To have kept the Fire

Chapter 1: Prologue

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I don't know how far this story will go so it'll be abit cracky

In the beginning there was Fog and Everlasting Dragons, but then there was Fire and with the lighting of it this cycle began, unending, or so we had thought. Now this Age of Fire is ending and only Embers, Cinders and Ashes remain, The undead are slowly running out, so many of them not even fit to be kindle to the Flame, only their ashes remain an slowly form an Ashen One.

Ah yes, the Ashen One, what a strange fellow that is, with skin as purple as could be, a giant head with a skeleton-thin body. According to others he wears a frilly dress,a very hairy headpiece of some sort and uses a giant dragon's tooth as a weapon, nobody wanted to know where he got them from.

He has done it, as was expected of him, he brought all the Lords of Cinder back to their thrones and is ready to link the fire or maybe he will go through with the betrayal of Fire. He was kind enough to even give her eyes….Used eyes at that, best not think about it.

Eyes to see what she was not meaneth to see, it is faintly unsettling and comforting at the same time, all this Dark and betrayal, maybe it was meant to be so.

Now that the way to the Kiln is open after performing the surrending of Cinders ceremony, it is up to the Ashen One to decide what to do with the fading Fire. Hopefully he can defeat the last adversary guarding the Flame without too much difficulty.
Now it was time for her to tend tot he flames of her bonfire, for the end of this cycle and possibly every cycle is nearing it's approach.


As I feel myself being summoned I immediatedly know what has transpired, The Ashen One has defeated the last adversary and has made a choice, let us hope he made the right one.

The place myself got summoned to has a certain feel to it, an ancient feel and nearby there is a crackle of an ancient bonfire on it's last embers, The Ashen One is not hard to miss, not with the large size of his Soul, he certainly has enough for enhancement of the body but that is neither here nor now.

It is clear what he requireth of me and what I have to do, I kneel down to ancient bonfire and gently and slowly pull out the Fire, out of the world through the bonfire itself. She cannot see it but as she does so the world Darkens.

Only the Flame in her hands and tiny flickering embers at the edge of her senses remain in this world.
She says to herself and maybe the Ashen One nearby "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."

The Ashen One does not reply to this but he felt a bit frozen to her senses, as if only able to watch the events happening infront of him. Until suddenly he comes into action and does something she did not expect to happen at all.

The Ashen One strikes her down into the ashen ground and pushes her into it,Slowly killing her. He takes the Flame for himself, as a prize of sorts for him. As she is fading out in the familiar feel of death she thinks to herself that this is truly not that unexpected of him. Ash Seeketh Embers after all. This certainly isn't the first time she has died, but she always came back due to the world needing a Fire Keeper. Most of these times she died has been from the Ashen One trying out a new weapon he had obtained, or just releasing pent up anger on her. She did not hold any bad feelings against the Ashen One for this, they both knew she would come back as long as the world needed her.

However, The Fire was pulled out of the world and a world without Fire had no need for a Fire Keeper. If the Ashen One had known she wouldn't come back to life as he was used to he probably wouldn't have done it, or maybe he still would have, for us he is the Usurper of Fire, in any other world he would most likely be a homicidal serial killer but that is neither there nor now.

As she is fading she feels a faint tug on her Fire Keeper Soul and decides to follow it as best as she can. With no Fire and Fire Keeper to sustain it, all of the bonfires activated in Lothric are being burnt out, never to be used again.

Who knows if this will be the last time she will die and hopes she can go to that afterlive place some undead talked about who knows how long ago.


In another time and World altogether a war was going on, not just any kind of war but a semi-secret war between a special minority of the population of Brittain, what was so special about these people was that they were all magic users of some way. Semi-secret because people know that it is happening but most of the population does not want to do anything to do with it.

On the Light side of the war effort was a group called the Group of the Flaming Chicken, also called the Order of the Phoenix by some people, strange people that. The Group of the Flaming Chicken were led by an aged man past his prime called Albus Dumbledore, the man with too many middle names and owner of various political positions, but most people only care and remember about his position as current Headmaster of Hogwarts, a pretty backwards school of magic.

However, on the other side of the war effort, the Dark Side if you will, was led by a man also nearing the end of his prime who is called Lord Voldemort by the masses in private, they are most likely to call him 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' or the shorter version 'That-One-Guy' his real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle but at most only three to four people know of him like this. When Tom Riddle graduated from Hogwarts he decided to pick up the title of Lord Gaunt, the Noble family he is from and butchered to get the position. Fun times.

Voldemort called his followers Death Eaters, why? nobody really knows but when the guy who has a killing curse on speedcast you don't complain about it.

This War is currently on abit of a stalemate, with Voldemort using some guerilla warfare tactics and spamming the killing curse like it's going out of style and Dumbledore just having alot of people to send in hordes to fight the death eaters.

