"Mommy, can you tell us a story?"
"And what story would you like me to tell?"
"One about you and daddy"
"Yeah, one about you and daddy!"
"Oh, and which one do you want. The journey he took before meeting me or the one that ends with mommy and daddy saving the kingdom."
"Both, tell the story with both."
"So that's why the two of you have been so good today and got ready for bed early."
"Please, mom please, please, please."
"Hmm, alright, I'll tell you the story, but only because you've both been so good today."
"Yay!"
"In the age of ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog, A land of grey crags, archtrees, and everlasting Dragons. But then, there was Fire. And with Fire came disparity. Heat and cold, live and death, and of course... Light and Dark.
Then, from the Dark, They came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flames.
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 misama 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 with fade, and only Dark will remain. Even now, there are only embers. And man sees not light, only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carries 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."
"And in one of the cells in the north sat a lone undead-"
"Daddy!"
"Yes, daddy"
"And with the help of a single, kind, person was able to escape the undead asylum and made his way to Anor Londo, the city of Gods, and, due to, the lying of the Primordial Serpent, Kingseeker Frampt, sought to relight the flame.
"As the Undead-"
"Mommy, he's daddy so you need to call him daddy."
"Now now, this is a story and you need to let me tell it the correct way."
"As the undead continued on his quest defeating all who attempted to stop him, chaos witch Quelaag, the Great grey wolf Sif, and Ornstein and Smough. They all failed until finally the undead had found and defeated the four that held the Lord Souls, portions of The lord of Sunlight's soul.
three were told at the start, Nito Lord of the dead, the witch of Izalith, and Seath the scaleless, and the fourth came after the dragon war and the establishment of Anor Londo but the power of the Lord Soul was too much for a regular human to hold and so the Lord of Sunlight split the Lord soul between four humans rulers of the New Londo city.
The Four Kings.
As the undead made his way through the Kiln of the First Flame he started to wonder how he would link the fire and continue the current age, as he looked around all he saw were ashes and partially melted rock, and as he stood before the fogged entrance the undead felt his body tense and realized he was in danger, something that developed on his journey and looking around he saw that he was alone, as the undead had killed any of the black knights on his way to the entrance, with only what lay in the fog being a danger to him.
The Undead had never been in this situation before, since his journey began the danger had always been obvious, as such the undead moved away from the fogged entrance and thought about his situation, his body is tense even though he couldn't see anything that would be a danger to him and being in front of a fog gate had never made the undead react this way.
Unsure of what to do the undead had backed off and took the opportunity to look around Anor Londo, not only to enjoy the city itself but hoping to find something that will give the undead an idea of why he reacted the way he did.
Exploring Anor Londo the undead found that every where he searched was completely useless to him and the undead felt that Seath's Archives would be the only place that would be useful to him, something the undead really wasn't hoping to be the case, and just before he went to the archive's the undead noticed that he stood in front a giant painting and when he went closer an area of the painting that was closest to the undead started rippling before the undead was suddenly pulled into the Painted World of Ariamis.
As the undead made his way through the painted world, dispatching any that attacked him, before the undead found himself in front of another fog gate, thankfully his body wasn't reacting like the last time he was in front of a fog gate, before he entered and found in front of him-"
""Mommy!""
"Yes daddy found mommy."
"The undead stood before a towering snow colored beauty wearing a cloak, that looked to be made of soft white fur, and had a tail covered in the same type of fur as her cloak, Her eyes, a beautiful green, had slitted pupils, and small horn like growths where eyebrows would have been, signifying that the female had dragonic heritage.
In her hands is a large and exceedingly dangerous looking scythe that gave off an aura that had the undead's body tensing like it had back in the Kiln of the First Flame but as the undead stared at the white beauty and felt his body loosening up and started becoming distracted by her beauty, the closest any female had gotten to her looks was Gwynevere in Anor Londo.
Breaking out of his staring the undead followed the advice the beautiful woman gave him, after introducing herself as Priscilla, and exited the painted world the undead continued on his way to Seath's archive but no matter how much time passed or what the undead did to distract himself his mind kept going back to Priscilla until finally the undead finally had enough and went to visit her again.
And as weeks turn into months the undead talk and conversed with Priscilla, getting to know her, he started noticing that the distortion's that were happening in the world were increasing and more phantoms, and real people, started appearing in larger numbers that the undead searched through Seath's library to find the answer for the first flame.
