Hi everyone! Jen here. I said I would tell you the story's name. Its called 'A Hylian's Tale of Souls and Swords' It's a three part series. So far the first two parts are completed. It's by far the most awesome fic I've ever read! It's got action, adventure, romance, and funny situations! READ IT! DO IT NOW! No WAIT! Read this first! Then go an read it!.

Okay, chapter ten. And to think, I plan on this to be at least 40+ chapters. Just for part one! Let's see where I left off.. Okay, I wasn't all that ecstatic about the last chapter because I was sleepy. So in the ending of this chapter, I am going to be doubly ecstatic! If that's even a term! No pieces of tedium here! Nope! So anyways, I realized i made Mina call Maxi 'Mr. Dandy' I'm warning you all now. I will keep calling him dandy. I don't swing THAT WAY, It's just, look at him! What dude cannot accept the fact that the Elvis impersonator is dandy looking. Jen actually pokes fun at me for that. She says

"You know what Jess, I bet that even though your not gay, You'd still do it with Maxi if you had the chance!" Then I say, " He'd have to buy me a few drinks first." , then we laugh and jam out to Ten Thousand Fists. If you don't know what that is, it's a Disturbed album.

Any ways, I'll just put the disclaimer up so I don't have to give my first born child to Namco and Nintendo.

I don't own Soul Caliber or Legend of Zelda.

Jen mentioned to me about how she hoped that you all would like her sections of the story, but I asked if you all knew which ones they were. She said that she designated where they where at the end of the story. I said that that just won't do. She asked me why and I suggested that in the dividers, she put a J in it. So she said okay. So from now on, if you see a J in the dividers, that the paragraphs that follow are hers.

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The sun was once again lowering itself under the hills, as it's daily routine had demanded. It's final ray hovered above the city tops, and glistened upon the walls of the temple of Hephaestus, the lame smith of the gods. It is said he forged the breast plate of Hercules himself. The final burst of light meant that

dusk was arriving, ready to consume all of Athens and its inhabitants. Even though it was becoming nightfall, It was as if all through the large city, citizens were wide awake with festive life. Apparently. The arrival of the tournament meant a night of festivities So it was quite hectic for Mina and Talim to find their companion. Lamps were lit all through the city and laughter can be heard at every footstep. But the most noticeable thing that could be heard was the people speaking about the excitement of each battle that had occurred that day.. If you listened closely, they could be heard betting on who would win the tournament.

"I bet it'll be that character with the big sword. Just look at how he tore up the arena!" someone mentioned.

"I wish I could have seen the fight. I Have some friends from my old home who would have loved to here about it.

"Just remember; there's two more fighters, one of them could beat him."

"I heard that the Demon of Japan had signed up." One man said

"No way." Another said.

" Excuse me, have you seen a man about yey high, short black hair, and lugging a huge sword around?" All the men of the group averted their attention to whom was speaking.

It was a beautiful young Asian lady holding a type of staff with a half scimitar on the end of it and accompanying her was a small tan girl with a smile that would make even the coldest man's heart melt.

"Actually, yes. My friends I just saw him go into that bar." The man said as he pointed to a building with broken window sills and a busted door.

"You did? I didn't see him." Said a young man in the group.

"That's because you were to busy jabbering on about how you wish you could have been at the fights today and how your old friends would have loved to here them."

"Thank you." Mina said. She held onto Talim's hand and dragged her along towards the bar.

"I don't want to go in there." Talim said as they neared the bar.

"Why? Don't you ever wonder what goes on in there?" Mina asked.

"I know what goes on in there. Mean old mean drinking their lives away. It just disgusts me how they treat themselves." Talim responded with a hint of sadness.

"Well, I won't leave you out here alone. Hey I got an idea!" Mina said as she ran back to the group of men they had just spoke to.

"Excuse me again. Can you do me a favor? I know you must have something better to do but my friend doesn't want to go in there, could you guys watch her for me? I wouldn't forgive myself if anything bad happened to her." She asked.

"Well, " One of the men of the group said, " We do have plans to go meet some more friends all the way across Athens.." He said.

"I'll watch her." Said a younger man of the group, " You guys can go ahead with out me, I'll catch up after a little bit."

"Are you sure Melach?"

"Yeah, sure. I know where we're heading too anyways."

