Dark Souls: The first flame

Part one: Scaleless, but not boneless

It was a rather unusual day in the city of sunlight, Anor Londo. This city always seemed to illuminate with the sun beaming so grossly incandescent. For the first time, It seemed to grow dark.

The citizens of Anor Londo were all confused at the appearance of the sky. very few actually attempted to press the silver knights around the city, only to get a silent response and drawn sword aimed at them, warning them to leave it be.

One person within the city actually kept trying after the knights reply being so blunt to the people they were there to help. This man wore a plain, brown, ragged robe with a satchel slung accross his chest.

After that morning, he packed some essentials and began to attempt an ascent to the cathederal of Anor Londo. The cathederal was heavily guarded, and proved a challenge to gain access to the raised platform which would allow entry. Rumors stated that the only entrance to the path to the cathederal was from the roof of a fort supposedy owned by someone named Sen.

Nevertheless, He tried to find a way up, with no avail. Until, that was, he spotted a group of knights walking together and overheard them talking about a way into the cathederal.

From a distance, he tailed them to the foot of one of the towers of Anor Londo's cathederal. The large, Iron doors to the small tower were open. Cautiously, he followed the knights, which eventually decided to walk up the steps of the tower and then went single file at the top of the tower's steps while passing through the door. The human didn't know why they were doing this.

Suddenly, it became apparent as soon as he stepped through the doorway. He was walking along one of the 'branches' between the towers. If he was spotted now, it would surely be over and he would  end up with a few hundred feet drop to a sudden stop.

He took extra caution, until he saw them meet up in the Darkmoon chamber through an illusory wall. Once he peered through the false wall, the knights were nowhere to be seen. The only thing in the room were three statues to the right of his entrance. A statue of Gwynevere on the furthest to the right, Gwyn's firstborn on the far left, and the Lord of sunlight, Gwyn himself in the centre.

On the left of the room, there was another door. He entered, only to find it was an empty platform, with a lever on his right. On instinct, he pulled it, as if drawn to it. Clunk. the lever appeared to rotate the tall ,cylindrical tower before him, while also lowering it, as if it were a screw being tightened into the earth itself. When it stopped, a small bridge was extended from it, with some steps leading up the tower in a spiral fasion.

At the top of the stairs was a platform on the central column the stairs had revolved around. On the platform was a circular wheel with a large handle protruding from it. He walked up to it and pushed it. Clunk. and yet again the tower revolved, but this time in the opposite direction, elevating the tower, and himself, to high walkway entrance to the grand cathederal.

The entrance to the cathederal was some large set of steps with smaller steps for humans, or at least human sized people, and a larger staircase that ran between for the larger beings such as giants or tower knights. He climbed the many steps to the top only to see the giant, heavy, one foot thick of solid iron, doors close. He couldn't confront the 'Golden Goddess' as to enquire, but he could always seek out the traitor of the dragons, Seath the Scaleless. Afterall, his archives were on this pathway, with the small trail to the dukes archives virtually opposite the cathederal.

He set off in search of the entrance, all the while trying not to get caught by any wandering knights. After half an hour, he found it. And with one final glance to the city he had spent most his life, now shrouded in darkness, he entered the dukes archive.

When he entered though, an orange fog wall appeared behind him, his only exit. He was trapped within. Seath would be his only hope. As he walked through the corridor to the archive he saw a heavily armoured boar.

The boar scraped the floor twice with its hoof and began to charge. With the agility of a cat and the finesse of a giant, he avoided the initail impact, but his robe got torn a little on the boars right tusk. He was not hurt. so he ran to the end of the corridor and made a hard left, still following the long drawn out corridor.

This part of the corridor was empty, until the very bottom where it made a hard right, where another boar was waiting for someone who was unaware of its presence. This time, the human grabbed a knife from his satchel and threw it into one of the boars eyes.

The boar squealed in pain, which gave him ample time to sprint past and up the steps to an elevator.

He breathed heavily as the elevator ascended to the next part of the archive. Now it was apparent that something truely was wrong. fortunately, the path to seath was a quiet one. It wasn't until he stood face to face with this giant beast that he felt at all threatened.

'Seath, I am here to ask why Anor Londo has gone dark. I am looking for answers. I was hoping that you may have some answers within these books.' said the human.

'I have answers, but then again, someone as filthy as you has wandered into my archives and requests something of me. I have to decline.' Seath roared trumphantly.

Seath swept his arm and summond crystals, beautiful as shards of ice, which errupted from the ground and impaled the human. While it did not kill him outright, the crystals did feel as though it was entering something into his bloodstream, an ancient curse. A curse which could paralyse anyone by turning them into a crystal statue. These were the last few second he would ever see, and he made sure he looked staright into Seath's eyes as he died.

But something strange happened. He awoke within a cell in the archives. His body was still crystaline, with large shards of crystal protruding from his body, his head, and even his feet. His flesh was also torn, and very... undead. something changed the world when he died, or as he died. This was the last of his humanity ebbing out of his body. he was going... yes, hollow. He was going hollow, and one of the first to do so.

As he began to hollow, he lost more and more of his memories. He became something he didn't even recognise as himself. It was in his final stage where he had no recollection of any of the events before the end of his life, and the start of his hollowing. He was now acting mostly on instinct, with no regard for strategy.

It was now that the last of his humanity slipped from him, as soul left his corpse. he was finally one with the dark. He was a hollow.

And a hollow he would remain, until by chance, another undead should awake within one of the cells higher up than him, and escape the cell with ease. He heared the alarm sound, alerting the serpentine guards, which charged their way up the steps of the archive to meet the undead, only to meet its blade. This was the last thing he could remember, as the undead thrust his sword into his guts, and finished him off.