So this is chapter 4. I've gone through a lot in the past week. You readers probably don't know but I have a rater shitty life. I remember last chapter I put off because i hurt my side racing go karts. Well, yesterday I almost drowned. I was brought ashore by a friend and his son thankfully before my lungs filled with water. Needless to say I threw up A LOT of lake water as well as everything I ate that day. Ever sense I've not felt myself. I'm on vacation with some distant family, and now I can remember why they were distant. Partying, drinking, smoking, making stupid decisions, I've seen it all in the past few days. And that's not who I am. And it's only been 5 or 6 days. I wish I would've reconsidered this. But my love for the family I thought I knew overthrew caution. And now i regret it entirely. So since the vacation I've not been myself, on top of that I feel even worse coming close to drowning. And it's just as bad afterward as it is during the process. Fortunately I remained conscious, but not favorably. So to try and break this feeling from myself, I'm going to push out this chapter tonight. It might take a few hours to finish, but I have the willpower to get it done. As for the capitalization of the letter 'I', it wasn't my intention to make those mistakes. You see when typing i look down at my keys when typing to avoid misspelling. So the little things like 'I' tend to get away from me when looking for the red lines that identify spelling errors. Surprisingly docs doesn't recognise lowercase 'i' as an error. I thank you for saying the rest is void of mistakes and how that's amazing, but unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to hold that reputation. The more material to write, the more room for errors to appear. I call it the Simpson's effect. The Simpsons being the longest running show to date, has been terrible compared to it's prime age of televising. Simply put, the longer the show kept airing, the more likely they are going to produce bad episodes over time. There are some shows that surprise me as long as they've run, like Red vs Blue in particular, as it has 15 seasons now. Some may disagree, but the show is innovative on a new level to appear entertaining from season 1 all the way through till 15. Like Eminem. His old hip hop stands out as great from his old school rap like infinity in 1988 even to his more recent work. Although i didn't really like campaign speech, I still think he will deliver in his album to come for 2017. Anyway that's just some media communication for ya. The point is I'm not too confidant that my work will hold up against the test of that effect. I'll try my best though. Alright, let's go. Oh I may be starting another story soon. Just as long as the drive returns. Ok, now let's go.
Yang stared into the corner. Not even a minute ago she was talking to Irina. Then she just disappeared. Not even a trace of her left but the riddles she left in Yang's thoughts. She offered help, but what exactly she helped with was unclear to Yang. It cleared the minimal things about what was happening between the two worlds, but otherwise was just too unclear. Something about flames and fire stuck out in her words. It was just too vague, too indirect. Or maybe it was the exact opposite.
Can it actually be that simple? Look for the flames? They will guide me?, the thought wandered in her mind unresolved. She would have to keep moving. There would be no point staying here pondering. She can figure this out along the way. Or maybe after. But she needed to leave.
Sighing Yang turned around and walked to the door frame behind her. It was a simple barred door made to fit the stone frame. Getting frustrated at the lack of sense of whatever was placed here. Stairs in a trench, ladders in a rat pit, a barred door in a small room about the size of a large hallway. None of it made sense.
Who the fuck put these things here!?
Kicking the barred door full force it flew open and bent at the imprint of her boot. It wasn't going to be closing anymore.
"Hmm. Another one of those unkindled are you?", someone spoke.
Yang failed to see him prior to breaking the door, so when he spoke her head snapped in his direction, almost hesitant to fight him immediately. Taking a step back she readied herself into a combat stance.
"Relax", the person said in a stern tone. "I'm not here to fight with the likes of you".
Yang slowly lowered her gauntlets down to her side. Whoever this was at least had the intelligence to not attack everything and anything. The voice belonged to an armored individual sitting on the rocks to her right. His armor black as charcoal at most spots. Most areas looked like scales or overlapping pieces of plate. The armor had some loose frays of what she assumed would be a cape, but most of it was around the waist, like an old fashioned cloth for knights. He wielded a massive hammer that no doubt took a lot of strength to wield. Hell even lifting it looked impractical. Nevermind swinging it. Then again, Nora and Ruby also wielded very large weapons. But that was different. Ruby has the advantage of speed making it so she can shift the mass of crescent rose in several directions. And nora constantly used explosives to move around the battlefield, as well as enhance the movement of magnhild. This hammer was literally just a giant hammer.
"A wise choice. You're not unkindled at all are you? No. You're not of the curse. Humanity has yet to taint your soul. No matter. Whichever direction you choose to go, you'll find traces of the flame. Should you be embered, the curse will embed itself in your soul. But i suppose it's miraculous you've stayed alive this long. The rest of the undead are not like you. Not at all."
