Chapter 1: The Fire Fades
"Ashen one, doesth thou hereth my voice still?"
I did hear the words of the Fire Keeper. The same Keeper who served me as the next Heir to Fire and bestowed eyes takes to me. The same Fire Keeper who assisted me with ending this pitiless cycle of rebirth and rekindling of the First Flame. My journey through Lothric was enough to show me just where this tired world was headed if I decided to link the fire like many heirs before me have. This world was akin to that of the Painted World of Ariandel. My world is rotting in the core must like that painting but because of fire not the lack of it. I've faced gods, destroyed dragons, slayed the Lords of Cinder placing me as the last, and left the world without a throne. No lord of Hollows will rise for I stand now in the darkness as a Dark Lord. I have caused the fires to fade with only my ember smoldering my body as one of Unkindled Ash is prone to hold.
I didn't answer the fire keeper for there was no need for words. What's done cannot be undone. The cycle is broken, and the Age of Fire has finally come to an end. A new age of darkness, the rise of the abyss, and the time for man to replace the will of the very gods that brought about the end of the Age of Ancients is about to begin. It was time for the darksign to be cured from the bodies of man. I know that chaos, confusion, and desperation will rise in this coming age of darkness, but I saw that it wasn't too different from the constant repeating cycles of the Age of Fire. That twisted re-enactment of the Linking of the Fire.
I clenched my sword in hand before sheathing it on my back. The icy haze surrounding its blade flickered and swirled around me as I sheath the blade next to the other. I placed my shield on my back as well and walked towards the glowing essences of the Fire Keeper. Even now I can sense her but for how long I can only guess.
"Ashen one," she called out and I placed a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, there art thee."
I nodded my head and placed my hand on top of hers. I couldn't see her hand, but I could make out the embers, the remnants of the First Flame, sinking within her folds of her hands. The same that carried the First Flame and allowed it to flicker out of existence just as it was meant to so long ago. I've heard the story of undead that linked the fire before me along with gods or their offspring. I'm tired of this life and the world is tired of this trend. It's free but now I'm left uncertain of what to do now. I can feel my body becoming heavy. The fire is what sustained my life and consciousness and that fire is gone. I arose from my ashen sarcophagus with the toll of the bell like many others. The bell that tolls only when the fire is endanger of fading. My purpose was circumvented like the lords and gods wished by my choice. What I saw in The Ringed City of Londor and the descendants of the Dark Soul paved the way for my betrayal of Fire. The gods betrayed us out of fear and took control of us.
This is the end of Fire and my body is becoming sluggish. I felt my legs give out as the life within me began to fade.
"Ashen one, milord please rest. Thou haft deserve'th such." The heavenly voice of the Fire Keeper soothed my ears and helped me to allow the abyss to take hold of me. Even the dark sign on my armor is fading away with the end of the fire and the fall of darkness. My ember… it persists as my role as Heir to Fire permits but for how long? These thoughts meant nothing for it was my time to finally rest. To probably die once and for all like most hollow and undead desired. I felt the warmth of the Fire Keeper's hands on my shoulders as I drifted away into the darkness.
A/N: And so begins my Dark Souls 3 crossover story begins alongside that of my BloodbornexRWBY crossover. This one will have strange for me to write much like the Bloodborne one. Trying out different characters and perspectives outside of that of First person will be weird for me but I have confidence that this will come together well.