Dark Souls: A Path Paved in Scales
Ch.1: I Can Speak!
"Why does he never say anything to me?" I say…a question long overdue. I am what some call a Dragonbro. You know that dragon covenant were you collect a bunch of dragon scales and transform yourself into a dragon hybrid. I am outlandishly strong from unreal amounts of soul reinforcement, my strength further being boosted by being a dragon hybrid. And since dragons are known for breathing fire I decided to become a master pyromancer, and I can use that to enhance my dragon breath. I have lost count how many times I woke up in this jail cell around the 500 mark. I wish I could say something when Oscar drops the body in the room. Being mute sucks man. Whenever I made gestures to him he would ether stare at me and leave or just leave and not stare at all. "I wish I could just say something so I ca-..." My eyes widen with realization.
"I can talk! Whaaat, how!?...You know what I don't care! I can finally talk! Fuck yeah!" I say absolutely giddy. I was so giddy in fact that I forgot to unlock the cell door and instead ripped it off its hinges. I didn't care at the moment and zipped on over to the first bonfire. However as the flame engulfed my vision something felt off. I searched my senses but could not tell what it was. I however left that feeling for my subconscious to figure out. Rather than opening the big doors ahead of me though I decided to rip out the door to the right and head up the stairs. Equipping one of my many fully reinforced crystal demon's great-hammers, I used it to smack a large iron ball that was rolling down the stairs, sending it back up to the hallow that pushed it down. I watched as the both ball and hallow went through the door behind them.
"Man that never gets old." I say turning around and smashing through the wall that the ball was supposed to smash. "Hiya Oscar, sorry to wake you from your nap but we got things to do. Now have some of my Estus and watch me beat the ever loving shit out of the fatass that put you through the floor...err...roof?"
"What…how did you kno-" he did not get a chance to finish as I lifted his visor and forced him to drink the Estus. He usually died every other time I tried but this time it worked. His face was rather smooth, with blue eyes, short black hair, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while. After giving him a sip I pulled him onto his feet. Walking up the stairs with Oscar following cautiously behind as I swatted hallows off the platform and walked through the fog wall.
Turning to Oscar I said to him. "Wait up here for me and enjoy the show." I then make my way downstairs and to the double doors by the bonfire. Kicking them open I look up to see Oscar looking down at me. I look further up and see the fatass demon looking down at me as well. "Hay fatass, the party is down here!" I yell. The demon jumps down and charges at me with a horizontal swing of his hammer. I Jump over the swing and onto his belly then clime up to his head with the help of my claws on my hand and feet. Before he could swipe me off I yelled "Four!" and gulf-swinged his head clean off his shoulders. The head went sailing over Oscar's and continued over the cliff edge.
POV switch: Oscar
"That never gets old ether!" he yells riding down the now headless demon as it tumbled over and dissolved into souls. He then grabs a dropped key and looks up to me. "Ya coming down little buddy?" he asks. I am unsure if I want to. I had honestly thought I was going to die here, alone. Then I hear some commotion and then he comes smashing through the wall. At first I was afraid. I could sense that he was a fellow undead that still retained his mind, scratch that, he is crazy just not hallow crazy. But what caused the fear was that he was some sort of human-dragon hybrid. He then forced me to drink some of his Estus, which amazingly, completely rejuvenated me in one sip. I recognize him from when I dropped the dead hallow down in his cell. I can just feel the raw power emanating off of him. He felled that demon as one would a feral hollow. Who is he?
Could he be…the Chosen Undead? I suppose I have an obligation to help him then. I don't think he needs it though. I look down at him and I guess he is smiling, hard to tell with his face/muzzle thing. "Maybe you just need a little help getting down is all?" I hear him say as he pulls out a black firebomb. I tense up wondering what he is planning. He throws it under the platform I am currently standing on causing it to collapse. I yelp as I fall with the platform down to him, landing firmly on my buttocks. I hear him laughing at me as I sit up rubbing my posterior.
"Alright, let's not keep Valka's crow waiting." He says as he kicks the next large double doors open. I reluctantly follow him out to the cliff edge. Before I could ask him questions a large bird swoops in and grabs him. As the crow flies away one of the Chosen Undead's clawed toes grabs my shoulders and he takes me with him. I manage not to scream as we glide through the air. He pulls me up to a more comfortable position as we travel to Lordran were we are unceremoniously dropped off at a bonfire. I land on my feet still shaky from the flight. The chosen undead had already ignited the bonfire. The flame nearly explodes outward standing as tall as me as it caresses the air. I then notice that his hammer seems to have disappeared.
"Sir" I say, "I have not gotten your name yet, and you already knew mine so-"
"Sir?" He asks raising his brow in what I assume is a quizzical manor.
"Yes you. I would like to know your name, sir." I say, trying not to offend the dragon apostle.
Faster than I could blink he closed the distance between us, grabbed me by the collar with one arm, hoisted me up above his head with seemingly no effort, and then glared at me with unmistakable rage, growling out, "What makes you think I'm a Man, Pretty Boy!" Fire leaked of his, no her! muzzle, with every word.
My mind a jumbled mess I cry out, "Nu-nu No sir! I-I mean Madam I di-didn't thin-! I mean Yes! I'm su-sorry!" Now I wait for my inevitable demise as I will surely be killed by this pissed off and crazy dragon lady! Closing my eyes as she lifts my visor I am taken aback when she drops me and starts rolling on the ground in a mad laughter, sounding, for the entire world to hear, like she was being tickled to death.
"By the fallen GODS! Your face! It was priceless!" she managed to gasp out shortly after she caught her breath. I haven't a clue what to make of this situation. I shake my head trying to relieve myself of errant thoughts. I almost jump when she taps me on the shoulder. She then giggles before saying. "You needn't worry, knight of Astora. I don't bite, much." She giggles again before walking over to the man sitting on the stone a few meters away. "Hello Mr. Lazy Brooder." She says.
He gives her a quizzical look before giving her a small grin, replying. "I suppose that is true, but how do you know that?" He seemed to sit up a little more straight as she replied.
"Let's just say we have met, in another life or something. I don't know quite how to explain it." She seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before waving bye at him then gesturing me to follow her. What did she mean by "in another life"? We head down the stairs and to a woman in a cage, who I am guessing is a dishonored firekeeper. "Don't freak-out, I'm just restoring her soul, and by proxy, her voice." She says before sighing. "Worry not dear, I'll make this quick. It is not my first time." Bending the bars away with ease the firekeeper looked up at her with a face of resignation. I can't help but pity her, even if she is dishonored, I am unsure how else to feel about this situation. My eyes widen as the dragon hybrid's hand starts to glow white. Life Drain… I have only heard stories, but to see it for myself. However, instead of taking the firekeeper's abundant humanity, she instead directs it at herself! Pulling humanity out of herself and gathering it into a ball. Not only was it was rather dense it was unmistakably a fire keeper's soul. The firekeeper's face grew pale as she seemed to be frozen in shock, the Dragon apostle then thrusted the soul into her. In a flash of soul light she changed, her body rejuvenated as she started to radiate warmth. Managing to regain enough composure she then spoke to her.
"That…That was my soul! How did you have that, I still had mine when you-" She was then interrupted by the dragon hybrid.
"The less you know the better. Let's just say that there was some stuff I did a long time ago that that I am not too proud of, but I did learn a few nifty tricks from it." The more I know, the more questions I have. I owe her my life but… I guess I'll follow her. I have nothing better to do. If I am to follow her though, then I need to at least have her name.
"Um, you still haven't told me thy name." I ask nervously. She perks up, apparently lost in thought, before replying.
"Oh right, it's Delphine."