Chapter One: Soul Calibur 3
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Zasalamel, a dark-skinned immortal man in a white cloak, fled down the hill on which rested the forgotten chapel, the forsaken sanctuary. What had happened? I am alive...that demon...what was it? Where is Soul Calibur? Where is Soul Edge?
His scythe in hand, he turned to look back. Dark, black ravens flew from the temple, and he saw a silver knight emerge from the entrance. Above, he thought he could see what was a beam, but it was so misty, he dismissed it as an illusion. He had to get away from this knight, now.
The knight caught sight of him, unfortunately, and started to pursue him.
Siegfried raced down, his two-handed sword, Requiem, in hand, wind rushing through his long, blondish hair. He wanted answers to what was happening, and he was sure that dark-skinned man with the golden left eye knew something. The birds flew over his head.
He ignored the birds. They seemed to show up at times like this. He continued down. He was catching up, or else, it seemed like it. Then he thought. Wait, the birds...when they appeared, usually she was--
His thoughts were cut off as a young girl with turquoise hair and green clothes jumped out of tree. Her weapon was like none he had ever seen; it was a bladed, large, ring, and though they carried it skillfully and gently he could not see on how it did not cut her. He had seen her once at a castle, where she had attacked him on a raft.
"There you are," she said, more annoyed than she was before, "you took Soul Edge from me. I'm going to destroy you." She readied the ring, and ran towards him.
As she came forward, Siegfried swung his giant sword. The girl raised her weapon for defense just in time, and the sword clashed into the weapon.
"Who are you...!" Siegfried managed to yell over the clattering. She simply giggled, amused now, and stuck the weapon in the ground. As Siegfried backed up and ran towards her again, she swung her self through the middle and charged at him like a missile, hitting him right in the stomach, where he was unguarded. She landed back on the ground on her feet and a hand, and stood back up, a mocking smile on her pale face.
Siegfried regained his energy, and raised his sword in the air. She charged towards him again, and right before she reached, he brought it down with all his might. He missed, but his blade sliced her weapon cleanly in two.
She lost her amusement quickly. Backing up, still holding the two pieces in separate hands, she swung it around, as if checking to see if she could use them. It was hopeless. She threw the pieces down, and fled.
Siegfried could not catch her in time, and obviously, the man had gotten away. He stuck his sword in the ground, and sat on a rock, wondering what to do next.
His thoughts, once again, were cut off, as a giant beam came down from the sky, and enveloped the world.