Gwyn looked out upon the world from the afterlife as he did he knew things were bad. It had been at least two century since the last rekindling of the flame, but something bad was happening for the world itself was dying. He, as well as the other gods and beings of unfathomable power, knew that nothing could be done to stop it. The world was doomed. Now you may be wondering, "What afterlife? There is no afterlife, after you die your soul takes a physical manifestation and becomes a source of power for others (Someone call Vaati)," which is true. The part of the soul that becomes the physical manifestation is the power the soul had attained during its life, but one's true soul, the part that makes you who you are, is not a part of the physical manifestation but is separated and sent to what is more like an afterlife. The same principle applies to those that sacrifice themselves to rekindle the flame, for the power the soul obtained is what is burned, not the soul itself. There are rare cases where a single being can obtain power to rival the gods, and when these titans of the mortal realm eventually pass away or sacrifice themselves to the First Flame they ascend to an afterlife fitting of their power. Bearers of the Lord Souls for example rule over an entire plain of afterlife, one that's completely bent to their will as well of having the power to travel to other planes at their leisure. This is also where they could become true gods if they had the power to become so. No longer bound by a mortal body the become the embodiment what they were said to have power over. Gwyn after sacrificing himself to keep the flame a light become god of the flame and the sun. He and his fellow gods have ruled over their respective plans for many centuries. Every once and while they got together ether to chat or have a party for no real reason, but right now they had all gathered together once more. Even the Lords of Cinder were there, for they all knew this would be the last meeting they would ever have. Gwyn looked at the gathered group, who were all sitting in a large circle. Gwyn sat down in a spot between Nito, god of Death and Disease control and Seath, Dragon God of Knowledge and Immortality. They both nod at him as he sits down, and he returned the nod.

"Seath my friend have you found a way?" Gwyn asked the dragon in a proud and powerful voice.

"Yes I have, but the cost of which to work the spell will be the end of us all." Seath said in a knowledge filled voice that was full of sadness.

"If I means we can save at least one I am willing to commit myself" Nito said in deep but raspy voice. A cry of agreement was heard from the others around the circle.

"Witch of Izalith, do you have the boy?" Gwyn asked her. Contrary to popular belief, her soul was not completely burnt up by the Chaos Flame, but a small sliver of her soul managed to escape to the afterlife before it was completely used.

"Yes Gwyn, I do have him. I must say, he is quite the child." She said as she slowly rocked a small child wrapped in a blanket in her arms, being the goddess of life it was her job to find a child suitable for this plan.

"Does he bare the curse? Nito asked her.

"He does I am afraid. Are you sure there's nothing you can do to fix this Nito?" She asked him.

"I am afraid not the most I can do is this" Nito said as he waved his hand the boy glowed for a few seconds.

"He can't fall ill or die to disease, but that is all I can do for him." Nito said. The gathered group looked at each other with concern.

"We must do something father, I do not wish to send the last of our people to somewhere only for him to become hollow." Gwyndolin the moon god/goddess said while looking at Gwyn.

"This is quite the problem. Maxwell, how did you prevent yourself from hollowing?" Gwyn asked, looking at the newest Cinder lord.

"It was a process that we do not have time for my lord," Maxwell said, sounding defeated. He then perked up a bit and scavenged in a small bag that he had and pulled something out. "But I was able to reverse the effects. It is not permanent, but it has saved me many times in my adventures." Maxwell said as he tossed the Human Effigy to Gwyn. Gwyn held out his hand and had it float to him.

"Thank you Maxwell." Gwyn said as he examined the object.

"We could create an unlimited supply of these for him, and hope that he doesn't use them all. The only problem is storage of them." Seath said eyeing the effigy as well.

"Father, what if you made the flame his storage? I could grant him access to a smaller scale version of it in the sunlight, therefore making his storage almost everywhere." Gwynevere said, adjusting herself to where she was laying down more than sitting.

"That is quite the idea Gwynevere. Not only can it be opened almost anywhere, but only he would have access to it as well." Seath said as he scratched himself in thought.

"In my travels, I never saw an Undead have trouble carrying things." Maxwell said. "As for myself, I just stored everything in my soul spaces. We could put the effigies in his soul space, and just wait for him to find them." He said. The group all had a collective moment of realization, and a few of them face palmed from how oblivious they'd been.

"Well now that that is solved, is there anything else we should give him?" Gwyn asked.

"Yes, he will need a coiled sword in order to light a proper bonfire. Maxwell, if you would, give him your Estus Flask?" Seath asked. Maxwell tossed Gwyn his flask, which was flawless in condition. Gwyn also created a overwhelming number of effigies and a coiled sword. Handing them over to the Witch of Izalith, Gwyn had the witch store them in the boy's souls spaces.

"I will give him all the spells that we know. He will still need to learn how to use them, but he will still have them." The which said, adding the memories of the spells into his mind.

"Anything else before I begin the spell?" Seath asked. Looking at the gathered group he heard no objections, so he began. One by one, the group started to disappear. As they did, a small vortex started forming, and as they disappeared it got bigger. Soon only The Witch and Seath were all that were left. "When I leave walk through the portal. It will consume you, but the boy will be sent elsewhere." Seath said. As the two disappeared, the Witch kissed the boy on the head and said,

"Goodbye dear child, may you have grand fortune in your future." As she walked through the portal and disappeared, the boy vanished as the portal closed.

A portal opens in a vast wilderness. A small child comes through, and slowly falls to the ground. As he touches the ground, he begins to cry.