This was it, the finale showdown. It was just ol Gwyn left in the kiln now. He had put a stop to Nito raising a skeleton army, mercifully put an end to the witch of Izalith and her daughters corrupted existence and even killed Seath and stopped his twisted experiments all well collecting the great souls Frampt never stopped prattling on about. The chosen undead was standing out front the fog gate that would end his journey once and for all, what ever that meant. From the start he had been confused about the whole ordeal, hell all he had to go on was a family saying about ringing some bells given to him by some random dying knight in the asylum and things only got more confusing after ringing them.

When Frampt appeared at firelink shrine and started preaching on about some old gods and killing them and some other shit, the chosen undead was trying to figure out if the giant snake man thing had a mustache or not and by the time he had decided that it was in fact a mustache Frampt was nearing the end of his speech and all he caught was something about that stupid gate to Anor londo being gone. So seeing as how he'd killed most of the things in the area he tried his hand at Anor Londo to the same end. Eventually getting the lord vessel after messing around he found himself once again talking to Frampt and from there he made his way to the fallen gods, killed them and brought them to the kiln so he could mess up the douche who caused this whole shit show. Gwyn. Though the Chosen undead had always kinda had his own agenda throughout his ventures in Lordran it always ended with him continuing on this path.

After taking the better part of half a millennium to get here and never really stopping to think about what he was doing the chosen undead did what he did best and just pushed on through the fog gate with no real reason why or having any sort of plan. As soon as he was all the way through the fog gate The chosen undead was assaulted by ash and scorching hot air and then by the 15 foot man with a flaming greatsword who just jumped 20 feet to get at him.

Quickly rolling underneath a swing that would have cut him in half at the waist the chosen undead let louse a fireball that impacted the back of Gwyns head. Having apparently only made the hallowed lord Gwyn more infuriated the chosen undead had to scramble to avoid the next oncoming strikes. For such a massive blade Gwyn could swing it around like it weighed nothing. Blocking an over head strike that would have cleaved him in two and deflecting it to the side causing Gwyn to lose his balance and stumble onto one knee, seeing his opportunity the chosen undead dashed right up to Gwyn and stabbed his sword into where his heart should be and started to viciously twist the sword to cause as much damage as he could. Unfortunately for the chosen undead Gwyn was quick to recover from the blow and before he could pull out Gwyn had stabbed him through the abdomen with his flaming sword. The pain was excruciating as Gwyn lifted his sword up with the chosen undead still stuck on its burning end, bringing them face to face. Hardly being able to think through all the pain the chosen undead left his weapon stuck in Gwyns chest and dropped his shield to quickly grabbed onto Gwyns head with his palms against the gods ears and let louse a torrent of flames. All his pyromantic powers where released point blank into Gwyns head to a devastating affect. Flames shot out of Gwyns eyes and mouth and he let loss a terrible shriek before going limp, dropping his sword and the undead stuck on its end to the ground before fallowing it down. Gwyn remained still for a few moment before bursting into white light and fading into the chosen undead who was in the process of removing himself from the still very much there greatsword.

Out of the corner of the chosen undead's eye he saw his prize, the smoldering remains of the first flame. "Here i come" he mumble as he commenced a very painful crawl. "After so long iv finally won, don't know who i beat or what i get but this shit is finally over" He muttered to himself with relief.

Reaching the first flame the chosen undead reached his arm out to light the first flame but right before he made contact with it the kiln burst to life with flames that launched him across the room, slamming him against a pillar. As his consciousness started leaving him he felt himself starting to get summoned. "Hehehe..." He managed to think before it all went dark.

Emerald Forest

"NOT ANOTHER PRISM STONE." The chosen undead screamed as he shot into a sitting possession and frantically started patting his stomach looking for the stab wound. Feeling nothing he finally looked around himself and what he saw caused his jaw to go slack. He was in a grassy area... surrounded by trees. "HOLY SHIT IM IN A FOREST" The chosen undead shouted gleefully, jumping to his feet the chosen undead started forwards but suddenly froze. "This has gotta be a trap" He thought, looking around the ground he was sad to see that his sword and shield were not anywhere to be seen. I was in the kiln. I think i died." But it all feels so real. The grass looked just so green and the trees, by the gods the trees where an equally green green. The sky was so blue and the air smelt and tasted so pure. "An illusion maybe?"

"Fuck it, if this is an illusion its a great one"The chosen said with a grin as he reached his hand up and pulled down his hood briefly to take a deep breath before lifting it back up. "Dear gods the sunlight is even warm." He thought with a big grin on his face. Looking down at himself he looked once again at where he had been stabbed, his robes didn't even have a hole in them, he know his gold hemmed robes had been worn by basically a god but self repairing wasn't one of their functions. "What ever, all that ends well is well." he chuckled as he got to work looking around this new fantastic environment. "Way better then a prism stone."

Beacon Academy

Opzin sat at his desk looking over some new footage captured from the surveillance cameras he had just set up for the initiation test and to say he was stumped would be putting it lightly. He had watched the video several times now and still couldn't really say for certain what was going on.

The video starts of with an image of an average clearing in the emerald forest when suddenly a dull orange glow appeared along side some embers that drifted through the aid for a few seconds then dissipated as soon as it came with the only difference being a black pile that was now on the ground. All of a sudden the black lump shoots up and for the first time you can make out the shape of a person who was wearing pitch black robes. Patting himself down he gets up and begins walking in circles talking to himself when suddenly he reaches up and takes his hood off. Opzin had never seen so many scars. He was bald but not by nature. There where claw marks, of many sizes all over his skull and face. There where scars over scars to the point where Opzin didn't believe there was any natural flesh left on his face. Zooming in he could see more clearly, not just claw marks but burns and marks made by blades, his eyes where also a very unsettling color, pitch black. He should be blind with all the damage but he was obviously looking around himself. Putting his hood back on the robed person just walks off in a random direction. The next 3 hours of video feed is him just standing with his arm up in the air staring at the sun. By all reports he was still there.

"Can i trust you to find our new... guest" Opzin asks calmly. "Of course Opzin ill deal with it right away" Glynda replies ever faithful.