The First Flame of a Heroine

by Auralad

He Fought. He Killed. He died. He brought the Age of Fire to an End. He could finally rest. But fate had other plans for him. He got sent back from once he came from. A world filled to the brim with heroes and villains. Confused as to why he isn't dead, he will look for answers and maybe find a new purpose to raise his blade (first fic) ( Rated M for reasons) ( cover art not mine)

1. Prologue

Prologoue

A world comes to an end

The lands of Lothric.

An old Kingdom, nothing more then a mere corpse of it's former glory. Once

brimming with life and powerful knights, is now only filled with death and hollows. In this very land, the flow of time is convoluted, where heroes from all centuries and worlds are phasing in and out. It doesn't move forward like it should, instead it is standing still. It's last remaining warriors trapped, in an endless cycle of life and death.

Kiln of the First Flame

* Clank *

* Clank *

* Clink *

* BOOM *

On a battlefield, made of ash,flowers and burned swords, two beings can be seen fighting each other to the death. One being the Ashen One in the Iron Dragonslayer set, standing 2 meters in height, carrying a Black Iron Greatshield in one hand and a Black Knight Sword in the other. The enemy standing before him, is the very last obstacle to reach his goal, to finally put this dying world to rest.

The Soul of Cinder

A 6 meter tall hollowed out knight, covered in fires of the First Flame, wielding a gigantic Bonfiresword in it's right hand and pure lightning in the left.

The Ashen One bareley dodged the lightningspear and got thrown backwards, by the mere shockwave alone, of the spear. Both warriors have been battling for multiple hours straight. The Ashen One stood back up and dodged to the right immediately, as the Soul of Cinder leaped at him faster then the blink of eye and swung it's sword with fire and unimaginable followed after was a devastating explosion.

If the Ashen One would have looked behind him, then he could see that the mountain of dead kingdoms of lost centuries had been cleaved in half. But he didn't, because if front of him was an opening in the enemy's guard and made use of it. With his last remaining strength the Ashen One thrusted his sword forwards into the chest of the Soul of Cinder, unleashing a powerful shockwave that penetrated the broken god and destroyed everything in it's what felt like hours he pulled the sword out and saw how the behemoth of a knight fell to the ground, releasing an inhuman agonizing scream and finally crumbling to ash.

* THUMP *

Exhausted the Ashen One fell to his knees with, his sword sinking into the ground.

'It is done, it is finally over.' Thought the warrior, as he felt the power of the Soul of Cinder entering his broken body.

Slowly but surely he stood up again and walked to the last and final bonfire. There he saw the summoning sign of the Firekeeper and called upon her. She appeared from the weak white light and walked towards the bonfire. Kneeling down she gently picked up the last embers of the First Flame.

Almost instantly the world around them darkened. ''The First Flame quickly fades. darkness will shortly settle.'' The Ashen One said nothing as the Firekeeper spoke. ''But one day tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers linked by lords past''She continued. The world around the both of them becoming darker and darker until nothing could be seen anymore. The Darksign in the sky has vanished. The world can finaly rest. Now only their breathing could be heared.

Before the Knight closed his eyes for good, he heared the Firekeeper ask one last question.

''Ashen One, hearest thou my voice still ?''

He just acknowledged the question with a single humm. Over the many years he lived he stopped talking, since all the friends he made on his journey are now dead or killed by his sword. In his eyes the knight had simply no right to talk.

'It's over. Now I c... we can rest.' One last time he tried to remember what his name is, but without success. And yet certain memories lasted in the back of his head for thousands of years.

''Do u think i can be a hero too?'' 'A hero? Hah! How laughable.' Killing gone mad friends and destroying the entire world. What kind of hero does that?

''Sorry kid. It's not gonna happen. You're quirkless.'' said an old man in white clothing. 'Quirkless? What is that supposed to mean again?'

''I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!'' said a young crying woman with the same green hair and eyes like his own. 'Sorry for what? And why do you look so familiar?'

Why is he trying to so hard remember? He doesn't know. And it doesn't matter anyway at this point.

The darkness finally engulfed him and soon he knew no more.

Dagobah Munical Beach Park

2:00am

Ashen One P.O.W.:

I didn't know when it happened but soon I heard a sound. My eyelids are still heavy and tried to identify that sound.'Is that water?It sure sounds like it.' He tried to focus more and then smelt the rot in the air.'What is that weird smell. I can tell it's bad but not as bad as hundreds of corpses decaying in blood and feces.*sigh* I feel so damn tired.'

