[Cover is owned by (I believe) French-banna-toast. If they want me to put it down, I will.]
[Inspired by 'Jaune Arc, Watcher of The Abyss' by Rum Aficionado, although will not have much plot taken from it.]
They say that the Abyss Watchers of the Undead Legion were trained to be one, to work in synchronization with one another so well it could freeze the most brave warrior with shock and awe. And with them linking the fire, it was reinforced even more, as only one soul can link the fire at a time.
Of course, nobody would have known if not for their rude awakening of their slumber, but with the Wolf's Blood linking each Watcher together reinforced, each Abyss Watcher slowly lost their individuality, until, they became a single soul, they became One.
We, became, I...
And thus, I stand in Farron Keep. Locked in eternal battle with my Abyss eroded limbs, limbs that when vanquished, always would rise once again...
This lasted for a long, long time...Til one day, I shall be fought, fought until my centric limb is reduced to naught but ashes…
But when the day one would best me, it would seem, that they left a least a part of my remains intact.
For I have risen once again, but this time, there was no abyss to watch, and the legion's numbers were reduced to my finale backup plan, what I would call a Blood Art.
When I rose once more, I was only able to control a single limb. The blood art I made was theorised to render me to this state, Wolf's FireBlood, taking all of the blood of all my limbs, I would stuff it in one, super heating the wolf's blood that ran through my veins.
As I observed the area, I saw that I was in that one place...that one place they had a throne for me, which it seemed I was sitting on...I couldn't remember the name of the place, and I didn't care much anyways, My long awaited slumber was over, and I had no purpose.
I could see a bit of light, a little towards the left of my vision. Hopping off my throne, and grabbing a Farron greatsword and Farron Dagger. As I grab the greatsword It bursts into flames, it must have been because of the Fireblood. With that in mind, I leave this place...I think it was a shrine?
As I climbed the stairs out of the shrine I was greeted to warm, summer skies. Odd, I swear you were able to see Lothric from the shrine place...But twas nowhere in sight. Instead, I see a expansive lush green forest, the shrine sitting atop of a large cliff, covered by wild plant life.
The only thing I could think of when I saw the land was how relieved I was that the age of fire was still in affect. Yes, I was tasked with linking the fire once again, but I didn't want to burn, not again. It was selfish, but who's to say they will see me willing to burn, and decide to resurrect me again when it would start to fade? So I had let others try and link the flame, it's a fool's errand, but a necessary one indeed.
With that thought finished, I started to walk without a destination in mind, for what do lost souls do? But to aimlessly wander.