Silver, Black, and Gold

by B1ue Ange1s

When one needs a glimpse of power look no further than Dragon Slayer Ornstein. He has seen wars with dragons, demons, and darkness. But what happens when all that time fighting leads to nothing. The fire still fades no matter how bravely he and his men may fight. But when he chooses to leave, opportunity will rise what would he find, fellow knights? A strange new world? Love?

1. Hell-to-Hell

I do not own Claymore or Dark Souls even though a enjoy both.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Yoma or yoki charged claymore speech"

'Yoma or yoki charged claymore thoughts'

Chapter 1: Hell-to-Hell

The Journal of a Dragon Slayer

Everything in life happens too fast when one truly thinks about it.

The old and wise know this best, life is almost like that of a fire, eventually it will only be embers and ash that remain. It does not matter if the fire is nothing more than a minuscule flame that was born of a spark, or a great inferno brought on by dragon fire. All flames will fade, how I wish my own life could've been so sweet.

From the moment I emerged from the fire that gave birth to Lords such as Gwyn, Nito, and the Witch of Izalith something set me apart, but what it was I never knew exactly.

There were the first years in which the three Lords would talk about ridding the earth of the dragons that ruled it, and as I listened to them talk and argue about how to do this, or when to do this, it never really occurred to me the scale of what they were about to do, what I was going to do.

Next came the rigorous training that would be required if we were to have any chance in the in the coming war. It was here that I discovered that I had a natural talent for both lightning and anything with a blade, especially spears.

Here I quickly rose among my fellow silver knights and became one of, if not the most powerful in the entire the army aside from Gwyn and his son. Although when I think on it Artorias was always praised as my rival, and I'm perfectly comfortable with the comparison between the two of us. He was always the stronger one among us, seeing as how he was able to leap just as high as I could all while wielding a greatsword and shield, but I was perfectly fine with being the faster of the two. What good was a sword if you could not strike your opponent?

It is moments like that one, in which I find the most joy remembering. Two knights excited to go into battle with their king, their prince, and their brothers in arms.

Unfortunately those would be fleeting memories once the real fighting was soon to come.

And indeed it did come. On the fateful day, that day when Gwyn, and his army marched forward to meet the dragons in battle surrounded by the mountain sized Arch-trees that touched the clouds above the fog. It was here that I had my first taste of battle; oh how I remember how sweet it tasted in my mouth.

When the first volley of sunlight spears were sent out and the first few dragons fell, I can't even begin to tell of how satisfying it was to see one fall at our feet, and hear the cheers of triumph that the other knights shouted with all their hearts believing we would win the war quickly. However it then became apparent to us when more of the damned things appeared out of the fog that we knew we were in for a very, very long, arduous, and brutal war.

And indeed we were, for every dragon that fell to my fellow knights, the dragons killed at least a hundred of them, if luck was on our side that day. However as the fighting continued and I fought tooth and nail for my Lord, the son of Gwyn took a special notice of me, I was one of the very few knights within the hundreds of thousands that he respected. And this came to me as a tremendous shock, but what he proposed and why he was so eager to propose it left me speechless.

He had seen me in battle, and not while I threw lightning at a distance, no he had seen one of my more courageous moments. One in which I had done something incredibly stupid during one of the battles I had been in, but it had earned me his attention nonetheless.

The event was during one of the earlier battles against out stone-like foes I was leading the charge sending bolts of fury into the sky along with the others trying to strike what I could, but a shadow caught my eye at one point during the fighting.

Looking upwards towards it while most knights were concerned with the dragons in front of them, I noticed this one that had decided to come from above. I made my move as the dragon performed a pass at my comrades and an opportunity to kill it presented itself to me.

I saw a single horn that hung lower than the others and quickly going to seize this chance I planted my shield into the dragon's bone, of course it did not even feel a disturbance as I crawled up the horn with my short sword and my spear, but what came next I was going to make sure the bastard definitely felt. As I made way to the top of the beast's head I noticed just how high it had flown, meaning if I were to strike it down at that moment I surly would've perished with it.

So there I sat among the clouds above the entire war that was being raged by our king, now most looking back would have most likely been in shock or paralyzed with fear. Yet there I sat wondering if I'd be able to make a difference with a single dragon, would I truly help in this war or be one of its victims forgotten by time.

My question was answered as I plunged my spear under the beast's scales and pushed the blade through its brain, slaying it before it could singe another one of my fellow silver knights. And with that we fell the dragon already dead beneath me, and myself holding onto my weapon for dear life bracing for the impact that was to come.

