I arose, undead, unkindled, unfit to even be cinders. To seek the Lords of Cinder – that was my task. Thus, I headed out for the Firelink Shrine, where I would begin my quest. It was here that I would meet the Firekeeper, who's fate was intertwined with mine. She would proceed to care for me, tend to me, carry me along my task. Her juxtaposed position in this land made her a beacon of light to me. She warmed me in a way that embers could not. I knelt before her as always, taking power from the souls I collected. As the ritual ended, I felt as though I couldn't pull away from her. I wished to simply stay there with her for all eternity, no longer caring for my task. However, it was then that I felt a hand atop my head. I looked up at the Firekeeper, and she looked as though she was looking right back. After a moment, I rose to my feet, equipment ready, and headed out once more. I knew that I would return to her again, for that is my curse.