To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)

Chapter 2

To see a Darkened Sun

chapter 2

The knight attempted to calm his mind once more, as there was something he wanted to ask.

"...My Lord?" He managed to say, his mental struggle beginning to be noticeable in his voice

"Yes knight?" She responded, her silky smooth voice calming him as always.

"There is something.. I wish to ask."

"Go ahead."

"Why is it that I am the only one.. You call 'knight' of the dark moon?" He had no recollection of when this started but as far as he knew he was the only one under Gwyndolin's command known by this title.

"Well that is because I knighted thee for thy exceptional service to mineself as a Blade of the Dark moon." She told him, somewhat confused as to why he asked as even to one without memory it should be obvious as to why a knight is called a knight.

"I am aware of that yes... But why is it that I am the ONLY knight under your command? ...If you don't mind my inquiring that is." Gwyndolin took a second to respond to this, making the knight worry that he had overstepped his boundaries.

"Well... Mine father, Gwyn, The Lord of Sunlight, had under his command, four knights. These knights were his most accomplished warriors and were well known throughout the kingdom for their prowess in battle in one way or another..." The Lord trailed off for a moment, as if remembering something she'd tried to put out of her mind.

"...And after the passing of Gwyn, these knights fell to my command... However, as of now, they have all either perished, retired, been imprisoned, or have left the Kingdom entirely. And so, as the current ruler of Anor Londo, I was searching for my own knights to replace the fallen. So far there is only one under mine command." She finished her story, turning to look at the knight.

"Y-You would really... Truly consider myself as the best warrior under your command? And even worthy to stand beside, the greatest knights of Lord Gwyn?" The knight asked, taken aback by what they'd just heard, unsure if it was even true.

"Truly." She nodded, confirming it. "That is why I allowed you within mine quarters to begin with." She continued, somewhat jokingly. he just sat there on the couch, amazed at what he'd just heard. Another thought to add to the conflux in his mind.

"Yes indeed... thou'st surpassed all of mine other warriors in strength and skill within such a short time. It was as if thou hadst trained with death itself. Truly, thou'rt worthy of a place among the esteemed knights of Gwyn." She added, seemingly proud of her knight.

Training with death itself... there was some truth to that in a way, up until recently dying had been an everyday thing, it's as if it were totally unavoidable to him. Undoubtedly his undeath brought about a small amount of carelessness in battle, but it is also most likely the reason he has reached this level of combat prowess so quickly, not that he'd tell the goddess about that any time soon.

Soon silence settled once more, the knight seemed satisfied by the answer, or so Gwyndolin thought, knowing not of the swirling chaos threatening. to take hold of him.

"...What of thy name?" She asked, seemingly from no where.

"uh- hrm?" The knight mumbled, once again attempting to silence the vortex, gazing into her crown.

"I wish to keep a record of thee as mine chosen and dutiful knight, but I would require something to call thee by. Is there anything thou would'st prefer?" She clarified.

"...No... I can't think of any names for myself... All of the ones I can even remember belong to others I've met, and I do not wish to take their identity from them." He explained, still looking her in the eyes.

"Very well, if thee would not mind, I shalt name thee?" She gave him an inquisitive look, judging by her mouth anyway.

"...Yes. I would accept any title you give me... for as long as I can remember it." He bowed slightly.

"Very well..." She repeated, standing up and walking in front of him. "Kneel please." She commanded and he obeyed, as always. He got off the couch and kneeled in front of her, bowing his head and looking into the purple and yellow carpet.

"I, Dark Sun Gwyndolin, last born of Gwyn, lord of fire, shall bestow upon thee, the name Arias! Knight of the Dark Moon!" She exclaimed, holding her arms and catalyst high above his head. He accepted the name as his own from this moment onwards.

"I thank thee, Oh great lord." He responded, his mind focused for once.

The goddess lowered her catalyst and sat back down on the couch, prompting Arias to sit back down next to her. And once again, silence befell the room. Arias looked around the room again, a comfy little place indeed, not a bad place for it all to end...