Title: Sword of Judgement
Author: Silent Emerald Eyes
Pairing: Hilde/Siegfried/OC and more . . .
Rating: M
Status: Not Completed
Source: Soul Calibur
Summary: A new Soul Calibur journey has began...The souls set out to save or destory Soul Edge; what is their path through the journey? They've given their life on the line to succeed their goal . . .

Feedback: Comments are welcome; constructive or positive. Flames are nice too because they make for something to laugh at and keep my feet toasty.
Warnings: This story had mature content. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned in this piece of fiction belong to me except for Luciulle, Alminna, Ryame ect. and to the characters you don't know. The rest of the characters belongs to Namco.

Author Notes: This is the first chapter in my newest story, Soul Calibur IV: Sword of Judgement. This will, hopefully, be one of my better stories, improving on some aspects my other ones lack. Most notably, details. This isn't a promise though, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I'm going to involve a few characters from SCIV, but this is generally a story about my own about five or six Custom Characters. Soul Calibur's Create a Soul system has really drawn me into the game, ever since Soul Calibur III, as I am able to attach more with my characters than those already in the game itself. Anyway, enough rambling from me, here is the prologue in my Soul Calibur IV story, Sword or Jugement. Enjoy!

Innumerable thanks to: Redbunnie7 for reading and reviewing my stories and the great humour. Don't worry, Samara will be in the chapter five, six or seven. Wakamoley, for being a terrific author and a wonderful reviewer.

Prologue

It was beautiful but thick that day. Something wasn't right that time. The young Athen ran downstairs knowing that something right wasn't going on. Heather continued to try to observe what what was happening. Her heart tightned as she stared down the stairs of the huge gloomy palace. As an all out war broke loose, Heather continued to fight with Tira in the castle’s basement that belonged to the azure knight.

"Tira, I know this is not what is really you. Don't you understand what can happen to you if you follow the orders of the cursed Azure Knight—You don't deserve to be in this cursed mess! I won't let you take Sophitia's children as granted." the woman cried as she struck at the physco girl.

"I hate to break it to you, but they’re already in master Nightmare’s clutches by now. You see my accomplis has more than likely captured them!" said Tira with a vile grin as she tried to slash the older victim with her ring blade.

"Monsters!" yelled Heather as she attacked Tira hoping to slay her so she could get to Sophitia's children, but the girl was able to block every blow.

Tira wasn’t lying for Raphael Sorel had already infiltrated the castle and kidnaped Phyrra and possibly more hosts and was now taking them to Nightmare, but the question was what was he planning to do with them—why did Nightmare want them so badly? It was a question that she wanted to be badly anwsered.

As Heather fought with Tira, Ryame continued to fight the undead Cervantes. Cervantes struck, and caused Ryame to lose his guard, and then fired his pistol sword, but the young man managed to avoid the shot and counter attack slicing clean through Cervantes. "Go back to the underworld were you belong and take your friends with you!" yelled Ryame as the pirate's body commended him to escape. Ryame quickly hurried off wasting no time moving on to get to Alminna, and Siegfried.

Outside the castle in the water mill, Alminna resumed to battle the Ivy. The woman was quick with her snake sword, but was no match for her mastery of explosives. The British woman however seemed immune to pain.

"I’m sorry, but it’s time for you to return from whence you came!" exclaimed Alminna as she charged a powerful explosive and then charged at her foe.

Alminna felt completely vulnerable, though she would never let her guise show it, standing there on the battle, fighting like some ordinary pilferer and charged for crimes she did not commit. She wished that her family was in peace. Turning her head back around to commence walking again, she was blessed with another sharp blow to her back but this time it was a lot harder and by he woman. She held her head high and unfazed by the negligent handling, trudging defiantly by her enemy, who stood silently off in the corner, closely observing her figure making sure he had the right person in his grasp before he would choose to speak.

Ivy attacked, but missed it’s mark, however the bomb didn’t it blew the creature’s bones to dust. As it’s body disbursed Alminna lowered her head, and said a prayer for the once enslaved soul. She then made her way out of the water mill to make it to the front lines. "You won't be able to escape from me forever, you cur!"

