In the Age of 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 the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living re seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

Oscar was walking on the room of the asylum. His legs ached and he was just about ready to vomit. He was here because it was the start of all undeads like himself and he had to find a way out so he could prove he's the chosen undead. He was from the land of Astora and the knights there were fierce, brave and strong but this place gave Oscar the creeps.

It stenched of rotten meat and feces. Dead bodies laid in every crack and corner. Speaking of cracks, Oscar wasn't managing too well on avoiding them. He kept trying to step over and around them but everytime he did, another one was just waiting for him. Just a few minutes ago, he had almost fell through the roof. Oscar sighed, this place is going to be his grave if he doesn't find a way out.

Oscar was getting nowhere just walking the roof so he decided it would be better to continue inside the asylum. He looked around until he found a square hole carved into the roof. He walked over and got into his knees. He gripped on the edges of the square and looked down to see what was inside. It was a cell but not only that, it was occupied.

There was a figure sitting on the left side of the cell, in a corner. His head was buried in his legs while his arms were wrapped around them and he seemed to be wearing the Wanderer set. Oscar could feel that this undead was very different than the others. He had a sudden urge to help this fellow so he decided he would drop a key. Oscar sat up and looked around for a body. He found one nearby and brought it back to the hole. He attached the key to the body and dropped it in.

The undead raised it's head and stared at the body. Oscar didn't have time to leave as the undead turned it's gaze towards him. Oscar could now tell it was a man he was looking at since he now has a clear view of the person's chest. They stared at each other for what seemed like HOURS until Oscar broke the gaze and left.

" I hope that undead finds his way out. " Oscar said genuinely to himself.

He put his head down, trying to avoid more cracks that could be of potential danger when the scent of something rotten and sour caught his nose. His head still down, Oscar noticed a huge shadow he was in and looked up. A huge beast stood in front of him wielding a gigantic hammer.

" Oh Gods. " Oscar said aloud.

Oscar quickly dashed back and unsheathed his sword and took his shield from his back. He went into his fighting stance and held up shield. The demon was very large and had-

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! " The demon roared as it charged at Oscar at full sprint.

" The demon has a hammer almost as big as itself which means one thing. It's slow. " Oscar smiled to himself at the thought of how easy this was going to be.

He'd never fought anything this big before but this would be his greatest challenge yet. The demon was finally close and swung it's hammer like a baseball bat. It swung it at such speed that Oscar barely dodged the attack. He had almost tripped himself up from that.

Oscar may have underestimated the demon but now, he was ready.

"Come at me!" Oscar yelled.

With that, the demon charged once again. Oscar knew that his shield would not be able to withstand such a powerful weapon as that so he quickly put his Crest shield on his back and two-handed his Astora's Straight Sword. The demon smashed his hammer to the ground but Oscar evaded it and charged at the demon. He slashed it with his sword 2 times and ran around it so the demon wouldn't be able to pinpoint where he was.

Oscar needed a plan to take this thing down and he needed it quick. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to evade this demon's attack. He looked around for a structure to climb onto. He spotted a chimney nearby and started climbing the gaps on it. He made it to the top and he waited for the demon to follow. Just as he hoped the demon did follow and he had his hammer ready. Oscar hoped this would work. The demon stood directly under Oscar now. The demon swung at the chimney, making it collapse instantly but Oscar had jumped down and landed on its shoulder. The demon started shaking ferociously trying to get Oscar off but Oscar didn't budge. The demon started to tire and Oscar took this as an opportunity to strike. He held himself high with his sword in his hands. " For Astora! " Oscar yelled with all his might.

Oscar was midway when he was yanked from the demon's head and falling. He quickly grabbed the demon's foot so he wouldn't fall to his death. Wait? Fall to his death? He quickly looked down and noticed he was airborne.

" This thing has wings?! " Oscar said in confusion.

He wasn't really paying attention when he was on the demon's head. With his sword in his right hand, he gripped it and swung at the demon's leg and that was a BIG mistake. The demon started to shake again and this time, Oscar was losing his grip. His hand slowly slid off the demon's foot and finally he could hold on no longer. Oscar started free falling in the air. The demon wasn't done though. It stopped flying upwards and started to fly downwards to Oscar. The demon held up it's hammer and smashed Oscar sending him flying through the air.

