Soul Calibur Short Story Collection

Sisters at War

It was a long night. Winter had set its icy chill on the mountainsides where Sophitia made her home. Her children slept peacefully in the room opposite, Rothion sleeping alongside her. In the third room was one of their closest friends, one who spent her days worrying. This woman was Ophelia, the long-time girlfriend of Cassandra Alexandra. Alas, this was the only person in this room, as Cassandra was nowhere to be found.

The elder sister wasn't asleep. She was preparing herself for an oncoming battle that she knew she couldn't avoid. She had checked her armour plates had fit well. Once she was armoured, she finally tied her boots and gave a small sigh of contempt. She gave a soft, loving gaze to Rothion before leaving the home altogether, perhaps for the very last time.

The truth was that in the previous battle, Cassandra had been taken in by the cursed sword. The Azure Knight had been defeated and his sanity restored. Now he sought to atone for his sins and lead the battle against Ostrheinsburg with his legendary mercenary company, the Schwarzwind. The old king of Ostrheinsburg was Siegfried Schtauffen as the Azure Knight, Nightmare. But with Nightmare defeated, that king was dead.

But as the saying went, "The king is dead; long live the queen."

Approaching the shrine, Sophitia took a second to kneel and pray that she would be kept safe along her journey. She would then enter into the deepest part of the shrine, one where only both Alexandra sisters had been able to tread in thousands of years. On the wall hung three swords and a single shield, with the fourth sword and a second shield being kept upon a pedestal below. The three weapons mounted upon the wall were the two Omega Swords, weapons forged from holy ore gifted by Hephaestus wielded by Sophitia, and the Digamma Sword, a weapon forged solely for Cassandra. The lone shield that rested on the wall was the Owl Shield, Sophitia's first shield.

Those were none of her concern though, as Sophitia slowly approached the weapons on the pedestal. One of these was one that she was all to familiar, and the other... it was new, but it scared her. The shield was the Elk Shield. Sophitia had used this shield for six years now and was one of the most reliable things to have ever come out of Rothion's forge. The other weapon, however...

The other weapon was the spirit sword itself, Soul Calibur.

The elder sister had found the blade formed as a slender Chinese blade during her last time in Ostrheinsburg and had taken it back to the shrine for safe keeping. She had been filled in by a wise old man about this sword, and said that the sword chose its host, morphing into their ideal weapon. It was the same as Soul Edge in that sense. This is why it was so surprising that the blade morphed into a shortsword, perfectly balanced for the young woman to wield.

Taking her first steps out with this new blade in hand, Sophitia gave a long sigh as she took a step out of the shrine and made her way back to the village. She kept herself cloaked as to not be recognised when she was leaving. The last thing that she needed was those closest to her to be worrying about her as she left.

This mission was surely to be perilous though, and not long after leaving their quiet little mountain town, the girl was met upon by a lone thief. He was huge, standing at around 6'9", carrying on his hip a longsword that looked as if it had seen better days. "Finally," the male said with a lick of his lips. He was staring up and down the young woman, her figure being exactly what he wanted. "I've been needing to relieve my stress with a little missy like you... now shut your trap and get on your knees!"

"I'm afraid not," Sophitia would keep her voice low and calm, bringing down the hood to reveal her features in full to the male. The gentle moonlight shone upon her cheek, giving it an almost ethereal glow. It was mesmerising but would also be deadly if the male did not keep his guard up. "I cannot let you do this."