Dark Souls and RWBY. Now, that is a common crossover story that I usually see when reading Fanfiction. After playing Dark Souls III four times, I decided to write my own iteration of a Dark Souls and RWBY story.

What I mean by that is that, although it goes along with the RWBY plot, it takes place in between the ending of Volume 5 and right at the start to Volume Six. I haven't watched volume 6 up to the current (former) volume 9, I decided to watch it when I have the time. Still going to follow the standard RWBY storyline, but in a unique way.

And to much of some's dismay, this will take place after the 'End of Fire' Ending to Dark Souls III. Yeah, yeah, the Dark should have consumed everyone, including the Ashen One. Yet, I cannot help the feeling that they is always more in stock for this individual.

One more thing. This story is influenced by two fanfiction stories that I had read online. The first is called 'Blade Seeketh Blood' by Strongraider101. And the second is a Bloodborne/Kuroinu story called 'The Night Unfurls' by StaffSergeant. Both of which are seen in the layout of the story and the characteristic traits seen in the Ashen One. Speaking of which, his name will be inspired by Mundatorem's 'Fate: Souls and Singularities'.

I always wanted to see the Ashen One to be this wise and experienced yet jaded, distrustful, bitter, and cynical main character of a story. Look, it is my interpretation of how it psychologically affected the Ashen One throughout the events of Dark Souls III. Do you have a problem with it?

One more thing, I am going to be using the lore rather than the gameplay as it's rather interesting to do. That and also a certain fanfiction reviewer would be happy on.

Now, let's get on with the first and only chapter which will be really, REALLY short. For now, at least until I feel like uploading another story.

Dark Souls: Embers of Remnant

Prologue

Awaken, Ashen One

'The Lords will abandon their thrones, and the Unkindled will rise. Nameless, accursed undead, unfit even to be cinder.'

The sound of metals clicking together were heard as the Ashen One sat down in the ash field within the Kiln of the First Flame. The mix sensation of both bitterness and relief were the only feelings that the Unkindled felt as he watched the Firekeeper holding the remains of the First Flame after she picked it up. Her soft and gentle words was the only presence he heard aside from the embers emitting out of the First Bonfire and the Darkness that was about to come.

"The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will shortly settle." She went quiet as she sensed the Ashen One sitting down on the ashened ground before she resumed talking. "But one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked by Lords past."

The Ashen One knew that he, and the Firekeeper, may not be alive when the next Age of Fire will happen. But at least there will be time for peace for all of those who had suffered through the artificial prolonging of the First Age of Fire. They may be the first ones in a while who won't suffer with the Darksign within him and many others. Knowing that his job is done, the Unkindled closed his eyes and was about to begin his slumber.

His thoughts then shifted to the people he met like Andre, Siegfried, Anri, Sirris, Hawkwood, Corynx, Irina, Karla, Orbeck, Greirat, and even Patches. All of which his times with them flashed in his head as everything before him blackens.

Right before it envelops him, he heard the Firekeeper's voice for one last time.

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

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"Awaken, Ashen One."

The Unkindled heard a strange feminine voice calling out to him…Wait?

Wasn't he already consumed by the Darkness?

If that was so, then why did he hear a voice.

That voice was telling him to be awaken.

By why?

His duty has already been fulfilled.

But at the same time, being an Unkindled, he still had a duty to call.

And the Ashen One is not going to ignore this calling.

The Ashen One got up from the ground while soil and dirt came off of his Knight Set. Getting up from the ground, the Unkindled opened his eyes and immediately scanned the surroundings he was in. From where he could see, a sense of peace and harmony hit the Ashen One differently. He was aware that he was in a hill that was filled with life, which was something he was bitterly reminded of the crusade he had through the land of Lothric, and the Ringed City.

"Where...where exactly am I?" The Ashen One spoke with a very confused tone to himself.

He had a lot of questions. First and foremost, who was the exact voice that was able to summon him here? Second, where was the Firekeeper? She was with him when the First Flame had fade away. And finally, where exactly was he? The Unkindled One knew that this land was definitely not Lothric, which he was already aware of as he saw a towering City that was surrounded by mountains that had a waterfall. All of which had the feeling of being alive.

Wherever the Ashen One was, he already found his answers. "Guess I should start searching there. Better now draw out my true strength if I don't want to be immediately discovered." That was something he was about to do…

Right after getting into a different set of Attire.

Opening his bottomless box, the Ashen One looked to see that there was an entire set of the one that resembled the Soul of Cinder, as well as the weapon, he decided to leave it in there. Digging through his countless treasures, the Ashen One found what he could wear in this new environment.

-Scene Change-

Changing into the Fallen Knight Set from his standard Knight attire, the Ashen One trekked through the path that led him towards the city. He changed his weaponry from his fully upgraded Long Sword to a Dark Sword that was used by the Dark Wraiths which was sheathed on his left hip. His also switched his trusty Golden Winged Crest Shield to his Knight Shield that was placed in his back. He would have chosen a better option for his weaponry of choice, but the Ashen One felt like it was appropriate for now as long as he doesn't find himself in some sort of trouble.

