A/N Well, I have to say, this is pretty awkward. Haha, I mean the system. It mashed my entire story together. *Cries*. The category system and everything is very interesting! A title? Pppfffttt, why is that required? Or summaries. Well, actually, summaries are pretty good. And titles... Haha, wow. I forgot what I wanted to say. Fuck. I mean... Fuck. Uh. Yeah. This will be Rated T mostly for my potty mouth. Of course, there's the violence and gore, but pppfffttt.
Rays of light peeped through the clouds painting the sky a glowing orange-yellow. The clouds took on a gold color and mixed in with the new dawn.
The tolling of a bell could be heard as the light slowly crept upon the magnificent Anor Londo. The light refracted, glowing waves of gold.
Steps could be heard echoing, then another, another. Until, the whole city was brought to life. The bustling, talks, and whispers found their way to the Palace of the Giants. Or rather, Gods.
Life started to stir in the castle little by little. You'd think they'd be up first, but silence is an illusion. Through every hall, room, and tower, lay the wake of some soul. Though it may not seem to you through the silence, souls were well awake and walking. If you strained your ears, you may have heard the quiet sounds of life. Silence is an illusion.
Alas, quiet is eventually swept out and thrown away so that their presence, too, be known. The bustling throughout the castle woke the few who still slept.
And thus, we come upon a dining hall. At the head of the table sat Gwyn, Lord of the Giants-Gods-and Anor Londo. Soon, he was joined by other Gods. Petty things, battle tactics, plans were discussed over food.
Off to the side, in another room, sat another extravagant table. It was a small room compared to the dining hall. On the table sat four trays of food, steaming.
Quietly, a blue-clad knight with a porcelain mask and ivory locks of hair slipped in through the door. The door is huge for her in contrast for all the others. She sat down and lifted her mask slightly. She began to eat, the little sunlight pouring in gleaming off her mask.
Next came in another knight, he too clad in blue. He settled into the seat next to her.
"Hello Ciaran." He greets.
She dips her head in acknowledgement with a muffled "Morning."
Their was commotion outside the room. The door opened to reveal a haughty looking Ornstein. Atleast that's what you could get from his shadowed face. He wore a golden hood over his head that hid much of his face except his mouth, and at certain angles, his nose.
He noisely sat down in the chair across from Ciaran with a huff. Following up behind him was the last knight, Gough. You should believe me when I say he sat down at the table too. Poor Ciaran really had to climb to her seat.
"This is ridiculous." she muttered. "I should be sitting separately from you three. Your bigger than me for flames sake!"
"What's ridiculous is the darkness we're sitting in!" Ornstein exclaims getting up. He walked over and tossed open the curtains.
Ciaran let out a low growl, shoving the last piece of food in her mouth and putting her mask back down. She slipped out of the room with the tray.
"I swear, she is a nocturnal creature! ... Why doesn't she just leave her tray for the servants to take?" Ornstein mumbles plopping back down in his seat.
"Morning to you too, Ornstein. Huh... You know, she spends most of the time in the shadows so she has to adjust to the light. I would rather she spends an equal time in the light as much as she does in the dark if she can." Artorias calmly states.
A growl emitted from Ornstein. "I say we tie her up and toss her into the light. Somewhere where there's no shadows to hide!"
Artorias shook his head disapproving. "As long as the sun and moon casts light upon us, there will always be shadows. Even without, you'll just be giving her complete dark to work in."
"Trust me, Artorias. There are some places where even the shadows hide, not being able to show themselves."
A deep laugh rumbled from Gough. Ornstein looked irritated at this.
"And what is it, that you find funny you blind farrow?"
Gough gave a hearty laugh. "You've never been a morning person Ornstein. And maybe you should stop calling me blind, for I am not. You're jinxing my eyesight. What's a bowman to do if he can't see?"
"Bowman. Funny choice of words, archer." Ornstein drawls.
