A/N: Ok, this is my attempt at writing Siegfried’s view of things after he destroys Soul Edge in Soul Calibur III, you know, that one scene where he stabs Soul Edge with Soul Calibur? This is where I got the inspiration for this fic, near the end, when he swings out his sword, what is it that he see? I wonder… ; and so this came out.
Chapter 1 -- Encounter
The quiet in the forest gave a paranoid feel to the knight as his armor clanked through the deep green foliage of the place. His pace was quite slow, as the heat of the sun shone through the leaves and gave a humid and stuffy feel to the whole atmosphere. His damp, sweaty hair hung over his eyes like a light veil that prevented him from seeing the truth and the atonement that he looked for. He trod on the soft earth, the twigs cracking under the weight of his heavy armor. The steady hum of insects and the twittering of birds were all that came from the forest.
The earth had shaken a few moments before when the holy sword, Soul Calibur, had laid rest to the dark sword known as Soul Edge. He felt a surge of pride and a feeling of relief. It seemed that now, everything was once again in place; everything was what it was like before any evil had seeped through and invaded the human mind, creeping them and haunting them until they had gone insane and went on a killing rampage.
The old and dusty chapel that he had destroyed the accursed sword laid in peace. Both Soul Calibur and Soul Edge had lost their luster, their old power that had radiated both evil and light the moment holy had met demonic. On the outside, it looked like a normal little church that had foliage grown over it from neglect and weather. The stained glass seemed to glisten still though, through the small amounts of light that the forest let in at times, it shone and sparkled like a diamond in the rough.
But on the inside, it was a different story, it had become obvious that neglect had made this once proud little church fall down. Within the sturdy stone walls, greenery bedecked the once neat and clean walls, giving it an unwashed and dismal feel. A thin sheet of dust rested on everything it touched, the air gave off a stuffy feel to it. The air within the walls was humid from the greenhouse like effect that the room gave. The once proud little benches that people had kneeled upon to worship were now crumbling to the effect of moss and other things that like to eat away at the wood, just as time like to nibble away at human lives.
The little church had survived much, and the test of time would try it again as within the walls of the place of worship, it housed the dust accumulating form of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur entwined, as one large mass, deep cracks ran from across the whole of the ground and almost all the way to the walls of the church. The dark aura of the evil sword and the pure clean power of the holy one twisted themselves together to form peace, and the two swords waged their war between themselves, never to bother humans again... hopefully….
Siegfried had left the chapel moments ago; feeling elated, but suddenly, a feeling of foreboding overcame him. It was as if some dark energy had decided to settle itself over him, it was as if the Nightmare half of him still existed somewhere deep within him. He had thought himself free from the grasp of that demon that had used his body as a host; he had thought he was finally able to live a life as a normal human.
But that couldn’t be done. The memories of everything that happened to him while he was being possessed by Nightmare made him shudder. It brought back the faint and distant memories that kept on slipping past his hands like trying to hold water within cupped hands. Memories of evil deeds that he had done for the love of bloodlust, the memories that would always elude him as he wasn’t awake during those times, and the memories of the bloody, parentless children that the Azure Knight had left behind to die while laughing, everything that he had done as Nightmare would forever haunt him. He wanted to be forgiven for the things he had done, of course he knew that there was no way for that to be done. All the sins that he had committed could never be forgiven.
He was lost in thought as he walked, not really noticing this surroundings as the soft clanking of his armor was one of the few sounds in the forest’s eerie green light that the leaves shed as the sun shone past them. It was all of a sudden when a pain shot through his sword arm, a great and stabbing pain, as if a hot knife was slicing through his very flesh. Clenching it tightly and grinding his teeth to block out the worst of the hurting, he looked down at his hand and the sight of the claw that once belonged to him flashed at him for a moment, sending a wave of nausea through him. He almost wanted to faint at the horrendous sight; but just as he was, about to, the scene disappeared from him and he once again saw his own, gauntleted hand.
Beyond this forest and the quiet it delivered, the feel of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur being destroyed was felt throughout the world. People either rejoiced or they mourned. Servants of the dark sword grew angry while the worshipers of the holy cried out in jubilation. Even if the sword had been destroyed, wars continued, the Azure Knight still carried shards of the sword within his heart, and the same went with other people within the world. It now became a goal to many to find the shards of the legendary sword and either purify them or use the above said shards to cause the same chaos as The Azure Knight has.
