Siegfried

"So you would forsake our friendship?" "Yes. No one will ever again be a part of my life. Every man or woman who has known me has ultimately fallen to death's touch. So go. Leave me. Forget you ever knew me." As Siegfried spoke his answer, the woman who questioned him faded from his sight to be replaced once more by the memories of that night. The wind blew the clouds from the face of the moon, and suddenly the head that he held triumphantly aloft was brilliantly revealed. Siegfried saw the face, and there was no denying the truth. It was his father. His heart was in agony as it had been pierced by a white-hot blade. Siegfried jerked upright, as if yanked by a puppeteer's string. It had been a dream. He was alone. He pressed his hand against the armour that covered his heart. A terrible scar marked him there. The maelstrom of power unleashed when Soul Calibur and Soul Edge clashed in the cathedral had torn his body apart. But the sword whose destiny it was to destroy the cursed sword resonated with Siegfried's soul, and saved his life. Siegfried though again of the dream he had just seen. His brothers-in-arms, his comrades, cared for him. But his mind was made up! He would brush aside the outstretched hands that tried to help him. No one would touch his heart. No man or woman would sway him from his path, until the cursed sword was destroyed for all time. Before him, a black shadow lay heavy over the cursed city of Ostrheinsburg. His journey of repentance was coming to an end.