But when the smoke cleared I calmed my breathing, and heard my comrades' shouts and cheers of victory at the tops of their lungs.

And that was only the beginning of my dragon-killing career. The son of Gwyn took me in under his tutelage between the moments of battle, victory, and loss. And with a bit of time, maybe a decade or two, I became almost unmatched in my skill with lightning and spears.

Yet there was something off the entire time I learned from him, he always spoke of fighting honorably, weapons tested against weapon, my spear against dragon fire and claw, it was as if he held no love from his own father who used his power of the sun to strike from a distance. That disturbed me greatly though I never spoke of it.

And after the war became more and more hopeless for the dragons with the three Lords fighting with their full might something happened that shook Gwyn's entire army to its core. His son left, and joined the very beasts that we had fought for so long. Just thinking of it, of him makes me completely furious, even to this day, but back then all I could do was translate that fury onto the battlefield.

It was here that with more battles and even greater body count I captured the attention of my king. Who gave me a task that I should not have accepted so quickly, I was to hunt down and kill the traitor and bring his weapon back as proof of my kill. But I would be given new armor and weapons that my king swore could rival those of his son's. And as added assurance that I would be victorious against his son, my king even granted me a portion of his own soul in order to increase the power of my own.

Everyone surly thought that I wouldn't even have to use my full power for the battle.

My how they were wrong.

Flashback

I stood in front of him my golden armor shined brilliantly in the flashes of lightning that occurred from both the storm and the battlefield off in the distance while my own lightning surged around the blade of my spear. "Why?" I asked.

He looked at me and said nothing for what seemed like an eternity, and then he looked to the battle as a flash of fire covered a huge portion of it. "Because I wish for this to go on."

This hit me like the hammer of our giant blacksmith. "To go on? Have you gone mad!? This war is so close to truly ending, and you wish for more! Your knights are dying because they followed you and your father, they followed because they looked up to you for guidance, for hope! They trusted you and you slaughtered them and for what! A chance for a proper duel, a battle with your father, what is the reason you betrayed us?!" I yelled in fury with even more lightning covering my entire spear and even my armor.

Yet he still stood there before removing his swordspear from his back and pointing it directly at me, "I wanted to fight weapon tested against weapon, yet all the others besides yourself and Artorias fight from the distance like cowards, using things other than there own skill to kill creatures that only can use their own strength to fight. That is why I left not for some absurd grudge against my father, though I still will think of him as nothing more than a coward for the way he fights. I left because I would rather fight by those who conduct battle properly rather than those who spawned from the fire."

At this I snapped, within the blink of an eye our weapons had clashed neither one of us bothering to unleash the lightning that had been build up as the other was totally immune to it. It was merely skill vs. skill for this battle.

He broke away first and swept at my legs trying to cut me down at the ankles, I avoided and swung my spear in a small vertical arch trying to cut away at his shoulder. Only for him to block with his own weapon as we were once again locked in a contest of strength, however I would not be overpowered by him and attempted to push back and force him to falter a bit and hopefully be able to land a thrust on his torso.

And for the most part it appeared to have worked, but he was able to use my over aggressiveness to his advantage and slash at my side landing a shallow cut while he dodged and was left unmarked by my blade.

"You forget who taught you Ornstein, your form was almost flawless, almost." Forgetting the pain I spin the spear around into a reverse grip and make an attempt at his guts. He dodges and goes above me to try and decapitate me with his blade's longer edge. But I wasn't one to die so easily.

I parried his weapon with my own cross like guard which had left him open, hearing him grunt in pain as I landed a perfect counter to his liver, made me dawn a smile on my face as I was savoring the moment, for once in my life.

It happened to be the wrong time to savor though as he grabbed onto the hilt just below the cross shaped guard and swung his weapon at my shocked form and slashed me from shoulder to stomach, although thankfully it was quiet shallow.

So needing some breathing room I quickly grabbed onto my weapon with both hands before kicking my former teacher in the teeth with my boot. I was granted the much needed space, however I knew I was not down with this fight, though I managed to land a critical blow to him, the son of Gwyn will not go down so easily.

We then circle each other trying to catch sight of an opening in the other's defense. However he stopped abruptly and charged in, and not one to leave this opportunity in the air I met him as he went low and I went high.

Both blades met their mark as he scratched my armor and I sliced some of his precious silver hair. We then immediately turn back and then begin a clash of blades each slash or thrust that was blocked be the other created sparks that flew into the air illuminating the darkened skies of our arena.

