Fan
Fiction
 "One
must ask: What, exactly, is Sonia Belmont's role in the ever-unfolding
tale of the 'Castlevania' series? Originally positioned as the forefather
(or mother--ho-hah! ... yeah...) to Trevor Belmont,
the family's first-noted female warrior has since been displaced by the
more ambiguous Leon Belmont and then written out completely by current
series' director Koji Igarashi. Still, we who hold continuity dear will
simply never forget the tale of a young woman who wanted only to honor
the promise to fight evil. More specific is The Crossman's newest tale,
where Sonia's story is done justice through his retelling." |
Castlevania Legends
By The Crossman
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
Prolouge: Sonia's theme.
Tower of Ondol, Warakiya. The 12th of November 1476 A.D. I stood looking out
one of the windows in my uncle's master-bedroom. The wind did lift and play
with my banks of light-blone hair. The warm of the fireplace did comfortly
warm my back. It was good, since the rest of my body was nearly numb and my
hearth was a frozen blob. I knew I was somewhat overreacting, but we had bean
so close. And now he'd just left me behind. "What did you expect, Sonia?"
I turned around, my uncle, Dimitri Belmont looked upon me with old knowlingly
grey eyes. "I know what you think about him, but you're wrong." Even dough
his father had drawn Adrian with him into the other side. "Adrian only does
what he means is right." Uncle did shook his head. Even dough it was a weak
motion, he still had some strength and authority in his voice. "You also have
a destiny to fulfil, Sonia of the Belmont clan. Our clan shall hunt the night
as long the night reigns with terror. Your powers are not meant for yourself.
They are meant for a greater purpose. They are meant for the good of Warakiya."
I nodded. "I haven't told you this," I said as I blushed. "I and Adrian had
it quithe merry and…" I took a deep breath. "I met the poltergeist king outside
the village graveyard the night before." Uncle Julius slowly nodded. "Then
the time is right. He will grant you the weapons we gave to him to protect
when we did dethrone Mathias Krohnquist." I knelt before him and he grasped
my hand. "You know he did kill your other uncle, father Reinhardt, in 1462.
But do not seek vengeance, only reclaiming of the spirits." "I know, uncle
Julius. I shall do my best to honour God in my hearth." He smiled. "I'm proud
of you Sonia. I know you will grant the clan great honour. May God and all
good Saints watch over you on your path to justice." I got to my feet. I silently
left the room. The priests said uncle was dying. I dried the tears away from
my cheeks before I went inside my bedroom. Rosaly, my twelve year old maid,
had prepared my bed after I had left it. "Rosaly, I want you to find my armour."
"Yes my lady." A weak smile crossed my face. Our family had bean disposed
of our title after Leon Belmont denied the will of the church. I don't blame
them. They did what they thought was best. "Here it is my lady." Rosaly, aided
by Julia, my other maid, said. I nodded and gestured for them to leave. Doing
their reverence, they left the room. I brought off my dres, slippers and cark,
before I brought on the green weapon-shirt. I tied my hair into a pony-tail
so it not should get in my way as I brought on my light leather-mail, with
steel breast and shoulder-plates which belong to them. Lastly, I slipped into
a pair of knee-high boots and then tied some wrist protectors around my wrists
for better protection. I poundered a little before I let the crystal, the
only family weapon we had left. And my bow, which my father Leonard had thought
me how to use before he died, thinking better of it, I let them be where they
where. Uncle Julius had said I should have trust in my powers and that was
what I intended to do. Then, with somewhat shaky hands I picked up the belt
with the Vampire Killer whip upon it. I had sworn the oat and had become accepted
by the holy weapon. If what uncle Julius said was true, I would find the other
weapons along the way. "Take good care of my uncle." I told the two maids.
"And take good care of yourself and the other servants." I said to the two
maids who had waited outside the door. "We will." Rosaly said. Julia merely
nodded. I gave them a last smile, then I went out the corridor and down the
stairs.
