Hello there. This idea came out after a drinking night and I was not sure if I wanted to publish it but... eh, here it is. Don't know what else to say here... if you enjoy it then I might continue it if not... well, I would appreciate some feedback, where I can improve, that sort of things.

"Bell? I'm… sorry." She weakly replied, feeling her body slowly turning to ashes.

"It's okay." Bell, with tears in his eyes tried to comfort her. "Everything's all right. I'm all right. So, please Wiene…"

She gazed at him, at his pleading, knowing full well there was nothing that could be done. Her life was decided when Dix's spear pierced her chest.

"I have this dream… No one comes to save me… It's a scary dream." she said, reaching her arm to touch Bell's cheek only for it to vanish into ashes. "But you know? This time… Someone did come to save me."

Wiene could only weep as she looked at her hero's face, knowing her core was beginning to break apart. "I'm so happy…" she told him. Wiene wanted to say more but her core finally shattered and she disappeared into ashes.

Wiene died. Her soul however, was surrounded by darkness, slowly guided towards a speck of light.

In another time, she would have been saved by Fels, the magus, through Dia Orpheus.

Unfortunately, in this time, the magus was not successful in resurrecting Wiene, but, it was not entirely a failure…

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"…An odd one, but you are no beast… you must be the new hunter. Welcome to the Hunter's Dream. This will be your home, for now. I am... Gehrman, friend to you hunters. You're sure to be in a fine haze about now, but don't think too hard about all of this. Just go out and kill a few beasts. It's for your own good. You know, it's just what hunters do! You'll get used to it..."

"Oh, you must be a hunter. And... not one from around here, either. I'm Gilbert. A fellow outsider. You must have had a fine time of it."

"Oh, hello there. Perfect timing. I must warn you not to go near the tomb below Odeon Chapel in the Cathedral Ward."

"A hunter should hunt beasts. Leave the hunting of hunters to me."

"Ahh, a new face, are you? And an accomplished hunter... it would appear. I am Valtr, Master of the League."

"My time is done... Glory to my League confederates..."

"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood... Fear the Old Blood."

"Aah, you were at my side, all along. My true mentor... My guiding moonlight…"

"Good hunter, have you seen the thread of light?"

"Has someone, anyone, seen my eyes? I'm afraid I've dropped them in a puddle. Everything is pale now..."

"A corpse should be left well alone."

"Good hunter. This may sound strange, but... have I somehow changed?"

"Lay the curse of blood upon them, and their children, and their children's children, forevermore."

"Please... bring an end to the horror. So our forefathers sinned? We hunters can't bear their weight forever. It isn't fair. It just isn't fair..."

"We've no need for this accursed abode. Let flame cleanse this house of horrors."

"Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn't matter... It always comes down to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sort of messes. Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

"Forgive me Laurence. I could not wait. The night and the dream were long..."

"Every last dream will burn out, and Flora will return from the moon…"

As cracks began to appear on the cave's wall, a figure slowly emerged. She landed on the floor, slightly hazed as she looked around at the dark, eerie cavern which was illuminated in a green light by floating orbs.

The cracks continued to spread, and the wall behind her began to wither, crumbling into dust, creating an enormous chamber.

It took only a few seconds to clear her mind and when it happened she instantly tensed, rapidly reaching for a weapon at her hip only to find empty air.

She blinked in confusion then looked at her own body, only now to realize she was completely naked.

"Where… am I?" her voice was rough and raspy, as if she did not talk in a long time.

She stood up, examining her surroundings, ready to jump at anything that would dare to pounce at her. But, nothing came, except for a slight tugging at her feet.

Before, she would have been frightened at the sight of the creatures at her feet, but now, she was more than used to the Little Ones.

She squatted down and stared at them for a moment, occasionally taking a few glances at her surroundings, before she asked them.

"Do you have my weapons and clothing?" she asked them, her voice still a bit rough.

Wiene let a sigh of relief when she saw how they started bringing out her Hunter's attire, Rakuyo and Evelyn.

She quickly put on the trousers, boots, garb, greatcoat and the feathered tricorn hat, and secured them in place. As for the gloves? She left them in one of the coat's pockets, because her claws were too long and sharp to realistically have them on.

The Hunter gave a brief glance at the newly formed chamber before walking away, her hand on Rakuyo's hilt.