"Alright then, we'll see you later." The group said as they parted with Melach.

"Oh thanks soooo much!" Mina cooed (A/N: You know, I've always liked the idea of Mina using her good looks to get what she wants. In this case, it worked.)

Talim wasn't close enough to hear the conversation. All she saw was Mina talking to the group of people from earlier. And now Mina was bringing one of the guys over. He was slightly taller then Mina and wore some sort of clothing that reminded her allot about Maga and Dante's attire. His long black hair was pulled back and tied with a piece of cloth. Talim slightly blushed at the sight of him. Mina brought him over and he smiled at Talim.

"Okay Talim, This is Melach. I'll go on in the bar by myself, so your going to stay here and wait for me with him."

"Uh- Okay." Talim said.

"Okay, have fun!" Mina said as she happily skipped into the bar.

"So.. uhm…" Melach began, "What brings you too Athens?"

"The wind has guided me here, along with my friends."

"Oh."

An awkward silence befell the two and Talim was getting nervous.

"Did you see the fight today?" Talim asked, trying to break the silence.

"No… I had to take care of my nephew. Though I wish I went to see them. My friends told me how there was a guy with a huge sword fighting and how he almost destroyed the arena with it."

"Yes, I know about that, The fighter is a friend of mine."

"I have some friends back home who would have loved to hear about that fight. They wield huge swords too. I think the term for them is Zweihander or two-hander if you will."

"That's funny, my two friends have weapons like that." Talim said.

"Oh really? I have two friends who do as well. They're brothers. Before I came to Athens, the eldest brother and I used to drink together a lot. His younger brother and my cousin use to hang out a lot."

"What a coincidence!" Talim chimed, " My friends happen to be brothers too."

"That's neat." The man said.

"So, you said the wind guided you here?"

"I'm a priestess of the wind."

"And that means?"

"It means that I worship the wind, It guides me where ever I go. If I am to meet someone, it is because of the wind gods doing… What do you worship?" Talim asked, knowing well enough that there were many different religions in the world.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? How can you not worship anything?"

"There's to many gods out there. I question whether or not any of them are real."

"The wind god is real."

"And so are everyone else's."

"It does not help to be ignorant to another's beliefs."

"I know, It's just that it is hard to believe in something when there is another contradicting it. Greeks believe in all sorts of gods, Asians believe in a fat guy that sat under a tree."

"That all sounds so narrow-minded." Talim said.

"It might be, but that is all that it sums up to be."

"What do you think about my beliefs?" Talim asked.

"You believe that the wind is a deity."

"True, but let ask you this. Do any of the gods from the other beliefs answer back?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the other people pray to their god, do they get an answer?"

"Some think that they do."

"When I pray, I always receive an answer."

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"This place isn't half bad." Dante said to himself.

He gave up on finding his friends and decided to get a few drinks. After looking around for a bar, he had stumbled across this one. It smelled nasty, half the chairs were busted and a few tables were glossed over with spilled ale.

"Feels like home." He said. He walked up and sat at the bar.

"You're the first man to come in." the bartender said from behind his bar. He was cleaning a few glasses.

"Do I get a prize?" Dante joked.

"Oh yea, you get to pay double for your first drink." The bartender laughed.

"I'll try to remember that later when I'm drunk." Dante said.

"So what'll you have then?"

"What's the strongest you've got?"

"You must be new here."

"I am." Dante said.

"Well, the strongest happens to be homemade. We call it a Mule Killer."

"How much for a glass of it?"

"Since your new, I'll warn you. This stuff is much harder then saki. We've never had a man drink more then a few shots of it."

The bartender looked up and smiled.

"Hello there, what can I get ya?"

"What's the strongest you have?" said a familiar voice.

Dante knew who it was instantaneously; he could feel a small annoyance rise inside of him. It was a man he recently come to dislike.

Our strongest is a homemade drink that we call a Mule Killer."

"How much for a glass?"

"Really? What is it with you outsiders asking for a whole mug of it?"

"I'm thirsty."

"What ever, normally a shot of it is one silver, but if you two can finish down your mugs, then I'll give them to you for free."

The bartender grabbed two glass mugs and set them on the counter and left to the back room to get their drinks.

"So now your following me?" Dante said as he turned around.

