To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)

Chapter 1

To see a Darkened Sun

chapter 1

After sacrificing his humanity to the bonfire presumably for the last time, he trod carefully down the stairs, as if trying not to wake a sleeping inhabitant.

He soon arrived upon a yellow and purple mat, adorned with Four candles, one at each corner. He bent his knee and clumsily kneeled in front of the fog covered entrance to the tomb proper.

He waited in that spot for a short while before he heard the soft and slow tapping of bare feet against against the marble floor.

"Welcome back, O knight of the Dark Moon. If thou require mine assistance thee need only ask."

And there it was, that soft, comforting voice. He did not respond, his mind was again going at such a pace that he could not comprehend his own thoughts. He did not know how long it'd been since Gwyndolin had spoken but apparently it was long enough to warrant concern.

"...Knight, why is it Thee remain silent?"

Silence soon settled again, one of the knight's passing thoughts cursed him for his silence but it was quickly swept away by the tide.

"...Knight, it is mine role to safeguard thy person. If thee face any afflictions please do not hesitate to speak of them."

This seemed to get through to him. The tide of thoughts slowly calming, anchoring on the voice of the deity.

"Ah... My Lord... I..." He was struggling to find a place to start off, Gwyndolin was proving to be patient however, this he was thankful for.

"I have been... on a quest since I arrived in the land of the gods and... oh it has been ever so arduous, those I would have called friends have long since died and hollowed away..." He trailed off, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

"...Even so... I continued on, for their sake, and for the sake of my duty. I had collected the Lordvessel from the princess Gwynevere, and later I would meet with the Serpent..." He once again stopped for a minute, straining his memory for a name.

"Kaathe. Who attempted to suade me from my duty. I did not give in, and continued on to pursue the rest of the Lords. However, when I reached Izalith, I could feel something great and dangerous ahead. And I soon found it. The bed of Chaos." Gwyndolin made a barely audible sound in response to the mention of Kaathe. Causing him to lose focus briefly.

"It took me days and yet still I could not destroy such a thing... And now... Here I am, hopelessly hollowed, I remember not even my own name. All I know is that I am a knight of the Dark Moon, on a quest to link the fire...

And that I have failed..."

The Knight looked down to the ground in sorrow, knowing full well that even a god such as the Dark Sun could do nothing to save him from the curse.

Gwyndolin remained in silence, she had likely heard of the curse and how it afflicted the bearer, but had never seen it in person.

"I am sorry mine knight..." He braced himself for the words he knew were about to come out of her mouth.

"But there is nothing even I can do to prevent the curse from consuming thee..." There was a brief moment of silence that filed the room, before the quiet pattering of tears and the small, sorrowful whimpers of the hopeless could be heard. Most of the tears were caught in his visor but some fell through.

The knight quickly attempted to regain his composure, looking up to see a small white gloved hand reaching out toward him. He flinched slightly in surprise but let the hand slowly pull the visor up, revealing his face. The hand reached in and gently caressed the side of his face. He could finally see her.