So to start off; thank you for reading this story. We're just going to jump right into this; so shall we?
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An asylum forgotten by the kingdom; standing atop a mountain with no escape. Cells are filled, the occupants cramped inside, but for them, the feeling is non-existent. Undead line the halls in this retched asylum, mindlessly wandering around with no purpose in their mind. Each of the cell bars are horribly rusted to almost uselessness. All is almost quiet except for the mindless moans of the undead, and the far off banter of three individuals.
"What are you doing?"
John turned around to look at Lion.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"That's why I asked the damn question, so please elaborate on what it was."
"I doubt you're even smart enough to know what elaborate means."
"What do you mean I'm not smart enough."
A loud, but somewhat soft deep voice erupted from the cell farthest down the hall.
"It's exactly what I mean Lion, you hardy posses the intelligence to even fathom why we're all here."
The quirky response was said, and with quite the accent of that of royalty.
"Can you guys just shut your traps for just one moment while I try and get some sleep?"
The last voice was the quietist of all the voices, but also the deepest of the three.
The banter continued on for the next few minutes, but was stopped by the sound of metal clanking, and above the three, a knight in shining armor appeared to them.
Everything was still silent. The knight was looking down towards them and them towards him. Before anything could be said, the knight rolled a body down through the hole in the roof, and into the small cell.
The three stared at the body, and back up at the knight. He shook his head as if he accomplished a great task, and disappeared from their sight.
When two of them looked back at the body, Lion was seen already searching over the body.
"What in the name of Gwen are you doing?" Christopher said, with a baffled expression.
"Bad habits friend." Lion stood up and swung a key around his finger. "But these bad habits just got us a ticket out of here."
Both John and Christopher leaned closer to the key before Lion swung it towards the door and slid it into the key hole.
"What do you think is outside of here, I mean in these halls?" Christopher turned to John and asked him.
"Christopher; I am the last person you want to ask this. I've been here way too long to even think of what's out of here. Lion would have a better understanding out there."
Christopher turned his head towards Lion who was pushing open the gate into the hallway.
"Don't ask me. I only worked on the graves. The only time I was ever in this place was in that cell when I fell into it when the roof collapsed and made that hole."
Before Christopher could ask another question, the other two were already on their feet and walking out the door.
The hallway was empty, but they could see the arms of the other undead reaching out from their cells.
"This place is filthy, and it smells…never mind. I forgot how to smell."
Lion placed his hand on Christopher's shoulder. "It seems you also forgot to put on a shirt."
Christopher started to feel over his body and noticed that he was indeed missing his shirt.
He looked over at both Lion and John and noticed that Lion was also shirtless, but John was in a full set of knight armor.
"What happened to my shirt?" He asked the two. "And what happened to yours?"
Lion threw his hand over his shoulder towards John. "I gave mine since John said he was cold, but was still cold after having two shirts. So then I took yours as well."
Christopher had a look of confusion and anger across his face as he looked at John who was now climbing a ladder.
"Get the hell back down here John; right this instant. I want my damn shirt back!"
John didn't climb back down the ladder but instead kept climbing up it.
Christopher looked at Lion who looked up the hole that John and back at Christopher. He shrugged his shoulders.
"If the man can't lead the horse to water, then let the horse lead the man."
"What the hell does that even mean?"
The two then began to climb the ladder up to where John was. When they reached the top they saw John looking forward with his mouth agape. They stood up next to John and shared the same reaction as they looked at the large pair of rusted iron doors in front of them.
Lion leaned over to John and whispered to him. "What do you think is on the other side of those doors?"
John whispered back. "I have no idea."
They both smiled and ran towards the door and started to push it open. While the two were doing that, Christopher was over at a nearby gateway picking at a lock and talking by himself.
"Yes Christopher Rockensfar Cornelius, you may be royalty, but you will not lower yourself to their idiocy."
He opened the door when suddenly he felt a large shake happen, and he fell back from the door as it opened up. He looked around and noticed that the large door where the other two were currently at had slammed shut and locked the other two inside.
"Well those two are certainly the idiots in this situation."
He walked through the gateway and up a staircase to an open area. He looked around and decided to walk up the other flight of stairs. As he was walking up the stairs, he noticed a large dark object slowly starting to roll towards him.
"By the gods…Oh dear."
By the time he noticed, the ball was heading straight towards him, and the only way to dodge it was to fall down the side. He dove out of the way and landed on his side on the staircase and rolled down to the bottom where he started. He groaned out in pain while holding his side.