Just as soon as she passed him, she could hear the metallic jingle of her footsteps start almost immediately behind her, clinking and thudding with confidence and purpose making sure to follow at a slight distance as she was shown the exit out of the area. The evil dark doppelgänger Cassndra continued her fight with Amy.

"This poor soul once trapped in Soul Edge, now freed, but enslaved in her own body. I must free her." The gothic lothia girl said to herself. Amy charged holy energy in her weapon and delivered a devastating blow to Cassandra. The dark girl’s body fell to the ground still alive, but unconscious the evil energy in her had vanished.

"Here, I cannot just leave you like this." said Amy in a low voice as she dragged, and took her in the castle to heal her.

On the front lines Siegfried continued to battle Astaroth but he was not fairing all too well. Astaroth knocked him to the ground and started to deliver a fatal blow, but suddenly he lowered his weapon and left. Siegfried looked around, and saw all the enemy was retreating, but why? The burning sensation was intense and added to the already pulsating migraine that he had from the previous night. Falling to his knees, he quickly grasped the back of his own head and forced the essence of annoying feeling of the azure knight's voice playing in his mind.

"Damn it, why won't you just leave me alone . . ."

The Azure Knight's voice enchanted as all of his minions retreated back to his dark palace. Ryame tried to keep up with them to stop from them form returining but it was to late. Siegfried cursed under his breath knowing what Nightmare might plan. Alminna felt her charm madalion wrapped around her neck glowing. It meant something important was going to happen but she sadly didn't know what exacally it was. It was important to finish what they have started from the first.

Three months later . . .

The draw of the cursed sword Soul Edge, a weapon of limitless power. It called out to countless people, all of them seeking the sword for their own reason. For some, it would be a way to forever cement their name into history, and be remembered forevermore. For others, it would be the weapon of salvation that would end the suffering of so many people, and for some it was purely a weapon, to be used for nothing more than killing. There were thousands upon thousands of beliefs about the sword, and twice as many desires pertaining to it.

For one, the sword was a bane of the world, and had to be eradicated, as did its counterpart, the mythical Soul Calibur. Both were bringing nothing but misery and suffering to the world, even if one sword was "evil" and one sword was "good." It didn't matter which was which, both were being used in the quests of souls seeking to use the weapons. However, with nigh-immeasurable power in the hands of mortals, the chance of that power being abused always remained.

"Damn, I really can't belive it's happening again!" Steamed the young Athenian warrior maiden, Luciulle Alexandra.

Some time ago, Luciulle's elder sister, Alminna Alexandra had set out once again to destroy the cursed sword Soul Edge. Or rather, that's what Luciulle had been told by Algollian, the father, of course. But Algollain noted a slight hesitation in his older daughter's voice upon mentioning Soul Edge, and he shared that revelation with his younger daughter.

That was almost all the information Luciulle needed. She commissioned Rothion, who was Sophitia's husban and a master blacksmith, to reforge her weapon, the Dark sword and shield, so that she might set out on her own personal quest. She would rid the world of this cursed weapon, and bring her sister back to Greece so that she could live the life of a sister and devoting person.

"If Alminna can be that brave to go on a quest like that; so can I . . ." Luciulle reminded to herself as she went out the door determined to destroy Soul Edge.

She has not thought about the circumstances that she could have been in but it didn't bother her as much. Determined to destroy Soul Edge, Luciulle left her home. Unfortunately she did not have any clues of the azure blade that caused her beloved sister to leave therefore made use of the fact that the fragment of the cursed sword, Soul Edge that she possessed reacted to the evil energy in order to conduct her research as she traveled land to land. That cursed shard must be destroyed . . .

It's terror must end.

After Luciulle left Athens, the very next day to hopefully track down her older sibling. Luciulle never understood why Alminna refused to ever let her come with her. After all, Luciulle was an accomplished warrior too, or rather, she was to the best of her ability. Never having been given proper Athenian warrior training like Alminna, Luciulle had to learn as she went along. For some, this would be foolish, but Luciulle was a fast learner, although her weapon, having been broken by Luciulle's overexertion of it, sometimes had trouble keeping up.

