AN: another Random story I'm going to write because I can never Keep my brain on track.
The Familiar of Chaos
Chapter One: The Disciple Of Chaos
A Lone Figure sits at the shrine Bonfire, her Chaos Zwei-Hander at her side and her Chaos Longsword in its scabbard, the flames of the Chaos within her weapons burning on their blades like wild fires in the night, unrelenting and brutal, bright like torches that never lose their flame. Her left hand burning with the cursed black flame of the Abyss, her right hand containing the Chaos fire whip, a dancing flame that melts all that it touches.
Sighing, the figure closed her eyes behind the Knight helmet she adorned. Sleeping under the cool light of the Bonfire and letting it fill her with its light and replenishing her vitality and stamina. Slowly, she subconsciously lifted a soul of a great hero from her pack and held it in front of her. She refused to become a hollow and devour the souls of soldiers and lost humans like so many of her kin had.
Quelana had taught her not to succumb to the temptations like the hollow men, instead keep to a path of sanity and some honor in these dark times. The pyromancer put the soul back in to her pack and slowly rose from the bonfire to use the lord Vessel to travel to Oolacile and defeat the Abyss walker once and for all. She had failed the previous battle to end his suffering. This time she WILL succeed or become hollow.
SCENE CHANGE-
the Pyromancer knight stood in front of the fog wall, contemplating the outcome of what could be her final battle, slowly she walked through the fog wall and was greeted with the horrific sight. A human adorned in black armor, His great sword held over his Shoulder a Shattered image of its former glory, a loose fitting ragged blue cloth hung around the mantle was torn and bloodied, the mans left arm that had once held his shield now torn, broken, and covered with dried streams of blood hangs limply at his side.
The helmet and gaps in his armor were black and leaking with the putrid mist of the Abyss, his face couldn't be seen but by the monstrous howls of pain and the sound of terror in the distorted voice one could guess how his face was contorted by the Abyss. Artorias howled again and started toward the Pyromancer. She took her stance with her Zwei-Hander as her heart filled with grief of this once pure and brave warrior. Tears streamed down her face, she breathe in forced and long breaths as the creature raised the tainted great sword and leaped through the air with it's surprising agility.
She rolled to the side as the great sword split air and stone, boiling hot shards of stone hammered at the pyromancer's Knight armor as she took the offensive. She used all of her strength to swing the ultra-great sword but narrowly missed as Artorias ducked under the swing. The Chaos flame imbued into the Zwei-Hander burned and melted the helmet as it passed over, as the Zwei-Hander hit the ground lava and stone splashed, she released her left hand and swiftly pulled her long sword from her right hip and slashed the shoulder plating. The blades tip ripped through the metal, turning it molten and searing the flesh behind it. Artorias howled in pain and fury as he used his broken arm as a whip and struck the Pyromancer in the stomach and sending her flying 15 feet in the air.
She vomited blood onto the closed faceplate of her elite knights helmet, sheathing her long sword she pulled the helmet off and tossed it aside. As she did so she noticed something strange, the stone had turned to grass. Before she could Question it the howl of the Abyss walker pulled her from her thoughts. She looked up as a blast of dark magic tore through her being. She hit the ground screaming and writhing in pain as the abyssal magic burned her armor and skin, immediately she grabbed an estus off her belt and poured it down her throat and the healing effects of the estus took effect.
Artorias charged again, but this time she was ready, the pyromancer rose from the ground and threw her Zwei-Hander to the side and released the Chaos fire whip from her right hand. The searing heat and lava burned the grass and air itself as she lashed out at Artorias. Already in the middle of his strike, Artorias couldn't dodge in time as the whip bashed into him dead center of the chest, the whip came again threw him to the ground.
Again she thew the whip, in a down ward strike, hitting Artorias again and melting through his armor. She didn't stop until Artorias had stopped moving, the Pyromancer slowly approached the fallen warrior, her gold shoulder length hair swept across her face and tears fell freely. "Do not weep for thee, only give thee thy release and redemption for thine failings" Artorias spoke to the Pyromancer in a pained voice fighting the Abyss with the little strength he had left, but with hope sounding from his words. "thy memory shall live on through time, thine worlds Abyss walker" she spoke softly as she unsheathed her long sword and drove it through the Artorias's helmet, burning and melting everything the blade touched. A second later the abyss walker dissipated into white lights that were absorbed into the pyromancer's body and a black sprite was left in the bodies place.
The Pyromancer named Shiala picked up the soul of Artorias and put it in her pack along with all of the other souls she has collected throughout her journey. Shiala looked around as she picked up her Zwei-Hander and flipped it over her back. She saw something that should not have been, instead of a wall there was a group of children, all staring at her either in shock or fear. Most were hiding behind others and a man was in front of the group holding a catalyst raised at her and was speaking in a language she was unfamiliar with.
Magic came forth from the man's catalyst and enveloped her, noticing, Shiala lifted her Zwei-Hander in a defensive stance and the man raised his hands as he spoke... English? "Do not be alarmed! I was just casting a translation spell! We had been trying to speak to you after you slain that...creature and you wouldn't respond." Shiala relaxed her defencive position with the Ultra-great sword a little and asked the sorcerer in a cautious tone "who are you and do you know where this is in Anor Londo?" the man furrowed his brow in confusion "where is this Anor Londo? You are in the Magical Academy of Tristain, on the continent of Halkagania." the students whispered to each other in confusion, "she doesn't know we are in Tristain? Could she be a commoner?" a blonde haired boy asked the girl next to him and she stared at him like he was stupid.
"are you stupid! She used fire magic, strange fire magic but magic non the less!" another student snapped at the blonde hair, "enough!, this has gone on long enough! Louise!" the man shouted and a short pink haired girl standing slightly in front of the group snapped to attention "Y-yes Mr. Colbert!" the girl named Louise Stammered and quickly walked up to Shiala who in response tensed up and gripped her Zwei-Hander with both hands once again but didn't attack. Louise stalled for a second before taking out her own Catalyst and started chanting [you expect me to remember it every time?], when she finished she tapped Shiala's forehead and whispered "please don't be threatened, when I finish the contract I'll answer your questions."
Before Shiala could respond Louise kissed her on the lips and quickly parted from. Blinking, Shiala opened her mouth to ask why but was interrupted by a burning pain on her left hand. She lifted her left hand to see the Ancient writing of the Runes being transcribed. Colbert walked up to her, gently took her hand and started copying the runes. When he was finished he let go of Shiala's hand and nodded, "best get back to class every one," the class dispersed and walked back to the large castle. "when we get back to my room we can ask questions" Louise informed Shiala and started to walk back to the castle as well, Shiala thought it best follow so she walked behind the small sorceress.