To see a Darkened Sun
Prologue
It had been a long journey to this point. He wasn't counting how long but one could guess that it spanned multiple months.
He gazed off into the distance, the large wall surrounding the city, the empty districts, the crushing silence. His mind continued to wander, bouncing erratically from the scenery to those he'd met, to those he'd lost... Finally he ended up back at a question he'd been asking himself.
"What do I do now?"
He'd managed to attain the Lordvessel and he'd felled two of the Four great lords. But, he was simply unable to destroy the bed of chaos, he'd tried again and again, three days passed before he was forced to stop himself.
He could feel it, the loss of purpose, self and importance. He was going hollow and at a rapid rate. He couldn't remember his name, nor the fellows he'd arrived here with, he barely even remembered why he was here to begin with.
He felt the sorrow and hopelessness creeping back into his very being. He shook his head and tried to think of other things, there must be something he cared for. His duty, he had a duty, two in fact. First as the chosen undead to link the fire, and second, a knight of the Darkmoon, the only true knight under the command of Gwyndolin.
Ahh, Gwyndolin
Pleasant memories finally filled his mind, of the soft and calming voice from behind the fog, it was the only time he'd felt at ease, when he was kneeling on that yellow and purple carpet, warmed by the candles.
He felt calmer just thinking about her. He looked again at the empty streets, homes and cathedrals. He had nothing else to do, he was going to go hollow soon anyway, so why not pay a visit to the deity that calmed him so.
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To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)
FanfictionThe Chosen Undead is hollowing. After one too many deaths to the Bed of Chaos, the undead fears the next death will be his last. He had been knighted by Gwyndolin for his exceptional service as a Blade of the Dark moon. Maybe this goddess whom he'd...
