Greetings, my name is Malenia, Blade of Miquella and I have never known defeat, well until a tarnished beat me and then…well, that is a story, however, you might be wondering what I am doing on the moon? Why am I at war? And on the moon, you ask- well, it all started when-
"Malenia! Stop monologing and use your rot, at heaven's sake is everyone around here is dumb?! Rykard is slithering away, Radhan is jumping around, the damned tarnished is sleeping, and will my mother and Rennala stop touching the said tarnished! We are in the middle of a damned war with outer gods, you would think they would take this seriously! Ranni stop petting Blaidd! Maliketh, stop humping the will knights! They are our enemies! Godwyn, stop flying around! Is anyone here doing their job, no, no! Tanith, Rykard stop having sex in the middle of the battlefield! And will the crucible knights do their job instead of watching said sex! I'm…I'm done, Roderika, hold me! Hold me, Roderika! You know what, let the world be destroyed!"
If you are wondering why my brother, Miquella is mad, and what exactly is going on? It all started eight months ago.
Miquella felt the pain, where was he again? In that damned womb? He doesn't remember much, but there is a feeling of disgust. The disgusting touch of one of the omen twins, Mohg- his once brother to be said. All for what?
An outer god he had never seen, he was prepared to make a dynasty for them, but had a false love for Miquella, only lust and desired his strength.
Miquella didn't know, he doesn't want to for what it was, he was glad that he was out, looking below, he saw his arms and legs- for the first time, he felt tears.
No longer a child's body, no longer a body of a young one- but the one of an adult, no longer cursed.
Even if his arms and legs were that of a twig, he couldn't feel much stronger, but it matters not as strength, can be regained and-
"Ho~ the little guy is awake."
Miquella startled, and on instinct dragged back, looking up he saw…a man? A giant man, well not a giant, but if things are to be considered, the man was a head or two or maybe even three taller than his twin sister Malenia.
Wait, this man-
"Radhan?!"
"Hm? Are we aware of each other's existence? Now, that I see, you have the golden hair of the eternal goddess herself and eyes of our father, himself, are you, someone, I should be aware of?"
"He is Miquella, brother, the one who made Unalloyed Gold, for a man who has wits and knowledge, you sure lack information about your own siblings."
Miquella tried to see, the man who spoke, who he was, quite a frisky voice he might say, deep too, not as deep as Radhan's though. The man, could be said to be as tall as his own sister, maybe a little short? He too had Radhan's hair, Miquella's father, Radagon's red mane, might be a little shortcut to it, but it was clear. He had an appearance of a king, a serpent sword he held as well-
"Rykard?"
The man chuckled, "Aye, golden boy, seems to me that we four are here for a purpose, after all, we are TOGETHAAAAA."
Huh? What was that? Miquella, blinked, for a moment he could have sworn, he saw a serpent-faced man.
Wait, four?
Near a dead woman… a dead maiden? The one who was inspecting the said dead maiden was, a man? Who wore a dragon scale armour, gold and black in colour, the same colour bracelets and waistcloth, looked as if made from the dragon itself, he wore what looked like a makeshift crown from gold? And a skull mask.
Clearly, Miquella could tell that this man is a Tarnished. The fourth one here.
Many questions needed to be answered but first, "What exactly occurred? Does anyone remember what happened to them before we arrived here?"
Rykard answered, "Here the thing golden boy, we don't- I remember being devoured by the serpent god, our ambitions matched, but what occurred after that, the horrendous act that I did as the serpent god's vessel," Rkyard looked away in shame, but continued, "I just remember being killed, I don't remember how."
"Well, you know my story lad, my battle with your sister, her using the rot to destroy my kingdom,"
"Do you blame me for that?" Miquella spoke, even in an almost immovable state, he stared at Radhan's glazing eyes, "My sister, Malenia fought for my name, she fought as Blade of Miquella, you stand before him, Miquella- it was due to me too, that your kingdom fell- do you hold me in contempt? Do you wish to kill me?"
For the time there Miquella forgot why was he there and what was he doing, his golden eyes, he stared at Radhan, "My name screeched across the land as Starscourge Radhan! The general, the man who held the stars and held down the fate, I shall not lie to you, I had two different reasons and one of them, was the boast my strength, that time- your sister fought in your name and I fought for mine, she could not control a power she did not choose, simple as that- what happed to the people of Caelid, I regret that, if your sister is to blame for the attack, then I am too for bringing the war, no one stands in the right place when a war is declared, no matter the intent. So, I have no hate for you or your sister," Miquella sighed a little but Radhan continued, "However, should she face me again, in a battle of death, I will not hold back and I will kill her, I need you to know that."
