Well hello again, you all seem to be doing alright. I have here the prologue to my Dark Souls fanfic. As you can see I've decided to change the title from Chosen Undead to Four Souls, and because it contains the retrospective of my four Dark Souls characters and the chapter as well as the story will be tailored to how I had each of them interact with the environment. I will go off the lore that I have a decent grasp of, thanks to watching a lot of EpicNameBro and Vaatividya on YouTube. I'm hoping you all will like the prologue, and if so tell me what you liked or what can be improved to make the story more enjoyable to read. I've wanted to write this for you all, and now that I have acquired the DLC for it, I have given myself the go ahead, so without further ado let's go ahead.

I do not own the character NPC's of Dark Souls I do however own the four created characters associated with the games story and plot.

Female Voice over:

In the Age of Ancients, The world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of grey 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 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 forgotten.

With 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 more.

Thus began the Age of Fire… But soon, the flames will fade and only Dark shall remain. Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.

And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

Anor Londo Halls

Deep within the halls of the great city of Anor Londo a riot ensued. Knights clad in silver armor chased a lone warrior down its great corridors. The warrior had more than just the silver knights to worry about, there were others. Members of a covenant that hunted down the guilty were pursuing her as well. These warriors bore a symbol of a crescent moon with bladed tips.

The person they were chasing was a woman. She had creamed colored skin and black hair, that fell into a ponytail. She was carrying a small round target shield, and short sword. She was wearing black leather armor and hard leather boots. She was running as fast as her feet could possibly take her. Unfortunately it seemed luck was not on her side.

She already had three large arrows pertruding from her back and she left a blood trail as she fled from the knights. She made a hard right down the hall when several halberd wielding silver knights came into view. She was able avoid their horizontal slash attacks, and run further down several flights of stairs.

She stopped when she caught sight of two lifts. One that seemed human sized and one that seemed fit for a giant. Not wasting time she ran for the nearest lift and caught it as it was going down. She entered into a large room, and looked back up. She gasped as she saw the knights leap over the balcony after her.

She ran out of the large room and down more giant steps, only to be stopped by a giant in brass armor carrying a halberd and shield. The woman was frozen in her tracks as the giant raised his shield and slammed it down. Debris rose up into the air as he raised his shield back up. The giant looked behind him to see the woman was unharmed for the most part.

She smiled as she got away from his attack with ease. However he was not alone as another shadow fell over her. Without warning he brought down his halberd. The woman side stepped it but the shockwave from the impact knocked her back.

She hissed in pain from her wounds, as she rose to her feet. Looking ahead she could see one of the covenant members turning a lever. As the lever turned the giant doors to the cathedral began to close. She moved quickly dodging the attacks of the two giants. However what she didn't she see was the silver knight standing on the stairs to her right, behind her. Taking careful aim, he shot the arrow and it found its mark, hitting her behind her left shoulder blade.

The woman screamed as she hit the ground, from the force of the arrow. Tears leaked from her eyes as she looked up at the closing doors. She couldn't let them capture her, she had to escape this place, her life depended on it. Finding the power within she picked herself up and pushed forward. Taking a giant leap she threw herself through the doors as they closed shut.

Rising slowly she looked back to see the doors to the cathedral were shut tight. She exhaled and smiled as the wind whipped through her hair. She then reached back and began to pull out the arrows, she cried out as she was able to successfully remove the arrows from her body. Casting them aside she made her way out of the city of Anor Londo. She had to retrieve a weapon, a weapon that had recently just become precious to her. She would then make her return.

Inside the cathedral, the knights and covenant members scrambled to reopen the cathedral doors and continue their pursuit of the woman.

"No!" a voice said. "That's quite enough." The voice belonged to a woman.

The knights stepped aside as she walked up to the front. The knightess before them wore a complete brass set of armor, which easily distinguished herself from the other knights of the cathedral. A small silver covering acting as a breastplate adorned her chest and chainmail could be seen under her brass armor as it flowed around her waist. On the back of her helm was a crescent moon shaped piece.

"Let her run. There is no place she can hide from the watchful eyes of the Blade of the Darkmoons." She said, her fellow Darkmoons cheering her on. "Return to your posts. I shall resume my keep over the bonfire. Rest easy knowing her time shall come." The knightess spoke as she gazed at the closed doors the woman departed from.

