Ello there everybody I hope you like this new fic, because I think I will l enjoy it quite a bit so yeah hopes you enjoy.

The opening is the same as Archangel and his story Silent Ash, as he gave me permission to use his opening, so please go and check his story out as it is great anyway please sit back and enjoy the story, and the ending is the end of fire ending, which should be obvious


Chapter 1: The end of the Age of Fire

Fire…chaos…death that's all that surrounded the Ashen One as he stares down the amalgamation of the Lords of Cinder, A fiery being in burning armor carried the coiled swords of embers that shared no pain or a sherd of emotion. The Ashen One unsteadily rises on his feet from where he had fallen and holding his swords high at eye level and out towards the Lord, eyes narrowing behind the slit of his armour, the Ashen One, with all his might he shouts with a mighty battle cry, charging towards the Lord of Cinder as it did the same, If one were to look out upon the arena these two fought in, you'd find a wasteland. Ash covered ground, jagged rocks, piles of bones, broken weapons, and mountains of bygone ages. However, most horrifying, but at the same time most beautiful, is the eclipsed sun hanging over all that cast it's angry over the battlefield while seemingly too drip away in a constant stream into the horizon.

It was under all this that the Ashen One and Lord of Cinder fighting, struggling, and enduring to overcome the other. As they neared each other, the Ashen One jumps into the air, both his swords pulled back for a forward thrust, as the Lord swings his blade forward, trying to cleave it's his opponent in half. Suddenly the Lord of Cinder felt a light dissipated to reveal the Ashen One, badly burnt with his blades thrust through the throat of the Lord who had its own blade extended past its intended target. With a sickening twist, the Ashen One decapitated the weakened Lord of Cinder with a muffled growl and jumped off the corps as it fell to the ground, nothing more than a pile of armor and flesh. Landing in a heap of ash, the Ashen One pushes himself to his ground, planting both swords as support, he turns his head slightly and watches the body of the Lord of Cinder turn to ash in the wind as its immense soul fled to take refuge in his own body.

It was over, and soon so would his journey. Turning his gaze upon the bonfire, the Ashen One felt a flicker or confliction, but only a flicker. Knowing what he had to do, the Ashen One painfully pushed himself to his feet and limped his flame through the rune, a white glow encompassed the area, forcing the Ashen One to raise a hand to block the light as a figure rose from the ground. As the light faded away, the Ashen One let his hand fall and came face to face with one of the few good things in his cruel existence.

Smiling softly at the warrior in front of her, the Firekeeper bows her head towards her new Lord before slowly walking to the bonfire. Descending to her knees, the Firekeeper stoops low and takes the last flame into her hand and cradled it carefully in her hands, light dancing off the tiara she wore over her eyes. Knowing her now silent companion would blame himself for what he was forcing her to do, the Firekeeper spoke words of comfort, The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will shortly settle, but one-day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by Lords past." As all noises ceased to exist upon the scarred battlefield, the Firekeeper asked one final question while grazing into what was left of the First Flame, "Ashen One, hearest thou my voice, still."

Hearing the question, the Ashen One Stood before the Firekeeper and turned around before sinking his blood-soaked blades into the ground in the shape of a X into the ashen earth, forever the watcher of the Kiln of the First Flame, throughout the darkness that is sure to come. And come it did. Quickly, the land became black as fire was taken from the world. The eclipsed sun turned from burning orange to a gloomy grey, shrouding the world in darkness after a near endless age of fire

Back at Fire-link Shrine, everyone gathered around the forms that knelt by the bonfire. Eventually the one of the figures moved causing most everyone to stand with bated breath. The Ashen one stood with his head bowed, turned to face down the hallway leading to Andre's forge and grasping one of his swords, with both of his hand in front of him with the point pressed against the ground. With the sound of rapidly forming ice, the Ashen One turned to stone. Behind him, the Firekeeper stands up and walks towards the others, successfully extinguishing the first flame, ending the cycle of death and rebirth for a very long time.