Soon I losed focus again and thought '. Better go sleep again.'

Dagobah Munical Beach Park

13:00pm

P.O.W.:?

''This day was more misreable then the other ones before.''I mumbled as I walked aimlessly along the sidewalk to wards my secret spot at Dagobah beach. ''First my alarm clock died in the middle of the night, and got to late to her highschool because of that. Then after normal nickname calling like: ''Hey Ugly!'' or ''Hey dragonvillian, killed any heroes today?!'' or ''Ah here comes the future Nr.1 Villain.''

''It's not like it's my fault for looking like a black dragon.'' I muttered''All this ridicule just because of my quirk Dragon Heritage.'' I thought. After that the day went on like normal. ''But then we had to discuss our future plans and the damn teacher just had to say, that I want to be come a hero and go to U.A. university the best heroine school in Japan.''I thought. Everyone laughed at that, except for me and an another girl. Since i am used to this kind of bullshit my whole life. Katsumi on the other hand, was just stunned into silence after hearing this sentence. In her eyes my dream of being a heroine is insulting to her worldview hates me because of it .

It was after the classes that the real disaster came. The class was empty and only myself, Bakugo and her two lackeys remained. A delusional rant of queen bitch and a explosion to my face and she left me alone. It didn't hurt since my scales can simply shrug it off But before that slut left she said:

''If you want to be a hero that badly you damn villain, then pray hard enough that you will be born with a better quirk in your next life and take swan dive of the roof!'' At the moment I said nothing and Bakugo and her lackeys left me. But then i couldn't help myself anymore broke down crying silently to myself.

'I'm already struggling enough with with my anxiety. If people start trying to bait me into suicide, then I don't know if i could handle it on a daily bases. I only have my mother and she already is working non stop to provide for the both of us. Not having friends isn't really helping either.

Now I'm almost there at my secret „hideout".

It's just a huge dumpster nowadays, there for it's the best place if you want to be left alone with your own thoughts.

(General P.O.W.)

The girl walked down the stairs towards the beach and then between 2 gigantic mountains of trash directly into a little 5m x 5m clearing. On the left side was an old armchair with an shed like roof above it. It was the only thin there since, she cleaned this spot herself not so long ago. She set her favorite red and black school bag down and accidentally ripped a large hole in it with her claws.

* Sob *

She started crying again. With entire chaos she had to endure for the day, this was the last straw. She wailed and cried as loud as she could since no one was there. All the anger, frustration, sadness and selfhate.

She is crying it all out.

A can, that fell from one of trash mountains, fell to the ground right in front the lonely dragongirl. In her anger she picked it up and threw it with such a force against same hill it came from and the pile became unstable.

The young woman got spooked backed slightly away from it. As the hill collapsed, her blood red slitted eyes stared up in panic and fear. Not by her strength that she just demonstrated, she trained after all.

No it was the thing underneath the garbage pile that revealed itself.

A gigantic menacing looking knight armor, it's head looked towards the ground, right where she was standing at. The helmet had two spikes,that look like horns, one at the left and right side of his forehead and the forehead itself look like a big bulge going upwards. At the back of it's head is a red, hair like appendage falling backwards to it's neck. It didn't help that the visor resembles of bared sharp fangs. The torso makes one think of an armored dragon chest. Upper arms and legs are protected by a worn down chain mail armor. Underneath the chain mail, the arms and legs are covered in plated armour reminding at dragon scales. Hands and wrists are covered by slim but strong Irongauntlets that protect it's wearer. The footwear resembling human feet but with extremely sharp toes.

''AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!''

She screamed and leaped without hesitation behind a broken car, thinking it was a villian.

...

Some moments passed and she peaked slightly out behind her cover, realising that the heap of metal was just sitting there with it's arms to the ground. Only now she noticed how big that thing was and stared up in wonder.

''Holy shit that armor could be just as tall as the dragoonhero Ryukyu in her a dragon form. And she is almost 6 meters tall!'' But those thoughts left her, as she got a weird feeling from it.

Like it was staring at her.

Slowly but surely, the young woman walked towards it. And then she did the weirdest thing ever in her life.

''Ehm, hi I'm Sasaki Ichika and you are ?''