Hello everyone, this will be my first RWBY and Dark souls story so comment on things that you think need improvement. Thanks for reading.
Blood. That's all I can taste as I'm knocked to the ground, feeling a spike of pain run through me. This feeling was nothing new to me, though. I was in bigger trouble, hearing the footsteps approach me, each step came the crushing of ash. I looked up to see the legend with flaming sword in hand, the King himself, Lord Gwyn. I pushed myself back up with the Grass Crest Shield in my left hand and, the Chaos blade in the right. This battle was not done.
I stood strong, ready to continue this battle with the Lord of Cinder. Feeling the heat of the flame emanating from Gwyn's sword, I brace myself with a slow approach as I tighten my grip on my sword. Gwyn rushed with a open hand tried to grab me, but I wasn't falling for that again. I rolled forward, past Gwyn's grab and swiftly span around, slashing Gwyn's back.
The Lord turned around as if the slash didn't do any damage, countering with a fast slash in an attempt to take my head off. Reacting quickly, I raised my shield with enough strength to knock the sword away. Gywn lost his footing, but I wouldn't let his chance slip. I pulled my arm back and with all my strength, I stabbed right through his heart.
This time, he felt the blade and let out a roar of pain, but I wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. Pushing him down, I pulled my sword out and began stabbing down again and again and again, by Gwyneveres mighty breast this hollow shell of Lord Gwyn was going to die!
In a last ditch effort, Gwyn tried to grab this undead off of him, but the Chosen Undead was not having any of it. With a flick of the wrist, he turned and cut his hand off. The hand went flying, going far and hitting the ground, turning to ash. The Chosen Undead turned back, cutting the other arm off as Gwyn just howled in pain. Raising the Chaos blade overhead and looking down at the hollowed King thrashing around, trying to fight, the Chosen Undead stabbed down through the head. The body stopped moving. The mad King was dead and fading away. This battle was done.
The Chosen Undead stood there and felt the soul of Gwyn being absorbed. The final soul. It was all over he, had beat them all. He was the last one standing, turning his head and looking back to the flame. It was the first flame that started all of this. Slowly walking to the flame as if it was calling to him, he thought back to all that brought him here. He remembered what Darkstalker Kaathe said to him after he killed the Four Kings.
\(•_•)/Praise the Sun it's a Flashback
\(•_•)/"Greetings, Undead warrior. I am the primordial serpent Darkstalker Kaathe. I can guide thee and illuminate the truth. Undead Warrior, conqueror of the Four Kings; is this not your wish? To know the truth of men, and the Undead?" Looking up at this strange serpent before me, I thought, 'What could be this truth he spoke of?'
Opening my mouth to answer without too much of a thought I said, "Yes."
And it smiled
"You are astonishing. The truth I shall share, without sentiment. After the advent of Fire, the ancient Lords found the three souls. But your progenitor found a fourth, unique soul. The Dark Soul. Your ancestor claimed the Dark Soul, and waited for Fire to subside. And soon, the flames did fade, and only Dark remained. Thus began the age of men, the Age of Dark. However... Lord Gwyn trembled at the Dark." Kaathe told the me.
"Clinging to his Age of Fire in dire fear of humans and the Dark Lord who would one day be born amongst them, Lord Gwyn resisted the course of nature. By sacrificing himself to link the Fire and commanding his children to shepherd the humans, Gwyn has blurred your past to prevent the birth of the Dark Lord. I am the primordial serpent. I seek to right the wrongs of the past, to discover our true Lord, but the other serpent, Frampt, lost his sense and befriended Lord Gwyn." Kaathe said with disappointment.
"Undead Warrior, we stand at a crossroads. Only I know the truth about your fate. You must destroy the fading Lord Gwyn, who has coddled Fire and resisted nature. You must become the Fourth Lord, so that you may usher in an Age of Dark."
For better or worst...I agreed with the serpent.\(•_•)/Praise the sun the Flashback over\(•_•)/
Kneeling in front of the flame, I gazed into it and from the looks of it didn't have much time left. All I need to do is let it die and bring in the Age of Dark. I stood up and began to walk away, but I stopped.
Could I do this? Let flame die? Let monsters from the dark rise and come forward? Thinking to all the people, all the challenges, everything lead to this. All because of some destiny. I walked back to the flame, kneeling before it again. Could I change everything? Make a different path, not just the one put before me. I shall not be a Puppet!!
I took the flame, it grew fast and burned the souls within me fast as it grew and grew until the cave was covered with the first flame. I felt it finally reach my soul, it tried to overcome me but NO! I will make it different, I will force MY will upon it! Everything went red, I could feel the fight within my very being ,but I could feel a different life growing and changing. This was it, the world felt different, but I couldn't fight the flame forever. I felt the flame finally overtake me. The world around me went-
"BLLAAAKKKKEEE"
Putting her book down, Blake looked up to her team with Ruby in the front.
"We've been looking everywhere for you!" Ruby said, looking down at Blake, who was sitting against a tree.
"I was looking for a quiet place to read my book." She said, looking down at the barely finish book.
Leaning forward, Weiss spoke up, "Well we have a new mission from Professor Goodwitch, so we have to go."
Standing up and dusting herself, Blake replied with a simple, "Ok, let's go."
She followed her team to the mission briefing, Yang peaking at the book in Blake's hand. It was a pretty big book.
"So Blake what were you reading?" Yang asked.
"It's...just some old book."
And that's the end for now, leave comments, nothing to negative please. I know I can improve. Thanks for reading for reading.
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