"God damn that hurt; fuck."
He made his way to his feet while looking up the stairs once again.
"Looks like we can't stop here now can we?"
He made his way back up the stairs and realized that the boulder smashed open a wall across from him. He walked through the door and noticed the knight that gave them the key to their cell was lying on a pile of rubble. He made his way over and kneeled down next to the knight and slightly nudged him. He shook and tilted his head over to Christopher.
"…Oh, you… You're no hollow, eh? Thank goodness… I'm done for, I'm afraid… I'll die soon, and then lose my sanity… I wish to ask something of you… You and I, we're both Undead… Hear me out, will you?"
Christopher took his hand into his own, and shook his head in agreement.
"…Regrettably, I have failed in my mission… But perhaps you can keep the torch lit… There is an old saying in my family… Thou who art Undead, art chosen… In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords… When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the undead thou shalt know… Well, now you know… And I can die with hope in my heart… Oh, one more thing… Here, take these… An Estus Flask, and Undead favorite… oh, and this…"
He pulled out from his pauldron, a single rusted key. Christopher took ahold of the key and stared at it.
"…Now I must bid farewell… I would hate to harm you after death… So, go now… And thank you…"
His arm went limp and his once tilted head fell to the side. Christopher looked at his hand and realized there was no longer a pulse to match his own. He set the knights hand down on the ground and stood up.
"I guess I should tell the other two about this quest."
"There's no need to do that friend."
Christopher turned around to see the two of them standing at the opening.
"We heard it all. We're ready for the adventure as well." John clenched his hand into a fist to show he was ready for anything.
Christopher turned to Lion who was kneeling next to the knight.
"Don't you dare take anything off that man? He does not deserve it!"
Lion held up his hand to stop Christopher.
"I was simply giving him the best we can give him right now."
He ran his hand across the ground and picked up some dirt, he then held it over the knight and sprinkled it on him.
"It's the best we got right now. Now I remember he gave you a sort of flask and a large key correct?"
Christopher shook his head on pulled out the flasks and gave them to the both of them.
"What did you guys encounter behind that door?" He asked.
The two of them smiled.
"Oh just the guard of this place. Oh and here."
John tossed Christopher a wooden stick and a small dagger.
"We already got ours. Let's see if that key is going to work on that big ass door down there. We couldn't get it open when we tried."
The three of them walked back down the stairs and pushed open the set of large doors once again.
"Where's the guard?"
The two of them looked at each other and back at Christopher.
"Let's just say that we killed it and it went up it dust. Ok?"
Christopher shrugged and continued onto the door. He noticed a key hole in it and inserted the key he was given into it. A few clinks went by and the three were able to open the door. They were expecting a bright light to blind them, but all they saw above them were gray skies.
"Well this really kills the mood of freedom."
The other two shrugged at Lion's comment and continued to walk up the hill. John stopped halfway and looked back at the Asylum.
"Do… Do either of you believe in fate?"
Lion looked back at John with a smile on his face.
"We make our own fate friend. Not even the greatest gods can stop us now."
John smiled at his friend and the three continued to climb up the hill. At the top were a few graves which they stopped to take a look at.
"Now I don't remember making these graves. I wonder who lies beneath the ground."
The three of them knelt down to look at the engravings upon the tombstones. Their eyes grew in size and their mouths started to open in surprise before they were stopped and swooped up from the ground by a giant black raven about 5 times the size of them and carried off into the distance.
Looking back at the graves all placed next to each other, was something they never expected.
"Here lies John Gladstone. One of Astora's great knights to serve the kingdom."
"Here lies Bear-Lion Peltries. The best digger there ever was."
"Here lies Christopher Rockensfar Cornelius. A son, a lover, and the best friend of everyone."
Hey hey hey hey. This is the end of the wonderful story here. I really hope you folks enjoyed this chapter of my new writing. I know it might seem short and some parts might seem left out, but hey. If you know the asylum, then you know that's one of the fastest areas in the game, so trust me on this, it will be longer from now on… hopefully. It was mostly dialogue because I'm somewhat adding in our conversation while me and my friends were playing. So look forward to more chapters since we finished the game, and guess what. We are already on Dark Souls 2, so you can look forward to the misfits continuing on. Please review this so I can get all of your wonderful opinions, comments, and even hatefulness if you have it. Thank you for reading.
