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Note: The opening scene is a foreshadowing. Just to clear up some possible confusion.
Soul Calibur: Shards of Desire
Chapter One
"Please, please, no more!"
"There will be no end to your suffering until you tell us what we want."
"No, please, no! I can't take it! Please stop!"
"End your pain now, Shaman. It just takes a few simple words."
"No…"
After what had felt like an eternity in hell, the young victim was startled by the approaching sounds of stealthy footsteps, like a tiger ready to pounce. The footsteps belonged to a blonde haired Athenian, who today had her hair tied back bound with a blue ribbon, matching with a blue top tightened with laces along with thin sleeves. Her skirt sported a diamond pattern, and wore golden metal forearm bracelets.
"You have to run," whispered the desperate Athenian.
"I can't, I can't…"
"You must run to save your life!"
"I…there's no way…no point…no meaning to life anymore…"
The terror struck Athenian panicked and froze. She would surely perish if she stayed in the castle, but did not want to leave her friend behind.
"Please, we have to leave!"
"No!" screamed the victim with a mix of anger and pain. "Go, save yourself…" She felt her life flashing before her eyes. All those good times, all the pleasures, had led to this. With whatever energy she could assemble, she gestured to the door. "It's too late for me…but…go…" trailed off the victim, as she was unable to finish her last sentence.
The young lady sat perched atop a cliff suspending over a passing river, staring outwardly as if expecting something under the bright, starry night. She was a wind priestess, the last, in fact, and was destined to become Shaman of her village someday. What had guided her and her people were the winds; they were a source of direction and hope, and the people of the Wind Deity were able to read them and had used them as a basis of spiritual guidance.
The daughter of the Shaman went by the name of Talim, possessing beautiful silky hair bound tight in duel braids that hung down to her shoulders. She wore a thin strip of green clothing covering her breasts and short, puffy sleeves that passes her elbows. A golden, royal pendant suspended from her neck with a red ruby in the center, accompanied by shiny bracelets. Talim's pants were white that didn't quite reach the knees, and had black shoes with long, solid socks. Although she exposed her stomach and knees with her quite revealing outfit, she felt very satisfied with her look. Everywhere she went, she carried her two trusty weapons: Duel bladed tonfas known as Loka Luha and Syi Salika. She was extremely small, but her height had been offset with remarkable speed guided by the wind.
At the age of fifteen, Talim was a very attractive young lady, had a nice figure, and knew that there was more to life than being Shaman. She was a sweet girl, very lovable, and always cared for everyone and everything.
The clock nearly struck midnight, and the young Wind Shaman should've been in bed hours ago. Talim waited and waited, and still nothing. Right as she became most hopeless, it happened.
Rain and sunlight had begun dancing around a distant area. The rain had moved almost rhythmically with the sunlight creating an astonishing sight, as if it were controlled. As rain had dropped, sunlight had flowed through the sky, changing motions and actions. Talim constantly speculates the cause of the beautiful weather collage, but didn't burden herself with finding out because it was just so amazing. Once a week the beautiful weather dance occurs, and Talim never missed it. She hopes one day she'll be able to see it up close, understanding its magnificence. Once it had finally subsided, Talim snuck back into the village, hoping not to wake anybody.
As Talim undressed and laid comfortably on her bed, she stared in the direction of the weather dance. Suddenly, something caught her eye.
One last action from the weather.
This was not the beautiful and peaceful action Talim had come to expect from it. Instead, a dark, crimson red filled the sky above the distant area, as if the stars were bleeding, and it seemed as if all life from that area was being drained. Clouds rampaged violently as thunder and lightning began to fall, sending the distant area into chaos.
Awe-stricken, Talim hurried to her blinds and closed it, and hoped to drain out all the earsplitting sounds with her pillow.
Could it be? Thought the young priestess.
She shuddered at the thought, and fell asleep.
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