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Beta-ed by Solita Belle

Am I seeing a dream? Or am I seeing nothing?

Are the words that I'm speaking useless?

Sadness only makes me tired

Should "Feeling nothing" be the best?

No matter what bewildering words you speak,

My heart will just not hear anything

If I do something to change,

I'd just turn everything dark.

First Ember:

"Oi, you!"

Again? He was trying to get some sleep here.

"Wake up!"

Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why would they attempt to bully him? To prove that they were superior? What a waste of pathetic effort.

"Don't you dare ignore us, you little shit!"

If he paid attention to them, would they leave him alone? No. The answer would be no, obviously. Why? Because they were bullies, of course.

Suddenly, the book covering his face was swatted away as the face of the bullies's leader came into his view. And here he had hoped they would just give up. And their souls seemed pretty dim. Not exactly a surprise there though.

"How dare you look at me in such an impassive manner?!" the leader of the bunch was on the verge of growling right now as the punk forcefully grabbed his shirt's collar. And on a side note, if the punk didn't like his usual impassive look, should he give him an insulting look then?

"Say something, you little shit?! Or are you too scared to speak?!" A rather pathetic sardonic sneer creept into the bullies' leader face. Try harder and he might raised his eyebrows, no pun intended.

And yes, he was being sarcastic here.

"Eat this, you mute!" the bullies' leader raised his fist, preparing to strike him.

Wait, how in the world did thing escalate from threatening to fist raising so quickly? Meh, who would care at this point, aside himself?

The bullies's leader clutched his throat, courtesy of a punch straight to his larynx, before his head was slammed into the head of one of his underlings while the last one received a jab straight to the face. Quick and simple, the three bullies dropped down and writhed in pain.

*RINGGG!*

Ah, the ring signaled the end of lunchtime as well as the two-second round. How convenient.

How many times has the sun risen and fallen? It was a question that he had hoped to find an answer, despite the fact that it was merely for his own amusement. From what he had heard from his guest, the world in Age of Ancient had been unformed and shrouded by fog, so it was impossible to know whether that giant fireball at that time has even risen or not, let alone counting how many times it has risen and fallen. Oh he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Hawaa!"

A blond nun not really far ahead of him suddenly decided it was a good time to trip on nothing and fell face first on the ground. And not exactly in a good... way to fall. Hmm, what were the odds?

"Auuuu. Why do I keep tripping?" moaned the blond nun to herself.

The answer: ridiculously high if what she had just said was the truth. Even higher than the chances of something suddenly fell from the sky, either natural or artificial thing. As he approached the nun, he could feel a bright aura of light coming from her soul. Much brighter than quite a number of priests he has laid eyes upon. Thanked to the people liked her, the Abyss hadn't scorched the earth and flooded the land with insanity even after the fading of the First Flame . He hoped she could keep that light illuminating.

"Um..." after the girl had fully stood up, she nervously try to gain his attention after noticing his presence "... Do you know where the church of this town is? I just came here and... no one seems to understand me..."

... Did she know that the only church in this place was abandoned? Why would she want to go there?

"Really? Thank God!" seeing his nod, the unknown girl let out a grateful thank, and quite a genuine one he might add "Could you...?"

"Asia, what are you doing here?"

Ho, a new voice.

"R-Raynare-sama!" the blond girl named Asia stuttered slightly as he turned to the source of the voice only to be greeted by the sight of black wings behind the back of the female owner of the voice while behind her, a man in strange church robe was eyeing him like a predator.

A Fallen Angel. So this nun was in league with Fallen Angels? While not as surprised as a guy sent flying due to a child's three-wheel bicycle crashed into his right leg, this was a surprise nonetheless.

"... I... was lost, Raynare-sama..." the nervousness along with the embarrassment were literally emitting from Asia while the fallen was eyeing him with a disgusted look as if he was a piece of thrash. "... And this kind sir was going to show me the way..."

"Follow me. Or else, I will kill that boy."

Was that necessary to add a threat to end his life just to make the blond nun follow the her? Hadn't the fallen angel heard that the nun had been lost and trying to ask the direction? The threat was utterly pointless in his opinion.

"I-I will go with you! Just please spare him, Raynare-sama! He has done nothing wrong!" pleaded the blond nun. While the subtle movements of the fallen angel's lips escaped Asia's eyes when she bowed her head down, it didn't escape his.

Yep, things were going sour.

"Then do not waste my time any longer." The sardonic reply of Raynare made Asia cringe slightly as they took their leave, but not before the fallen angel sent an incline of her head toward his direction as the man in robe nodded his head.

"Sorry boys, no hard feeling." The man drew out a handgun "Just following orde... Gah!"

Before the man in church robe could finish his sentence, he dropped and rolled to the right and picked up a stone before throwing it right in his assailant's face, making the man drop his gun and clutched his face in pain.

Classic villain cliche #2: Gloating/taunting/explaining/blah blah blah something to the enemy before killing them instead of outright killing them. Dramatic but pretty much unnecessary, or in worse cases, even idiotic.

"You goddamn... Guh!" Any curse the man intended to finish died in his throat the moment a wet sound reached his ears. Looking down, his gaze met the sight of a coiled sword had riposted through his torso to the guard.

"Sorry, no hard feeling. Just self-defending."

The distorted voice was the last thing the man heard before the great sword was pulled out as the man fell onto his knees. Using his foot, he pushed the body off his sword as the corpse fell backward and created a small pool of its own blood beneath its back.

Flicking the blood on his odd looking sword away, he dismissed the sword and approached the lifeless corpse of the man in church rope. Except for a firearm and a vial of holy water, nothing was useful to him. Oh well, let see what he could savage.

Putting his right hand on the head of the corpse, glimpse of ashen light escaped his palm before the corpse as well as all the spilled blood dissolved into a dull grey fog, with a little black sprite and a pocket-size humanoid figure were all remained.

A barely audible chuckle escaped his lips. While his question about the sun was still unanswered, this was still amusing enough for today.

(End chapter)

Author's note: Thank you Solita Belle for the beta. The poem at the start is the modification of the chorus of 'Bad Apple'. Anyway, the lore of Dark Souls universe is really awesome as it has near limitless potential, even though it can also be confusing as hell.