Months turn to years, the distortions continued to increase to the point where portions of Anor Londo were merging with random buildings from different worlds.
When the Undead say this he made his way to the painted world, the all the more difficult with the random buildings suddenly showing up, and when he got to Priscilla he told her about the distortions becoming worse and that he had stopped looking into his bodies reaction and started looking into anything that would stop the distortions from happening."
"Years passed into decades."
"And as the undead continued to scour Seath's archive's looking for something, anything, that would help but, even after searching for decades, even after learning how to distinguish between the books that were cursed and those that weren't, the undead found nothing that would stop the distortions, save for linking the fire, and as the undead made his way to Priscilla's painting he found his path blocked by various buildings but various use of Pyromancy and Miracles opened his path.
Upon meeting Priscilla tried convincing her to leave with him to escape the distortions, something that he had done a number of times before, only for Priscilla to decline, just like every other time, but the undead, this time, is persistent and doesn't let up but before Priscilla could speak an entire building violently appeared at the entrance to the area that the undead and Priscilla were in, destroying any stone the building over while weakly fusing with any stone that it was in contact with.
The undead heard the stone crack loudly and knew that there wasn't any time for further arguments so the undead made his way to the edge of the ledge above the exit and got to work. The undead pulled out a grinding bowl, red eye orb, homeward bone, black separation crystal, talisman, and catalyst and then began working quickly.
Over the years the undead had discovered that there was no other way of stopping what was happening and so he started searching to permanently go to another world and so the undead started searching the archives for a way to do so and it was only in the last five years that he created a theory that would, hopefully, work with the distortions to send the two of them to another world.
The undead worked quickly, knowing there wasn't much time until the structure the two of them were on collapse, but carefully as the undead knew he wouldn't get a second chance.
The Structure collapsed shortly after the undead had completed his task forcing the undead to grab the grinding bowl with their, hopeful, salvation inside it all the while his gaze never once left Priscilla's as after everything that he's been through, the friends he's made and lost, he will not lose another.
And as Priscilla fell when the structure became vertical from falling the undead jumped at grabbed hold of her before holding the grinding bowl away from them where it lit up with the energies of sorcery, pyromancy, mircals, and hex's before he threw it at the exit of the painted world before an explosion happened and a vortex of swirling energies and light.
When the Undead saw the vortex he looked at Priscilla and gave a silent prayer to anything that would help the two of them survive, just before the two of them entered the vortex, shortly after the vortex had collapsed on itself.
The undead had succeeded, he had successfully brought himself and Priscilla to a new world and safe from the distortions and while the two of them were safe from the immediate danger the undead knew that the future was a danger all it's own and he vowed he would protect Priscilla so that she could live her life instead of being locked in a jail disguised as a painting.
The undead would keep his vow of protecting Priscilla as years, decades, centuries and millennium pass and the trials and dangers were passed and conquered, Priscilla lived her life as she choose and when the undead had made himself into a king, he had asked her to be his queen.
Priscilla had accepted the newly undead king's offer and on her wedding and coronation her newly wedded husband and king made her one more vow.
He would do his best to make her happy and, later, in their bedroom the newly crowned Queen Priscilla told her husband that he kept his first vow to her and she was certain he would keep his second before confessing that nothing could surpass the happiness she felt right now.
The queen was wrong, oh so very wrong, as her king was able to give something to his queen that surpassed her wedding/coronation-."
Priscilla looked down on the bed, that she sat besides, and saw her two, insistent, little story demanders had fallen asleep sometime during the story, something that brought a small smile to her face "The King had given his queen two sweet, small, adorable little children of their own. A son and daughter. The king a given his queen a family."
"And the queen could say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had never been happier."
X-Chapter End-X
I know the ending is the ending of an actual story then the ending of a chapter but this is what my mind came up with and I'm not going to change it.
I know that there's far more words here then I actually want but considering that I don't have a visual medium and I actually had to write it as someone reading to someone else, I think I did enough were somethings are vague and other things aren't even mentioned at all and at this point I'm just hoping that some of this chapter measures up to the opening of the first dark souls game.
anyhow if things work out for me as well as this chapter did then I'll have chapter 2 out soon because believe it or not I started working on this a day after I update Power of the guardian