Of Light and Dark

Rememberance

Artorias had awoken in his chambers, slowly looking around still dazed from slumber. He saw his armor carefully strapped for the time the kingdom would need the holy knight again. With it's azure color and beautifully crafted cape he knew this armor had seen many long battles and represented his pride and honor. Next to his armor lay his divine sword having been bathed in the blood of his enemies time and time again. He lay bathing in the light that shone through his grand windows smiling to himself. " Ah the days of glory in dragon slaying " he said to himself, but quickly sighed as the enemies of lordran were now slain and it was a time of peace. Abruptly brought out of his memories by a harsh knock. "Hmph what is it now" he thought. "Well come on in no need to stand there" he said. The door slowly creaked open and his squire stood with a plate of food and wine. " Tis midday sire, so I thought I would fetch you some food." The squire carefully stepped into the room as if not to disturb the shadows that the light has not yet reached. The squire set down the golden plate with ease, as having done this often, and carefully poured some wine into a goblet. Artorias saw the squire had a troubled look on his
face. "What troubles you so?" he asked curiously. Surprised by his question the squire struggled to answer almost spilling the wine. "There have been rumors of people in the kingdom of Oolacile acting strangely, some have gone mad and have tried to kill the others." Artorias smiled with his hand now on the boys shoulder " Ah lad I wouldn't worry for as long as my brothers and I stand Lordran has nothing to fear." His answer seemed to calm the boy, yet his heart longed for days of glorious battle and to once again test his holy blade against anything that would plague the land. The boy once again dragged him out of his vision by filling the goblet that Artorias was slowly drinking, and quietly left.
      Artorias rose from bed and stretched and draped a morning robe around himself. He advanced towards his curtains pulling them back to rid the room of darkness and stepped out onto the balcony to overlook the city. "Ah what a beautiful day" he said still impressed by the beauty of lordran. He looked out across the vast city to see the knights training in a courtyard, most training with long swords or spears. Artorias always favored great swords; yes they were slow and heavy, but with proper training a great sword can be a fearsome weapon. He remembered those days filled with the blood and terror of his enemies as he led the charge against them. The enemies of Lordran will always suffer his wrath and will be shown no mercy. Suddenly he spotted Gough one of legendary knights from the battle of the everlasting dragons. " Ah one of my fellow brothers I might as well see how training goes." he thought a loud to himself, when suddenly he met a knife at his throat until he recognized the familiar battle-worn, but also caring tender hands. He smiled as she spoke
         " You would be dead by now if I were an assassin." Chandra said. Artorias had known Chandra for many years since the war started. They have saved each other many times during the war with the everlasting dragons. "The King is summoning his high council. I thought you should be there by now." Said Chandra.
          "Ah it is Sunday alright, but why so early?" Asked Artorias
          "I don't know. Something urgent perhaps?" Said Chandra. "Will you come with me?" She asked.
          "Hm I shall be there soon first I must see Gough." Said Artorias. He gently put her hand away and walked towards his shining armor. As he put his boots on, he marveled at her beauty. Chandra also had an azure armor just like him, her long blond hair  reflected all the sunlight that descended from above. When Artorias was done he took his majestic great sword and ventured out towards the training yard.