"Yes. I want to make sure you don't run away before I get to fight you." Mitsurugi said.

"Oh don't worry asshole, that wouldn't happen in your lifetime."

"Hmph," Mitsurugi growled as he sat down next to Dante, "You could have fooled me you cry baby."

"I wasn't crying."

"Yes you were."

The Bartender wheeled a keg and hefted it up onto the bar. He grabbed the glasses and filled them to the brim with his alcoholic concoction and handed the glasses back to the warriors.

Dante took his glass and took several large gulps, as did Mitsurugi. The burning sensation they endured was like holding ones hand in a pot of boiling water.

The bartender just stared at them in awe as the two downed their drinks.

"You two are crazy." he said shaking his head and began to walk off.

"Where do you think your going?" both Dante and Mitsurugi said simultaneously.

"I want some more." Dante said.

"Me too." The samurai added.

The bartender's jaw dropped.

"You're kidding, right?"

Dante and Mitsurugi looked at each other and then looked back to the bartender.

"Do we look like we're kidding?" Dante asked.

Just then, small groups of men gathered around the bar.

"Hey Dimici, I'd like to order a round of-." He began but was cut off by the bartender.

"Angelo, you have to see these two. They're gonna kill themselves if they keep up with the amount of the Mule they're drinking."

"And what might that be? A few shots? They look like they couldn't handle more then two."

Dimici the bartender looked at his friend sternly.

Dante turned and looked at the man who had just entered the bar.

"How much can you drink?" he asked with a smile.

"I'll let you know that I am the record holder here. I can drink twenty shots with out succumbing to alcohol sickness."

"Is that all?" Dante said as he held out his mug, "How many shots would fit in here? What do you think bartender?"

"About six shots worth" He said.

"You lie." Angelo said as he inspected Dante and Mitsurugi, "You didn't just drink a full mug of Mule Killer."

"I tell you what. If you can drink more then me, I'll pay all of your drinks and your friends drinks as well. Every one of them, all on me. But if you can't, you will pay for mine and my friend's drink as well." Dante challenged Angelo.

"You're on." Angelo said as he sat down next to Dante.

"Dimici, since the drinks are free for my friends and I, how about the most expensive drink you have? All around." He said.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch aren't you?" Dante said with a grin as the bartender began to fill up several mugs with the most expensive drink he had.

Everyone drank happily, except for Angelo, Dante, and Mitsurugi; who were all keeping tally of how many shots of Mule Killer they drank.

Several hours passed and now the crowd went from just drinking with friends to watching the drinking contest between Dante and Angelo. Dante gulped down his seventh shot of Mule Killer as did Angelo.

"Seven." Dante said. Several shot later, Angelo couldn't sit straight and was starting to get pale.

Both Dante and Angelo took another shot of the Mule. Dante forced down his drink.

"That's numbers twenty-nine." He slurred.

"I… I give up. Yous drinks way too much." Angelo muddled.

The crowd cheered as Dante stood up victoriously.

"Victory round!" One man shouted.

"Yeah, one more for the road!"

Dante thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Alright, one more. But that's it!" he shouted.

Dante took a shot from Dimici and swallowed it down. He slammed the shot glass down on the table and held his hands up high with a triumphant grin. Just then, his eyes close and then he fell to the ground with a large thump. Everyone gasped aloud when he did. Just then, a screech came from a woman in the group.

"Dante!" Shouted a lady in green garb as she ran forward to check on him.

"I'm fines. Sheesh, why do you have to complain all the time Mina?" Dante muttered.

"Someone help me with him!" she said aloud. Mitsurugi was walked up next to her.

"I'll help." He said.

Mina glanced at the man.

"You're the one from the bar the other night." She said.

"Yes I am." He replied.

He boosted Dante up and set him on his shoulder and Mina took Dante's claymore. Both of them slowly inched their way out the doorway.

When they finally came out of the bar, Dante begin to mutter a lot.

"Did I win?" He asked.

"Yes." Mitsurugi said.

"Ha! Now that smug bastard has to pay for everything!"

Mitsurugi laughed at Dante's antics.

"What is he talking about?" Mina asked.

"It would be better if he told you."

Talim was talking with some guy that Dante couldn't see all that well due to his blurry vision. She was twirling her fingers and giggling and the man was laughing with her.