Artorias picks up his tray, and walks to the door. "Well my fellow knights, I shall go feed Sif. Have a nice morn. And before I forget, good morning Gough."
"Morning to you both. And morning to Ciaran if she may hear me." Gough replied.
Something drops on Gough and engulfs him in a smoky aura, along with that, a paper flutters onto the table next to him.
Artorias, still standing by, eyes everything carefully. "I reckon that was one of Ciaran's Llyod's Talismans."
Gough reads from the paper. "Morning to you too Gough. -Ciaran."
He laughs again and continues eating while Artorias leaves the room. Ornstein grunts and shovels down his food.
They both leave at the same time, Gough with tray in hand.
Ornstein shakes his head. "You too now? What is this? A revolution?"
"Hah hah hah! Come now, Ornstein! Ciaran and Artorias have influenced me! You should take your trays for now on too."
Ornstein's lips pulled back. "Fine. But if they ask, you made me."
"Hah hah hah! Would they really believe such a thing? Me, forcing you?"
Ornstein growled. He had a point.
Ciaran silently slipped through the shadows of the hall on her way towards the barracks. She had already deposited her tray and fed Sif. She heard voices up ahead.
Ornstein and Gough.
She silently wove her way to them as they clunked their way to her. They walked right past her. She silently climbed atop Gough's shoulder and informed a suprised Gough.
She smiled behind her mask. She leaned down from his shoulder so she was right by Ornstein's ear. In a second, the silence in the hall was broken by the quietest of whispers that echoed, "Boo."
Ornstein flinched and turned to meet the smiling mask of Ciaran and an amused Gough. His face reddened.
Seething, he turned on her. "Y-you... You-!"
"Hey!" They turned to the voice that interrupted Ornstein to see Artorias jogging up behind them with Sif. He motioned to Ornstein. "What did-"
"I don't want to talk about it." Ornstein growled.
Ciaran smirked. Like all those insults didn't go unheard. "What? Afraid? The lion afraid of me?"
Ornstein scoffed. "You wish."
"Ciaran..." Artorias warned.
She was itching for a fight. She finally couldn't handle it anymore. "Hahaha! I wish? You wish! The little kitty's afraid of a petty, nocturnal soul like me?"
'Igh. I can't even form a simple insult... Atleast it's at his level of understanding.'
"Ornstein... Relax. Ciaran just hasn't had much sleep lately. She can't be thinking coherently." Artorias said.
True to his words, Ciaran hadn't slept much at all. There were heavy bags developing under her eyes.
Ciaran immediately waved it off. "How about a sparring match if you're not afraid?"
Ornstein scoffed again. "You're on. You should have a cleric on standby for you already."
She hopped down from Gough's shoulder. "We'll see about that."
Ciaran and Ornstein headed for the training grounds while Artorias and Gough lagged behind.
"Those two fight too much." Artorias said shaking his head.
"But it's about time Ciaran snapped." Gough commented, "It's about time Ornstein is brought back to his senses too. Maybe she'll give him a good kick in the arse!"
"You're supporting Ciaran, huh?" Artorias blandly asked, patting Sif's head.
"Of course. Why not?"
When they reached the training ground, Ciaran and Ornstein already stood on sides of their own. A huge crowd already gathered around them, but far, far away from them.
Ornstein knuckles cracking was very audible. Ciaran rolled her shoulders. Artorias, Gough, and Sif gathered at the front, everyone giving them space.
They both got into their ready positions.
A/N: Wow, the paragraphs look so small on here, lol. And sorry about Ciaran's craptastic insults. I used her "lack of sleep" as an excuse. My brain wasn't working.^^' Hope it wasn't too boring. Hehe. Oh! The title. "Four and a War". I might change the name, but if anyone likes it, tell meeeeeeeee! And RE-VIEEEEEW. Wait, there should be an exclamation mark there, shouldn't there? Eh. Oops. And please. Since it's my first story on here. Flame me, ridicule me, insult me! Anything is appreciated! ^^ \ (• •)/ Praise The Sun!