The quiet cheeping of birds was a small comfort to the big knight’s now paranoid state. His mind wracked at him, fighting within itself on what to do next and what not to do. Part of him wanted to commit suicide to make sure that he would never be used again, another wanted to go home and see his mother, whether she was alive or not still was a question that he didn’t want answered, and yet still another part wanted him to wander the world and rectify anything that was wrong and commanded him to be a defender of freedom and justice. After all, wasn’t that what a knight was truly about?
He inwardly sighed as he continued to tread upon the soft dirt path that. Wait, what was that sound? A twig cracking? It couldn’t have been a deer, he would have heard it from far away, A rabbit? No, it couldn’t have been. A person perhaps? Possibly, but he highly doubted that someone would come this way, unless they aimed to kill him. There, there it was again. That sound, another twig cracking, there, another one, and another. He could here footsteps now, footsteps that were coming at him at a fast pace; that was it; someone was obviously out to kill him for destroying Soul Edge.
There, a figure, one that was running towards him; within a moment, his Requiem was out and poised ready above the small figure that had hurled itself out of the foliage and onto the path that the knight walked. What he found beneath the blade however, was something Siegfried did not expect: the figure of a scared little boy who looked up onto his blade as if he had seen the god of death himself.
This was an unexpected turn of events for the knight to say the least. Here, he thought he would find an assassin of sorts, only to see the huddled figure of a boy who was on the verge of tears. Of course, this boy could well be an assassin in disguise, but the knight doubted it. The way the youth dressed and the mental distress he was in told him blatantly that he was afraid of Siegfried. He returned his sword back to its sheath and knelt down to examine the scrawny little thing before him.
The youth was dressed in rags, he couldn’t have been older than perhaps eleven or twelve, it was obvious that he came from a poor family from the shape of his frame, his clothes and how skinny he was; soot covered his face and his hands, making him look dirty and unwashed, his breathing came out in quick, shallow breaths. It was plain as day to anyone that this little urchin had been running from something that had scared him quite well. His hair was also dusted finely with a layer of ashes and soot. If washed, it could well have been a nice, straw blond color.
A single tear washed a track down the little boy’s place before he began to sob before the knight, his cries, startling the birds and the other fauna that might have been in the vicinity. The high pitched cry of his voice hurt the knight’s ears as he tried to comfort the boy down.
“There, there…” he said, trying to make his voice sound sincere and kind, only it made him sound more commanding as he placed his armored hand down on the boy’s shoulder.
This action only caused the boy to wail even louder; wincing at the boy’s loud laments, the knight tried again to calm down the boy, “Please….” He said, his voice earnest now, “Please calm down, I can’t help you if you keep crying like this…”
The child’s crying slowly came to a stop until all that was left was his red eyes and hiccups that came up every now and then.
Seeing that he had succeeded in making the boy’s racket stop to an extent, Siegfried moved on to the next step. “Ok, now are you going to tell me what’s wrong boy?” He asked, looking at the youth with questioning grey eyes.
The boy nodded and pointed towards where he came from. “Please Mr. Knight!” He said in a hoarse voice from crying so much. “Please help my village!” He pleaded Siegfried.
Looking in the direction in which the boy pointed, the knight could see a thin trickle of smoke drift across the tops of the tall trees that blocked the view to the little boy’s village. Bandit attack, no doubt about it, the smoke just reassured the man’s suspicion, while this child survived, he had high doubts about, that this boy knew that his parents or whatever family members he had left were probably dead.
“Please Mr. Knight?” The boy asked, snapping Siegfried out of his reverie back to realities, the child’s green eyes did the talking for him. “Mama says it’s the Azure knight or something like that. She says that he’s come to make sure the world don’t rest in peace or somethin’ like that.”
At the words ‘Azure Knight’, Siegfried was on his feet. “Show me where you came from.” He said simply. “Show me where the Azure Knight is.”
Perhaps, this chance encounter with this young boy was to his advantage, perhaps, he could be redeemed from his sins after all. With the death of Nightmare, maybe then, he’d be allowed to live the life of peace that he sought after this whole ordeal. Maybe, this little boy could show him how to repent for everything he had done.
The Tale of Swords and Souls, continues, despite the destruction of the catalysts. This is where one tale begins, and may others will end.
