So, this is just a small experiment, basically. I'm trying to write some small, 1,000 word or less ficlets, just to get a bit more writing in.
And so, I decided to go with a simple concept. This is the deliberations of my Dark Souls characters during some of their most important moments. I might do something with these characters in the future, but for now, I'm just writing shit about them for funsies. And so, we're starting off with the easiest, and probably most generic of the cast: one of my two Dark Souls 1 characters.
If you like what you see here, feel free to let me know. And if you'd like to see me write a whole story involving these characters, let me know that to.
Anyways, I've rambled on long enough. Enjoy!
DESTINY
To think that I would stand here, where the First Flame was rekindled...
To think that I would be the successor of the almighty Gwyn...
To think that the world would be saved by my hands...
Destiny certainly was a strange thing, wasn't it?
When I left home, I was but a boy. No older than 14, and yet I already knew I could not stay. It hurt too much to know that I could never truly achieve my dreams. No matter my skills, my station would hold me back from being one of Astora's Elite Knights.
Four years of travel. Four years of battle. Four years of helping the people. And most importantly, four years that would shape me into the man I am today.
Never once did I doubt my cause, and my belief in the might of the gods kept me going, even as I was shown the horrors of the world. Even as the blade was plunged through my chest, and the Darksign burned brightly within me, my faith drove me forward. Even after who knows how much time in the undead asylum, nothing could cause me to falter.
The day I died, I thought that was it. I would be nothing. A faceless Hollow who wandered aimlessly until the end of days. The will to pick my divine longsword back up was as powerful a feeling as any miracle, and that same blade had been used to cut down the Lord of Sunlight. Nothing could compare, except perhaps the feelings of... that night.
Admittedly, it saddens me to know our paths will never cross again. But Lu, I will forever remember what you did for me. Our time together was short, but you taught me to face this problem with confidence. You were my muse, my goddess, my inspiration. And above all else...
You were the one who helped me realize my destiny.
Destiny was something that my father had taught me every man possessed. Our lives had clear paths, and even if we stood against it, it would happen in the end. One often meets their destiny on the road they take to avoid it.
Such an idea had left a bad taste in my mouth before I had gone on my journey. But now, it was a fact I was content with.
It was never my destiny to be an Elite Knight. My destiny lies with the people of this world.
And that fate has brought me here.
I stand before the coiled sword, the warmth radiating as I step closer, I knew I would never leave this crypt. My name would be lost to the world, and the memories would fade as time marches on. To lesser men, this would be a fearful experience. To me however, I felt no fear, no sadness, and no regret.
The memories of my battles rushed through my mind, as the warmth of the flame embraced me. From my daring escape from the asylum, to my several attempts to outmatch the Taurus Demon, to reaching the peak of Anor Londo, I knew that it was all for a purpose. Every trial, every challenge, every narrow escape, had all been leading up to this moment.
And in the end, I was ready.
I am Sawyer of Astora... and this is my destiny.