Before the shattering and before the lands between have been ruined by disaster a unexpected friendship was kindled.
Between Miquella the unalloyed, the empyrean daughter of queen marika the eternal and Y/n l/n a tarnished.
The two of them had becom...
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The shattering was the event that forever changed the lands between for the worse but created a canvas that could paint a better world for those who dwell within it.
A war had broke loose for the large shards of the elden ring dubbed great runes. The demigods slaughtered those in their way to receive such gifts of divinity.
However there was one who laid not one hand on a soul and was dubbed the strongest of the demigods. The unalloyed miquella the daughter of queen marika the eternal.
Despite her status as a demigod royalty she befriended a lowly tarnished who acted as her will in the lands between.
His name was Y/n l/n a knight of the haligtree and a tarnished soul forsaken by the greater will.
Present day:
Snow fell forth from the heavens as thunder boomed above. Red lightning illuminated the sky for a split second as a roar pierced the air.
Blood dripped the ground and a large humanoid gargoyle with wax innards crashed to the ground knocking up dust and melted snow droplets.
A spear was lodged in the gargoyle's stomach and was twisted before being ripped out causing of a geyser of blood to paint the air
Standing on the beasts stomach ripping the spear tightly in their hands was a tall male figure around six foot.
The figure wore an old set of armor that seemed reminiscent of a slightly rusted knights armor with a tattered white garb overtop it adorned with a golden trim and matching intricate designs.
Tied around his waist was a ripped open red coat that covered his legs and metal greaves over it.
Covering his head was a broken helmet that exposed the right side of his face revealing his ashen colored hair and coal colored eyes.
This knight is Y/n l/n the tarnished survivor of the shattering and the closet a mortal has gotten to being divine outside the elden lords.
Y/n dropped down the gargoyle's chest and walked away from it leaving it for someone else to find.
Y/n: Thy kin art but one of a piece.
Through the hole in his helmet Y/n gazed upwards at the Large tree of light standing proud and tall enough for all in the lands between. Branches long enough that threaten to engulf the sky.
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Y/n: Soon, miquella. . .our dream will be realized. . .
His gaze turned from the tree and he kept walking leaving behind a small trail of snowy footprints behind.
A few minutes would pass he trenched through the endless blizzard that wreaked havoc on this land high above until he made it to a lift that was barely even visible thanks to all the snow.