Oscar smashed into the roof and landed on a pile of bricks. The demon landed back on the roof and walked away not considering Oscar a threat anymore. Oscar moaned in pain.

" Is this how it's going to end? " he thought to himself. " No! I won't let it end like this! "

Oscar struggled to get up. He tried to stand but it was just too painful. He was pretty sure his ribs were broken and he assumed the same for his legs for he could barely feel or move them at all. His back was beginning to hurt and he realized why. He hadn't taken his shield off yet.

Oscar started to move his left hand and to his surprise, it didn't hurt a much as he thought it would. It was only expected since his left arm is more armored than his right. He then leaned forward and used his left hand to quickly take his shield and set it down so he could lean back. His chest hurt because of that but at least his back didn't hurt anymore. Now he just sat there. Oscar's vision started to get blurry. His eyelids started to close.

" No...I can't...I won't...die... " Oscar murmured before he completely blacked out.

" Aaarrrggghhh! "

Oscar immediately woke up to the sound of high-pitched screaming. He looked around for his weapons and they were in the same place as they were before.

" How long was I out? " Oscar said to himself. He looked around the room to check his surroundings. He was in a room with no windows nor doors. It was like a cell except there was no way out. To his left was what would be a wall, are instead bars just like of what a cell would have. Oscar wanted to get up but he couldn't. He tried to reach for his Estus Flask but his left arm couldn't reach it without having his other broken limbs move too. That wouldn't be a very joyful experience.

He then heard the sound of flesh being torn in the distance. Footsteps were getting closer to him with every heartbeat. Then he saw a figure stand in front of the bars to his left. It was the undead he had freed earlier. " Was he the one that fought the demon? If so, how did he survive? Where did he get those weapons? " So many questions ringed through Oscar's head but soon they all faded when the undead walked past him without a second's glance.

Not moments after, a metal ball crashed through the wall and nearly hit Oscar. The undead walked in and then silence filled the room. That was until Oscar began to speak.

" Did...did you slay the foul hammer-wielding demon? " Oscar asked

The undead nodded his head in response.

" How? What weapon did you accompany with you? " Oscar asked impatiently. He really wanted to know how this unprepared undead was able to fight the demon but not Oscar himself. The undead pulled out a broken straight sword and started to do slashing attack movements with it to show Oscar what he did.

" Incredible! " Oscar said in awe. Despite his admiration for the undead, he was also feeling shameful toward himself. "I don't deserve to be called a knight. He deserves it more than me. " Oscar thought to himself. Oscar then explained to the undead of what his mission was and the family saying of the Chosen Undead Prophet.

He gave the undead his remaining Estus Flask and a key to whatever door it unlocked. With that, the undead walked out of the room to continue on with his journey. " So this is it huh? " Oscar said to himself. " If this is my fate...then so be it... " Oscar's eyes slowly closed. Darkness drifted in when all of a sudden he shot his eyes open within a second. " That's it! " He exclaimed. He had a divine blessing! " Thank the gods! " he yelled it so loud, you could hear it a mile away.

He lifted his left hand and dug through his left pouch.

" Come on! Where is it? " Oscar then took out a divine blessing and waved it proudly in the air. Doing that caused him to lean forward. He dropped it as he leaned back to stop his chest from hurting. Now the blessing was where the hole in the wall was. " Darn my profound chest! " Oscar yelled out. He HAD to get that blessing, one way or another. His picked up his shield with his left arm and tried to scrape it up to him but the shield couldn't reach to where he had dropped the Divine Blessing.

There were 2 options for Oscar. A: Oscar could leap for it hoping he would use it to heal in time so he wouldn't black out from the pain or B: Oscar could sit there and wait until that undead he freed decided to come visit him for the summer. As a Knight of Astora, you can guess what he chose. Oscar slowly set himself up for a leaping position. He was going to get that blessing. He then leapt with all his might to get to the blessing and sure enough, it worked! He then chugged out the blessing to his heart's content.

