To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)

Chapter 3

To see a Darkened Sun

chapter 3

As the silence grew, his eyelids began to feel heavy, his body ever so gradually leaning over to Gwyndolin as he lost consciousness. He knew full well that when he woke up, it wouldn't be "him" anymore. It wouldn't be anybody. There'd only be a fully hollowed husk, mindless and violent.

He didn't even have the time to put these thoughts out of his mind as they were quickly swept away by the tide, a tide he'd stopped pushing back.

His eyes closed, ever so slowly, as he felt the warmth of his goddess supporting him to the end...

A falling sensation jolted Arias from his sleep, he quickly came to his senses, noticing immediately that he was no longer leaning on Gwyndolin, he was instead laying horizontally on the couch, his legs had remained off of the couch and as a result they slightly dangled above the floor, giving him an uncomfortable feeling in his lower stomach.

He noticed that Gwyndolin was no longer in the room and rose to his feet. As usual thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind but he remained somewhat focused on one.

"Where's Gwyndolin?"

Even though he knew everything was probably fine, he found himself quickly walking to the door and out into a large hallway, well lit with the golden rays of the sun like everywhere else in Anor Londo and a bit of a shock to him since the room he was in was so dimly lit in comparison. He turned right and walked aimlessly down the hall.

He heard a feminine sounding yelp from down the other end of the hall, soon after two silver knights rushed past him. It was curious to say the least, they'd never ignored him like that.

Suddenly he realized that the scream had sounded familiar, and without thinking, he sprinted down the hall, quickly outpacing the silver knights quickly and totally ignoring his own limits in his urgency.

Arias soon saw that same sun shaped crown on the head of a figure in the distance, in front of the figure was a silver with their weapon drawn, attacking them. There seemed to be some sort of magic barrier, cast to guard what was presumably Gwyndolin from the knight.

Arias pulled down his visor and continued to charge ahead, unsheathing his greatsword and taking firm hold of his shield. Reaching the knight at full speed, he thrust his greatsword through the knight's chest the tip of the sword rebounding off the barrier, sending it upwards, Arias made use of the momentum, quickly dropping his shield, opting to two hand his sword. He lifted his sword above his head, the silver knight, still impaled, falling down to the hilt where they dangled helplessly.

He turned to the the other two knights charging at him, he quickly flung the knight off of his sword, sending them careening towards the other two. All three crashed to the ground, the other two quickly getting to their feet while the first had to use their sword to slowly get up.

Arias picked up his shield, turning to the knights and charging. With his left hand he lifted shield up to protect him from the knight on the left, with his right hand he readied his sword at a diagonal angle, hoping he'd gain enough force to cut straight through the knight on the right. He was planning to end this very quickly.

Upon reaching the knights, Arias managed to guard the attack from the knight on the left, however he didn't have enough force to cut through the knight's armor, his sword bouncing off with a loud *clang* the force reverberating throughout his body.

This caused him to stumble, dropping his greatsword and giving the knight a window to shove their sword through his abdomen, causing him to scream loudly. The knight pushed him off their sword with their foot, sending him onto the floor. The other knight lifted their foot, aiming to stomp on Arias' head. He quickly lifted his shield to block the attack, his arm and shield absorbing the force from the kick.

The other two knights began to kick at his stomach and legs, the one above him raising their foot for another stomp. Arias quickly drew a small knife from his belt, as the knight was about to stomp down on him, he forced the knife through a tiny gap in their sabaton, going straight though to the bone. The knight fell over, landing with a thud.

Tossing his shield to the side, he quickly grabbed two more knives, one in each hand, tossing them into the gaps of the standing knight's helmets, killing the one he'd stabbed earlier and wounding the other. He quickly rolled over and grabbed his sword, the standing knight stomping on his knee, breaking it with the force.

Arias screamed in agony once again, angrily swinging his sword in the direction he felt the pain come from. Luckily it hit it's target, sending this knight to the floor too, while the other one was getting up. Due to his broken knee he could no longer stand, so he he got to his knees and readied his sword. He still felt the intense pain of the wound, but he knew if these knights managed to kill him he'd be gone forever, even if he was going to hollow soon anyway, it'd be on his own terms.

He lifted his greatsword above his head and swung it downward, going straight through the head of the knight that was getting up. The force also sent him to the ground. As Arias struggled back to his knees, the remaining silver knight quickly rose up, lifting their sword for a strike, Arias was barely able to block it with his own sword, the force sending him back to the ground on his back.

The knight walked over him and readied their sword above his head. Before they plunged the sword down on his skull, they hesitated, giving him an opening to quickly swing his sword upwards with all the strength he had left, enough force to cut straight through them and kill them on the spot.

The knight fell forward, letting out a dying scream as it collapsed to the ground. Arias slowly rose to his knees, bleeding profusely he dropped his greatsword, letting it clatter to the floor. As pain surged throughout his body, as his vision blurred, he fumbled around searching for his estus flask.

He found it in his pouch, lifting his visor he quickly lifted it to his mouth where he greedily gulped down every last drop. He felt his wounds quickly close, his knee quickly repairing itself and blood stop leaking. Upon looking around himself, he noticed that the knights did not bleed, no in fact all the blood in the room was entirely his own.

Though his wounds were healed, the pain remained, so he clutched the hilt of his greatsword, using it to lift himself to his feet. Looking over to Gwyndolin, he saw the barrier fall, followed by Gwyndolin themselves, who fell to the floor, panting.