Dark Souls: Life after the Linking

Classification – Comedy, Tragedy, Romance, Adventure, Action

Rating – MA15+ (Strong Violence, Coarse Language, Adult Themes, Sexual References)

"Speaking normally"

Internal Thoughts

Infused Blade speaking

Following the footsteps of the Chosen Undead, Alistair rings the bells and collects the Lord Souls, places them in the Lordvessel and links the Flame…but what happens if instead of becoming ash…he wakes up in a pile of it after the Flame is linked?

I don't own the Dark Souls Series or any of the characters mentioned but my own OC. Updates will be uploaded as soon as they are finished…so expect long waits for hopefully exciting content!

Recap

After linking the Flame, Alistair discovers that he is meant for a new journey into lands unknown to secure the future of Lordran. He is tasked by Primordial Serpent Frampt to gather a diverse group of allies for his task. Said allies are spread through time and dimensions. With one companion literally hanging onto him. He begins his journey to find his new friends, beginning with one very infatuated crossbreed…

Chapter 2: The First Stop – Brink of Death!

"Alistair! Please stop! I think that's enough!" Anastacia practically pleaded with the furious Knight. He, of course, was not in the mood to listen to the poor woman currently leaning against the door. During their trip to Anor Londo, Anastacia, who was enthralled by almost everything that crossed their path, decided to regain the ability to walk. And she was making some headway, though she would have preferred to make more of an improvement considering the amount of time that it took them to make it to Anor Londo in the first place. Alistair, on the other hand, slaughtered almost every monster that crossed his path. First it was the Hollows in the Burg and then the Parish, then those poor Lizardmen in Sens Fortress, now were the Silver Knights in the Golden City itself. To him, these guys still posed some sort of challenge, as they were more capable than swish-swish-stab as most of the foes he faced. After taking the oncoming attack with on his shield, he brought his sword up in an underhand motion, dragging the sharp end through the silver armour, leaving a thin line from left hip to right shoulder on the opposing knight. That thin line erupted in a small burst of blood, and the Knight stumbled back and fell to his knees, dropping his sword and shield. Alistair removed his head from his shoulders with a flick of his wrist.

Ana just watched as the Knight faded into nothing, and the souls that he had were absorbed by Alistair. Said companion sheathed his sword and walked over to her, his cold eyes not giving anything away except contempt for Fate herself. He strode over to the closest bonfire and reached out to it, calling back the slain foes, only to make his way to slay them once again. After redecorating the room from a shiny white to a crimson red, Alistair let out a deep sigh. He knew full well what he was doing, and he knew full well that he had finally calmed down enough to have a rational conversation with his worried yet terrified companion. He stalked over to where she was currently warming her feet by the fire. Before he got there though, he stopped and looked down at himself, and what he saw scared him a little. He was bathed in blood, from head to toe, his sword was dripping the stuff! His shield was now dinted and were those cracks in the reinforced katana!? He let out a now disgruntled sigh. If I think I look terrible, then Ana will have a bloody heart attack. He quietly walked out of the room and into the one across the hall. He pulled out some new armour from his pack (don't ask…it fits everything) and quickly changed. He swapped out his shield for a less damaged one and considered swapping out his katana for a straight sword, but quickly dismissed the idea. He opted for flicking the blood off the blade with a quick flick of his wrist. Once the blade was clean and sheathed, he figured repairing it wold wait until he talked with Ana.