This went on for a few moments until I blocked one attack too many and had my guard broken and felt his spear run through me, I could feel every grove and jagged edge of the weapon designed for killing dragons. The only problem with that was the jagged blade wasn't supposed to be that way, it was to be a smooth strike in order to get the hearts or heads of the beasts. It then dawned to me, he redesigned it to kill us, to kill his own kind.

Couching up blood into my helm I dropped to my knees as he ripped his blade out of me, I then fell and had to hold myself up with my hands. All the while he casually walked around me and was about to finish me off.

He didn't know that I wasn't done just yet, clutching the fist that wasn't holding my rapidly bleeding wound I channeled my power into it and prepared to unleash my wrath.

"This could've ended better for you Ornstein, you could've joined me. Think about what could've been. But alas now it seems as though I will have no more worthy opponents besides your friend Artorias to do battle with now. A pity truly, that I will be the one to send our kind back to ashes and not the dragons. But another thing that leave me curious is this, what will you do when this war ends? What will happen when there is no longer a reason for knights?" He finishes lifting his blade up to spear me again.

And that is when I struck, releasing the power I had been building outwards I had used one of the few non-lightning miracles I knew, Wrath of the gods.

Pushed back with the force of great hammer he was launched to the ground and left open for me. Picking my self up from the ground I leapt into the air with all the strength left in me and brought my spear down towards his head in an attempt to end him once and for all.

However it seemed as if his new allies were not quiet ready for him to die just yet. As I was no more than body length away from ending the treacherous son of my king a dragon of all things knocked me away with its tail sending me crashing into the dirt.

Looking up grunting in pain and holding my wound I saw the scaled and feathered beast that now held a look of hatred on it face, perhaps it knew how many of its kind I've already killed, or maybe it was wondering how many more I'd kill. Either way I saw the dragon lean down as the now standing prince climbed onto its neck and gave me one last look.

"I must say for you to learn new things in order to just fight me, I should be flattered at that, but I looks like neither of us shall die today, for it appears that Stormdrake will not let you kill me, nor will I let him kill you. Till our next duel Ornstein, I shall wait for you, when the bell tolls." He says to me before flying off on his new pet.

It was here that I finally had time to somewhat heal myself, I performed a healing miracle that closed my wound, but I knew I had to get back to my king soon and tell him of what I had heard and seen.

Flashback end

And although Gwyn was furious to learn of his son's new look on life the reports of telling of the tale in which I had injured him quickly became popular talk around the fires where men stood sharpening their weapons or eating their meals. So much so that it motivated Artorias to become somewhat of a reckless risk taker, but he earned his own set of armor though it was lighter than mine, I think the color blue was born to fit Artorias and his greatsword now rivals my own spear in numbers of dragons that have fallen to it.

And yet I hold the title of Dragon Slayer a point that has made him glare more than once.

My rival is still as close as ever to catching up, yet still I was ahead even if it only by the tiniest of margins.

But deep down I know that their praise and efforts were not merited. I still knew that I had been beaten that day; he was in much better health than I when his dragon arrived, if anything he would've dodged and ended me then and there.

It is something I'm somewhat glad for, that dragon unintentionally saving me that day. Though I would gladly kill it rather than repay the debt it unknowingly created.

Eventually though we all reached that glorious day in which the war ended. Which I was ecstatic to hear though I found thrill and fame from the battlefield I would rather see times of prosperity for my brother in arms, it was better than watching them perish in the flames.

And then there was his question, what will happen to knights such as Artorias and myself? Will we be reduced to simple guards for the king, or will another conflict arise.

I dreaded the thought of a war great enough to call on my services again.

Now I truly do not know how long it had been since the war, but the capitol of Gwyn's kingdom stood tall, Anor Londo.

It was here that I watched peace and prosperity rein throughout the centuries I watched as Gwyn had two more children, I stood proud as Gwyn chose me to lead his Four Knights and smiled when I saw Artorias meet Ciaran for the first time, and then promptly blush a brighter red than the sunrise. I could tell that the proud Wolf Knight had already become smitten with the small assassin of our group.

But as all thing must end so did the era of peace, the first flame was fading.

With that rumor spreading among the capitol panic soon spread through out the ranks of the gods that were there, and when news of Izalith came to us, the matter only became worse.

Though I understand her intentions were good we now have a new war to fight, against monster and demons rather than dragons.

I can still recall the horrors that Izalith had become, what those horrors had done to the people that lived around them, and what happened to those that fought against them.