Tower of Ondol, Warakiya. The 12th
of November 1476 A.D.
As I did walk out the walls of our tower, I noticed how the servants and maids
of our household had gathered at bought sides of the gate. Joseph Weber and
Anastasia Fulnov, the heads of staff, stood at the front, bought holding lit
torches in their hands. "God and all good Saints bless you my child." Father
Andrei blessed her and did the sign of the cross. "May They be with you too
father." I said before I went out the gate. I could only pray I would see
all these good men and weomen again.
Dora wood, Warakiya. The 12th of November
1476 A.D.
The moon shone down upon the early snow and the stars shone like silver on
the clear night sky. It was cold, the winter had come early this year. All
since September when voivod Basraq was murdered. I could somehow understand
why he'd bean so angry to turn to the darkness. But nobody should be forced
to make. And after what Adrian had told me about him, bought the evil things
and the good things, I wasn't sure I should feel pity or hateful towards him.
In my mind, I went through the elements uncle Julius had told me how to summon
and control. They where wind, fire, lightning, light and ice. But how to use
them in actual combat I had yet to be seen. Doing the sign of the cross, then
went down the path leading toward the castle. Or so I hoped.
Ondol graveyard, Warakiya. The 12th
of November 1476 A.D.
Kneeling before the cross under which my mother lay buried, I ended my prayer
with the sign of the cross. A voice in my head asked me why I merely did not
destroy the sign of the God who's children has murdered my mother. That voice
was the voice of my other side. The vampire side which my father's turn to
darkness had partly turned me into one as well. "Do not blame Him for what
His children does." It was the voice of Sonia. "Blame not what the children
of the Father does, for they are just that, children. They do not know what
they do." I could not help but smile. My dear lover was the niece of a priest
and the grand-child of a crusader. She knew well the teachings of her God.
No, I corrected myself, He was my God as well. Sonia was right. I rouse and
durted the snow of my black silk-trousers and looked to the sky. "God," I
prayed as the wind whipped my long dark-blonde hair along my face. "please
protect my dear Sonia from the darkness of my father." Then, again doing the
sign of the cross, my mother and Sonia had teach me how to do this. As I started
walking down the path of the graveyard, the doubt about having to kill my
father again rouse within my soul. Quickly I went through the practises my
father had told me to clear my mind. The undead beast inside the castle was
not my father. It was merely his body, his powers, his memories and behaviour
being used as a puppet by the dark powers. Grasping these facts was the only
which hindered me from being tore apart. The hunger for blood gnawed upon
my thoughts as it always did. After the reclamation of my father's soul, I
will return to Sonia so she could strike me down and free the world from this
cursed bloodline.
Castle Dracula, Warakiya. The 12th
of November 1476 A.D.
I did walk through the courtyard. It was like I had never left this place.
None of my former soldiers where have had the courage or volour to return
to their rightful prince. Some had come, those loyal to The Master. They knew
me, they knew my power. "You did well Death." I said to my new general-at-arms.
The fallen angel bowed. "I merely did as you commanded my prince. 10.000 wandering
deaths, ghosts and possessed armours are merely waiting your command to attack
Warakiya." I nodded, a smile parting my lips. "And the others? The Minotaurs,
gorgons, the harpies and the other mythical servants, are they assembled?"
Death bowed. "As ready as they might ever by my prince." I could not suppress
a laughter of dark satisfaction escaping me. The children of God, and God
himself, had abondomed me and slayed those I held dearest. I would not let
it go unpunished. I would not be a Boyar if I did not avenge those of my blood.
And when one of the great ones did this to me, I would merely have to turn
back to what I had learned in my year at Scholomance. "Join me Death. We shall
go to the assembly hall and watch our army." Death bowed. "Of course my prince."
(A.N: This time I'm using a little different form of writhing-style. I'll try as best I can to follow the story of the game, but with some personal twists.)