Fan Fiction ❯ White Reflections ❯ Prologue

Title: White Reflections

Series: Soul Calibur

Authors: Sephira jo (sephirajo@yahoo.com) and Cap'n Dampeal (capndampeal@lycos.com)

Rating: R (for violence, angst, adult situations and the like to put it bluntly me and Cap'n Dampeal don't write for the kiddies.)

Part 1/?? (well, to be purely technical this *is* a part)

Archive: With Permission only

Disclaimer: We don't own this game! Namco does! If we owned it, the characters would be seriously fucked. 'Cause we like to mess with characters minds. Oh yeah. ^-^

Authors' Notes: Reposted with the original formatting. Which is in more of a book style with the bold text and title included. Enjoy. ^_^

The fire burned weakly, casting thin shadows about the dark landscape. Its feeble glow barely touched the sharp rocks that sheltered it, massive sentinels with backs turned away from the ineffectual flames. But the fire burned brightly within the soft eyes of the man who stared into it, crouched before it in the mountain hollow. He barely felt its warmth through his thick veil, but he needed it. The fire was the whole of his world. If he could just stare into it long enough, maybe he could make sense of the rest of the world. Of… anything. He gripped his head with his cloth-swathed hands. Why couldn't he remember anything? His only strong memory was one he would rather forget, if it weren't the only piece of his identity he could cling to. Involuntarily, his left hand drifted to touch the cold spot on the back of his neck. It pulsed beneath his fingertips. The pain was still there.

Pain. That was the look in the Japanese general's eyes when I delivered him his deathblow. I had killed at least a hundred men by then, but something felt different when I tugged my blade free of his crimsoned flesh and he sank to the dusty ground. There was something odd about his blood that stained the wrappings on my hands. Fresh from the body, it pulsed as if still pumped by the dead man's heart-but it was colder than my steel blade. The pulsing throbbed in my skull and vibrated in my chest. I gripped my head as the world turned to black. It felt like a dark veil fell all around me, suffocating me in its folds. I fought against it, but my efforts seemed only to entangle me further. Finally, I… I woke up. My body was entangled with that of the general I had slain and all around me were many more corpses, Japanese and Korean soldiers alike.

The ravens eyed me with contempt as I stumbled blindly through the field of fallen men. How many of these corpses was I responsible for? Was I a soldier? I knew one thing-I had killed and would probably continue to kill many more.

"Assassin"-the word came to me unbidden, a label to name me as my real name evaded my memory.