"That bartender better make me the record holder… Hey there's Talim. Hey! Talim guess what! I won!" Dante bellowed, and then let his head hang down. Talim turned around and looked at Dante with a slight hint of disgust. The man she was talking with peered at him for a second then smiled widely.

"Dante? Dante is that you?!" The man asked. Dante lifted his head up to see who was addressing him.

"It is you! Haha! Look at you! You like your going to pass out! How much did you drink?"

"To much Melach… Melach?" Dante focused his eye and peered at the man in front of him.

"Melach!" He said and he shot from Mitsurugi's arm and drunkenly hugged his friend.

"Long time no look buddy!" Dante slurred.

"Yeah, it has been a long time."Melach said, trying to push Dante off of him, "Can you let go now?"

Dante let go off Melach and fell to the ground. Melach sighed.

"Wow, I never thought I'd say this, but Dante drinks way too much."

"He drank a mug of Mule Killer and then preceded with thirty more shots." Mitsurugi informed him.

"Is he trying to kill himself?!" Melach blurted.

"Let's take him back to Rothion's house." Talim said.

Mina nodded and Mitsurugi picked Dante off the ground and slumped him over his shoulder.

"I can hold that if you want." Melach offered to help Mina.

"Okay." She said and handed him Dante's claymore.

They all moved through the bustling festival life that now plagued the city at night and slowly, but surely, made their way to Rothion's home; occasionally pulling Dante off to the side to allow him to throw up.

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It was very late before Maga's group and Kilik's group had devised a new plan and left the infirmary for Rothion's house. It was decided that Kilik, Xianghua, and Maxi will accompany Maga and his group to better the chance of accomplishing their ultimate goal to save humanity. During their time in Rothion's home, Maga, Link, and Raine learned so much more about Soul Edge. Its dark past, how it came to be, and the mass damages it has befallen upon his friends. Now, the entire group were in the guest room. Link, Maga, Raine and Kilik were sitting in chairs while Xianghua was asleep on the bed and Maxi was getting much needed rest on a cot that was made as comfortably as possible.

"It's been four years since we thought to have destroyed it. But recently, as you know, Fragments of the evil blade have been popping up everywhere. The cruel followers of Soul Edge have gathered once again, and to our knowledge, now the dread pirate is involved in this as well." Kilik muttered quietly.

"Tell us more about Soul Caliber." Link said.

"Soul Caliber, as I have said earlier, is the sister sword too Soul Edge. Just as Soul Edge is evil, Soul Caliber is good. Xianghua wielded it and shattered Soul edge with it all those years ago. But it disappeared, along with Soul Edge. That is what made us believe that it was truly all over. But now

Soul Edge has resurfaced without Soul Caliber along with it. We believe that if we were to find Soul Caliber, we will have a positive chance of destroying Soul Edge." Kilik finished.

"Do you think Xianghua could summon it somehow? She could have some sort of spiritual link with it." Raine suggested. Kilik shook his head and looked at Xianghua; who was still fast asleep.

"We've tried that. I have a theory about it as well. You know that everything happens for a reason. What if Xianghua was not to keep Soul Caliber after she supposedly destroyed Soul Edge? What if she was just a messenger, and not the receiver, of the holy weapon?" Kilik asked.

"What do you mean?" Maga questioned. Maga had been listening intently ever since Kilik began his story of Soul Edge. For once, he was concerned about the quest he had started and worse, he was twice as worried of what could come of his friends should they fail.

"What if someone else was destined for Soul Caliber?" Raine asked.

"Exactly what I mean." Kilik said.

"So who would be the true wielder of Soul Caliber then?" Maga asked.

"If I knew that, then this conversation would have never happened." Kilik said.

Everyone sat in thought for a long time. Thinking of how important it is to find Soul Caliber. Suddenly heavy thumps could be heard from out the room.

"I can't believe how heavy he is." Grunted an unfamiliar voice.

"I wouldn't know." Said another unfamiliar voice.

"That's because you didn't carry him all the way from that bar." The voice said back.

Just then, Rothion opened the door to the guest room and held it ajar for two men; the samurai and someone who looked vaguely familiar to specific, carrying in Dante; and for Talim and Mina, who were carrying his claymore.

