This is my first time making a fanfiction story so expect many problems especially grammar and spelling, also in this story I don't use the original Dark Souls III. I use Dark Souls III Cinders Mod so The Ashen One will have more spells and weapons to use so it become more interesting and also I never actually play Dark Souls III because the specs of my laptop is not good enough and The Legend of Korra plot is so bad I never watched again.
DISCLAIMER : I didn't own Dark Soul and Legend of Korra, they belong to their respective owner.
In this story The Ashen One was a sorcerer that trying to learn all spells available that also includes pyromancies and miracles no matter dark or light.
"Speaks" - Regular Speech
'Hmmm' - Thoughts
"May the sun shine" - Flashback
In far far away - Change of scenery
I am Big Hat Logan - Change of POV
(*It's goes Boom*) - Another person action
*take out sword* - Your action
[Black Flame] - Spells or Weapon Arts
Ashen One POV
The Soul of Cinder, the manifestation of Lords past, falls to the ground. Its soul, an amalgation of all who came before, flees the waning body, seeking refuge in my own.
The journey is finally over. There remains but one last thing to do.
I approach the First Flame, emerging after the fall of the Soul of Cinder.
Yet the bonfire itself was not my target. No, it was the letters etched on the ground beside it. Once I was close, I extent my hand towards them. From the letters, light emerged and slowly, a figure appeared.
The Firekeeper approached the bonfire. She knelt in front of it and moved her hands into the fire. When she moved them back, in her hands wan none other than the First Flame.
One that must be extinguished, for it's time has long past
Darkness slowly consumed the world. There would be time when everything would meet it's end. And that time was now.
"The First Flame quickly fades"
"Darkness will shortly settle"
"But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness."
"Like embers, linked by lords past."
"Ashen One, hearest thou my voice, still?"
The Flame fades and The Darkness quickly devouring
And thus begun The Age of Man
The story of the undead curse and the Age of Gods quickly forgotten, nothing more than a myth and fairy tale and so the world fills with humans who can control The art of bending with it's four main elements.
Fire, Earth, Water, and Air
And after that The world was separated to four different groups.
There is Water Tribes, The Earth Kingdom, The Fire Nation and The Air Nomads.
And it all change when The Fire Nation attack another continent
Avatar Aang with his friends and Prince Zuko are there stop them and the reign of Fire Lord Ozai has finally ended
The world was finally at peace in harmony and after that they created place where all benders and nonbenders can be united
The Republic City
And thus The true Art of Pyromancies, Sorceries, and Miracles have become nothing more than a myth
Lost in time and buried under a great civilzation
Waiting to be discovered once more
Until...
In a unknown village
Child : "Grandpa, can you tell me a story"
Grandpa : "Of course my little one, let me tell you a story about the Undead curse.
In the Age of the Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons. But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, The Lord of Sunlight and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten.
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Ashen One in a World of Benders (Dark Souls III X Avatar : Legend Of Korra)
Short StoryWhat will happen if the Age of Man in Dark Souls are actually the world filled with bending arts? [ABANDONED]