Heartbeat pounds were all she could hear or feel at that second, reverberating constantly in her skull and quivering out through her fingertips. An eye cracked open then instantly wrenched itself shut when the pain worsened from the ardent light that stabbed in. Next came an anemic groan, which exited from a pair of split lips as her senses lethargically returned and she began to fight off her ever-growing misery. Not only did Alminna leave for another journey, Sophtia did also. She tried to forget what happened before she left but the memory just kept haunting her deliberately. It was when she went to go check up on her cousin Sophitia, she found the woman lying in bed very sick with a coma for almost three days. By the woman was her little young daughter.

Poor Pyrra . . .

Not only was her mother deathly ill, the girl got kidnapped by the jolly assassin by the name of Tira. Luciulle felt she need tears to sprout from her sad eyes. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. Her muscles were so tight and tensed. The situation made her shiver a lot. She couldn't hold it in. They pain was winnning over her. It was just too much.

The little young blond girl around the age of four walked slwoly through the hallways of the Alexandra's home. Everything seemed so silent. Her father was not home with her and so was her brother. She knew someone else was in the house with her. She could not be alone by herself. The young adorable girl's voice was so tiny and innocent. Whenever she spoke, it always showed the light side within herself. She was small. The dress she wore was simple but elegant on her.

She walked slowly upon her parent's entrance door and opened carefully . . .

"Mommy?" she called out to a woman.

The small girl stepped deeper into the silent room and swalled hard on her throat, feeling as if it had a lump on it. Her face was confused and expressionless. She called out the name again.She suddenly ran to the bed as she spotted a beautiful woman lying on the bed unconcious. The girl shook the woman violently on the bed. She seemed so immobile.

"Mommy, mommy! Please wake up!" The girl's face was now streaming with tears.

Was the woman acually dead? The sad girl couldn't think of anything to do. No one was there except for her lonely-self and 'lifeless' mother. She cried uncontrolably on the shoulder of Sophitia. She kept calling out to her name begging for her to rise again.

Luciulle didn't stop to ponder the poor woman's fate. She had too much to do and little time to do it in. Luciulle closed her eyes a bit as she noticed the bright sun was shining dimly on her shield. She looked up into the strange red-orange color of the sky and sighed helplessly. Close by, there was a tree with spring green ripen apples waiting to be picked up from the branches. The girl wiped the sweat off her brow quickly and sat her weapons by the tree trunk. Climbing her way to the tree, Luciulle grabbed a trio of the green fruit.

"This is possibly enough." she muttered to herself as she climbed down slowly.

She rested her weary body againts the brown trunk and sighed softly before taking a bite off the apple. She sighed sadly after remembering her sister's absence.

"Oh, Alminna, where are you? We all miss you . . ." Luciulle said to the vast ocean in front of her, half-expecting a response. Before she knew it, she felt a colorless substance diving down her pale and misrable cheeks. Everything seemed so wrong, even her life. She despied it so much. She would curse it, but what was the damn point of it. It will make nothing come from the situation but more depresssion.

But she only got an audience in the form of waves gently caressing the coastline, and the sounds of gulls cawing in the distance. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, bathing the ocean in a beautiful orange glow. It had been such a long day of traveling, and Luciulle was exhausted. Laying on her back, Luciulle pushed her sword and shield to the side of her and shut her eyes for a few moments, trying her best to catch a few moments of sleep. As she tried to drift off to sleep, she thought back to the day prior.

Her inquiries would remain unanswered for now and so would the many other questions that floated inside her mind at this slightly, she tried to move an arm so that she may wipe the wild strands of golden hair out of her face but cried in agony when it hurt too bad to even twitch a finger. Another groan, this time in frustration, filled the air when a second attempt to move a limb failed horribly in anguish. There was nothing she could do that wouldn’t bring about the burn, absolutely nothing. And to make matters worse, she was unarmed, all her prized weapons missing from their places making retaliation pointless even if she could function properly. Laying a head back against the wall in exhaustion and defeat, Luciulle reluctantly granted her wasted form a rest as she dozed off into unconsciousness again, to await her fate.

To Be Continued . . .

Well, that's the prologue of my story. I know in the summary the couple is: Hilde/Siegfried/OC. However, in the beggining there is Siegfried/OC but then it will be Hilde's love after. Of course, I do not own Soul Calibur or it's characters except for my original. In the further chapters there will be mature content involved.