Maga's eyes widened in worry and he jumped up from the bed to help them out with his drunken brother. He got under Dante's arm so he could support his weight and dragged him over to the bed.

"What the hell happened to him?" Maga asked.

"He drank too many Mule Killers." Said the samurai.

Maga and Mitsurugi carefully laid Dante on the bed.

"Leave it too Dante to get drunk and have to be dragged around town." Raine said.

"I won." Dante muttered.

"What is he talking about?" Raine asked.

"It's a long story; but for now, I will take my leave. Make sure he still remembers to fight me tomorrow. I look forward to his challenge." Mitsurugi said as he turned to the door way.

"Thank you for your help." Talim said to the samurai as he left.

He looked at her and nodded, then swiftly left the home of Rothion.

"Maga?" the other man who had helped with Dante asked unsurely.

Maga looked at the man and raised his eyebrow. The man didn't look familiar to him at all, so how did he know his name?

"How do you know my name?" he asked. The man just smiled widely and pointed to himself.

"You don't remember me? I may have been eight years, but you have to at least remember this smile." He said. Maga consciously shook his head in disagreement to the man's statement.

"Still don't remember?" He asked, and then faked a frown.

"It's Melach, you dumbass." Dante rudely slurred.

"Melach? Really?" Maga asked as he looked at the man more closely, " Woah! I can't believe it! What are you doing here? Last I heard, you were going too Greece to become a sculptor. I barely recognize you, especially with that beard your growing."

Melach laughed at Maga.

"You're still the same as you ever were. I grew older, it's natural." Melach began, " And I did become a sculptor, just like I have always wanted."

"That's great!"

"So why are you and your brother here in Athens? Just for the tournament?"

"We're looking for an evil sword called Soul Edge." Raine said.

"Oh really? That must be fun. Anyways, Listen, I've got to go, my friends must be worried." He said.

"You have friends?" Dante blurted out.

"Yes, unlike you, I'm nice to people." Melach said to Dante, "Anyways, I'm going. It was great to see you again, and come visit me sometime!" He said with a laugh

"Thank you for helping us with Dante." Talim said.

"Your welcome, Maybe you can tell me more about your god sometime." He said and waved to everyone, " Bye." And with that, he left.

"Bye!" Dante yelled happily, waking Xianghua. She jumped from the bed in surprise and hit the floor with a loud thump and Mina began laughing at her.

"Owww. What did you do that for?!" She yelled to no one in particular. She gazed down at the bed she was just sleeping on and saw Dante; lying down with his head tilted back, blankly gazing at her.

"Uhm…Who is that aaannnd how long has he been there?" She asked.

"That's Dante. My drunk brother." Maga said.

"Don't forget dumb!" Mina chimed in.

"I'm not dumb! But I am pretty drunk" Dante chuckled making Maga sigh.

"I think it's time we get some sleep." Kilik said as he stood from his chair.

"Yea, that's a good idea." Raine agreed.

Everyone got ready for bed, making their cots and changing into their sleep-wear. It was going to be very cramped in the guest room that night.

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In the dead of the night, when everyone was lastly dreaming away, someone stood at the window of the guest room. She whispered to a raven that perched itself onto its hand and with deathly silence, it flew above Dante and landed on top of his bag that was placed across the room. It held something in it's beak, something metallic. It slipped the metallic object into Dante's bag, making sure that it landed into a pocket of a pair of slops he had packed. The raven flew back to it's master, who grinned with satisfaction. With a twinkle of star light, the assassin was gone.

I liked this chapter. I think it may be my favorite chapter yet! I recently realized that in most of my chapters really sway far from the story. I've also come to realize a lot of other stories do as well.

But WOW! 30 shots! That's inhuman! I realize how ridiculous that sounds. But I wanted to add some unrealism to that part. Because in reality, that would more then possibly kill some body. I think that even heavy drinkers can only handle 16 or 17 shots. Anyways, Mitsurugi happens to think Dante will run away from his fight. He won't , but you know how nutty that samurai can get! Always challenge this and challenge that. I also just realized that we haven't brought Cassandra back. Jen will explain why in the next chapter, though it is obvious. But yes, the plot thickens. Any ways, Read and Review!

I'll just have to twiddle my thumbs and sing like butters until you come back to read my next chapter.