The sounds of steel ringing against steel. Fires burning torches to ashes in their racks. Bodies, withered husks of the human form, drop to the ground and burst into thousands of flickering lights only to be absorbed into my being. I feel the power flow into me, the life of those i have killed, and will kill again in an endless cycle until my mission, my goal, my purpose is fulfilled. I have no spoken name, none that another may know.

Only the goal presented to me on that day. When a knight with hope, who sought to be a part of destiny, hoped that maybe by freeing another destiny would come to him. It did not on that day, instead it found me. I escaped that prison, slaughtered the colossal demon that wandered the halls of the prison as its jailer and made my way to the desolate cliff beyond.

There the Crow took me. Delivered me to the land of Ancient Lords. It began so long ago, in the time of legends. Four souls, three of light and one of dark. The light drove back the bleak fog of the world before time, but with light came the dark.

That dark lives on within me to this day. For it was not the plan of the one of the Dark Soul to be the only one. No. He instead used his power wisely. Separating his soul among humanity. For that is what we call it these days: Humanity.

I have heard the words of the serpents. One tells me to seek the light, to keep the torch of Fire lit longer to preserve this world. The other, opposite, to crush the fading light of a dying torch beneath my boot and be at the forefront of the Dark.

I don't know what I shall choose. How can I? But at this time, as I sit in front of this dwindling flame that licks at the ancient blade of a sword, I feel at peace. This world is by no means safe, but for the time it is mine.

I shall know my choice when the time comes, I suppose. Until then, I shall grow in power, defeating cursed ones and snarling beasts until i grow strong enough to face my true enemies.

Never in the dreams of my youth did I imagine I would end up here. In the gallant halls of our Great Lord, the arches towering above me. But, I digress.

You have asked me what it was like, Firekeeper, to be the Chosen. And now, I have told you. Thank you for the warmth of your flame. I shall return, if fortune finds me in my quest. If not, I pray that whatever is left of me after all of this does you no harm.

Good day to you, Keeper of the Fire.

Just a little thing I came up with last night before bed. Been playing Dark Souls the past couple weeks and had sudden inspiration after a cup of Jasmine tea(it's my favorite ^-^). To my dear fans, what few of you remain, do note that I'm still working on Fallout: The Journey Forward, and have another project in the making. Progress might be a bit slow, gashed my arm today and not sure if it needs stitches.

This has been Relks the Disturbed, bringing you a touch of Darkness.