Author's note: If you don't know who Felicia is I suggest going to the Shrine of Amana or watching a play-through of the area by someone else.
I suggest 'EpicNameBro', he worked on the strategy guide for the Dark souls 2 as well as being quite a good player.
Felicia enjoyed the singing, It soothed her the same way it would a child for she was a child at her heart...and unfortunately her mind also. She had long ago settled down by the Shrine of Amana as much as a wandering undead could settle down.
She had failed to think about how the adversaries of the area were Casters of Missile magics and she was solely Melee oriented, She had also failed to take this into account when faced by fungus creatures whose retched spores corroded those within close proximity. Never the less, this is where she offered her services to others, placing her soapstone on the ground, proudly presenting her self awarded title...
Felicia The Brave.
Thanks to her limited vocabulary this was what she considered Good.
When she was not listening to the Milfanito's song she was either attempting to venture deeper into the shrine in order to find the demon that dwelt there or assisting others in their conquest, But she did not seek to defeat the creature but instead be comforted by its voice, This is of course because she had a very loose grasp of art of deception and felt no unease at the fact the creatures title was 'Demon of Song', ignoring the first half and focusing on the second, for surely anything with a title that ends with '-of song' would certainly sate her hunger for sweet tunes.
She had yet to reach the demon, Thanks to the nature of the ground she would usually drown whilst trying to reach the Clerics all the while being pelted by their missiles, even when she did reach the castors the reptile undead would become agitated and attack her from behind.
When she was summoned to another's world she would try to follow them along the safe ground, which they could see through the dark waters thanks to their torch and which she could not because she never bothered to light her torch. When she saw an enemy she would rush ahead either drowning, dying to the missiles or other times to the corroding aura of the fungi.
When she returned to her own world she would always forget the route her ally had taken and the strategy the had used for each differing type of enemy
But she held strong and continued to answer summons when she was called upon and attempting to help her fellow wanderers as much as an enthusiastic piece of armor with legs can.
Her motivation in her un-life was unlike many others but still just as arbitrary as some, she wished to hear every melody the ruined world had to offer. It was a simple want but it was impossible enough to prevent the Hollowing process from completely taking her.
Though she died often she was fortunately able to use Human effigies, even if it had involved her trying to eat a few before she realized how to use them, realization was a rare thing for Felicia and so she was quite proud whenever she learned a new way to make her living death easier.
Enough Fan-canon, on with the story.
Shrine of Amana
Felicia sat as close to the Milfanito's dwelling as she could without interrupting her song. Though her summon sign was further down the path this is where she spent her time, waiting for those she could help help her reach the Demon of Song.
The last person to employ her help had been a man carrying a a great sword and Drangleic shield, she could not tell what armor he wore since she never took the time to read the labels that all the objects in Drangleic had, reading hurt her head to much.
The man had summoned her while one of the Archdrake warriors was beating at his shield, Felicia span in a circle once, twice, thrice times before she remembered how to walk and moved to assist her fellow.
Once the enemy was felled her fellow undead looked at her with apprehension.
He left the dwelling and was immediately assaulted by missile spells, Felicia close behind. She noticed the sorcerers further up the path and moved all jittery like as she tried to get past her fellow and at the enemy, fortunately for her the Great-sword wielder had already killed many of the reptile undead and so while she was struggling to get past him their would be no unpleasant surprises.
The man rolled out of the way of a projectile, allowing it to hit her directly in her chest, she ignored the pain and seized the chance to dash past her ally and run at the nearest sorcerer, I am using the terms 'dash' and 'run' as loosely as possible since Felicia found that the only way her clumsy form was useful was as a brute force and so wore very heavy armors.
She ran at the priestesses only to find that a deep trench in the water blocked her path, she gave up almost instantly and returned to her ally who was stood on a piece of un-submerged path and had switched to a crossbow, which he may or may not have been sufficiently dexterous to use.
She stood there in awe with her back to the enemy as she watched her ally use strategy, something she had never before thought to use herself.
The undead she was 'helping' did not seem very familiar with the crossbow and so missed quite often. She turned quickly and resumed attempting to reach the priestesses, this time she was thwarted by a reptile undead who was suppressed beneath the waters surface by the 'Little ones' as the Milfanito called them.
It pounced upon her and clutched at her body with its clawed paws, hardly injuring her but making her flinch away before she stabbed her lance into the creatures hunched back from above and then again, watching the creature dissolve into death, knowing all to well it would return once she was finished in this world.
She turned around just in time to see her ally roll off of the safe path and into a trench beneath the water, once she had heard his groan that signaled his death she felt herself being tugged at by her own world, calling her back, but not before one last missile struck her in the back to add injury to insult.
Sometime Later
After venting her anger on some of the reptilian undead, one fungus and many boxes. Felicia remembered when she had just settled near the shrine for the first time, she would regularly check on her summon sign, It was still there as it always was, she kept forgetting that for some reason it was permanent whereas when she had been summoned before there had sometimes been other phantoms who summon signs were temporary.