"So… I am back in this hellhole? Great…" She muttered to no to one in particular, looking at the walls and ceiling, a frown forming on her face.

Not even 15 meters away and after taking a turn she found someone laying on the floor, presumably dead. Yet, she approached with caution for she had enough experiences with dead beasts who just wouldn't stay dead.

As she approached the laying figure she soon realized how enormous he was. Clad in a faded, corroded silver armor full of scratches, with a thin layer of a black sludge covering it, the remains of a dark blue scarf draped around his neck and his great sword lying next to him.

"Oedon Beyond… hope it's not one of those…"

Wiene was tense as she nudged the knight's armored foot, sword already drown and Evelyn at ready.

After a couple of nudges the knight finally awakens, slowly rising his upper body against the wall, looking around at his surroundings. His eyes fall eventually on Wiene.

"Who art thou?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"…A Hunter" she responded after a moment.

"A hunter… a Forest Hunter? I am in the Darkroot Forest?"

Wiene shakes her head before saying "I'm afraid not." She paused for a moment then she said, "I'm no Forest Hunter. I'm a Hunter of the Workshop… or, of Yharnam." correcting his misunderstanding.

After a long silence, the knight replied. "I've heardst not of Yharnam nor of Hunters of the… Workshop…" His voice having an evident tiredness to it, something Wiene knows too well. "I am no longer in Lordran… am I?"

Wiene's response was a simple shake of her head.

There was a long pause between the two, the knight deep in thought while Wiene was unnerved by the silence, putting her on the edge. Eventually, the knight spoke.

"Wherest am I?"

Wiene's head turned slightly towards the long cavern, her eyes gazing into the distance as memories long buried started resurfacing.

"…The… Dungeon…" she paused for a few seconds, "The Dungeon of… Orario I believe it is called."

"I see… " he responded weakly, followed by, "Thank you… Hunter?"

There was a pause as Wiene forgot how long it was since someone asked her name.

"…Welusine, but, I prefer Wiene."

She was a bit conflicted regarding her name for, when she was summoned to the Hunter's Dream, she could not remember many things at first, her memory was hazy after her death, which included the name Wiene, but, it wasn't the case for Welusine and, when her memories came back, she already introduced herself as Welusine to many.

"Hunter Wiene. I am… Artorias." He said.

She gave him a slow nod before lowering her sabre.

As he started to slowly get up, presumably not to startle Wiene, she noticed how his left arm looked broken and disconnected, dangling there as a black liquid was sliding down. If it bothered him then he did not show. Artorias grabbed his sword and placed it on his back.

The two of them suddenly heard a girl's scream in the distance and, without further thought, hurriedly moved towards the source.

'That voice? Sounds… familiar?' Wiene thought to herself as she increased her speed.

They soon reached the source of the commotion and saw a boy huddled in a fetus position, crying in fear as a bull-like creature approached him, clearly with the goal of killing him.

The Hunter leaped into action and failed to hear Astorias' question "A… Taurus Demon…?" because she realized who the crying boy was 'BELL!'.

She appeared behind the Minotaur too fast for it to notice and plunged her clawed hand through the back of the monster.

A slight growl escaped from the Minotaur's mouth before vanishing into smoke, leaving behind a crystal hanging in the air by a claw that was poking through it.

Bell looked in awe at his savior, gazing upon the figure standing above him. At the strange black clothing, at the saber and dagger resting at the hip, at the mysterious tricorn feathered hat which he never seen before and the mask covering the face up to the eyes. Two amber like eyes with sharp slit pupils. He froze.

His awe turned into confusion the more he looked at his savior, his sight only now noticing the light blue-skinned clawed hands. Then shock replaced his confusion.

Wiene on the other hand is just if not more confused than Bell as she realized something was wrong. Her eyes stared at his equipment, the backpack, the cheap knife, armor, cloak, etc.

She squatted down at the boy, startling him while she looked more up close at his face.

"Bell?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Hah?!" Bell's reaction was of obvious confusion. A monster spoke and it was his name nevertheless.

'He looks… younger? Not by much though…' Then it hit her. "I travelled to… the past? That can't be… yet…" she muttered quiet enough for Bell to not hear.

She shook her head, breaking her trance on the frightened boy. 'Doesn't matter…' she though before straightening up and offering her hand to him.

