Suddenly, the world came back into existence. Who was I? Where was I? Confused, I looked around, weighed down by my heavy armor. A small black thing floated a few inches above the corpse of the knight in front of me. I reached out and everything came back. I had been a knight of Berenike who had been sent to find a cure for the undead curse. I had traveled with a small group, but we had split up to increase our chances of getting access to the city of Anor Londo. Then, nothing. I had no idea what had happened to me. If I had gone hollow, why was I conscious again? Was it that strange sprite in front of me? I carefully tried to pick it up, but it disintegrated, the particles flowing into my body, disregarding my steel armor. In an instance, more Memories returned. My past, my family, my friends, and most important, my name. Tirana. Our captain, the famous Black Iron Tarkus, had told me to stay behind to wait for our companions and lead them to the Fortress of Sen's, which we had found out to be the only way to access Anor Londo from this place. There may have been other paths in the distant past, but they are unknown and most likely withered away. I had waited for days, weeks, or maybe just hours. Time is weird in these lands. After some time, my spirit and determination withered away. Had the captain made it? And if so, why hadn't I heard from him? Had he maybe gone hollow? No. Not Black Iron Tarkus. Not the most renowned knight in the army of Berenike. He must have made it. And I knew I had to find him.
The corpse in front of me looked really bad, his skull and helmet crushed alike by the last heavy blow of my mace. It looked like I had killed the poor soul. Something in his pockets caught my attention. A small bottle, half-full of a faintly glowing liquid. Curiously I picked it up and examined the content. It didn't seem like the liquid was poisonous. I carefully took a small sip, before coughing in surprise as a surge of energy ran through my body. I felt injuries heal I didn't even notice I had suffered. Plus, even more memories returned. Of how the other children had always avoided me for my large figure. How I was the first woman to join the ranks of the Berenike Knights. How I became known as second in sheer strength only to Tarkus himself, despite never having fought any of my companions outside of sparring. I shook my head and looked around, searching for a clue where I was and what had happened to me. Other corpses were strewn over the large room, which seemed to be some kind of church. Their injuries didn't look like they could have come from my mace, so I assumed my victim had slewn these hollows. I remembered this church. The captain had ordered me to wait here. But how long has it been since then? Weeks? Months? Maybe even Centuries? I had to find him. So I lifted my massive shield and headed to the walkway into the older church, which had already been in ruins when I had first seen it. To enter Sen's Fortress and hopefully find my lost captain.