To see a Darkened Sun (Dark souls fanfic)

Chapter 11

To see a Darkened Sun

chapter 11

Another day passed similarly to the last one, Arias was awake for longer and shared some light conversation with Gwyndolin who seemed happy to talk. Gwyndolin even read him a book when things went silent, one of his snakes fetching one and propping it up for him to read, so his hands could continue to maintain the healing spell on Arias.

And soon the next day arrived, then the next. And by the fourth day they had something of a routine going. Arias wakes up, Gwyndolin would feed him breakfast, today it was pork and eggs, neatly prepared by the few remaining castle maids. Gwyndolin would then recast his healing spell, it's healing affects were always much better when he casted it and maintained it, though they were still felt when he wasn't.

Occasionally his attention would be forced away by a blade of the dark moon entering Gwyn's tomb to speak with him, then he cast his illusory self to speak with them, such meetings never lasted very long though. Then, after a short chat, Gwyndolin fetched one of his favorite books and read it to Arias while healing him.

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It was a tragic tale of a knight tasked with safeguarding a church in a recently destroyed village. Very few villagers remained and the ones that did were bordering on starvation as they prayed for salvation. The village had been attacked by a foreign army possessed by demons. Some were mad while others retained their sanity, but all of them were driven by a primal hate for the living.

The possessed would attack only at night, and so the knight was forced to sleep during the day and guard the church at night. Every morning he was gravely wounded and his ability to fight wavered. He would usually wake up at late noon when most people slept, though some of the elderly remained awake to pray. A week after the initial attack, the demon's attacked in large numbers early in the morning. The knight tried to fight back but he was quickly beaten and battered to the point he could no longer even move, unable to defend the villagers, his people, as the foul demons raped, ate and tortured every living human in the church. Even the elderly and the young.

Come noon he was alone in a blood soaked church, the floor of which was coated in the organs of those he fought so painfully to protect. Barely alive and wracked with guilt, he let out a bloodcurdling scream of agony. He never saw the possessed again, it seemed they decided they would rather leave him to a torturous existence, with the same seething hate that burned within their own stomachs. After tending to his own wounds, he didn't allow himself even a day of full recovery before gathering the remaining food and leaving his destroyed home.

The knight travelled the lands, fighting off bandits with ease and trying to warn other villages of the possessed threat. Though no one ever took him seriously, calling him a liar and a dishonorable coward who would rather lie than admit he could not protect a village from a bandit raid. He was heavily frowned upon by almost everyone, being unofficially banished from every nearby village. Nothing ever proved him right either, the possessed never attacked another village, though they haunted his for the rest of time, turning it into a cursed land no sane person would ever set foot in.

Upon being banished from most places, he eventually committed to living a life on the road, travelling from village to village as a nameless nobody. Without noticing it he had abandoned the kingdom altogether within a year or so. Now no one knew who he was, now he was nobody.

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