Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to anything in the Soul Calibur franchise. Characters in this fanfiction are owned by Namco, with the exception of my own creations.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews on Setsuka's chapter. I didn't think it was that great but eh, whatever. I fixed the little narrative error Sacharja pointed out. Thanks for that one! Anyway, I'm taking character requests now. After this, which character should I do? I'm leaning more towards Tira but I'll let the readers decide!

Transcending history and the world,

a tale of souls and swords,

eternally retold..

Soul Calibur

Chronicles of the Soul

Chapter III

The Twisting Blade of Solitude

No coward souls is mine

-Emily Bronte

My sword has taken countless of innocent lives away from this wretched world. I slaughtered them all like the scum they were. Nothing but useless garbage that roamed the world with no purpose. They deserved their punishment. A punishment inflicted by my serpentine sword. I had thought nothing would get in my way in destroying the very entity responsible for my father's madness and eventually, his death.

But then I saw his face. The face of death staring into my eyes, striking deep into the core of my soul as he searched for the truth. My sword felt a strange reaction to this man, a man who reeked the stench of death. Is he the one responsible for my father's death? Is this the man? My serpentine sword began acting strange and my mental link with it had become weak. I glanced over to his hands and then realized why. He was carrying a piece of Soul Edge.

"Come back to me, my child." he spoke to me in a sinister tone. The sound of a demon escaped his mouth and pierced my ears with pure darkness.

"Scum, who the hell are you?" I yelled, wondering why I felt such a strong connection towards this rotting corpse.

He grinned and laughed out rudely, raising his twin swords up high, "Why, it's been such a long time my sweet. .darling. .daughter!"

Images of long forgotten memories struck my mind like lightning, speeding through my childhood years then towards the present. I remembered a man staring at me as I looked up, his face blurred from my vision. Then I snapped back into reality. Raising my head, I stared deep into the man's eyes.

Then I knew.

My eyes grew wide and my right hand gripped the handle of my blade tightly. Anger began furiously rushing into me, feeding into my sword. I finally knew the truth. My cursed bloodline. I was living a lie all this time. Count Valentine, my mother, everything was fake! All but this. The heavy weights of truth crushed my very existence. This blood that rushes through my body. I am a part of him. I am a part of Soul Edge.

I quickly took a step back and whirled my sword around, regaining my full control over it. The truth was revealed but it still didn't change my main goal. I was to destroy Soul Edge and now, along with it's wielder. The cursed blood that gave me life. My father.

"So, what do you say? Come back to daddy!" he said, mocking me in the most disgusting way.

"Silence! I can change my own destiny!"

My blade extended towards him like a striking viper hunting it's prey. My eyes widened as the man quickly disappeared from my sight and appeared above me. In a flash, he quickly struck both of his swords down towards me. My snake sword quickly retracted itself towards me and I was able to block the forceful slash.

His strength impressed me. The power of Soul Edge really did exist and his ferocity was showing his prowess with both blades. I pushed my blade against his and was able to kick him back a few feet away from me. I looked at his blade as it began glowing a dark violet aura, purple electricity surged through the blade as he entered a strange stance.

"C'mon!" he yelled as he quickly flew inches away from the ground, twirling himself towards me as his blades protruded in-front of him like an airborne drill.

My mental link with my blade did not react quickly enough and painfully, I took the full force of the blow, sending me flying through the air. As I hit the ground, I laid there motionless. I could hear his laughter from across the room as he began walking towards my frail body.

Opening my eyes, I regained my consciousness. I saw his figure towering over me, his blood red eyes staring into mine. I felt weak and was disgusted at myself for losing to the man I despised the most.

"How pitiful. What a useless daughter!" he mocked me once more. How could I lose to a foul creature such as him? Why?

Before I drifted off into a state of unconsciousness, my drooping eyes saw him hunching down on the ground, moaning in pain as he held his chest tightly with both of his hands. Did someone save me? I questioned before finally losing all consciousness.

I awoke to find that the man was gone. His evil presence was no longer around the area. Could he have died? No, his body would be lying on the ground if he did. Damn it, he flee from my grasp! Lifting my snake sword up, I noticed that my control over it had weakened tremendously. I couldn't separate the blades any longer.

Why was this happening?