Walking through the streets within the city that he found himself in, the Ashen One saw a lot of people in an unusual attire walking by. While he was strolling, he also heard something he never heard in a long time; children happily playing around the street. He also noticed some having some animalistic traits present of some that he passed by. "When did people have animalistic traits?" He had wondered to himself. The only time he had seen something like that is when he had encountered beings such as the Corvians and the White-faced Locusts. The latter of which sent a shiver down the Ashen One's core. He didn't notice a few glances made by these people, yet he ignored it as he couldn't be bothered by being looked at.

The Ashen One didn't realised that some time had already passed. He saw less people within this busy street. He found himself in the middle of an empty street where no people were present. A quiet sighed was released through his lips behind his helmet. It seemed like it was getting dark, and he needed to find a place to stay and gather as much intel he can in regards to the place that he is currently in. Right the Ashen One was about to…

"Oof!"

The Ashen One heard a young girl's voice and felt something that bumped into his left. Turning to that direction to see a young girl with short black hair with red rips. Her outfit consisted of a white high-neck décolletage blouse with brown studded wristbands on the arms, black skirt with red tulle underneath with an overbust corset with red strip holding it in place, a black belt bordered in red that could hold some sort of arrows or bolts, a black thigh-high stockings reaching to a few inches below the hem of her skirt, decorated by an image of a long-stemmed rose, and red-soled black boots contain four straps and buckles apiece. What was most eye-catching to the Ashen One is how this girl had a tattered red cloak with a singular clip on the right shoulder in the shape of a rose.

The last description made the Ashen One remind of the Slave Knight Gael. Someone who he had to put down due to going mad by consuming the dried up Dark Souls of the Ringed City's Pygmy Lords.

The Ashen One just silently looked at the girl that had bumped into him. The girl did the same. She went quiet for a few seconds as she stared at the armored hooded individual towering before her before she eventually spoke. "Um…sorry, I didn't see you there."

"…" The Ashen One didn't respond as he kept looking at the girl's silver eyes.

The young girl couldn't find the perfect words to say to this individual. He didn't say a word at all. She saw this individual looking at the surroundings and knew that he was missing. "Uh…are you lost?"

The Ashen One looked back at the young girl as she answered that question. He silently nodded his head in response. The young girl saw this and spoke, "Oh, I see. Well, if you want to find a place, maybe I could show you where the nearest hotel is. But it doesn't seem like you don't have any Lien with you."

'Lien? Is that the currency that this place use?' The Ashen One needed to have more questions answered more than ever. He wasn't going to be naïve here, and he felt skeptical of this young girl's aid.

The Young girl looked at the Ashen One as she thought of something else. "Or you can come with me and perhaps be introduced to the others."

The Ashen One tilted his head in curiosity. Why was this girl offering as much help to him? To the Unkindled, she was a stranger that he was doubtful of trusting. He had his own question to ask. "Can they be trusted?"

The young girl slightly winced at this Individual's words. His filter was a mix of being cold and apathetic. Despite this, she smiled at him. "They can. C'mon, you can come with me. I don't want them worrying that I took long roaming around Mistral."

Mistral. So this is what this place is called. The Ashen One now had the slightest idea of where he was at but there were a few more subjects that needed to be explained. He nodded his head to the young to lead on, and she eventually began to walk of the opposite side to where they were at. As they were doing so, he saw the young Girl stopped in her tracks as she faced him. "Something wrong?"

The young girl pouted at his attitude. "There's no need for that. I just forgot to introduce myself. The name's Ruby. Ruby Rose."

Ruby Rose. Well, the Ashen One could tell it already fit her by looking at the color schemes of her outfit, as well as the Rose emblem that he can see. Now he had to introduce himself to her. He doesn't have a name, but perhaps with the common elements within the numerous titles he was called, he already came up with one. "Name's Ash."

PHEW! It took me at least nearly two days to write this entire prologue of this Dark Souls III/RWBY story. It may not live to the expectation of other stories, but I am satisfied with how it had went so far.

So, about his appearance through the first volume, as you can tell it takes place before the start of Volume 6, yeah I chose the Fallen Knight set as it would fit the Ashen One/Ash fitting of him hiding his presence as he had awakened in Remnant. Don't worry, I got a perfect set for volume 7-8, and for Volume 9, there is going to be a change to his outfit as well.

Now, it is going to be a while when I upload the next chapter because I have t focus on my life and also need to write on how Wendy's Adventure's through Yharnam is going through a Fairy Tail/Bloodborne story ironically called 'Fairyborne'.

If you think the Ashen One will be alone? No, he won't be. I am planning to have two more additional Dark Souls III characters to this story. Just not now. I assume all you already know who they are?

This story will be interesting when you consider the characteristics the Ashen One has that I mentioned before. I wonder how this will go?

With that done, I will see you went the story gets updated.