Now a new war had spawned, one in which we faced the false flames of chaos. But in the back of my mind I heard my teacher's voice again asking me simply, "Where would you be without war?" And it was a question I had no answer to.

And to make matters worse that war turned into a two way front when word of a strange darkness spreading from Oolacile. However it later became well known to us as The Abyss.

Just speaking that name brings all the painful memories I associate with it, ones I wish to forget, but for the sake of my brother in all but blood I will remember as much as I can. I will remember him, the knight who earned the title Abysswalker rather than the shell Ciaran claimed to have seen, howling in pain. Gods….I know I could have…should have done more for him. But now it's too late.

Now that I think of him, I can still remember the good times we shared. Artorias and I were still fighting even after the dragon war, we trained, taught, ate, talked, and fought together and my heart sinks after learning he was consumed by the Abyss, and here I stand unharmed, untouched simply because I was deemed, "too important to send" by those gods that sit there and do nothing but talk.

They just want someone to protect their own hides, when the monsters come knocking at our doors. And I know they will, eventually, for the flame grew weaker with every passing day in Anor Londo.

Then at last came the day my Lord went to rekindle the flame himself, it was on this day that I began recalling my fondest memories, times when Artorias and Ciaran would flirt and watching them grow closer together, it truly was something special to see true love in person. I can only imagine the feeling. And I prayed that those moments could happen again.

I recall times when Gough would make carvings for the children around the capitol, I never understood just how the largest among us could be the most gentle. It's something I wish I could've been when telling so many wives that their husbands had perished, or informing fathers and mothers that their children who joined the ranks of silver, didn't make it home.

No sometimes I wish I could've been a lot like my blind friend, even though I had the best intentions I often came across as very blunt in my words.

Being among those who I cared for and served, those are the moments I would not trade for anything that the world has to offer.

Years passed after Gwyn left to sacrifice himself, and even though the fire lived on the monsters and demons we fought kept coming closer with every day.

And I knew at this point there was not much else I could do, Gwyndolin was not interested in battle or the strategies that came with it, and yet he was the one to take charge of Anor Londo.

And as much as I hate to admit it he was able to keep the peace for some time, but like always things go from good, to bad, and then to worse. This came when the gods left the capitol leaving only, the executioner, the Darkmoon, and myself along with a small army of silver knights to guard the capitol and an illusion of the princess. Thinking on that now I can see why they left, but still to know that the one you were to guard was no more than an illusion, it both sickened and pained me.

Pained because all those that had left and gave up hope as soon as a situation turned bleak, and I was disgusted at the same thought. How many knights had perished in our efforts against the demons of Izalith, or the darkness of the Abyss, how many lives would it take to satisfy those ungrateful bastards I once called gods, to think that they would turn and run so quickly, so easily.

Perhaps my teacher was right to abandon us, maybe deep down we were all cowards the entire time?

It was here that I made my mind, here that made me stop and put my foot down, I was going to leave myself, if not to find where the others had gone, or perhaps find my old teacher. I did not know what I was to do, but all I knew was that there was still something out there for me, something that beckoned me forward. I was determined to find it and try and make something of what little time the Age of Fire had left. I would not run like the others I would find a way to do good in the time that remained.

Or at least repay the debs of the many who had perished under my command, in some way.

And so I left, I hear that Gwyndolin actually made an illusion of me to guard the palace in my place, though it would be weaker perhaps he would find a suitable partner for my copy.

I find it somewhat tragic, an image guarding another image, there really was a sense of irony in there. The illusion of a princess who fled her country, being guarded by an illusion of the one who swore to protect her, really there had to be some kind of joke there.

But after my departure from the capitol I knew not what I would seek, there was however a few things I would like

When I left I made my way around the whole of Lordran I came across rumors of those I thought I'd never see again, knights that traveled with Gwyn to the first flame.

It took a bit of time and a good amount of bloodshed, but I was able to find the first among the few who escaped.

At first I found him sitting against a wall alone, in his now blackened armor with the wings of his helm now melted and burnt forming horns. In his right hand he held a greatsword and in his left a shield larger than the standard silver knight shields.

He then looked up to me as he heard my armor rustle as I made my approach. I heard a gasp from him as he stood before bowing to me as a sign of respect. I'd asked him where he had been and the knight who introduced himself as Sebastian told me of the tale that lead to Gwyn's demise at the first flame.

