Transcending history and the world

A tale of soul and swords

Eternally retold

Eternal Soul

The wind swept across the deserted sky, brushing across grass, brushing against the mortals and dancing away from the swipes of their weapons. It swept across the ocean, pushing the masts of the ships and helping cool the sailors from the heat of the day and the exhaustion of work. It carried on to the mainland once more travelling through the villages, passing by the farms. It brushed against the skin of a woman with long dark black hair that was braided into to two and she smiled as it the wind carried on. It moved across the fields towards one distinct location, a place which was surrounded by a moat and in the middle of it stood a tower. The people who lived near there, those who had witnessed the events that had taken place many years ago. They called it the Tower of Remembrance.

The wind carried up the tower, up to the top onto the flat roof of the tower. In the centre were two figures, crystallized. One was a male standing upright, his hands by his side dressing in heavy armour, a greatsword stood embedded into the ground beside him. A few meters in front of the man was a creature lying face down on the ground, it held a weapon in his demonic arm.

Legends tell of one man seeking atonement fought a creature of great darkness on top of this tower, the man had used the power of his sword which had been rumoured to be the spirit sword Soul Calibur, and froze himself and the power of the the evil creature, sealing them both away for eternity.

The wind gently blew around the statues, and then it split apart, disappearing and scattering away. Something had happened, as if it was a slight disturbance coming from the crystallized figures.

"Release me."

"I cannot do that Edge."

"And so you will let the mortals die from him?"

"Do not try and taunt me, you will never reek havoc among them anymore."

"Come brother, I know you care for them. They cannot survive against him. They need us."

"You will have to do much better then that."

"I have an eternity to practice Calibur, but these humans don't have years."

"And even that will be too soon. No Edge, I will not release you."

"You will brother, and when you do. We will need each other..."

It was subtle at first, not very noticeable, the sky was clear, the wind and waters calm. The mortals that lived around the tower could not suspect anything wrong, would never know that it was that day something happened that would change their lives once more, it was only the swords that knew what was happening. They could not see him, they could not hear him but they could feel him. The mortals had known only of Soul Calibur, the spirit sword that brought peace, and of Soul Edge the cursed sword that brought chaos. But what they did not know of was that there was one more entity that had made a late appearance. The entitiy noted the absence of his brothers before he took his mortal form, a man with a strong build. Long dark blond hair that went down to his waist and three scars decorated his face. He was dressed in dark red armour with blue trimming, one gauntlet he had wore however was pure red and the other was pure blue. He let out a smile as he looked at the area around him, from the vantage point of the tower in which he had chosen to appear and then he turned to face the crystal statues.

"Hello brother, sister, it has been a long time." His voice was deep and powerful, it carried the force of command and it sounded as if his voice carried the voice of others in it as well. "It was only through your combined power that I was sealed away, now that seal is gone and I am free. It is time for the power of Eternity to come to play." He turned to look back at the world he had been sealed away from so long ago. He knew Calibur would not let Edge free, not even at the cost of him destroying the world. After all, Edge was weak, he wouldn't permit the worlds destruction. Him on the other hand, only one thing was ever eternal. Him. But first he would need to regain his power, the power that long ago had been so powerful he could have destroyed the world alone with it. He was weak right now and there was only one way he would be able to regain his power. He would have to fight these mortals that inhabited the world, And he would have to devour the souls of strong warriors. He glanced back at the statues before he stepped off the edge of the tower, his power carried him down to safety. He would have to find the strongest of warriors, the warriors who had the power to defy his own siblings.

He began walking away from the tower slowly, he could wait an eternity but he could not risk Calibur and Edge's interference. He called out to his loyal servants that had laid dormant through the centuries and he sent out his orders, his thoughts connecting with theirs. Find me the strongest warriors of this world. His servants awakened at his call and they acknowledged his orders, before beginning the search. He had been sealed away for so long, it was time he showed off his power to the world. One hand suddenly shined and a sword materialized in his hand and he gripped it. It was a blade that shined with great power and he smiled as he held it. Many would not remember him but there were still those who remembered the other sword. The sword that was partnered with the Spirit Sword and the Cursed Sword. His name had been long forgotten to those who remembered, but many would still remember the Eternal Sword.

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