Fin Chapter 1
A/N: Sorry it's so crappy and short... I'm thinking about taking it down and redoing it ...=-=;
Chapter 1 -- Encounter
The quiet in the forest gave a paranoid feel to the knight as his armor clanked through the deep green foliage of the place. His pace was quite slow, as the heat of the sun shone through the leaves and gave a humid and stuffy feel to the whole atmosphere. His damp, sweaty hair hung over his eyes like a light veil that prevented him from seeing the truth and the atonement that he looked for. He trod on the soft earth, the twigs cracking under the weight of his heavy armor. The steady hum of insects and the twittering of birds were all that came from the forest.
The earth had shaken a few moments before when the holy sword, Soul Calibur, had laid rest to the dark sword known as Soul Edge. He felt a surge of pride and a feeling of relief. It seemed that now, everything was once again in place; everything was what it was like before any evil had seeped through and invaded the human mind, creeping them and haunting them until they had gone insane and went on a killing rampage.
The old and dusty chapel that he had destroyed the accursed sword laid in peace. Both Soul Calibur and Soul Edge had lost their luster, their old power that had radiated both evil and light the moment holy had met demonic. On the outside, it looked like a normal little church that had foliage grown over it from neglect and weather. The stained glass seemed to glisten still though, through the small amounts of light that the forest let in at times, it shone and sparkled like a diamond in the rough.
But on the inside, it was a different story, it had become obvious that neglect had made this once proud little church fall down. Within the sturdy stone walls, greenery bedecked the once neat and clean walls, giving it an unwashed and dismal feel. A thin sheet of dust rested on everything it touched, the air gave off a stuffy feel to it. The air within the walls was humid from the greenhouse like effect that the room gave. The once proud little benches that people had kneeled upon to worship were now crumbling to the effect of moss and other things that like to eat away at the wood, just as time like to nibble away at human lives.
The little church had survived much, and the test of time would try it again as within the walls of the place of worship, it housed the dust accumulating form of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur entwined, as one large mass, deep cracks ran from across the whole of the ground and almost all the way to the walls of the church. The dark aura of the evil sword and the pure clean power of the holy one twisted themselves together to form peace, and the two swords waged their war between themselves, never to bother humans again... hopefully….
Siegfried had left the chapel moments ago; feeling elated, but suddenly, a feeling of foreboding overcame him. It was as if some dark energy had decided to settle itself over him, it was as if the Nightmare half of him still existed somewhere deep within him. He had thought himself free from the grasp of that demon that had used his body as a host; he had thought he was finally able to live a life as a normal human.
But that couldn’t be done. The memories of everything that happened to him while he was being possessed by Nightmare made him shudder. It brought back the faint and distant memories that kept on slipping past his hands like trying to hold water within cupped hands. Memories of evil deeds that he had done for the love of bloodlust, the memories that would always elude him as he wasn’t awake during those times, and the memories of the bloody, parentless children that the Azure Knight had left behind to die while laughing, everything that he had done as Nightmare would forever haunt him. He wanted to be forgiven for the things he had done, of course he knew that there was no way for that to be done. All the sins that he had committed could never be forgiven.
He was lost in thought as he walked, not really noticing this surroundings as the soft clanking of his armor was one of the few sounds in the forest’s eerie green light that the leaves shed as the sun shone past them. It was all of a sudden when a pain shot through his sword arm, a great and stabbing pain, as if a hot knife was slicing through his very flesh. Clenching it tightly and grinding his teeth to block out the worst of the hurting, he looked down at his hand and the sight of the claw that once belonged to him flashed at him for a moment, sending a wave of nausea through him. He almost wanted to faint at the horrendous sight; but just as he was, about to, the scene disappeared from him and he once again saw his own, gauntleted hand.
Beyond this forest and the quiet it delivered, the feel of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur being destroyed was felt throughout the world. People either rejoiced or they mourned. Servants of the dark sword grew angry while the worshipers of the holy cried out in jubilation. Even if the sword had been destroyed, wars continued, the Azure Knight still carried shards of the sword within his heart, and the same went with other people within the world. It now became a goal to many to find the shards of the legendary sword and either purify them or use the above said shards to cause the same chaos as The Azure Knight has.