It occurred to me that he said there were others like him, and if what he told me was correct then there was the possibility that there maybe five others like him, five other knights scorched by the first flame and scalded black. Perhaps I could use the company Sebastian was rather quite, and was still quite adamant on seeing me as his superior, but hopefully with the others he will open up a bit. My time with Artorias, Ciaran, and Gough had made me feel a bit more compassion towards my knights, seeing them as more than just simple soldiers under my command and rather as fellow warriors fighting for the same cause.

And so we left together, and fought together all the while trying to make our way to other knights lost in their fight against the dark.

And so we did find them, though it was not without some challenge in the form of demons and crazed hallows that ran about the land, my how the world had fallen.

And by the time we did find them, they began to talk a bit more around each other and myself.

There was of course Sebastian who was rather lax in his attitude towards the other knights, he was one of the older knights, who had been alive and had seen war during the Age of Ancients. He was rather fond of his greatsword as it was the blade that saved his life from one particularly aggressive demon. Other than that he was a man that was most of the time reserved in his thoughts, answering questions with one-word answers or nods of the head.

Next was a knight who wielded the Black Knight Glaive we had found in the Tomb of the Giants just past a skeleton beast, he is quite the talkative knight named Reden. He was quite happy to see both his fellow first flame survivor, and of course his captain. This knight was almost the polar opposite of Sebastian, outspoken, very loud at the worst of times, and would rather carry on a conversation about anything then walk in silence. He had shown off his skill with the glaive in combat while traveling to another knight against a Kappa demon. And that was quite the show, because of instead having the assistance of Sebastian and myself he said it was a chance for him to prove that he would not be dead weight to us and fought the weapon wielding monster head on. And was never even scratched by the beast, that was quite amusing seeing a knight so effortlessly defeat a demon.

Now with two others under my command I asked where the others would be and after both of them racking their brains for answers we made off to find the remaining four.

I'll just skip the trivial details and tell more about the knights themselves.

Our next addition to the small party was a knight we had found in The Catacombs, the wielder of the Black Knight Greataxe, Meinen.

Meinen as a person though was something that struck a familiar spot within my memories, he fought with a total battle lust within him that would make Smough proud, and had the stubbornness of Havel, which is where his strength over agility tactic of fighting came into play He was never one to try and maneuver himself out of harms way, rather preferring to stay in the heat of battle and cut down his foes with his mighty axe.. But don't that style fool you he is still faster than most knights will ever be, even if that speed was used to enter the guard of his adversary. And as for his personality off the field, he can be a bit agitating at times, but it is in good teasing fun rather than true mockery.

Next we acquired the skills of one who used both a greatbow and sword. He was persistent on ending his foes with a single greatarrow and if the enemy was able to close the distance, his blade was sharpened to a point of near perfection.

It was odd really finding a knight that behaved like this one did on and off the battlefield. Victor, as he was called, feels the need to gather his arrows after every shot preferring to conserve the small amount of greatarrows that he had left on his person, but on the other hand he also finds the time to endlessly sharpen and polish both his sword and shield.

When Sebastian asked him as to why, Victor only said this, "When the time comes that I find an enemy that can deflect, dodge, or simply ignore my arrows I would not want to disappoint them with a dull or dirty blade."

Unfortunately thought not all the knights we found were as…sane as these four were, rather they had become hallow when we found them, void of feeling, and reason. I could tell it was painful for theses four to put down their brothers who had survived the first flame. But it had to be done, as their captain I would never forgive myself if I allowed them to simply go on living like that. If one could even call that loathsome existence living, gods above I could never even imagine a fate such as that.

And that is where we come today; perhaps it was good to take a second look at events that have occurred over my ever-increasing existence. Maybe I could find insight as to what may occur next in my life.

Journal End

This is where Ornstein closes the small book he had in his hands before putting it away in his bottomless box. Looking up from his own life story he sees the four remaining black knights he now has under his command. There was Sebastian sitting quietly while leaning against his greatsword which he had planted in the ground for make shift support with his shield also working as somewhat of a kickstand. At the moment he had his helmet off and had it resting under his shield. Sebastian had the look of a hardened war vet, which he undoubtedly was, but the scar running down the entire right side of his face from ear to jaw only proves the fact. As for the rest of his physical appearance the knight had short somewhat spiky hair blacker than night and eyes of a dark luminous orange, which only was enhanced by the small, fire that warmed them during the night. And his skin was tanned surprisingly since he spent most of the day wearing his helm.

