On Wings of Insanity

Author’s Note: This is my
first fic. Like it or not, I’m going to see it through to the end. Review if
you like. In the end, all that matters is that you read it right? But alas I
digress, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not, I
repeat do NOT own Nightmare, Tira, Siegfried or ANY character affiliated,
linked, contained within, or even considered to be in Soul Calibur 3. I wish I
did but sadly, Namco beat me to the punch.

On Wings of Insanity

Prologue

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How many days has it been?
She had been stalking him, watching his every movement. Waiting to claim what
rightfully belonged to his master. He had been very elusive these past months.
Shying away from populated areas, never staying in the same place twice. Yes,
he was proving to be quite the elusive one. This man who could in-advertently
cause more death and destruction in one night than a small army could sew in an
entire campaign. Yet here he was, alone, wondering in the forest. His
cornflower tresses flailing behind him in the wind as he walked; the gentle
crunch of leaves under his heavily armored boot; and his gorgeous face,
hardened into what seemed like an eternal scowl was enough to drive most women
weak in the knees. Tira, however, was no ordinary woman.

Sensing that he was being
followed at last, the man clad in silver armor stood still, listening intently
at his surroundings. Suddenly, a jolt rang through his right arm. It was a
familiar pain, one that he wished to never feel again. “Calm down Siegfried…….
I’m free of him, once and for all.”

“Awww, aren’t you just
pathetic!” Siegfried jumped and unsheathed his massive sword Requiem, and held
it in a ready position in fear that his greatest fear had somehow found a way
to return to this world. No, impossible. But Siegfried still had to know. “Show
yourself demon!” He yelled to the trees. The swirling wind was his only answer
for several minuets until a young woman, clad in a tight, body hugging outfit
leaped down from the direction he was facing. Her hair was the same bright
green as the tattered tunic that she wore, but her eyes are what attracted
Siegfried’s attention the most. Never before had he seen some one whose eyes
were of a purple as deep as hers. It was almost frightening. “A demon? Hahahaha…
That’s the nicest thing any one’s ever said about me.”

“What do you want?” Siegfried
nearly growled as the girl shifted her weight from one foot to another in an
almost seductive rhythm. “What I want, is my master’s body.” Body? She
couldn’t mean... Siegfried inwardly gulped as he ground his feet into the
autumn ground below, knowing full well that this confrontation will not end
peacefully. “I, I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“Oh, but I think you do, old
man.” Tira chuckled to herself as she leapt back into the tree and returned
moments later holding a rather large odd looking ring of some kind. She ran her
gloved fingers around the ring as the sunlight that managed to shine through
the tall canopy of the forest caused the disk to gleam a blinding glow. This
signaled Siegfried that this mere “ring” may be more of a threat than he had
first imagined. “Well, if you won’t give me his body, I’ll just have to play
with you for a while.” She gave Siegfried a smile that almost shook his
foundation. It was a smile witch held so many emotions that it bordered on the
paranormal. Needles to say, Siegfried knew that this girl would be far more
powerful that the usual band of distraught people who sought him out to take
their revenge upon him for that Demon’s work. He tightened the grip on Requiem
and waited for the girl to strike.

Author’s Note: Short and
sweet. Like Prologues should be. I should have the actual first chapter done
later on tonight. It’s up to you if I post it tonight or not.