To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)

Chapter 4

To see a Darkened Sun

chapter 4

Arias rushed forward, trying his best to ignore the pain surging through him due to his quickened movements. When he got to Gwyndolin he kneeled down, he was conflicted on whether he should do anything, it would undoubtedly be profane to touch or hold a god with his undead arms, but they seemed so helpless on the floor, if more silver knights were to attack he doubted he would be able to defend Gwyndolin from them.

He'd go hollow anyway so it's not like any of it really mattered. he sheathed his greatsword and leaned down over the frail form of the exhausted god. He gently ran his hands under them, causing them to flinch. Arias lifted them up, the weight of them causing him great pain, in his left knee especially, but he would persevere, for their sake.

He turned and hobbled back towards the opened door to Gwyndolin's chambers. As he made his way to the room, there were a few things he now noticed about Gwyndolin. They were much shorter, in fact they were shorter than even him. He also noticed a thin veil on the back of their crown, something that wasn't there before.

Their skin was far more pale, though that could've been due somewhat to exhaustion. The large breasts they had were gone, instead they possessed a totally flat chest, like that of a male. In fact, the god as a whole seemed more androgynous than before. But by far what took him the most by surprise were his legs, or lack thereof. Instead, from his knees onwards were snakes, many, many snakes, They slithered moved around slowly and lazily, sometimes gently nudging his legs.

As Arias passed through the door and walked towards the bed, Gwyndolin's head began to move, still panting, he looked around the room, then up at the one carrying him. Arias could see by the shape fo his mouth that he was surprised, but neither of them spoke out about the situation.

Gwyndolin turned his head away, embarrassed that he'd been so careless as to stay in the open for so long. And not only that, the intense strain of quickly dropping the illusion of his female self and casting that barrier exhausted him greatly causing him to collapse, helpless in front of that one that was supposed to look up to him like a god. Arias is probably incredibly confused now, that he no longer bears the same godly and feminine features he once did, now looking to be no more than a petty, wretched crossbreed.

Gwyndolin felt a small tear creep down his cheek, the direction he was looking in meant he could hide it luckily. He'd already shown far too much weakness to this undead, he couldn't let him witness any more than what he already had.

Arias gently laid the god down on his comfortable bed. He then kneeled, staring down at the carpet.

"I am aware that it is profane for one such as myself to lay hands upon you my lord. My sincerest apologies but there was nothing else I could have done in that moment." With that, he stood up and slowly hobbled to the couch. After a short while Gwyndolin's breathing slowed and he slowly lifted himself up, gazing over to Arias who had clumsily flopped down onto the couch.

Things stayed still for a moment, Arias gazed at the bookshelves as his mind somehow got worse, inconsistencies in his logic if any, thoughts passing so fast he couldn't even begin to comprehend them. Meanwhile Gwyndolin sat up in his bed, he'd long since recovered, sitting still he felt a tension in the air over his form, at least he thought there was, Arias was too far gone to even care about differences, not even being able to reliably tell if it was just his memory getting things wrong.

Gwyndolin however, was anxiously awaiting him to mention the change. Arias never spoke up though, so he took it upon himself.

"M-Mine apologies for deceiving thou... I... I was not feeling well at the time thou sees..." He trailed off, his anxiety building as Arias remained silent. He fidgeted slightly with his bedsheets, quite unlike his usual calm and composed demeanor, all thanks to his rapidly building anxiety. He knew not why it had such a strong grip on him, Arias may be the chosen undead, he may be his knight, but he was still only human, no even less than that he was a hollow, he had no right to even consider judging a god and yet the thought of him doing so tugged on his heartstrings.

He remained in the same still position, gazing at Arias' slumped form on the couch. Suddenly he thought to ask him a simple question.

"Dost thou comprehend mine words still?"

He asked, and received no answer. It was clear now that after sitting down, Arias had fallen asleep, his hollowing likely to complete in any moment. He couldn't have that. He quickly hopped of the bed, his snakes bundling up so he did not collapse upon landing, he rushed over the knight, quickly reaching for his pack. He searched around for a certain item carried by most undead in his state, mostly useless at this point... unless used to it's very fullest extent, a trick not known by many.

He found it, the ash gray stone encasing the skull of some unknown unfortunate. He put it on the table and laid Arias down on his back.

Gwyndolin grabbed the stone again and placed it on his chest. He backed away slightly and raised his catalyst, he chanted a spell and lowered it ever so slightly toward the stone. A stream of soul magic slowly flowed into it. Using soul magic, he would artificially raise the capacity of the stone, tricking the curse into believing it was a being of greater strength than it truly was, however, one had to know the correct spell to imbue the stone with, or else it could have disastrous effects.

When he finished chanting his spell, he lowered his catalyst again, leaning in he gently took hold of Arias' right hand, bringing it up to rest upon the stone, then he did the same with the left hand. Quickly the curse began to move into the stone, ebbing like water. As expected a higher concentration could gather within the stone due to his magic.

Soon no more of the curse would fit into the little stone, so he quickly cast a teleportation spell, sending it off to the undead asylum where only hollows remained. Using this trick he'd artificially cured Arias' curse, at least for now, it would come back at some point if he was not careful.

Gwyndolin knew he couldn't lose Arias, no, it was too late for a chosen undead to hollow away again, the fire would fade before they found another. It'd already taken 50 or so years just to find him. It had to be him, there was simply not enough time left...

Gwyndolin sighed, slowly slithering back to his bed, he was completely exhausted. He hadn't had such an eventful day since his father left, never to return. He remembered back to that day, it seemed so recent but so distant at the same time, he remembered the steely determination in his father's eyes, the foolish hope that he'd somehow return, surrounded in sunlight as always. He remembered the tears, the sunset.

He sat back down in his bed gazing over at Arias who slept in silence, he watched the rise and fall of his chest.

'This will be the man to save our kingdom.'

He thought to himself, letting out a heavy sigh and laying down in his bed, his snakes coiling up at the bottom of the bed to rest.

'He must be'