Chapter 1: Assassin Lost

A/N: Very first story I've published. Sorry for any mistakes, I was doing this late at night and my laptops keyboard is buggy, so I'll try and make as many corrections, But Onwards to Glory!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of dark souls or familiar of zero. I simply mix em'

I Wish I had followed him.

At least I would have died with him.

Or we could have killed that mongrel, Manus.

But as I knelt over his Grave, knowing that the fireball-throwing, maniacal wielder of the Ultra- Greatsword "Zweihander" had at least put him to rest, I wished to thank him. Because of him, my love has been put to rest, never having to be subject to torture that Manus had put him through.

Oh look, here he comes now.

And he had something of my interest

"…You, is that not…
The soul of the man who fell on this spot?
He was a dear friend. I wish to pay proper respect, with that soul.
Would you be willing to part with it?"

….

He stood silent, considering whether or not to part with it.

I myself knew Artorias in life, and he was a powerful warrior. So it would make sense that his soul would be one of the greatest, maybe on par with the Witch of Izalith.

After 10 minutes of careful thoughts and weighing chances, he gave me Artorias's corrupted soul. "Thank You, you are very kind, Please take this, I have no more need of this". I handed over an extra set of my blades.

Now, people would question this decision, knowing how dangerous and deadly my blades are.i however, gave him a weaker set, since I would never part with the blades that have protected me from demon and blade alike.

..Plus, these blades are what led me to him...

"Flashback"

The worst time for my blades to break, and it so happens to be that exact time. I was in the middle of a mission assassinating a Taurus demon blocking the path to Izalith, when both my blades simultaneously shattered attempting to block an unseen strike from one of its brothers. I quickly retreated and used a Homeward bone to get back to Anor Londo.

As I would have to sneak past the guards, I opted to travel by sneaking. I quietly snuck past those lumbering oafs with their gigantic halberds and heavy shields, I made it to the blacksmith.

This blacksmith was, no, is, the best blacksmith in all of Lordran. Working directly for the silver knights and the gods, this silent behemoth was always hammering away at something.

But something was off, someone else was in the room.

Me, being the most paranoid, immediately drew my blades, and readied for a quick kill. I took a quick look around the corner, and what I saw made my jaw drop.

A handsome man, clad in the armor of the silver knights, with sky blue eyes, was simply looking at the giant, who was shaking his head, muttering something about helmets and arrows. I turned back around the corner, cheeks on fire, fantasizing about being held in those arms….

"No! I will not think about those inappropriate things at such a time."I simply stated. However, to the man quickly filling my thought, it was more of a squeal.

"Whose there!"

Those words sent shivers up my spine. The rough, but regal voice matches his rugged face, a little stubble adorning his chin. I shuddered, and then berated myself, remembering I was his superior, and a deadly assassin. I reinforced my thoughts, and calmly stepped around the corner.

Seeing that face, it too all my self control not to kiss that face senseless. But I was an idol, looked upon by the soldiers, and I set a precedent. I simply stated a quick hello, asked for my dagger and scimitar repaired, and quickly walked out, only to feel a hand lay on my shoulder, holding me back.

"Who are you?"

This knight, a low-ranking one at best, had the gall to ask my name shamelessly, when I am feared as the greatest cold-blooded killers in the entire world.

"I should be asking that to you, Soldier!"

He immediately realized by the tone of my voice he was addressing a higher-raking officer and saluted faster than my blade swings.

"Sir! Sorry for my attitude, Sir!" He quickly replied. Seeing his reaction made me smirk inwardly, "So who might I be speaking to?" I queried."Knight Artorias." Was his simple reply.

I had heard the name Artorias more than once, knowing of his antics and regular attempts to get himself killed. Apparently none have worked so far. His regular antics include jumping on dragons' backs and fighting off a horde of said dragons. He was a bit famous for the same reason, but the only thing stopping him from true knighthood was the recklessness of such actions, even with good intent.

"What is your reason for being here, Knight?" I roughly asked in an interrogative tone. He rubbed the back of his head in a 'you don't want to know' kind of way. I stared and tapped my foot reflexively, awaiting a reply.

And then there were four.

Ornstein, in all his 10 foot glory, was drunkenly stumbling down the steps in his armor, Mumbling something about a new knight, slid down 2 flights and fell next to the blacksmiths anvil.

Oh, Gwyn, why couldn't you make him naked and drunk? It would be fitting for his stupid antics and slacking off. At least it would give a good laugh.

Artorias smirked and chuckled, knowing about Ornstein's' drinking problem.

Back on topic…

"Why are you here!" I quietly demanded, knowing that anything louder would rouse a drunken Ornstein, nd that was something I was not prepared to deal with at this time in the morning.

"I was simply getting my new armor" He stated quite heavily, with pride as well.

…Wait 'new' armor?

Only true knights get new armor, which means…

"ORNSTEIN!" I shouted loudly, grabbing him by the collar of his armor and smashing him to the side of the wall.

Apparently, I was one of the few who could rouse him from drunken sleep.

"Awhawha?" Ornstein mumbled, still sleepy.

"YOU PROMOTED A KNIGHT WITHOUT GETTING PERMISSION!" I shouted, enraged by his stupidity.