Yang stared at the man once more. She noticed the helmet from which his voice sounded. T was that of an ancient looking demon. She would have mistaken it for a face had she not noted it didn't move. It wouldn't have been the most unbelievable thing that's happened so far. She decided to pry. Maybe this person could be of more use than Irina. He seemed intelligent enough. And he already knew about the flame apparently.
"Who are you?", Yang asked. Her voice was firm but unthreatening.
"I am Eygon of Carim. So You've gone and rescued the wench have you? Pitiful. I suppose I should be gracious. Sitting here protecting her hd to have come to an end at some point. You know what that's like, don't you? An end to things. You untouched souls, all just waiting for it. You should consider yourselves lucky. Like a frail maiden on the front lines, you're doomed to play the fool like the others. She told you to seek the fire did she not?", Eygon spoke.
Yang was speechless. His words contained nihilism but wisdom. She wasn't sure whether or not to feel offended or enlightened. So she stayed silent.
"So she has. Heed my words. If you've any sense you'll stay away from the flame. The likes of the lord's will either kill you, or turn you undead. That is if you should be able to take their souls. Go find yourself somewhere to huddle up in a corner and pray that fortune may come your way. This world is not meant for you. It's not meant for anyone. Not even her", Eygon said looking into the area where she had just met Irina.
"Now go on, find those who bare the flame. And doom yourself to become an undead. No matter what you take from this world, it will always return from whence it came".
Yang had enough of these indirect words. She wanted answers. Now.
"What the HELL are you talking about?!", Yang said bursting into flames. Her eyes red with rage struck Eygon with hostility.
"I have had enough of this stupid riddle for this stupid fire from before. I don't need you to tell me what to do! All i want is to find my friends and my sister. I don't care about your god forsaken flame or fire or whatever this undead bullshit is you keep talking about. Either tell me how to get out of here, or get something clear to say before i hurt you!"
"You'd be wise to hold your tongue wench! The flame is what keeps the undead. You come from a world where the flame does not exist. Should you take the soul of any who carry the flame, you as well will become undead. Cursed to live this eternity until someone takes your very soul from existence. Or perhaps you'd want this, to be an undead. To be unfit for something such as death. You're just like the rest of them. I'd wager you will take the flame for yourself should you make it toward worlds end. Care not about your friends or sister. They're probably gone already", Eygon said in spite. "Or for worse, they will search for the flame themselves. Just like you."
"Shut up! My friends are better than that! I'm going to find them, and we're going to fix this. And when we do, I'll make sure to see you suffer a fate as depressing as your words!", Yang said marching toward the knight.
Suddenly a white flash broke her vision and sent her back. Getting up off her back, she saw Eygon with his hammer firmly planted into the ground. "Have you gone mad? You would take the flame for such a selfish reason as your own? To fix your world would mean to take the flame for yourself, and burn all that exists in this realm until there is nothing left! You ungrateful wench! The end of fire draws near and you wish to keep what is left of your world? There will be none left to inhabit it! You will all die in darkness until the flame is taken from you. No matter. I will ensure you will not make it to the first flame. Your journey will end here", Eygon said as he swung where Yang had been before. Yang sprung back away from the hammer.
Eygon withdrew his hammer to his shoulder and slowly made his way toward Yang. "I, Eygon of Carim swear to end your pursuit to forsake this world for your own", Eygon said coming closer at a running pace. He withdrew a shield Yang had failed to see was on his back. Now wielding the hammer in one hand, and shield in the other, Yang knew Eygon was of great strength. She also needed to watch out for that blinding attack he somehow managed to pull off.
Eygon readied his shield and swung the hammer overhead. Yang dodged right and released a barrage of attacks on his shield. His left arm held against her punches. Yang put a powerful jab right into the center of the shield, pushing her back. She left hooked, but her gauntlets scraped against the shield in sparks. Keeping her momentum she spun clockwise and kept her fist primed to jab right into the shield once more. The shield still protesting against her strength, Yang raised both her hands above her head prepared to bash the shield full force with both hands. Eygon's right foot stepped back and suddenly stepped forward as he swung the hammer right across where his shield was previously raised.
Yang was hit directly in her left side. Her aura flashed as her ribs to her hips were smashed against the giant hammer. Yang spun out of control a few feet back before thudding on the ground and rolling until she hit the rock wall. She slumped to the ground grasping her ribs. They weren't broke thanks to her aura, but it certainly hurt. The sound of Eygon's armored boots approached slowly.
"You pitiful sorry soul. I'll end you quick so you may be reunited with the others you've lost colliding our worlds together." Eygon stopped by Yang still grasping at her ribs in pain. Eygon raised the handle of his hammer above his head, readying to crush her beneath the bulk of the massive hammer. "So long to a dark soul", Eygon spoke once more. Eygon brought the hammer down but was blasted back in an explosion of fire. Eygon lay on his shield on his back, the ground beneath him digging up dirt over the grass.