I decided to return home to my mansion. On the way there, I stopped by a popular city filled with many libraries. I wanted to research the origins of Soul Edge and perhaps, find a way to destroy it for good. I had picked out and bought around thirty books while I was in the library, each texts of old and some texts of new. I knew that I could find an answer to my dilemma in one of these books.

In the depths of my mansion's alchemical lab, I confined myself there for almost a three days, doing nothing but research. I was driven and motivated to kill Soul Edge forever and I had to find a way. A way to get rid of his rotting corpse from this world. I finally came upon the last book, which looked much older and more fragile than the others. It was written in a strange form of writing I couldn't understand. With the help of my other books, I slowly deciphered each word of the ancient scriptures.

To my amazement, I continued reading without pausing once. The book told me of the origins of the cursed sword and how it came to be. Detailed information that seemed mythical by my standards but I had a vibe that it wasn't a myth at all. I then noticed information about another sword linked with Soul Edge. Soul Calibur, the counterpart of the cursed sword existed. It was a weapon used to restrain the evil of Soul Edge and lent it's power into sealing it from this world. This was surely no work of fiction. It was reality.

A month passed by and I had completely deciphered every word and text of the ancient scriptures. With a sigh of relief, I had learned valuable information that could finally end my long journey of suffering and pain. Having read through the ancient scriptures at least twice, I closed my eyes for a brief moment to contemplate, several thoughts running through my mind. Thoughts about my father, Count Valentine. But that vile creature's face flashed through my mind as I thought of him. I refused to think of that rotting corpse as my father. But the truth revealed it all, I couldn't escape from this cursed blood.

Hearing the sound of the door open, I jumped out of my seat and took my serpentine blade in my grasp. My eyes looked over at the open door to see a tall, dark skinned man in a white robe. An intruder.

"Who are you?" I questioned angrily.

He looked at me with a smirk on his face, smiling as he slowly walked towards me. He noticed the book on the table and gestured his hand towards it, "Did you read that book?" he asked.

The room was silent. Only the cold winds outside could be heard through the mansion walls of my lab. I reached for the book and grabbed it, taking it into my possession and tight embrace. I raised my sword up high, ready to defend the book in any way I could. My serpentine blade still wasn't responding to my every command.

I was in deep trouble.

Seeing my blade drawn out, a massive scythe appeared beside him. He grasped the long white handle as he gestured me to come towards him, "Give me the book."

I didn't answer. I refused to hand him the book. It was my key to finally destroying the evil blade! And within that moment, I unleashed a barrage of whiplashes towards the intruder, my serpent sword flailing around like a wild beast. My control over Valentine was beginning to break. It was acting wildly on it's own.

He was able to block my flurry of slashes and both our weapons clashed onto one another, sparks flying everywhere as they hit the multiple papers on the floor. Everything around the floor was beginning to burn and began rapidly engulfing everything else in flames. I had to finish this quick before my lab ended up in ruins.

I released my blade away from his massive weapon, getting ready to ensnare him with my sword. Then at that moment, once again my sword behaved in a twirling sequence of madness. As I tried to get a handle over my weapon, the intruder had found an opening in my defenses and quickly struck me down with a heavy blow.

I managed to stand up and take my distance away from him when I felt the embrace of nothingness close to me. The book was gone. I looked over to him to see that the book was now in his possession.

Then, he spoke, "This is a mistake from my past. The world no longer needs this. . ." and with those words, his hand engulfed the book in a mighty crimson flame, completely turning it into bits of dark ashes. He turned his back towards me, completely disregarding my presence and my shock as he started to walk out the door.

The flames grew wild and it separated me away from the intruder. I lifted Valentine from the ground and tried to go after him and yelled, "Stop!"

But he continued walking on. He paused for a moment to turn his face towards me, "If you wish to learn everything about the cursed sword and the spirit sword, then follow the knight you know well . . ." he then vanished behind the curtain of flames.

I tried to follow him but stopped and turned back. I had to put out the flames in my lab before everything was destroyed. After minutes of putting out the flames, I sat down on the charred ground and lifted my head towards the burnt ceiling, closing my eyes as I wandered into a deep thought. The book was gone but yet, the information I had read was still etched into my memory.

The Sword of Salvation. I had to obtain it to finally destroy the cursed sword, my cursed bloodline, my father, and finally end my long journey. I should be able to do it with this sword, Valentine. . . The twisting blade of solitude. . .