Our entire world and every kingdom within it is slowly falling to ruin. The Undead walk among the same grounds as lost kings and lords. Drangleic. Lothric. Lore. Carim. The kingdom my brother and I hailed from was long forgotten. Off in the distance, forgotten by all. We hailed from Arthanduir.
In the night our parents were slaughtered. How we were soared no one knew. No one survived but us. After we lost everything there was only one thing left to do. I am Enania and my brother's name is Larongar. This is our story.
The story of how an Abyss Watcher came to be.
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The Becoming Of An Abyss Watcher
Fanfiction(I am perfectly aware the picture is of Artorias so no one try and say anything. It just went well.) Everyone around had heard of Farron's Undead Legion. They were known for there skill in battle and for their devoted protection over Farron Keep and...