And I begin my Dark Souls career with a one-shot. If you failed to read the summary, this shot is a spoiler. If you plan on beating the game, leave now. Also, I should apologize for it being woefully short. As the title implies, this is a prelude.
Now here's Lawyer with the Disclaimer.
L: ArchShadow does not own Dark Souls. He's not creative enough to create a lore filled masterpiece like it.
Chapter song: Ready to Fall by Rise Against
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A Prelude to the End
The grey clouds seemed to expand for eternity. At least, that's what it seemed like to the female knight. Everything looked too far away; all the colors dead and gone. It depressed her greatly, but she couldn't let it get to her, not when she had so much to do. Of course, there was more to it than that, but she felt like generalizing it made things easier.
She pushed herself farther up against the wall, wincing slightly at the pain in her side. She had decided that resting against the wall outside of the ashen fortress was the best thing to do, as the only safe place was back the way she came, which was way too far to get back to now. That and she couldn't risk it. It took most of her strength to kill the black knights that she did; knowing that they would just come back if she rested at that bonfire was enough incentive for her to suffer against a wall.
She sighed as she brushed her ruby bangs out of her face. She stopped her hand before she set it back down, looking at it in some sort of morbid wonder. How many people had she killed with it to get to where she was now? And for what? To kill a false god that thought he was still keeping a fire going? Or was she just being steered here by that toothy serpent's will? She knew that she wasn't the first person to be "chosen," so why did she persist? She shook her head, dropping the silver gauntleted hand back down to her side.
She didn't know, and quite frankly, she just wanted to get this over with. She'd get her answers one way or another.
She gripped her estoc in her right hand, the black shield she had pillaged from one of those damnable knights held firmly in her left. Ash stained silver armor rattling slightly, she stepped through the fog wall, grim determination set on her face as her dark eyes met the long dead god's hollow ones. He leaped at her, his flaming great sword flying toward her like a shooting star. As Scarlet brought up her shield, her estoc already starting to burn with chaos flames, her lucid mind provided one more thought.
Let's prepare to die again.