Yang now stood ablaze against the wall she was just smacked into. The rock and dirt around her now burned and coated back. Her eyes red as rage filled her mind. Her hair on fire only proved it's presence. Her semblance activating returned her strength multiple times over. The damage from the hammer had done alot, and oh was payback a bitch.
Eygon had just gotten up as Yang appeared in front of her. He quickly drew his shield. Yang wasted no time disposing of it. With a couple right hooks she could see he was reeling harder than before. Yang roundhouse kicked the shield and Eygon lost his poise. She stepped forward blasted a shell into his chest full force. His armor withstood the impact but there was likely some damage underneath. Again on the ground his head just a foot away from the stone wall opposite of the one he sent Yang into.
He saw her approaching and went for a shield bash to her midsection. Yang brought her foot up and stomped on the edge of the shield, sticking it into the wall. Letting him stand up Eygon brought the hammer up to strike Yang down. Yang grabbed the bludgeon of the hammer and kicked Eygon hard in the abdomen. Eygon fell to his knees and grunted, likely feeling heavy internal pain. Eygon still managing to hold on to the hammer with one hand while grabbing at his stomach, Yang grabbed the giant hammer by the handle with two hands and flung Eygon from the grasp of his own weapon and tumbling over the ground until he collided with the rock he was once sitting on.
Eygon barely managing to get up readied his fists. Yang, dropped the hastily walked to him ready to end this. He swung one right hook and Yang easily caught it. Holding him by his right fist, she stepped in and headbut Eygon's helmet. It obviously hurt Yang, but she could easily take the hit as she already did with his hammer. Eygon got dazed from the more than powerful impact to his skull. He let out a dazed moan of dizziness and pain. Yang spun him around by his right arm as she twisted it behind his back.
"Ahhh!", he screamed in protest. Eygon was a formidable opponent. But he couldn't account for Yang's semblance enough to kill her. Quickly putting Eygon in an upside down headlock Yang held him as he struggled to move. He grasped at Yang's elbow and shoulder in an attempt to pry himself free. Yang faced everything below Eygon's head as his head was staring at the sky under her right arm. His legs barely held his weight as he grew weaker from the lack of air.
"You goddamned wench! You are the most ungrateful soul that will become an undead!", Eygon managed to say in between gasping for breaths. Yang looked out to the area before her. Below was the trench, forward was the bridge along with the big monster she faced before. There were other things pacing about the road in front of her. She would have to kill them all. She would need to get to this fire he spoke of, and restore remnant to the world it used to be.
"Undead this.", she said as she closed her eyes. She jerked her arms up, and as a loud crack was heard under the armor, she broke his neck. His arm reached up into the sky as his last moment of life faded away. She let his body slump to the floor as it faded into a white light. An indescribable sound was made as the light faded into nothingness. Then Yang absorbed the light that was his soul. He wasn't coming back.
Yang's eyes and hair returned to their normal state. She looked around for anything significant. Up ahead looked like some worn down small buildings of some kind. Then the bridge and what was ahead, which she already saw. Above looked like a big oddly structured building with a trail leading to and from there. She might have to check out the buildings later. But they may be as useless as the rat pit. She turned around and saw the giant church like tower building made of stone brick, as well as the stone brick stairs going to the giant wooden doors.
How did I not notice that before? This place had only one way to go until now. Now it has like six. And I was just dropped in the middle of a trench.
Yang decided to head into the church tower. Her first idea was to get to the bridge, but she could deal with that later. Quickly checking ember celica, she dried off the small amount of blood left from the fight. Eygon's armor probably got the worst of it, so he didn't bleed out very much. She didn't feel anything particular for killing him. He was trying to kill her. One of them had to go. It was just kind of a grey area for now. But Yang had killed someone. That wasn't the particular thing huntsmen and huntresses were supposed to be prepared for. Grim were a different situation.
She walked toward the church stair steps. THe doors were big, but wooden. The frames holding them in place didn't look any less breakable than the barred door she kicked to oblivion. But seeing as though she just killed someone out of an angry dispute, she wanted to try a more respectful approach. Especially if it was a church. Making her way to the top of the steps she put her hands to the doors and pushed. They open slowly and loudly as they protested against her strength. She still managed to open them despite being heavier than she expected. Or maybe they needed some oil. Either way she didn't care. They were loud and slow, but they opened.
