Dark Souls
I've been on this road for three months, by the orders of the king. I am to find the lady titled The Teller. She lives in the East, in a small, unnamed, town. After finally arriving in the village, I decided to rest at the inn. To my surprise, I found The Teller sitting at the Front Desk. I approached her. "Excuse me, would you happen to be the one they call The Teller?" She had a hood covering her face, showing only her purple hair and red eyes. "Who would happen to be the one asking?" she asked me. I responded, telling her that I was sent by a King of the West. "Please, have a seat, man of the west". She poured me a cup of water and continued talking. "Would this man's name happen to be Oración? If so, then I suppose that you have come to listen to the tale of the Age of Fire?" Shocked, I told her she was right and that I did come to listen to the tale.
"Of course" she responded. "After all, many people would like to learn the full truth of those times. Fine, I shall begin."
Intro
In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons. But then there was Fire. And with Fire came Disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then, from the Dark, They came and found the Souls of Lords within the flames. Nito, the first of the dead, The Witch of Izalith, and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights, and the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten. With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The witches weaved great firestorms. Nito, unleashed a miasma of death and disease and Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more.
Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon, the Flames will fade, and only dark will remain. Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.