Another story for my Dark Souls 3 series, revolving around the Twin Princes, Lothric and Lorian. Keep in mind that this is set before Lothric becomes a Lord of Cinder, so the two are in a 'somewhat' better condition.

Lorian's POV

I remember so many years ago when my dear mother and father told me that I would soon be granted someone to call my kin. I was overjoyed at the time, and constantly found myself walking the castle halls at night. Emma usually awaited my in the chapel below, and we would both laugh and talk into the wee hours of the morning. Then, slowly but surely, I soon found myself left alone in favor of the baby. Everyone was always much to busy to spend any time with me at all, even my Father could no longer work in my sword training to his schedule.

I found myself loathing the baby's arrival, trying to find some way to amuse myself until it came to pass. There would be times that I would go down onto the high wall, to see how the peasants fared, but it never truly interested me. My father's garden was always empty, so it amazed me how so many plants were in there. It was always nice and quiet, a place I could run to, if just to escape the noise of the castle. It was here I spent most of my days

That is...until I met my baby brother, Lothric. I was almost positive I would despise the small thing, but when I set my eyes upon him, I couldn't help but feel a connection. He was of my flesh...of my blood, there was no way I could hate him. I swore to myself I would always protect my brother, no matter what.

Over the years I tried to teach him swordplay, but discovered he was more magically attuned, something of which I had little knowledge. As such, my mother found herself teaching little Lothric. Father and I resumed our usual training, but I now fought with more vigor and passion, for the sake of defending my brother. There would be nights where the castle would be awoken by my brother's screams of unrivaled terror. He always said it was a dream, a dream that was almost constant at this point.

It all began the same way, every time. Lothric found himself walking across a barren landscape, and finally saw a source of light ahead. It was a small fire with a sword stuck in it. Lothric would reach out to touch the sword, and found himself engulfed in flames, then, four more bodies appeared, also scorched. A massive blob like creature, a giant, a warrior in armor unlike any seen before, and a small little man, with no legs. It was always at this point he woke.

As the dreams became more frequent, so did our concern for them. What did they mean? Were they some kind of oracle? A look into the future, perhaps? It didn't matter to me, all that mattered was that I keep him safe, whatever fate he must face. Alas, the years went on, and I found that my connection with Lothric...was not as I thought it was.

I had thought it a connection because of our blood, but as Lothric grew older, so did my connection...no...so did my lust for him as well. I found myself in my brother's room many a times in the night, if only to be close to him, to touch him, and hoped he never woke. Long were the nights I dreamt of my brother, squirming beneath me, breathlessly whispering my name. It was ironic...in a sense, I vowed to protect my brother from anything..and now that included even mineself.

I opened my eyes slowly, looking around in the bath house, the bubbles were starting to fade, which was fine...I had already relieved myself anyway. I slowly rose from the bath water and made my way up to my room, draped in nothing but a towel, I paused by Lothric's door, half tempted to go in, but decided against it and went on my way.

Then the screaming started...

So what do you think? I'll have chapter two up once this chapter gets five reviews my loyal fans~ Until next time~