Miquella closed his eyes…somehow, he agreed that what comes next can be decided then, however, for now, he continued, "What is the last thing that you remember, Starscourge?"
"Just call me Radhan lad, and as for what I remember last was a battle with someone, I fell, I can't remember who I fought, but what I do remember, is that I fell and now I am here, what about you lad?"
"I remember being in the cocoon, it was ripped out by Mogh, I remember being raped by him- and one day, he went out of the cocoon, he never re-entered, the cocoon broke and I was glad that I died, and now, I am here."
Radhan and Rykard, if they had something in their mind, they didn't speak. There was a comfortable silence, before Rykard asked, "What are you doing Radhan?"
"Checking," the latter spoke, closing his fists and opening them.
"What exactly are you checking?"
"Four-fifth of my power was used to lock the stars in stasis, I have it all back, I can still feel the stars, and the moon and they aren't moving…is he influencing them, again? If, so, no not yet…there may be time,"
Rykard got a bit peeved, "Would you tell me, what exactly is going on with you?"
"Let me confirm certain phases, I will let you know, what is going on meanwhile, the golden boy can't fight, Rykard is the only one who can."
"What about the tarnished?"
Radhan turned towards the guy, the tarnished could be said to be a few inches taller than Miquella, he was staring at the dead maiden pointing fingers, in a whole? What is that? Try finger but whole?
"Tarnished, your name, what is it?"
He looked up, he made gestures, something around the lips and on the neck, Radhan was confused, Rykard on the other hand, "He doesn't have a name he says, he is nameless."
"You understand that?"
"Symbol language brother, I study too, a reminder."
"Tarnished, then, do you remember why you were here? Or what was the last you were doing?"
The reply was the shook of his head.
"You too huh, well, for wanting of more answers we need to get out of this place, however, I do not know how strong you are, as such," Radhan lifted his blade, The Starscourge Great sword-
"I don't think that's a good idea, brother-," Rykard lifted his hand, to stop, however, it would seem as to it was too late and Rykard thought that the Tarnished would now perish, for doing nothing-
However, that didn't happen-
DOOOOOOOOOON!
The chapel where they were in, cracked and broke, and the nearby walls fell, but that was not surprising, what was surprising was the Tarnished, with a single hand, stopped the blade and the tarnished did not appear to have any trouble.
Radhan laughed, and laughed out loud, "Interesting, most interesting, to stop my blade, you are indeed strong. Now, let's move and decide what to do next."
Grafted Scion, that's what he or it was called. It does not remember, who it was, or what it was, all it remembers is that it was given a task by its lord. Godrick, The Grafted.
It had a single job, kill anyone who comes through that Chapel of Anticipation and make it his own grafted part. Scion had been doing this for a long time, it would continue to do so.
And it could feel, like someone has appeared, jumping over the Queen Marika's statue, Grafted Scion was prepared to land, scare and kill-
SLASH!
It did not happen, as it jumped, instead of landing on the ground, it landed and pierced itself on a greatsword.
"What is this? This look like Grafted shit…ah, we are somewhere near Stormveil Castel, and I just know what exactly to do! Gather near me boys!"
Grafted Scion was thrown off, to a side, like waste garbage as if its existence mattered not to these men, it was already practically dead, but now, even humiliated! It didn't even get to do anything! And there wasn't one, but four of them!
Who even are they?!
Before it could get the answer, it appeared as though the largest guy, surrounded him and his allies? In a ball of fire, like a meteor that falls from the sky and blasts off.
The Grafted Scion had seen everything, perhaps it was a good time to die, and thus jumped off the cliff.
The maiden who watched this from afar, had her mouth gaped open.
What the hell just entered no, who the hell just entered the Lands Between?
The king of the Stormveil Castel, Godrick the Grafted, gently petted the dead dragon, he spoke, "Mighty Dragon, thou'rt a trueborn heir. Lend me thy strength, o kindred. Deliver me unto greater heights."
Godrick believed in the dragons just as much as he believed the Great Godfrey and that they would once again return to the golden rays of…
Is this heat he felt? Where is it emerging from?
Godrick looked up to find his answer, a meteor? Heading to Stormveil castle?
-Wait, a darned minute, it wasn't heading towards the castle…it was heading towards him!
"I command thee-!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Notes:-
This will be a fun and chaotic story and will follow someone my theory, mostly it's just me and the boys, causing chaos because we can.