While he was alone with his thoughts, Ana was having a mild panic attack. She noticed when he entered the room, taking note of his colour change as well. He looked like a demon from Izaleth. But when he stopped to take a look at himself, she concluded that he was thinking straight again. As he turned to leave to presumably clean up, the bonfire started to distort and flicker. She figured that the bonfire was reacting to her like the many they sat at during their trip to the Golden City, but when a hand shot out and a more demonic being started to pull itself out of said bonfire, her little panic attack began. As the creature pulled itself free, it turned its skull to Ana, but its back was still towards her, its jaw turning into a smirk before starting to starting to contort itself in disgusting manners in order to face her completely. Fear paralysed her entire being, she wasn't even able to use her voice. This, creatures, very presence made her freeze. Sweat started to roll off her brow. At least this thing didn't have a weapon. AS soon as she said that, the demon (for apt description) extended a bony hand and grabbed the handle of the coiled sword that made the bonfire, and pulled it out of the ground and aimed it at her. Her lips formed a smirk as she realised she basically jinxed it. Well shit…here it is…I'm gonna die. The demon thrust the coiled sword directly at her, but her vision was obscured as blood flew into her face. Her eyes shot open as Alistair placed himself between her and the Demon, shield raised and ready to take the hit, sword hanging behind in order to slice as soon as an opening presented itself. What wasn't accounted for was the penetrating power of the coiled sword. It pierced right through his shield and through his forearm. His guard though was enough to hold the blade from going through and into his chest, but the damaged that it caused as it tore through basically rendered his shield arm useless. Unless he took a swig of Estus soon, he would be in real trouble.

The pain stung. His arm burned. He couldn't raise his shield for the life of him. He quickly glanced at Ana and felt a twang of sympathy for the poor girl, the thing standing in front of him was absolutely monstrous! A bony body covered in torn and ragged robes that tore off and faded into nothing. Its head was a skull and the bonfires coiled sword was the only weapon it had. The most disturbing feature of all though were the empty eyes. He could usually tell an enemies motives through their eyes, but this was empty, devoid of life and devoid of reason. No wonder Ana completely froze at the mere sight of this thing. Without warning the demon lunged at its new target, Alistair, as it deemed him the greater threat. Ana let out a short gasp as it crossed the distance almost instantly and struck towards Alistair's unprotected side. A quick step back and a sharp turn took him out of the path of the sword, but it still managed to nick his wounded arm, but thanks to the searing pain from his previous wound, the new one didn't affect him as much, and the blood it drew splattered into his eye. FUCK! This thing is tough! I can't manage a single attack! Alistair ducked under a backhanded swing that intended to take his head off, and noticed a small opening under the demon's armpit, so he quickly rushed forward and executed his own one handed rising backslash, taking the demons arm right at the joint, causing a black liquid reminiscent of blood to splatter all over his face, but the residue that managed to land on his open wounds started to burn and sting. He gritted his teeth and spun, yet again taking a backhand swing straight to the monster's chest, but it managed to dodge in a similar fashion as he had done at the start. As it did, it swung the coiled sword in a roundhouse fashion, clashing it against Alistair's Uchigatana, and the damaged katana gave out under the force of the swing, shattering halfway down the blade. AHHHHHHHH! A voice rung through his mind the moment the blade shattered. But the demon was unaccustomed to moving in such a fashion, stopping with its back facing him, leaving such a huge opening that a child wold take it. He awkwardly discarded his broken katana and pounced on the opening that was made when the demon spun, lunging and tackling it to the ground. He pulled out his Ghost Dagger (a lucky find in New Londo) and plunged it into the back of the demon's skull, causing it to start thrashing and bucking, trying to get him off. With a sickening crunch, he twisted the blade with his right hand, not even paying attention to the black blood that he was now soaked in. After a few seconds the thrashing stopped, and the world went quiet. Alistair could hear Ana breathing in the background, and the shuffling of her dress as she crawled over to him. As the demon faded and the bonfire started to glow dimly, Alistair just realised that the day had become night, and the soft glow of the bonfire bathed the room in an ethereal twilight. He turned towards Ana, giving her a soft smile, and raised what was left of his left arm, but, all he raised was a stump that ended at his elbow, blood pouring freely out of the wound. Without panicking or going into shock, Alistair lifted his stump in front of his face and gave it a long hard look, as if just by looking at it hard enough he could will it to regrow. "Huh, that's a new one." The sound of metal striking tiles rang out through the tiny room as Alistair collapsed in a heap, his face draining of colour and his breathing becoming ragged. After the demon faded away and the coiled sword returned to its rightful place in the bonfire, the demons blood had also vanished, leaving Alistair a bloody torn heap.

