Dark souls 2 here not for you scraper! D:
"The flames…the flames…how…" Cale was absolutely absorbed in thoughts. Days has it been since the flames started to flicker on this earthen map in his manor. Books, young and old, big and small, blocked the way to upstairs. His primal needs screeched for satisfaction and yet he quelled such necessities for he needed to get to the bottom of his … one way or another.
The air is getting thinner and more humid with time. Cale took off his saggy garments to concentrate more just like this ancient mage he read about.
"Hmm..Err..Hmm…CONCENTRATE DAMN YOU! "He tore another useless page from his most precious book (which was in fact the largest of them all). It was a sad scene to witness; to see good man succumbing to the path of hollowing whilst trying to attain some knowledge. Cale tore apart as many books as he could with his waning strength …
That was till the one of the flames turned into blue.
"B-blue? i… red, blue.. blue blue blue blue. Life err…ugn...ah..AHA! Ahahahahahaha!" whatever he had discovered set his mind ablaze as he trotted around cheerfully throwing bits and pieces of paper here and there. In his verge of happiness, those tiny pieces of paper were devoured by the ever-hungry flames. They grew violently demanding more and more. Cale was surrounded by a raging sea of flames. There was no way out.
"N-n-n-n-n-no No nooo NO! people must hear, know, listen. I can change EVERYTHING!" he shouted to no one in particular. He had no other choice but to go deeper into his manor. The blue wall of flames shed some light on a particular wall showing its translucency…an illusionary wall.
Cale went through the wall only to find a rotting skeleton clutching to what seems to be a broken vessel. His armor was worn beyond recognition. His shield was ever so brilliant like the day it was forged with the branding insignia of the mighty sun. The corpse picked up its broken sword from the dusty floor and slothed slowly towards Cale. The endangered man was stark naked and armless, there was nothing he could do.
Despite all odds, Cale inhaled deeply and laughed like never before " Hahahaaha….aaahhaaahahaa! Aaah, Ooooh the irony…."
He embraced the rusty sword with a smile whilst his soul was crying in agony. If only he could tell someone of his discovery…
I will let you figure out the ol' Miyazaki storytelling right here...