20 years later, Northern Undead Asylum

In the far north, high in the mountains sits an old building. Referred to as the Undead Asylum, where those branded with the darksign are sent and locked away to await the end of the world. Naturally most of the Undead here have gone completely hollow, after losing their sanity. Except for one.

In the furthest cell to the back sat one Undead huddled in a corner. Her skin appeared slightly decomposed and dehydrated. Her eyes were completely dark as well. Her hair was as white as snow and she appeared to be a thief if her wardrobe of black leather armor, gloves and boots were any indication. She wore a dark mask that covered her mouth and bridge of her nose.

She looked up when she noticed a shadow above her. Peering through a hole at the top of her cell was a man clad in elite knight armor. The knight quickly dropped a corpse belonging to a hollow he had slain. She gazed at the corpse before looking back up to the knight, who had disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Curious she rose to inspect the corpse before her. After searching the body she found a key. Looking at the door to her cell, she puts the key in the lock opening the door. She steps outside to see some other Undead wandering about oblivious to her presence. To her right she notices a giant beast moving throughout the basement of the Asylum. Chosing to be safe rather than sorry she pulls out a sword hilt with a broken blade, belonging to her short sword prior to being locked away at the Asylum.

Making her way passed the Undead she comes to a ladder. Wasting no time she climbs it, hoping to reach her freedom. Upon reaching the top she stepped out to see a pair of large doors. Just beyond those doors was her freedom she was certain of that. Taking a quick glance around she noticed a mound of dirt with a charred sword sticking up from it.

It was a bonfire, however rest was the last thing on her mind, she had rested enough. She sprinted for the door and with all the strength she could muster, she pushed the doors open and stepped into a large room. Again appeared another set of large of doors. Home free was her thought as she sprinted across the broken tiles on the floor to freedom.

However fate would not yield her freedom unto her so easily. As a giant demon landed in front of her shaking the ground as it did so. Shocked she backed up a few steps as she gazed at the demon. The demon was grotesque in appearance, appearing as a heavy set creature with horns on its head, huge wings and a giant hammer. Without warning the Asylum Demon attacked, leaping forward and bringing its hammer down. Rolling to the side the female undead warrior evaded the attack. She quickly ran up to the demon and slashed away at it with her broken hilt.

She was not shocked to see that it was not dealing any damage to the demon and had to avoid the hammer when the demon swung it horizontally. Avoiding the hammer once again she was knocked back by the debris the hammer kicked up.

After clearing her head of the dizzy spells, she spotted an exit. A small door to her right and she was going to take it. She rolled across the ground as the Asylum Demon struck again, trying to smash her into the pavement. She ducked as the hammer swung overhead, smashing several large pots and a pillar in the room.

She was able to rush through the door and close the gate as the Asylum Demon roared in frustration at its inability to kill her. She let out a sigh before continuing down the hall. She spotted another bonfire and chose to light it and take a short rest. She looked at her broken weapon and casted it aside, it was after all useless to her. She sighed again after a while as she wanted to escape this place, but that would require the defeat of the Asylum Demon first.

She rose to her feet and carried on. She came to a slope that went upward. It was littered with broken pieces of the stone walls. However she wasn't alone. Another Undead stood atop the slope with a bow and arrow. It took aim at her and fired the arrow. She ducked into a nearby room where she happened upon a shield.

'It would do.' She thought as she stepped back out.

Firing another arrow, she blocked it with her shield and proceeded towards the Undead Archer. The archer panicked and ran from her. She passed by another corpse this time she found a dagger. She smiled as it was better than her previous choice. She then quickly pursued the archer killing him quickly with a backstab.

She smiled as she absorbed some fragments of its essence, growing a bit stronger. Walking further she came to realize that she reached the second floor to the Asylum, and it appeared that she could only go further up. For her there was no time to go sight-seeing, she wanted out. Climbing yet another flight of stairs in the asylum she dodged to her right landing on a set of stairs, as a large metal ball rolled down and smashed through the old stone wall with ease.

Intrigued she peered into the hole and found the knight from before. He seemed to be injured, as he lay on the rubble beneath him. She cautiously walked up to him, and he immediately took notice of her.

"…Oh, you…You're no hollow eh?" He asked her.

The woman shook her head. "No, I am not. I am called Catarina."