Ana watched him fall, she watched as his eyes started to fade, she watched as his skin started to go pale. Of course, he wouldn't permanently die, but the shock of dying is something that carried over. Thankfully, he wasn't dead yet, and he had a full flask of Estus to boot! Crawling the last few feet towards her fallen friend, Ana started to search for the Estus, letting out a sigh of relief when she finally found it. When she brought her attention back to Alistair, she found a sizable pool of blood forming around his body. She reached around him and tried to flip him over, but she found out that he weighed quite a bit, considering that he was wearing really heavy armour. A muffled sigh and the jingling of armour next to her made her spin. Standing in the doorway was an onion. In all actuality, it was Seigmeyer of Catarina, but she didn't know that yet.

Looking into the room, Seigmeyer took notice of a few things that were really out of place. One – the walls were covered in blood; two – the bonfire was glowing a bit brighter; three – there was a girl trying to flip a corpse over. He let out a muffled sigh before the girl spun around and her face was visible. To him, there was a pretty girl with golden blond hair and these sapphire eyes that held such mystery…and blood on her face…but the thing that really struck him as odd was the corpse on the floor. Who was it? He scanned him quickly (He could tell by the armour itself that it was a man) and his eyes landed on a broken katana lying on the floor. It took a couple seconds for the identity of the man to come to him, but when it did, he let out a shocked gasp and started to move rather quickly to his side. "ALISTAIR! Hold on my friend!" Crouching beside the girl, who was pleading with Alistair to wake up as she tried to flip him, he reached under and flipped him with ease. The missing arm made him cringe, but the metallic smell of blood that soaked the room almost made him wish he missed breakfast. "Please! Alistair! Wake up! PLEASE!" He turned to face the girl, tear falling freely down her face. "Child, he will return to the bonfire. There is no need to panic." She turned to him, gazing deep into his eyes with her own. "We were attacked by something not of this world," They were attacked by a phantom?! Here?! Impossible! "and Alistair fought it, losing his arm in the process. He needs some Estus…please…quickly." She started to choke on her words, try as she might, unable to hold the tears back as they started to flood her eyes. "Don't worry miss, now that I am here, I will not let him die!" He unstopped the bottle of Estus and gingerly poured it into his mouth, watching with relief as he swallowed what he could, his breathing becoming more even by the second. His arm though, wasn't doing a thing. It wasn't healing, but the bleeding had at least stopped. Seigmeyer picked him up carefully and helped him over to the bonfire, laying him down with his missing arm closest to the warmth. He turned towards the rooms other occupant. Tears streamed from her eyes but she held a brave façade. "Miss, you should not worry now. He is out of danger but I fear for his arm. He may never regain it." She looked his way and smiled. If not for the tears and the fact that she had blood splattered on her face, it would have been a beautiful sight to behold, and Seigmeyer almost faulted at it. "Thank you, Sir Knight, for without your aid, I may have lost my companion." She bowed her head respectfully, but her manner of speaking caught his attention yet again. "Hmmm, you sound familiar, yes you do. Hmmm, are you perchance, from Firelink?" Ana let off another of those dazzling smiles. "Yes, I used to be the Firekeeper of Firelink Shrine, my name is Anastacia of Astora, but something happened and now Alistair is on a mission called the Awakening, where he must secure the future…or something like that, I was too busy dwelling on the fact that he now has a corrupted Lord Soul." She managed to say all that without breaking down and stuttering like a fool, and Seigmeyer gave her some credit for that. "Wait, you said a corrupted Lord Soul? Like the Lord of Cinder himself?" She managed another smile before replying. "Yes, but he is not to become the new Lord of Cinder. As I said, he must secure the future, with me and three others." Seigmeyer raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "Oh, and who are these allies?" Now that Ana had stopped crying and settled down, she let out a cute giggle. "That's where the issue starts to present itself. We know who they are but, actually getting them to join us is the hard part. The closest one is…" she trailed off with a dark look in her eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing, "…Crossbreed Pricilla." She almost spat her name out. A voice cut through the ensuing silence. "Someone said my name?"

FINALLY! CHAPTER 2 AFTER SO LONG! SORRY FOR THE WAIT! A long winded fight scene and a cliffhanger ending? Haha…im cruel…anyway…thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more!

Reviews:

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