Relax: By Metro-Police
The Ashen One stood up from the bonfire, and clenched his fists tightly. It had been a 3 vs 3, but they were crushed. Each time he returned to the battlefield, he was slaughtered again. It was his 6th loss that day.
The Ashen One couldn't take it. The Ashen One usually kept his temper in check, and he took it out on lesser Dark Spirits or monsters foolish enough to be within his line of sight. But he couldn't take it this time. He took out his Farron Greatsword and charged blindly at the wall.
He swung, with an unsatisfying clank as the metal hit the stone wall. It only served to make him angrier. He dropped his sword and punched the wall over and over. The Ashen One simply ignored the pain, blinded by his rage.
After about 30 seconds of him punching the wall, he stopped and began pacing around the bonfire. The Ashen One began to mutter incomprehensible things under his breath to himself.
He lost his temper once more, and fell to his knees, and began pounding on the floor like a child.
The ash covered floor didn't serve as a good punching bag, so he did the only other thing he could. He hit himself. He punched himself as hard as he could. His fists began hurting badly, as punching a metal helmet with gloved fists didn't work out in his favor.
He stopped. He began to sob quietly. No one offered to help. It was like he was never there at all.
"Ashen One?"
The knight looked up. There stood the Fire Keeper. "Ashen One, what is troubling you?" She said in concern.
The Ashen One couldn't find an answer. He could only focus on her voice. It was so soft, innocent. It was like a beautiful song every time she spoke. He could listen to it until the end of time. She was simply perfect.
Seeing to be a little put down by his lack of response, the Fire Keeper tried again. "Ashen One...please come and sit. Please let me help ease your burden in some way."
The Ashen One slowly got to his feet, and trudged over to the stairs where the Keeper sat. He plopped down beside her, occasionally hiccuping or sobbing.
The Firekeeper smiled at his cooperation. "Now please, Ashen One. Tell me what troubles your heart?"
"Why me?"
The Firekeeper frowned in confusion. "What does thou mean?"
"Why was I chosen to Link the Flame and all of that? I'm not fit for it. I'm a disgrace to words like warrior and knight. Even ashen one."
The Fire Keeper shook her head. "Ashen One, what has led thou to think such horrible thoughts? You are one of the greatest warriors in the land."
"Then why am I dying so much? I can't even die properly. I just wake up to this bonfire. I die over and over because I cannot beat them. I'm just not up for it. Hell, it would be probably best if a Dark Spirit just killed me and took my place. I'm no match for most of them anways."
The Ashen One felt the Keepers hand touch his shoulder. "Please Ashen One, I believe thou are wrong in thou assumptions. You are a magnificent person. Do not let anyone tell thou otherwise."
The Ashen One looked up at the Keeper. She smiled softly at him.
Suddenly he latched onto the Fire Keeper, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She let out a surprised squeak. She quickly got used to it and hugged him back softly.
The Ashen One buried his metal under her arms. She had a motherly feel to her as well as being perfect. He felt himself calming down, the negative thoughts were burning out of his mind, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
All was quiet again, and the bonfire crackling was the only thing audible as the Fire Keeper embraced a sleeping knight.
The end.
Hope you enjoyed this one shot! Please comment if you think I should write more of Dark Souls.