The knight breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness….Well as you can see I'm done for, I'm afraid. I'll die soon, then lose my sanity…If it's alright with you, I'd wish to ask something of you….You and I, we're both Undead…Hear me out will you?" He asked her.

She nodded. "Speak."

"…Regrettably, I have failed in my mission…But perhaps you Catarina, can keep the torch lit.." He said. "There is an old saying in my family…Thou who art Undead, art chosen…In thine Exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of ancient Lords…When thou ringeth the bells of awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know…" He finished saying. "Well, now you know and now I can die with hope in my heart…" He told Catarina.

She pondered his words. Fate of the Undead, land of the ancient Lords? All she wanted was to get out of here she could care less about some old fairytale.

"Oh, one more thing…Here take this.." He said handing her a golden vial of strange fluid.

"What is this?" Catarina asked.

"It's an Estus Flask, an Undead favorite, oh and this…" He said as he handed her a key. "Now I must bid farewell…I would hate to harm you after death… So, go now…Thank you…" He said to her.

She looked him over, she was able to identify his straight sword as one crafted in the country of Astora. What would a knight from Astora be looking for here? In either case she turned to leave.

Catarina wasted no time putting the key to use and slaughtering the hollows. She looked out over a balcony and could see where she needs to go. However it would require that she do battle with the Asylum Demon. She could still hear its roars coming from within. She looked over her weapons, a small shield and dagger. There was no way in hell she could win like this, but with no other recourse what choice did she have?

She walked over to the fog gate and stuck her hand through. She cautiously steeped through immediately noticing her surroundings. She now stood on an upper floor of the large room. He looked down and met the gaze of the Asylum Demon.

Smiling she geared herself for an attack. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought as she jumped down onto the Asylum Demon's head driving the dagger deep within.

The Asylum Demon roared as it shook her off angered it went on the attack. She rolled forward dodging the horizontal swing and stabbed the demon in its belly. She immediately jumped to the right and out of the upward swinging arc of the demon's hammer.

She was faster than the demon that was certain, but she'll be as good as dead if she took a solid hit from that hammer. Catarina did notice that the demon's movements were more sluggish. It was time to end this. The Asylum Demon kicked up dust as it swung its hammer, blinding Catarina with debris. Luckily she was able to clear her eyes and see the hammer emerge from the dust cloud.

She dodged the left and ran forward as she tried to stab the demon in its enormous belly, but it flew up. Catarina panicked as the Asylum Demon plummeted back down and almost crushed her. She was knocked on her rear from the shockwave however.

She looked up to see the demon above her. A twisted smile on its face. Raising its great hammer above its head the demon roared. In a last attempt Catarina threw her dagger at the beast. The dagger found its way between the eyes of the Asylum Demon and time seemed to have stood still.

Soon the Asylum Demon toppled over backwards and fell dead to the ground. Catarina looked on, her heart racing as she narrowly escaped death. The demon glowed as an enormous amount of its essence was absorbed into her. She also picked up two items. One was a giant key belonging to the doors ahead, the other was a small black sprite that easily fit in the palm of her hand. She was familiar with the stories surrounding the sprite. It was called Humanity. It could be found anywhere if one knew where to look.

She pocketed the humanity within her and used the key to open the doors to her freedom. Ascending the slope filled with large stones she came to a stop. Facing a ledge with no clear path down, she was at a crossroad. How could she escape this dreadful place? Her answer came in the form of a monstrous raven.

The bird snatched her up in its talons and quickly flew off with her. Where the bird was taking her no one knew.

Female Voice Over

Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an Undead shall be chosen. To leave the Undead Asylum, in pilgrimage, to the lands of the ancient lords….Lordran.

Elsewhere deep within the catacombs of the lands of the ancient lords was another character, and this is also where her story will begin.

So I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue to my Dark Souls story. It is something that I have been planning on for a while now since around the time I was writing either JPKiGo or AvKiGo Retribution. Leave your comments and thoughts in the reviews and if you guys like it, I'll continue it.

Track list

Opening- Dark Souls Prologue

Anor Londo halls- Dark Souls Hidden Track

Asylum demon- Asylum/Taurus Demon Theme

Also the track listing for this story will be from the game. I'll use the available tracks where they are meant to be used as Dark Souls music track is already awesome.