The inside didn't look to impressive. There were some more steps at the far end, and what looks like some kind of suspension rig. She really hoped wherever it lead to was better than the rat pit. But on the steps that lead to them were a ridiculous amounts of lit candles. Figures. When the world smashes a continent with rat pits and giant undead monsters trying to kill you, it makes sure the delicate candles are still lit upon arrival. Then again, Irina did say something about flames guiding her. Yang picked up a dark age vibe from the encounters she made. If fire was as important as they make it sound, she would hate to see what their world was like before they found it. It almost sounds like something other worldly. Like it somehow has so much more significance than it does in her world.
Yang sighed. This is her world now. Yang looked down at her hands. Just in the short time since the worlds collided, Yang had fought an undead giant saw wielding monster, killed giant rats with flesh falling off and rotting, freed a blind and helpless woman bound by her own delusions, and killed a man. If this was just the beginning of her journey, what did the rest include.
This world is so dark. No wonder they focus so much on this flame. There's no sun, the world is populated by monsters and now the living are the rare ones. What kind of world is this. People live forever until another just comes along and takes your soul for themselves. What do they have left to look forward to besides their own death?
Yang's eye grew a slight shade of blue in their lilac color. Her hands were stained with blood. Dark blood. Some of a human, some of monsters. With any luck, she'd hoped she would be saving lives as a huntress. Now that this tragedy struck Remnant, there may not be much left to save. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a scroll. The holographic phone was somehow still intact. Regardless it was useless except for the offline functions, as she figured the comm towers were probably destroyed. She flipped through her pictures until she found her team. It was the only good one she actually had of her team. Blake had her bow off to the left of Yang and was smiling, which was a rare sight to see as she usually covered her face when reading. Ruby was at Yang's other side Smiling brightly as usual. Her optimism was always present at beacon. And everywhere else for that matter. Weiss was on the far right not looking at the camera but smiling nonetheless. She didn't remember what had made her smile, but she was glad she caught it in the picture. And yang was in between Ruby and Blake with her arm wrapped around ruby, and her right arm holding the scroll at the perfect angle to get the whole group. Yang's goofy smile was fitting as she was laughing during the picture.
It was one of her favorite pictures, alongside team STRQ that Uncle Qrow let her take. All the others either were focused on one person or one of them was doing something else in the picture. It was her team. That's what she had to look forward to. Yang smiled again thinking about her team. They gave her some purpose here. As she was about to put her scroll away she stumbled forward and almost dropped it. Suddenly gasping, she fumbled around with the scroll bouncing around in her hands until she clasped it in between her hands as if she caught a sword. She gave a sigh of relief. She looked at it once more. It was a picture of her mother.
Yang's complexion grew confusing. The only picture she had aside from the one that uncle Qrow had of the team.
"Mom…", she said to herself. That was her previous goal. Finding her mother. In a sense she has. She had saved Yang's life after Neo had beat her. That was her only insight she had as to what kind of person her mother was. She had some threatening reputation to at least scare off Neo. For better or worse, she had done it. But for the wrong reason. At least Yang believed so. Her mother was on an ever sensitive scale. Yang closed her eyes and put her scroll away. She would have to worry about that another time. She wanted to focus on what mattered. Her mom was not as impactful on her life as her team. But if she finds her along the way, she'll cross that bridge at the opportunity.
Yang was at the steps now. The candles lit the steps almost majestically. She wondered what was at the other end of the rig. Wherever it went was where she was going. At least for now. With no direction and no sense of surrounding, Yang prepared to jump into the unknown. And just as she took her first step up, The platform lifted off the ground. Both curious and surprised, she quickly hastened up the small stair steps and to the platform. She wasn't fast enough to catch it however, but was surprised when another came up from the hole below. And the person that came with it.
"Hmm… Mmmmmm… Hmm... Mmm… Oh! Pardon me, I was absorbed in thought."
Alright that's it for this chapter. I do realize not a lot happened in particular in this chapter, but it was something i did plan out. Yang's actions will affect her character, and as such I decided to provide that action at this opportunity. Of all characters I think Yang her the most open personality. Between all her anger, joy, sadness, and carefree attitude, I think she displays the most emotion that she actually feels. Blake seemed to be the opposite until volume 4 where she now has the skin tone of a marshmallow and the facial expression of Fox Mccloud. Anyway I am doing better now that I've returned to the story after this time. Other than that i don't have a lot to say this time at the end, but I did state I may want to start another story. Now I won't pick that up immediately as i think doing two stories at once while trying to maintain certain things may get problematic. I do realize people do it all the time, but I am new to this stuff, and I do want to keep things simple until I can get to a better pace. The idea for the story is not related to either dark souls or rwby but thought i should put it out there should it ever happen. Anyway, it's late and I'm gonna upload this now. Later.