The quiet cheeping of birds was a small comfort to the big knight’s now paranoid state. His mind wracked at him, fighting within itself on what to do next and what not to do. Part of him wanted to commit suicide to make sure that he would never be used again, another wanted to go home and see his mother, whether she was alive or not still was a question that he didn’t want answered, and yet still another part wanted him to wander the world and rectify anything that was wrong and commanded him to be a defender of freedom and justice. After all, wasn’t that what a knight was truly about?
He inwardly sighed as he continued to tread upon the soft dirt path that. Wait, what was that sound? A twig cracking? It couldn’t have been a deer, he would have heard it from far away, A rabbit? No, it couldn’t have been. A person perhaps? Possibly, but he highly doubted that someone would come this way, unless they aimed to kill him. There, there it was again. That sound, another twig cracking, there, another one, and another. He could here footsteps now, footsteps that were coming at him at a fast pace; that was it; someone was obviously out to kill him for destroying Soul Edge.
There, a figure, one that was running towards him; within a moment, his Requiem was out and poised ready above the small figure that had hurled itself out of the foliage and onto the path that the knight walked. What he found beneath the blade however, was something Siegfried did not expect: the figure of a scared little boy who looked up onto his blade as if he had seen the god of death himself.
This was an unexpected turn of events for the knight to say the least. Here, he thought he would find an assassin of sorts, only to see the huddled figure of a boy who was on the verge of tears. Of course, this boy could well be an assassin in disguise, but the knight doubted it. The way the youth dressed and the mental distress he was in told him blatantly that he was afraid of Siegfried. He returned his sword back to its sheath and knelt down to examine the scrawny little thing before him.
The youth was dressed in rags, he couldn’t have been older than perhaps eleven or twelve, it was obvious that he came from a poor family from the shape of his frame, his clothes and how skinny he was; soot covered his face and his hands, making him look dirty and unwashed, his breathing came out in quick, shallow breaths. It was plain as day to anyone that this little urchin had been running from something that had scared him quite well. His hair was also dusted finely with a layer of ashes and soot. If washed, it could well have been a nice, straw blond color.
A single tear washed a track down the little boy’s place before he began to sob before the knight, his cries, startling the birds and the other fauna that might have been in the vicinity. The high pitched cry of his voice hurt the knight’s ears as he tried to comfort the boy down.
“There, there…” he said, trying to make his voice sound sincere and kind, only it made him sound more commanding as he placed his armored hand down on the boy’s shoulder.
This action only caused the boy to wail even louder; wincing at the boy’s loud laments, the knight tried again to calm down the boy, “Please….” He said, his voice earnest now, “Please calm down, I can’t help you if you keep crying like this…”
The child’s crying slowly came to a stop until all that was left was his red eyes and hiccups that came up every now and then.
Seeing that he had succeeded in making the boy’s racket stop to an extent, Siegfried moved on to the next step. “Ok, now are you going to tell me what’s wrong boy?” He asked, looking at the youth with questioning grey eyes.
The boy nodded and pointed towards where he came from. “Please Mr. Knight!” He said in a hoarse voice from crying so much. “Please help my village!” He pleaded Siegfried.
Looking in the direction in which the boy pointed, the knight could see a thin trickle of smoke drift across the tops of the tall trees that blocked the view to the little boy’s village. Bandit attack, no doubt about it, the smoke just reassured the man’s suspicion, while this child survived, he had high doubts about, that this boy knew that his parents or whatever family members he had left were probably dead.
“Please Mr. Knight?” The boy asked, snapping Siegfried out of his reverie back to realities, the child’s green eyes did the talking for him. “Mama says it’s the Azure knight or something like that. She says that he’s come to make sure the world don’t rest in peace or somethin’ like that.”
At the words ‘Azure Knight’, Siegfried was on his feet. “Show me where you came from.” He said simply. “Show me where the Azure Knight is.”
Perhaps, this chance encounter with this young boy was to his advantage, perhaps, he could be redeemed from his sins after all. With the death of Nightmare, maybe then, he’d be allowed to live the life of peace that he sought after this whole ordeal. Maybe, this little boy could show him how to repent for everything he had done.
The Tale of Swords and Souls, continues, despite the destruction of the catalysts. This is where one tale begins, and may others will end.
Fin Chapter 1
A/N: Sorry it's so crappy and short... I'm thinking about taking it down and redoing it ...=-=;
