Dunno, felt like doing some Dark Souls II today, haven't uploaded anything for a while, I'm sorry! And Warrior Cats will come eventually, just... meh not now, gonna take some time.
Yeah that's it for now
Dark Souls doesn't belong to me.
And yeah, enjoy
Soul Of A Nameless Soldier
He was finished.
Out of breath, Estus and hope.
Surrounded by soldiers gone hollow long ago he knew he would join soon.
Gripping his halberd tighter and supporting his weight on the stone behind him, he lifted himself up one last time.
The hollows were closing in on him. He had nowhere to run, even if he could find the strength to do so. He was cornered.
"At least I'll have a last view of a beautiful sunset."
He had turned his back on the approaching hollows, watching over the gentle waves of the ocean, gilded by the last rays of the setting sun.
"I'm sorry, old friend." The warrior whispered lowly.
"But I can't keep that promise after all."
Because in the end, he was never meant to change fate.
He didn't manage to save himself, how was he supposed to change the world? To break the curse?
He wasn't.
Because in the end, he never was the chosen undead.
He neither found the King.
Nor the great ones.
Couldn't even leave this god forsaken fort.
And none of his questions has been answered.
Fate remained untouchable, unchangeable.
And his fate was to fail his comrades, his friends and himself.
His eyes gazed fell on the small pendant around his neck.
He took it in his free hand to hold it closer to his chest.
"I'll be waiting for you, if you ever come by."
He closed his eyes as the hollow behind him raised its axe.
"And I'm sorry for that."
And the axe came down.
Because in the end, he never was a hero.
Just another lost soul in the land of the undead.
Forgotten as yet another Nameless Soldier.