"Nah, we already got permission. Remember?" he quietly mumbled, trying to get back to his dreams.

Dreams about naked women, apparently.

I wished I had Gough here. Last time this happened, Gough nailed him to the wall with his arrows.

The most intriguing thing, you see. Competition was rampant among knights and this was just a piece of it.

"FLASHBACK END"

After he gave me the soul, I simply went back to praying.

…except the fact that the next action simply didn't register.

The undead wearing Giant Armor swung with his Zweihander, and I landed flat on my back.

I had just learned why he was considered deadly. His Greatsword was apparently imbued with chaos fire. After that, my whole world was pain, but I stood back up, and drew my weapons.

"Humph.. You humans, always taking what you please. Then I shall do the same!" I stated, running towards him, I threw a knife, hoping it would hit and poison him. He simply drew a shield off his back and defended. But while he was defending, I attacked, stopping him from dropping his shield, knowing that even in mourning, I was still very powerful. I did not let up on the assault, and for 2 minutes he held his ground, before I tired and retreated.

"What sorcery is this! How can I not break his guard!?"

He was using a simple thin-metal green shield. He should have at least tired.

The man in armor simply put it on his back and took his zweihander in a two-handed fashion. I could not do much but rest, and dodge.

When will this beast ever tire?

I threw 3 throwing knives, knowing he would raise his shield. Then I quickly planned my next attack.

While he was swinging at me, I noticed that he swings in a left-right pattern, so that was one, he could swing 180 degrees, as my back so quickly showed me, and his back was rarely open, so I opted for a more…controversial method.

I rolled around him, and quickly readied for a backstab. He could not do much as the blade passed through his spine and I quickly kicked him off.

…Thank you, Hornet Ring.

He stood back up and began throwing Chaos Fireballs.

What surprised me was not the throwing of the fireball, but the type of fire used. Only the Witch of Izalith and her ilk knew the method, unless they were given away. If they were, it was most likely to gain a powerful ally.

His giant armor was unbreaking, and his will untiring, apparently, his armor and guard are unbreakable. But every wall has a crack…Wait.

If melee and ranged could not hurt him, then extremely strong magic has a chance of injuring him, except that all the magic users of Oolacile were wiped out, so there goes that idea. I knew for one thing, that I was most likely going to die. So instead of taking defeat, I simply charged, wanting to make my last minutes of life memorable.

'Some Planet, The Continent of Halkeginia : Tristain'

"So who has not taken part in the Springtime Summoning ritual yet?" an elderly, bald man questioned his students.

"Oh teacher! The Zero has yet to summon anything." A lightly tanned, Red-headed girl said.

'Louise POV'

I gritted my teeth, preparing my summoning circle. I know this is going to work! I spent a week on this magic circle, and it will not fail me. Then again, everything else has.

I gritted. Rule of steel, Rule of Steel.

I finished my preparations, drew my wand and recited my incantation.

'Ciaran POV'

"My servant, who exists somewhere In this vast universe."

…Wait, am I hearing… is this Artorias?

…No. Artorias has a rougher voice, this seems to be that of a girl just starting her teenage years.

"My divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call!"

I kept dodging the zweihander, its gigantic blade reflecting my Cyclops mask. This…Monster… knows no bounds.

"I wish from the very bottom of my heart!

...Who is this girl, whose words ring with power and meaning. This surpasses my comprehension of magic, and reminds me of a spell, Decoy.

Appear!

At this moment, I noticed a green glow coming from behind me. This caught my attention and I turned around.

…Only to receive the end of the zweihander into my back. The force of impact threw me into the bubble of green, and I disappeared.

'Louise POV'

As I feared, an explosion.

…I broke down crying, or at least, I attempted to.

"Rule of Steel, Rule of Steel." I reminded myself.

The dust blew away suddenly, only for me to notice an upright figure, clad in black and blue, with a mask marked by an indentation in the forehead, sort of like a Cyclops.

My beautiful, divine familiar…Just collapsed.

"NO!" I ran to its side. As I fell on my knees, I removed the mask that covered…her face?

I summoned a woman?! Though, judging by the clothes and wounds, she seems to be either a very rich swordswoman, or a retainer to a noble, not unlikely considering the princesses Musketeer Captain.

As this all ran through my mind, the crowd of astonished students murmered condolences and insults. "The Zero killed someone!" a fat blonde student shouted throughout the crowd.

Colbert, the presiding teacher, quickly rushed them to the school, though that would do little except solidify the rumors that the Zero had murdered a person through her summoning.

"How am I going to explain this to mother?" I softly whispered, realizing that since I did not properly summon something alive I could not remain in school. These thoughts distracted me from the death of the woman…wait…why is she shaking? She's still alive!

The next few minutes were a blur. She was rushed to the infirmiry, treated by 3 water mages for serious cuts, broken bones, and major burns, though how she got them is beyond the Head Nurses knowledge.

I went to sleep, dreaming of daggers and poison, hoping for the best.

A/N: I know the big nstink about the commoner/noble thing, but notice her clothes in the game. They're ragged and torn from countless battles, so I thought this ending might be better. And Screw testing! I haven't been able to upload in 2 months! At any rate, I'm hoping to complete the next chapter within the week. Thank you for your continued support.

PRAISE THE SUN\[T]/!