However during a job interview for the divination position at Hogwarts, which he was holding at an Inn and pub called the Hog's Head, conveniently owned by his brother Aberforth,How convenient and close. The previous professor having quit due to having foreseen that soon the pay for it will get cut drasticly, understandable really all things considered. And with most people being frauds looking for some easy money it is difficult to find halfway decent personel for the position.

Just as Dumbledore was about the reject the current applicant looking for the job, something strange happend to the person, one Sybill Trelawny, a descended of a Legendary Seer which is about the only reason he gave her the chance for the job to begin with, froze up and got a dark look in her eyes and when she spoke it was like multiple voices were speaking at the same time.

Naturally when this started Dumbledore was trying to remember what kind of stuff he put in his drink this time and decided to blame his brother for this, he was holding the job interviews in his inn after all.

Sybill Trelawny, No, The Seer spoke a new prophecy for the surroundings and the world to hear

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...
and the Dark Lord will mark the one as his equal, but the one will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
"

After finishing speaking the Prophecy, The Seer left Sybill and as a side effect made her crash face first into the table.

Dumbledore was keeping a straight face but internally was worrying about the prophecy he just heard, he didn't notice a faint bump of someone falling off a chair in the next room over. On another note, he will accept Miss Trelawny as the new Hogwarts Divination position. After telling Miss Trelawny she had gotten the job and making her go away, Dumbledore felt conflicted about the prophecy and started thinking about the implications of the prophecy and the possible damnation of the Chosen One.

However that was neither here nor now so he decided to go back to his office and finish his paperwork while eating some of those new lemon drops he found while browsing a candy store, he had gotten some strange looks and mutters of a, what did they call it, a 'peadophial'? Well whatever that was he did not let some words let him down.


Meanwhile one Severus Snape was the cause of the faint sound of someone falling of his chair, the reason being he had reason to believe one of the witches across the room was coming onto him, this innuendo filled staring and body language contest was however interrupted by her boyfriend noticing him and coming to beat him up for the actions he was doing.

As he was being knocked off his chair, the wizard giving up on further beating him now that he was satisfied with giving him a black eye, he heard the strange voice of multiple people speaking like one, he had heard this before, this was either a skilled acapella performance or a seer proclaiming a prophecy, as this was a decently low tier bar he ruled out the acapella performance and decided it must be a seer, so he listened attentively to it, not wanting to miss a word.

Now, Severus Snape was not a very good man, he was a death eater after all, He had recently gotten his Potion's Mastery so he was a very useful person to have in service. He was fully intending to confer this prophecy to his Lord like a puppy bringing the newspaper. While he was knocked off the chair he accidently knocked over a table and the owner was coming to him, Snape knew that if he didn't get away he would have to pay for the drinks that were on the table he knocked over. Potions Master of the Dark Lord he may be, but no one ever said that was a well paying position.
He decided to go to his Lord to tell him the Prophecy. Little did he know he did not get to hear the whole propechy.


Meanwhile the Potter family was currently enduring a mood change from Lily whom is pregnant, little to know that the baby she is carrying was to be a possible savior of the British Wizarding World.


Dark Lord Voldemort, also known as Big Tom or The Snake to his most trusted followers and friends had heard about the prophecy concerning him and his equal-to-be, He knew that a prophecy can be interpreted in multiple ways, he hoped it was not meant his equal in a marriage kind of way, he was over 60 after all, and this was supposed to be a newborn.

He had found two families who will fit the prophecy, the Longbottoms and the Potters, both of the families have thrice defied him and lived to tell about it. From Frank and Alice Longbottom actively fighting against him to James Potter unknowingly cutting in line infront of him while he was under various heavy glamour spells.

He had already made some plans to visit these families and most likely burn their houses down but for now he had better things to do, like thwarting Dumbledore.


As it was nearing August, There was a gruesome battle involving a foul beast that, with a rough translation was called "The Seventh Month", after months of harrasment to the local populence of some far away african country, but the one who felled the beast was a strange wizard, looking to become a Monster Hunter Extraordinair looking for adventures to write some books about. As the wizard in question got abit carried away with the celebrations that he did some regretfull stuff, so he vowed to never talk about it to anyone, lest it ruin his reputation.

Oh yeah and the Potters and Longbottoms have both gotten a new addition to the family just one day from eachother, strange coincidence that, One Neville Longbottom and One Dorea Potter, Both fit for the prophecy and both fit for sad lives if nothing changes to the future.

After being in a very comfortable and warm place for quite some time, She was bad with this concept of time, in Lothric and previous lands and cycles time was always convoluted and sort of broken, Everything changed very quickly, it suddenly got cold and she cried out in shock. She did not hear nor understand one James Potter fainting from witnessing the 'miracle' of childbirth and one Lily Potter crushing his hand with tears of joy. They gave her a different name and became her parents, something she doesn't remember having, she decided to enjoy this for as long as possible, Fire or not.

Naturally Big Tom attacked a year later and she was parentless once again.


Hope if anyone actually reading this stuff enjoyed it :^