This story is the first in my series of Dark Souls Stories, this one revolves around Siegward and Yhorm, and the promise Siegward made to Yhorm.
Siegward's POV:
"No! You should have waited! Well it's too late now. I, Siegward of Catarina, fight by your side!" I yelled, vaulting down the steps to the fiery beast below, as the axe wielder before me charged the abomination. I rose my mighty Storm Ruler to the creature, wishing that it's power was more effective against other monsters, but alas, such a thing was not to be. My ally and I went at the beast for a good 10 minutes, before it finally fell, I was left panting, as my newfound friend approached
"Well, that was quite the Performance. But you mustn't get in over your head. We Unkindled must put our duties first. But for the moment we have a toast to make. To your valor, my sword, and our victory together. Long may the sun shine!" I bellow, toasting to my new found friend. As he walked away, I felt myself grow drowsy, and thus decided to take a nap. The last thing I set my eyes on was my trusty sword, which may very well explain the dream that came to me, or maybe, it was a memory...
Sorry for the short beginning. But I want to see how many people really want to get into this. Keep in mind this is what I think Siegward's promise was. 3 reviews and chapter two will be up