Gwyn's 4 Knights: Legend of the Fifth
a Dark Souls fanfic by Satoshi & Haruka Koriryu
(Gamertag Ice340)
NOTE: THIS IS A FAN-MADE WORK AND NONE OF THE CHARACTERS (save Dranglor) BELONG TO ME. ALL PEOPLE, PLACES, AND WEAPONS MENTIONED BELONG TO FROM SOFTWARE AND ARE NOT EVEN PARTIALLY OWNED BY ME.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the War
All Undead can recall the story of the First Flame, the Lord Souls, and the Great Dragon War. But some people have a hard time discerning the truth from within the world of fiction...
"Ornstein, what art we to do?" asked a knight clad in blue armor reminiscent of a wolf, "We art surely held here against these insurmountable foes!"
"Quiet, Artorias!" a golden knight quipped back, "We will defeat them! We only need hold this position a short while longer... Gough and his archers will lend help soon enough..."
Suddenly, a knight in silver armor strode up. "How can thou be so certain, Ornstein?" he questioned.
"Draglor, do not question my intuition! I know of what I speak." Ornstein retorted.
Almost as if on cue, a large roar erupted from outside of their cavern, followed by several loud thuds.
"I informed you thusly..." Ornstein muttered.
Dranglor scoffed at Ornstien's foresight as a giant warrior in bronze armor leapt down from above the cave.
"Greetings, my fellow Knights!" the colossus rumbled.
"Good to see you, Gough." Artorias replied.
Gough nodded respectfully before taking a seat in-between Artorias and Dranglor.
"The Dragons art proving to be quite formidable foes, Ornstien. However, I am certain we shall defeat them yet!" Gough continued.
"Well, now the only one we art missing is-" Artorias began, abruptly cut off by a screech and a thud as one of the Hollowed fell into the cavern from a hole in the ceiling.
"Ciaran." Dranglor finished as a nimble figure donning white jumped in through the hole after her target.
"Hello, Ciaran." Artorias greeted with a friendly bow.
It was nigh on impossible to tell, but Dranglor could discern a rise in Ciaran's body temperature.
"Ah...That makes sense..." he muttered, causing Ciaran to look in his direction.
"What is it that thou speaketh of, Ironhide?" she asked.
Dranglor smiled from behind his helm. "Ah, nothing, dear Ciaran." he replied, receiving another rise in Ciaran's body temperature.
"Now!" Ornstien announced, "What say we escape this cavern and reach the light yet again?"
Draglor took a deep breath as they exited the cave; fresh air had never tasted so sweet as it did now. Being locked in a cave for several weeks took a lot out of someone...
His companions had moved on ahead to finish off the few remaining Dragons and he was soon to join them; but something - or something - caught his attention: an adorable - yet somehow still elegant - young lady. From a distance, and to any normal human's eyes, she looked entirely normal; but Dranglor saw something that made him pale...
"Oh, gods...I must prevent anyone from finding her and erasing her from this plane of existance..." he thought to himself.
"Oi! Dranglor! Are you going to join us?" Artorias called to his friend.
Dranglor remained silent, simply nodding.
One way or another, he would have to betray his friends in order to save the lady.
Dranglor had decided the sooner, the better.
Whilst his friends fought against the immortal Dragons, Dranglor picked them off with paralyzing arrows, seeing the lady amidst the Dragons' forces.
"I am deeply sorry, my friends..." he muttered as Gwyn's Royal Guard knocked him to the ground, sending him spiraling into unconciousness...
NEXT- Chapter 2: The Awakening of the Betrayer