Bastard. Definition: An illegitimate child conceived before marriage or due too adultery by the husband or wife with another lover during the marriage.
Bastards inherit nothing but the dirt from which they must crawl through because their parent co...
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He awoke with gasp, sitting up in a panic. Sweat poured down his face as he looked around in a panic before pulling his hood down. Pale skin, brown eyes, and unkept black hair that was wet with his sweat. He tried to quickly get to his feet but ended up falling onto his back with a gasp. He brought his hand to his face and rubbed the scar across his face in pain.
"Ah, your finally awake...."
He lowered his hand and looked for the sound of the voice before spotting a woman sitting across from him on the other side of a campfire. Her cloak concealed everything below her neck as she stared at him. The man nearly gasped as he heard a deep huff behind him, turning around and spotting a horned steed behind him laying on the ground as it munched on grass. As he stared at the horse his hand automatically stopped something that was thrown at him. When he looked back he spotted an apple in his hand, nearly crushed from his grip. Yet he seemed surprised from how his body reacted on instinct.
"Ah, good. I'm glad to see you live up to the stories." The woman hummed as the man looked back at her in confusion. The woman stood up and slowly walked around the fire and towards him. He slowly pushed himself away as she settled down beside him on her knees. "You seem confused stranger......mind telling me if you know who you are?"
"I-I.....where am I?" The man looked at her in confusion and fear. He looked like a lost child, not yet ready to leave the cover of his mother's skirt. His eyes widened when he looked past the woman and towards a huge golden structure that extend up towards the sky. "T—That's the erdtree........I—who are you?"
"Mmmm......" the woman hummed as she leaned forward and placed her hand on his face. His realization of the erdtree spoke volumes of his memory, so he knew who he was, yet looked as if he was still unsure. "I am Melina and you Sir, are Artorias the wolf knight."
"Y-yes but—AH?!" The knight held in a groan as his hand shot to his side, a shot of pain ringing through him. The man looked back at the woman, doing his best to ignore how comforting her hand felt. "What happened?! How did I get here, where's Ranni, did you kidnap me?!"
"........." Melina hummed softly as she stroked his cheek. Her eye had slightly widened, though she can't say she couldn't see this coming. She turned to a golden light floating beside them near the ground. "Do you see that, the site of Grace?"
"What......?" Artorias tilted his head before following Melina's gaze, spotting nothing but a dark space. He turned towards the woman, nearly letting out a gasp from her fingers rubbing his skin. "There's nothing there.....I ask of you lady, please tell me what's going on."
"As I figured, you aren't touched by graced." Melina sighed as she lifted her other hand up and held the man's opposite cheek. Her touch had an effect on him, more than what she believed it would. "Your memories haven't fully returned yet. This may come as a shock but you've been dead for nearly two centuries......"