"Come." She said.

Bell, of course, was taken aback and stumbles to form a sentence, "Umm… huh? I… um…b-but y-you ar-are-".

At his reaction, Wiene could only sigh, like she always does in these type of situations.

"Now, now, I am not going to bite, stab or cut you. So. Calm down." She said in a rather monotonous and annoyed tone. A sentence she repeated so much as a Hunter to not be attacked on sight or people to flee and get themselves killed.

"Al-Alright…" Bell weakly replied, still tense.

With a great deal of hesitation, Bell, eventually grabbed Wiene's hand and she, with ease, pulled himself on his feet.

The two stared at each other awkwardly, more so Bell than the Hunter, before she turned and left the dead end, with Bell following behind.

He was so focused in his thoughts that he failed to notice the giant figure looming over him. When his vision slightly darkened, Bell looked up, only to stare at a menacingly giant of a man, clad in a corroded armor with a limp arm and a giant sword resting on his shoulder.

Bell took a step backwards with a shriek as he stared in fear at the knight in front of him.

Wiene noticing the state Bell ended up decided to try and diffuse his fear by introducing him.

"This is Artorias."

The said man made a slight bow towards Bell.

After a moment, Bell calmed down and very aggressively bowed a couple of times towards the knight, saying. "I-It's a pl-pleasure t-to meet y-you Mister Artorias! I'm Bell Cranel!"

"No need to be so nervous, boy." He replied in a very gentle and calm tone.

"R-Right." Answered a slight embarrassed Bell.

Before anyone could say anything else, the Hunter and the knight turned behind, ready to fight, only to stop and gaze at a golden haired girl wearing a rather odd chest plate and an expressionless face. Bell, after following the two's gaze soon got mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful golden haired girl, recognizing her as being Ais Wallenstein, the Sword Princess of Loki Familia.

She stared for a few seconds before turning back to leave. The trio watched as the Level Five Sword Princess walked back from where she came from, everyone having different opinions regarding her.

The journey towards the surface was uneventful, quite boring for the Hunter and the Knight, however, for Bell it was anything but. His unease was suppressed by the amazement he felt towards the two of them as he watched how the Hunter easily defeated her enemies with a dagger or just with her claws while the Knight would decimate a group of monsters in one swing.

Bell found himself collecting the crystals from the defeated enemies at the Hunter's suggestion. He easily noticed how other adventurers would gaze at them, mostly at the 270 celches Knight while the Hunter would lower her hat and hide her hands from their sight.

It did not take too long and they were climbing the last set of stairs.

Wiene was feeling nervous, not remembering how long ago it was when she walked on those very same stairs for the very first time. Her being escorted to the surface by none other than Bell, which was ironic that she was the one escorting him out of the Dungeon now.

Four, three, two, one. Now she was in front of the door. She took a deep breath and pushed it open.

The Hunter had to close her eyes as the blinding light was too strong. Her discomfort soon faded as the warm touch of the sun embraced her.

Slowly, opening her eyes and seeing a familiar sight, all the tension disappeared as she relaxed her shoulders while gazing at the beautiful sun in the sky. Wiene let out a long sigh at the lively and bright scenery in front of her. Only now realizing how much she wanted to see the sun again, to live on the surface and not having to crawl back to the Dungeon or Old Yharnam.

Astorias was in a similar daze as he looked at the sun for a long while but eventually he muttered "I am truly no longer in Lordran."

And there you have it, chapter I, I guess I already shown where I intend to take the story. As for Wiene, I took the Welusine route if you could call it, not really the same Wiene we all know, after all, she went through the Bloodborne experience and her childlike innocence was more than squished... But that doesn't mean some of her qualities are gone.
I found a somewhat connection between the Good Hunter and the Xenos, both are considered 'outsiders', the Yharnamites and the Orario people have similar reactions to their existence and presence. So how would a Xenos who lived a few years in Yharnam, fighting beasts, mad driven people and gods fare to the ostracization of the general population? I guess she wouldn't care. She wanted to live on the surface and so she shall live there, whatever people might think about her...
Now, Artorias... he is quite the complicated character, I don't want to spoil too much as I already did here but... he is not the man he once was if that is a given. I intend to add more elements from both Bloodborne and Dark Souls but, I don't want to make it heavy centered by those elements.