I am a major dark souls fan, Currently working on a novel version of it, I love to write and draw, game, plays sports, and a bunch of other things. Here's and excerpt of my novel:

DARK SOULS

Chapter 1

Act 1

~Firelink Shrine~

(this part was C/P'ed from the wiki)

In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons. But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten. With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more. Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign. Yes, indeed. The Darksign brands the Undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world... This is the fate of all the undead.. Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an undead shall be chosen to leave the undead asylum, in pilgrimage, to the land of ancient lords, Lordran.

This was the tale that was spread around Lordran, making those susceptible and paranoid about everything— paranoid, and indeed alive— barely, and those who did not care or prepare, were left with husks of their former selves, branded with the dark sign, barely recognizable, eyes void of anything, soulless, and most of all insane. The curse spread throughout all of Lordran, from the elegant towers, giant bridges, and great walls of Anor Londo

to the plagued depths of Blighttown. The curse branded all, regardless of rank, the legendary black knights and silver knights, executed and branded by hollowed friends and husks of former humans, armor riddled with arrows of the undead, and almost zombie like figures, combatting and slashing relentlessly, blood gushing out of every injury, staining every wall, nook, and cranny possible, soon converting almost all the residents of Lordran to hollows, the remaining survivors, trying to find ways to stay sane and human, while being branded by the curse. The survivors were few, scattered throughout all the locations, both dangerous and unnoticed, most resting at Firelink Shrine. Firelink is a sanctuary where all are able take shelter and rest, Wether you be the legendary Chosen Undead, or just a measly commoner. The area is compiled of ruined buildings, all which contain a secret. Within the shrine, just out in front of the 3 ruined buildings, lie a bonfire, a sort of makeshift campfire, except the only difference is, replacing the wood are ashes of former humans, a longsword scorched but not melting, potruding from the pile of ashes. How the fire is kept ablaze—- is unknown. Only those who have explored all of Lordran, will know all, but Alas those explorers who have gone to great lengths to explore, have shattered. Surrounding the bonfire, are stone steps, with shrubs, moss and grass covering most of the steps, signifying the old age of Firelink , on the right of the fire, looming over the ruined structures, is a great Archtree, providing shade for most of the shrine, and showing the former glory of Lordran. directly in front of the bonfire, is a stone bench, connected with a stone wall, of a former structure, the highest wall containing two windows, and the lowest, holding what looks to be remains of a stone frame— most likely for a door. Slightly to the right of the high wall, lie a slightly elevated doorframe, stone steps spilling from the front of the entrance, leading towards the three ruined structures, and to the right of the frame itself, is a crevice between another wall and the frame itself. By the bonfire, if you look up(not directly) in sight, will be a great crow, perched atop the tallest of the ruined 3, rumored to be intertwined with the fate of the chosen undead. As rays of light shine down upon the shrine, two men, one younger than the other, clad in black leather armor, hood up and mask on, not revealing any facial features, while the rest of the armor not providing any protection whatsoever at least provides some stealth value, the other is in an almost black armor, with a slightly brown tint scorched and battered helmet also covering facial features, and armor covering physique, though most of him isn’t visible due to the slight amount of shade the older knight rests in. I jolt up in confusion wondering where I am, how I got here and most of all, who the strange figure in the shade is. As I look around in shock and confusion, I take a second to calm down and think. I notice the surroundings are ridiculously similar to the tales that were told to me when I was a child, a great Archtree, a giant crow— it all comes to me now…

I would like some feedback on it :P if you're even reading this, have a good day.