As silence fills the room, it is broken by Greirat taking his hood off and scratching his head "What in the name of the old gods just happened?"

The ancient Shrine Handmaiden pointed a bony finger at the barren bonfire where the Ashen One once stood "The Flame is fading, and with it this world. We, along with everything else in this accursed realm, will fade into distant memory, then myths then nothing, and that is for the best."

Patches has a look for horror and shouts out in rage, "WHAT THE HELL? I NEVER SAID I WANTED TO DIE!"

The Handmaiden turns and hobbles back to her chair while talking over her shoulder, "Let this age fade form memory, and so the new one may rise from the ashes and begin anew. It has happened before and it will happen again, and I will be the last person to stand in it's way. You've had your trickster, now settle down and enjoy what time you have left." With that said she sat down in her chair with a sigh and fell asleep.

Irina furrowed her brow in worry from where she stood, holding onto Andre's arm due to the fact that he led her to the bonfire, "We can't just leave him hear," she turned to 'look' at Andre, "He deserves more than that."

Andre nods his head as he led her to sit on the steps, "Aye, I will begin working to seal Firelink. By the time I finish it will be his tomb as well as ours if each of ye' wish to be so." With that he trudged back to his forge and began preparations too seal each section of Firelink.

But before he continues he stops to the Firekeeper "Now with ye' duty complete, what will ye' do?"

The Firekeeper stares at Andre blankly not knowing how to answer, but she remembers the conversation that she and the Ashen One had, "I will leave the Shrine and live my life out, he told me before we left the First Flame, he wants me to live in peace."

Andre nods his head, and continues on to his forge to seal the shrine for good.

A loud sigh draws the others to Cornyx as he rolls his neck, "Well Karla my dear, you, Orbeck, Irina, and I have our work cut out for us.

Karla dusts off her hat and runs her fingers through her hair to get some tangles out, "What do you mean old man?"

Before he could answer, Irina looks up from where she has been praying, "You wish to use our spells to seal the tomb along with Master Andre , don't you Cornyx"

From the back of the shrine everyone hears Andre yell out "I ain't nobody's master Lady Irina, I've told you before."

Cornyx nods his head, electing to ignore the blacksmith, "Yes I do young Irina. If the Handmaiden says is true, then all the Miracles will be lost and no one will know the tales. That makes them the perfect way to seal the tomb against magic. Karla, Orbeck, and I will place traps to keep people out just in case something happens." With a final nod, each mage went their separate ways, (Orbeck led Irina to her place in Firelink leaving Greirat and Patches standing there alone.

Giving his companion a look, Greirat smirked under his hood, "We might as well do our part. No tomb wouldn't be complete without something valuable to seal inside, aren't I correct?" He jerked his head towards the door, "How about you and I go on more thieving run and see how much we can find aye?"

Patches pretends to be annoyed, "Very well you sneak thief, I'll come along." He then smirks, "After all, just because is mostly gone doesn't mean all the monsters are and someone has got to watch your greedy back." With a chuckle, the terrible duo jogged out of Firelink for one last heist.

So they all went about their duties. Andre begins sealing up Firelink once Patches and Greirat returned. The magic users of the shrine cast spells and enchantments, effectively sealing the shrine turned tomb from the rest, never to awaken… excepted for one. The form of the Ashen One remained ever vigilant over the Shrine awaiting the day that something were to threaten his charge.

Thus, it was so. For decades, and centuries the tomb was left unscathed. Within the Ashen One guarding the shrine from those who wish to restart the fire linking curse, its watchful guardian remained in various forms of rest. After all, ash seeketh embers, and embers seeketh ash.

Alright here is the op chapter to the Re: Zero cross Dark Souls fanfic and before u all type u stole this from Archangel Writings, he has allowed me to use the op, and he will comment to attest to that statement, so please Review and Fav thanks.

Also I'm having a hard time deciding this, is the Jealous Witch Magic stronger than the Undead Curse or the Dark Sign, Part of me says that the Dark Sign is a little bit stronger, but other parts are saying the Witch is stronger, please comment on what you think