Near by were Reden and Victor both of them checking on their weapons and like Sebastian had also removed their helms since they had made camp for the night. Reden the shorter of the two had neck length light brown hair that seemed to be singed in a few placed from close encounters with a few rouge pyromancers, as for his eyes and skin tone as one would expect of a man wearing armor as his skin was quite pale, and his eyes were that of a dark steel grey, that when looked at during the night one would see them as black rather than their natural color.

Victor like Reden also had brown hair, only his curled a bit and was down towards his neck, and his skin tone was somewhere in the middle between Reden and Sebastian as he sometimes liked to take his helm off when lining up some of his more challenging shots. And to finish off his appearance Victor had eyes that were almost as blue as Artorias' own.

Ornstein looked around perplexed about something though, where was Meinen?

The captain received his answer what the sound of heavy footsteps reached his ears. Turning he sees Meinen with his axe on shoulder, which appeared to have a fresh coat of blood on its blades and his shield on his other arm.

The others turn to face him as he walks into the small camp that had been made and promptly dropped onto his rear when he was within no more than three feet of his captain and Sebastian. Removing his helm it allows the warmth of the fire to touch his skin and he breaths a comforting sigh of relief. His skin was around the same tone of Sebastian but perhaps a shade or two lighter, his hair ashen in color, and he had a striking pair of pale golden eyes.

He then looks to his captain, and as he tries to slow his breathing he is handed a piece of meat that had been cooking on the fire for sometime now. "You look like you could use this?" Ornstein says with a bit of concern, unlike the undead and hallows his kind had to still eat if they wanted to survive.

Meinen looking over to his captain nods and takes the meat and begins to dig in, Ornstein then waits for him to finish, which did not take long at all, what was his rush?

"Captain I must inform you of some disturbing information I've heard when I was out there." This makes Ornstein level his gaze onto the knight and if there were one way to describe Ornstein it would've been intimidating especially with his commander glare.

While his skin was on the paler side it only made the scars that lined his face and neck stick out even more, one nasty one going down his right eye and down his cheek, and one his oldest ones which happened to have been a scar he received in training down the left side of his jaw line, but those were the really noticeable ones the rest were small scars he received from shrapnel when a dragon landed too close for comfort. His relatively short and somewhat wavy hair was dark red like that of a low and slowly dying fire, and his eyes were a matching color as well, and they were eyes that had seen the horrors of dragon, demons, and darkness, and that was what scared most when they looked into his eyes now.

See for the past two days Ornstein the four knights had all gone out and tried to either find something interesting that had happened in Lordran since they had formed this small group. So far four out of five haven't found anything of value, only passing rumors that one very powerful undead was making his way across the land reached their ears, but no one had come across him as of yet.

However Meinen may have found something interesting.

Looking towards Meinen Ornstein nods to continue, "While I was gone, I came across rumors of this undead warrior making his way across the land. And before I go on captain I must ask do you still have that strange pendant we found while in the Mad Duke's achieves?"

This got him a raised eyebrow from the captain, but he known the less checked and found that the small item was still in his possession. "Yes I do have it, what of it?"

Meinen then goes on, "Apparently this Chosen Undead as he is called has an item quite similar, and using it he was able open some sort of rift, though where it lead to I'm not quite sure."

This makes Ornstein freeze in his thoughts, being one of the Four Knights did come with its perks and one of them was advising the king, especially so for him since he was the captain. And during one of these sessions with the king Ornstein heard a truly terrifying prophecy about, an undead that will rise into Lordship, and to be more specific, a dark Lordship. And if there was an undead that could survive going through the mad Duke's archives then he was undoubtedly powerful. Which might mean that the prophecy is closer than they had all suspected.

But he was to be the Dark Lord than that was mean; the first flame is to be extinguished. That was something Ornstein wasn't going to let happen so easily. Perhaps they could catch him with their own pendant and prevent that from happening. It was somewhat of a long shot and even though there was an illusion of him guarding the palace he would be in much better comfort if he knew Gwydolin himself was safe.

Yes even though he may hold no love for how the Darkmoon did some things he was still the son of a king he severed.

But he was not absolutely sure that this Chosen Undead will actually become the Dark Lord of prophecy, and the only way to find out was to find him, meaning their own portal must be opened.

Removing the pendant Ornstein began to inspect it for was somewhat broken, not entirely but there were chips and cracks across it. But within a matter of moments Ornstein the others were shocked to see it begin to tremble and glow a bit as it began to grow more violent in its trembling the knights instinctively dawn their helms again and ready their weapons.

