Author's Note: Soooo...hey y'all, what's up? This here is my novelization of the events of the DD: Dark Arisen storyline. I played through it, and I felt that I just had to write this. It was just simmering in my head, had to let it out. I'd say that I'm surprised a game as incredibly popular as Dragon's Dogma has so few fanfictions, but I sorta understand why. I believe it may have something to do with how it ends...or rather, how it doesn't end. The game says it; it's all a grand cycle. No real beginning, no real end. Up until you stab yourself, but that's hardly a good way to end a game. I assume most fanfiction writers don't want either of those options; going on forever or being forced to kill your character. But that very issue is the main point of this fanfic!
I won't say any more on the matter, but I think most of you know what I'm talking about. If you love(d) DD: Dark Arisen, then get ready for a heartfelt, action-packed, tragic and thought-provoking story that may or may not actually have a happy ending. We'll have to get there first. Also, unlike a lot of other fanfiction writers out there, I actually know what I'm doing. This isn't a one-off thing I'm doing on a whim. I actually intend on being a writer in the future, so I'm gathering all of the experience I can get. I know how to spell correctly (though I do slip up on this computer every now and again), I know how to pace things, and I know what I wanna do here. Any positive feedback/criticism is much appreciated.
Now then...
Prologue:
"You have been chosen".
So saying, the wyrm prised the heart from my breast.
I was made Arisen: known to the dragon, and bound to hunt it.
It is a fate I embrace. What use have I for a heart left hollow?
In a world without sweet Grette-my mentor, my mother, my beloved...
I live only to see the dragon that claimed her slain.
I will see its scaly hide stripped from bone ere I rest.
...Arisen. Bearer of the dragon's mark. Undying corpse, enjoined to make your will manifest.
If my voice reaches you, heed me well.
The Arisen, the Seneschal, the whole cursed world... All is but an illusion.
A meaningless refrain. A hollow echo... What sense is there in giving one's life for these falsehoods?
I damn them all.
And I will not cease in my destruction until the last senseless cycle is broken, the last bond rent to dust.
I call upon you, wanderer of the abyss. I call upon you, lost and witless human. To you, traveler from a time and place far distant, bearing the selfsame auspice carved upon your breast.
Slave to a broken order... dare you look upon the truth?