Oscar stood up and moved his neck around. He started doing some stretches and went back into the room to get his weapons. The undead from earlier had already cleared out the enemys so it wouldn't be hard to get out of here. There were 3 ways to go. He could go left, up the stairs or down. He decided to go down and to his luck, he found a bonfire. He sat down and rested. The warmth was so soothing, it was better than sipping tea with your wife at a fireplace during winter.

Oscar got back up and headed for to big doors that were open. He entered a room full of broken pots.

" So this is where he killed the demon? " Oscar said to himself. " I can just smell its scent here. "

Oscar continued outside until he was looking down over the cliff.

" Hmmm, did he fly? " All Oscar could see was the horizon stretching as far as the eye could see. Other than the scenery, there was really nothing else to see. Oscar sat on the cliff and started thinking.

" There must be some sort of logic to this? He couldn't have just vanished in thin air. "

He also could've-

SNAP!

Oscar jumped up and unsheathed his weapons. He turned around and stopped dead in his tracks. Right in front of him stood a basilisk. The basilisk had seemed to step on a stick trying to sneak up on Oscar. Basilisk were slender, scrawny lizards that had incredibly bulbous eyes. But this peculiar one didn't have enormous eyes as the ones he previously encountered. It was the rare species of the Sand Basilisk! Sand Basilisks had the ability to turn someone to stone with a dog they disperse from their mouth whereas a regular basilisk disperse a fog that caused curse. What was it doing all the way out here? Oscar didn't have a clue. All he knew what that he couldn't get caught caught in the fog of that basilisk.

The basilisk arched it's back to prepare a fog of precipitation like no other. Oscar had no where to run. He was still standing on the edge of the cliff so no matter where he tried to run, he would just end up falling off the cliff. The basilisk leaned back forward and dispersed it's fog. Oscar could feel his very self begin to stop functioning. He tried to run but his legs weren't moving.

" My legs! " The knight of Astora yelled aloud. They were already made of stone and his chest started to feel stiff too.

He looked to his right then to his left. His arms and weapons were petrified as well.

" Not like this! " Oscar shouted. " Some please help me! " No-one could hear the poor cries of the knight. " I can't breathe..I ca-

Oscar didn't get to finish his sentence as he was now fully petrified and a statue of a once brave knight.

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Thousands of years later...

" King Vendrick! " called a servant.

King Vendrick was sitting on his throne with Queen Nashandra by his side.

" The fleet of soldiers you sent out earlier have recovered something that you may admire, sir " the servant said while bowing to his majesty.

King Vendrick sighed. The last time his patrol soldiers brought back something, they brought back 5 peasant kids who supposedly stole a box of oranges.

" Ok, Leroy. Bring in this discovery. "

" Yes, your majesty. " With that, Leroy left the throne room and later came back with two royal soldiers carrying a big object that had a blanket over it. The two royal soldiers gently set it on the stone flooring of the room. They bowed to King Vendrick and walked single file out the room.

Then Leroy took off the cloth that was covering a gray figure and began presenting what it was.

" Your majesty, the soldiers found this statue near the border of the land and decided it would go well with...um...the other statues you...um...have."

King Vendrick look unamused. If anything, he was thinking just looking at the statue was wasting his time. The statue seemed to depict a Knight of some sort. Who would leave such a statue like this on it's own? One thing was for sure, this statue was made with good craftsmanship.

Maybe it was a bit too good.

" Bring me a Fragrant Branch of Yore! " demanded King Vendrick.

Immediately, a man rushed in with a white branch on a red velvet pillow. The man bowed and gestured the pillow towards King Vendrick. King Vendrick took the branch and walked toward the statue. He then put the branch on the stone and in an instant it dissolved into the statue.

Life was brought back into the statue. The Knight then collapsed onto the ground coughing.

King Vendrick stood still and waited for the knight. When the knight stopped coughing, King Vendrick then spoke,

" Who are you and where do you come from? "

The Knight paused and then stood, face to face with King Vendrick.

"I am Knight Oscar of Astora. "

"Well Oscar, welcome to Drangleic. "