Though what happened next is something they never could have been ready for. The pendant began glowing a pale sickly yellow light before it began to float in the air. There was a moment of peace causing the four black knights to drop their shields and Ornstein to lower his own spear.

They quickly look between one another before the magic that had been building up inside the pendant exploded outwards opening an unstable portal, which then began to pull the five armored warriors into it.

It was so sudden that the knights were unable to brace themselves with their weapons and were gone within mere moments of the portal opening, the bad part though had yet to come, and none of the knights would know of it.

The portal closed yet the magic it had used to open was once again being charged up; only it was slowly taking it back in. But nonetheless it was preparing itself again, however it would take years, possibly decades to finish and then properly open again.

Unnamed Island

Slowly opening his eyes Ornstein is met with the bright light of the midday sun shining through a cluster of trees. Getting up and stretching a bit to see he was injured he sighs when he realizes that he was for the most part unharmed.

Looking around for a bit he sees his spear imbedded in the ground a few feet from him. Gong over to he can see that was no damage done to it and that it was still sharp enough to slice through a boulder.

At least that was somewhat of a relief. Now the better question is, where did the others go? Realizing that he had been separated the captain turns looking for them in the immediate area, only to confirm that he is indeed alone.

Sighing he does the only thing he can do, he begins to walk away. Looking for the road he begins to relax a bit as he simply walks past some strange looking creatures, and what was even stranger was the fact that they did not attack on sight.

All of them had browned to reddish fur covering them and there were different kinds of the same creature, which only made the Dragon Slayer even more curious.

There was the four legged ones that pranced now and then, and seemed only interested in eating the grass that grew on the forest floor, they had what appeared to be hooves on their feet, ears that twitched back and forth with every noise the armored knight made, and some of them had dark grey horns that pointed forward and grew at a backwards angle upon their heads.

All in all these creatures were strange to Ornstein not because they appeared to be non-hostile, but because they seemed to have no remnants of the Abyss, Izalith, or the first flame. It was honestly strange to Ornstein; these creatures honestly seemed totally defenseless. Any being in Lordran would easily eviscerate these creatures by the hundreds, unless these beings had some sort of hidden means to defend themselves.

Not wanting to be caught by surprise if the time comes when he must face these creatures Ornstein locks eyes with one of the larger ones with horns, and disappears in a burst of speed.

It was over in a second though as the thing had no way to guard against Ornstein's spear. He then removes it from the head of the first and turns to see all the others running away from him.

"Odd they didn't even try to fight when one of them has died. Perhaps they actually were harmless. No matter now, it appears that I've found myself something to eat."

He then continues on his way after cleaning out his kill, and after a few hours finally came to a road, all be it a dirt road, but one nonetheless.

He then has to choose as to which way he is to walk now, either way would most likely lead him to a town, or a city. But the real question was how long would it take to get there?

Deciding to not let this bother him for too long the Dragon Slayer walks towards the sun that was now passing him over.

Now after another hour or two of walking Ornstein sees something in the distance, humans.

But something was odd about one of them, something was very wrong. He then decided it would be easier if he were to talk to these humans and find out exactly where the next town is located.

Approaching them Ornstein sees the three of them dawn faces of panic, probably at seeing his fearsome Leo helm, not that he could blame them though, when he first saw he too was quite impressed by the design it had.

But however before Ornstein could even attempt to call out to them, one fires an arrow directly at his head. To which it was swiftly snatched out of mid air by the knight, he then raises his hands a bit to show that he was not going to harm them.

They then made their approach there were three of them, one with the bow and arrows while the others two simply had what looked like simple axes. "I would advise you to put away your arms, before one of you gets hurt." Ornstein says in his commanding tone of voice. This makes the three hunters stop in their tracks as they notice his weapon was still on his back.

"Oscar, Yuri lower your weapon I don't think fighting this one is going to end well." The other two look to one another then to the towering knight in front of them and slowly put their axes back into place.

"Who are you?" The one in front asks to which Ornstein shook his head, "Before you demand answers of me perhaps I should ask as to why you fired an arrow at me?"

The lead hunter looks at the bow still in his hands and nervously answers, "W-Well we just saw that helm of your and assumed the worst, we thought you were a yoma."

This makes Ornstein raise a brow under his helm, "Yoma? Forgive me, but I've never heard of such a creature, and further more you two humans are rather abrasive when it comes to violence, forgive me though I'm not sure as to what to call your companion, but he is also quite spring-like."

This makes everything go quite as a silence settles on the three hunters and the knight. "W-What did y-you say?"

