Tristia rested at the bonfire right next to the cabin of the old hags. Her long and well kept hair shined in the firelight. She stared into the flames, wondering what the hags had meant. They told her to go on a journey without rest, whatever that meant. She got up and moved. It was time to start.
The large man sat under the trees in the Forest of Fallen Giants, waiting, his greatbow at the ready. As an undead, the Estus given to him by the Herald was able to sustain him for a short time. That stag was sure to pass him by at any time now. So he sat. And waited. He heard a rustling nearby. He readied his bow. His sweat from the unnaturally hot day slid down his forehead. His stomach growled with hunger.
SMASH. Sword missed him by inches. Ezekiel dodged out of the way of massive greatsword that collided with the ground right where he was standing a moment ago. He turned on his heel and ran down the corridor, but his medium sized frame could not fit through the cracks in the walls, and all the doors were crushed by debris. He was trapped. Oh well. He thought. I'll just come back at the bonfire. He could hear voices shouting. Human, and full of life.
"Help! Help me!"
"-and none have returned. So sit down, my friend. We will just wait here, for the end of the world."
Axel thought for a moment, It wouldn't hurt to rest for awhile.
And so he sat, waiting for purpose to find him. But the Gods wouldn't have to make him wait long.
"My name. What is my name? Why am I here? Where is here? What are these bronze men? Where am I? How did I get here?" The man screamed these words in the Basilica. There was no one there to answer him. And so he sat. And waited. He wait there forever, if he needed to. Someone would have to answer him. Eventually.
END OF CHAPTER 1.