Tensura Alteration: The Accursed One

Dragon's Destiny

Lordran.

The city of gods.

By now, it is already established who it housed, what it means to the world's history, and so on and so forth.

But there is always one missing legend, one whose statues were brought down in hopes he is forgotten.

One exiled for "Treachery".

It was he, the first born of the Great Lord Gwyn, one whose name is forgotten, one who embraced that fact, and took up the title of the "Nameless King", and later on, "King of the Storms".

Who was he exactly? A god of war? A deity? All long past.

Now, let the story flow.

His name is still lost, but he once served and aided his father, the Great Lord Gwyn, in the battle against the Everlasting Dragons.

But all along, he was a man deeply mesmerized and entranced by the dragons.

No matter how much his father tried to emphasize how evil and how dangerous the dragons were, the son never listened.

In fact, he only grew more tired of his father's persistent attitude, and one day, he was found aiding a dragon in escaping from captivity.

His father, having had enough, exiled him, and not just any form of exile, it was a level above excommunication, it was total erasure from history's books itself.

He removed any trace of the king, any statue of him, and to this day, you can see an empty stand where his pillar is supposed to be, in the great castle of Anor Londo.

But, the son cared not, he knew he was free, he was thankful that his father bore no heart to kill him, and so, he sought the dragons, or, whatever remained of them.

After a journey filled with slaughter, the Nameless King found himself enlightened, finally achieving his eternal dream, to enter the land of the dragons.

The Archdragon Peak.

A land filled with worshipers of dragons, the Nameless King found himself very much at home.

He was, afterall, finally getting his reward for such a perilous travel.

And overtime, as the world crumbled, and the flame began to flicker and fade, the Nameless King sat atop the world as a man whose strength and will to protect the land he claimed were unbreakable.

He refused to bend to any order from his father requesting aid, nor requests from his brother and sisters.

But, coming to a day of reckoning, where the entire world, or what remained of its collapsed remains anyways, stood as an observer of the glorious combat between him and a mere human.

But the Nameless King does not look down on anyone, for he himself, was once the lowest of the low, an outcast of Lordran.

The fight lasted what seemed to be ages, as the Nameless King's dear friend, his own steed, his dragon, lost its life, he claimed its power for himself, and unleashed his thunder.

His enemy, dying, again and again, took a toll on the Nameless King, as the enemy would not give up no matter what.

Eventually... The Nameless King lost his life in battle.

All his glory was finally laid to rest, but he did not hate this.

It was much better than losing his life, his dignity, to his father or anyone from Lordran.

He did not know it ceased to exist long ago, that is how isolated the land was.

In his final moments, the Nameless King fell onto one knee, using his spear to keep himself up.