Ornstein immediately knew something was wrong with the way two of them were acting, "Oh dear, it looks as if I've been caught." The two hunters in front turn to the friend they knew as Oscar as his human disguise slowly began to fade.

The sounds of skin being ripped apart and bones being shifted around made the two human quiver in fear as he watches the third hunter grow till he was maybe a few inches taller than Ornstein's impressive 6'5.

The creature had dark bluish almost purple skin, solid black teeth with a bit of blood on them from the transformation, it hair ran down the length of its back until it was near the beast's waist. The beast was large and muscled from head to toe with wicked looking claws one its feet and hands. But thing that stood out most to Ornstein were the creatures eyes, those cat-like yellow eyes, they reminded him of the weaker creatures he's slain in his long career.

"So you were able to figure out I wasn't human. I'm impressed only Claymores can tell us apart from our food, what makes you so special? I don't feel any yoki on you, in fact you feel just like a regular human, wonder if you'll taste the same?" It asked licking its lips while also tensing its muscles preparing to strike.

However that did not cause Ornstein to be concerned in the least, his attack was already telegraphed the moment his legs seized up. This will be barely a warm up. "I know not of these Claymores nor do I know of yoki. However if you believe that you can kill me then you are surly mistaken. If you even attempt to strike me, you will surly regret it."

Ornstein reaches behind him and unveils his Dragonslayer spear and while there was no lightning coming from it as of yet, both the two humans and the single yoma knew that it was a dangerous weapon.

But still thinking that Ornstein was only a simple human the yoma charges in with his right hand extended aiming for the knight's neck.

However instead of actually hitting the knight the yoma saw his form blur for a split second and suddenly there was a searing pain that irrupted from his arm. Looking at it in horror the yoma looks at the bleeding stump of where his arm should have been.

Looking back at the knight whose spear was now soaked in purple blood the yoma roars and goes in again. This time however it was twice as fast and to the humans he was moving ridiculous speeds.

And to Ornstein it was if he was waist deep in water, it was at this point he decided to have a bit of fun. Dodging the initial strike the Dragon Slayer maneuvered around and landed a brutal kick to the to the yoma's back sending him flying into one of the larger trees, in which he nearly snapped in half with both his weight and the force of the kick.

At once it was quite again, as the yoma was bordering in and out of consciousness, the humans were stunned at the fact that this stranger was completely destroying a yoma, and Ornstein was really just a bit bored at the moment.

"Is that really the best you can do?" Ornstein asks mockingly while twirling his spear a bit out of habit.

The yoma stands up slowly from the fallen tree and locks onto Ornstein's helmed head, "You bastard, I'm going to kill you, as slowly and painfully as possible! And when I feast on your guts I'll make sure you're alive and awake to feel every bite!" He yells running again, only this time Ornstein wasn't contempt to simply wait for the, in his eyes, slow moving beast.

Bringing his spear up Ornstein lunges with enough force behind his spear to split a boulder in half. The yoma's arm stood no chance. The yoma looked down to his arm that was now split down the middle and knew at this point knew that it was pointless to even try to fight back.

So he decided to flee rather than fight again.

Looking at the knight who had his back turned to him the yoma turns and tries to run only for the blade of a familiar spear to suddenly emerge out of his forehead, soaked in blood and covered in tiny chucks of what used to be the monster's brain.

Ornstein then rips the spear out the top of the monster's head and flings the remaining blood of his blade and onto one of the nearby trees. He then looks at the now dead yoma at his feet and crushes the rest of the head beneath his boot, just to make sure.

When he turns his attention to the dumbfounded hunters that stood there with their mouths gaping he knew they were going to cooperate. "Now then, where is the closest town? It is almost nightfall, and I could use a good rest." He says casually while placing his spear onto his back.

"I-I-It's back the way you just came, I'll lead y-you there." He says nervously.

Ornstein nods his head and turns around and begins walking away. "No need I shall be fine on my own."

And with that the captain of Gwyn's army began walking down the dirt road back in the direction he came. All the while he wasn't able to get an unusual feeling of dread out of his mind.

Ignoring it thought he made a list of things that have to be done while here.

1. Find the Black Knights that came in with him.

2. Find a way back to Lordran.

3. And if possible find out what a Claymore was.

'As far as I know of those are only a type of swords. Why would there be beings named after a weapon though?'

And done.

Well that was somewhat hard to write, I tried to find a way to get Ornstein and company into Claymore and hopefully its believable that they could go there from an accident involving a magic pendant.

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