Perhaps it was because she remained near her Summon sign or perhaps it was something else, she had little in the way of intelligence and so could only form vague theories as to why this was so. This coupled with the fact that like the Milfanito she had little knowledge of the world beyond the Shrine thanks to her degrading memory.
She sat on the stairs leading down to the hut and listened to the Milfanito's Smooth & Silky voice as she eased her grip on her lance and shield and leaned against the outer wall of the stairwell, the little ones dancing across her armor.
The Archdrake below had just noticed her when she felt a tugging sensation at the center of her being. She allowed the darkness and fog to envelope her, instinctively gripping onto her lance and shield as she now stood on top of her summon sign, a grey/white aura clinging to her form.
She looked around the interior of the building and saw nothing but the cadaver of a fallen Archdrake. The one who summoned her must still be near by since she had almost instantly answered the call.
She span in a circle only once and then managed to path her way out the door to find a figure who would have blended into the murky shallows if not for the Drangleic insignia on the shield on their back and the glint of their rapier's blade.
They blended in so well since they were wearing the tattered cloak and hood that Felicia had found herself wearing when she woke up back near the entrance to the land.
As Felicia ran up behind the figure, making quite the ruckus, they turned to look at her.
The undead had once been a man but like many others they were only undead now, gender no longer mattered to these damned beings for the most part. The Rapier wielder had very pale skin, possibly because they had decided to wear the same hood as when they started their journey.
Compared to Felicia's last ally, even though they carried the same shield, this one had lighter armor and wielded a rapier and a dagger. Felicia was not smart enough to think of this but another difference was that this undead had already defeated the sorcerers from range but left the reptilian undead un-agitated.
The undead moved on, giving nothing resembling a greeting as Felicia was used to. He walked past the first reptile undead without a second thought, Felicia quickly engaged it as to save him from a surprise attack but unknown to her the undead had purposefully left the enemy unmolested, knowing that Felicia would do a good enough job of that.
After all, she did have a reputation among the undead who traversed the shrine regularly, in search of Twinkling Titanite, for being brash and quick to target any and all adversaries.
When she had dealt with the reptile undead she was surprised to see that her ally had already defeated the next one just as quickly, having now equipped his shield in his left and his rapier in his right.
He then once again deftly changed weapons so that now he held a bow in his oh so dexterous hands. Felicia followed after him and watched as he took up the same position as the crossbow wielder had.
She did as she had before, since she hardly ever learned, and went to engage the reptile undead in the shallows ahead, all the while being pelted by missile magics. She finished her foe and turned at the sound of strained wood and twining to see her fellow undead loosing arrows at the nearest of the castors. The sorcerer fell within a handful of arrows but that did not prevent their missiles from striking Felicia in the back as a farewell.
The bow wielding undead looked at her with confusion and worry, contemplating If she had somehow lost her mind without going hollow. A second missile to the back finally reminded her that there were other enemies to be had at. Her ally dispatched the second sorcerer and then loosed a single arrow at both Archdrake warriors standing guard over the third.
They made their way through the shallows, knowing well the lay of the land, and the first one that reached Felicia caught her in the side since she stood in awe at how her ally's hands held the bow and used it with such accuracy, Even though she had been hit it was only when her ally switched to his dagger and rapier that she turned around to see that the second Archdrake warrior had him in their sights.
She dispatched of the one that had chosen to attack her with five or so thrusts of her lance and saw a similar result for her ally though he wielded two weapons. She then ran past her fellow undead, disregarding her own safety and attacked the remaining sorcerer, killing her before the rapier wielding undead caught up.
He stopped in front of her and simply looked at her, she looked back at him also. He had employed her assistance before, and knew fully well how much of a simpleton she was, Despite this her stupidity still managed to amaze him, though her strength amazed him more.
There was little in the way of entertainment for an undead, so they clutched to what ever respite from the serious nature of their situation.
He put on his head the helm of one of their fallen enemies. Felicia watched as he equipped the Archdrake pole-arm also and took a couple of playful swings at her, all the blows hit her on her shield and even if they hadn't they would not have done any harm
She chuckled, the way that all undead do, at the play fighting.
She then pulled back her lance as if to take a stab at him, to which the undead before her quickly shook his hand in front of him whilst taking the helm off, signalling that even if she could cause him no harm he did not wish to be hit by her.
She followed him over to the fog gate and watched him open it by thrusting his hand into it. Felicia had made it to the gate many times with other allies but only sometimes had she made it through, the problem being that her one strength, her durability, was negated by the Fungi creatures' spores.
Before she ran ahead to attack the first of the creatures as she usually would, movement from her companion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention
Author's note: I wonder how many times I have used the word undead in this story. Don't try counting, I am sure you have better things to do like review this piece of fan-canon as honestly and harshly as humanly possible.
I must say I did enjoy writing this first chapter. The reason I left it on a cliff hanger is not to make people read the next one but instead to make sure I finish the story.
Hope you liked it, if not sorry for wasting your time.
Continue on your way-
-NathanEryk