My breaths where heavy, my lungs felt like ash from the fires that raged during my battle. I turn to my right, finding only the corpse of a namless Knight that has aided me many times in his silence, his armour was simple and his weapon was shattered, all thats left was a hilt tightly clenched in his hand as his almost detached left arm holds onto a crested sheild long since scortched by the battles we have endured.

I turn to my left, finding my oldest and closest friend as he haggardly pries his body up to stand using his sunlight sword. The warrior of sunlight that has accompanied me through this helish quest to kindle the first flame and aquire the souls of ancient lords as he seeks his very own sun...

"Art my friend..." Solaire attempts to walk to me but falls.

"Solaire!" I call out to him concerned.

I watch as blood pools around him, he coughs and tries to rise once more but falters...

"I am sorry my friend... we had a good time of it didnt we... such a shame... if only i had found... my own glorious sun" Solaire rolls with great effort onto his back as blood spittles from the holes on his helmet "my friend... I thank you" Solaire exhales a final breath.

"SOLAIRE!" i howl at the sight... realising... regretting.

Unlike the rest of us in this cursed land... Solaire was mortal, there was no second chance for him as there was for us cursed undead...

"Damn it!..." i bitterly slamb my fist into the ground.

We had finally reached the end! It was finally about to get better! I was the only one that needed to pay the final price! Me alone!

"You stubborn fool... You noble idiot!... What friend am i! I couldnt stop you from being here... i couldnt even create a sun for you my friend" i complain to no one but myself as i gaze into the twisted sky above me.

The ash whiping around with the winds as it patters my face and armour. I watch as the flame begins to dim from loosing Gwyn the Lord of Sunlight... an ebbing, gnawing disgust in myself for simply wanting it to die to spite this world and all it stands for!... but knowing my most trusted friends and all those that where driven mad helping me get this far would have wasted their lives for my petty scorn... i struggled to my feet and held tightly to the greatsword and shield of Artorias the Abysswalker, the one i had idolised since i was but a boy seeking approval.

It had been such a long time since i could recall such a simple memory... the faces of the past are but shadows in my waining mind, yet the hero of my past, the one i always wished to become... turned out to have failed in the end... it was i that accomplished his most heroic deed in slaying Manus of the abyss... but i accepted the Hero Artorias as he was despite this. If it wasnt for his legends...

"I would have grown hollow long ago. Alright my friend, Let me bring this age of fire to life once more, so that your body may bask in the suns warm light. I hope this will bring an end to me as well... finally... the despair i feel may at long last-" i touch a hand to the fire.

It was over faster than i expected. My body engulfed by flames so strong i couldnt so much as blink, my existance was nothing in comparison to the flame.

Suddenly i hear song birds tweeting, wind rustling trees and my armour. I felt odd to put it bluntly. My body felt more than the drive of a goal to prevent my curse from consuming my mind... wait...

"Its gone!?" I jolt to sit upright.

I felt my face, my abdomen and my chest hoping to feel something inside of me but only felt what my gauntlets brushed against.

"The curse? The darksign?... its gone?" I question as i look around myself in utter confusion.

I was in a forest, the sun was warmly bracing me as though the Abyss had never touched it before. My body was unburned save for the scorches of my once failed Pyromancy attempt with my right hand. I removed my helmeted hood hold up the blade of my greatsword and take a double check at my appearance. My face was untouched by the decrepid curse of undead, my eyes shone with a natural violet as they once did in my youth far before the curse touched me, my semi long black hair was catching against the stronger sunlight threatining to turn it golden. My lips where a light shade of red and my teeth seemed so clean, whats more, i could feel my stomach grumble as it once did before the undead curse stole the simple pleasure from me. I could taste the air, i could feel the taste of my gums on my tongue once again the smoothness of my clean white teeth...

"Is this a dream? A final comfort the Fire has gifted to me before i become truly one with it? But it feels so real" i lay my face onto the grass below me.

It all felt so real, it felt so pure and so very real...

I stopped myself from speaking to a friend i knew was no longer here...

"Was this what he felt when we dealt with sif? He did take an hour to enjoy the serene enviroment back then didnt he" i find myself smiling as i hold back tears threatining to leave my eyes.

After another painful grumble i sit upright and fix my hood back in place, the Armour of Artorias had always been comfortable and relaxing to me, he was my Idol and wearing his armour had made me more curagious than i ever thought possible.

"Food... i havent had anything so simple in such a long time... to think i would be thinking like him after linking the fire" i release a weak chuckle of sorrow as i wonder into the forest around me.

I remind myself of a time i roasted something on a fire for him... he choked on it while thanking me, such a fool... he didnt ever complain when he should have. Infact i only witnessed him once at his lowest, but compared with the rest of us, his joyful attitude was nigh unkillable. He bounced back so quickly even when the world as he knew it was shattered revealing the dreaded truth.

"Its barely been a moment... but i miss your jolly cooperation my friend" i speak up to the Sun.

My face feels a warmer touch and it sends a slight shiver down my spine as i cant help but smile... perhaps... maybe...

"You found your Glorious sun in the end" i pause my steps to smile almost blinding myself before closing my eyes and basking in the warmth.

Sometime later when the night begins to creep over the sky, i find fires and a cacophony of sounds coming from the structure in my distant view. As i had nothing else to concider given the grumble of my stomach i sped up my steps, keeping my greatsword and sheild ready. I always compare my height to Artorias at moments like these, when i hold his Sheild and sword at the ready. In his hands the sheild that covers my body was nothing more than a kite shield, and the sword was no bigger than a longsword in his grip, yet for me, it was a tower and a greatsword. I may have trained my whole life to be a hero such as he in the legends but i never thought i would use his very own style... given the time i spent studying the use of magics...

"Still cant use Miracles that well" i chuckle lost in my own thoughts.

Just as i was approaching what seemed to be the border line between the encampment and the forest... i found the most curious group being shood away by a woman with her back turned to them as she walks back into the forests depths. My natural respons was to follow the woman to ensure her safety in such a foregn forest and given how she wanted rid of the group now heading towards the fortress like structure that was indeed rather worn down from time yet solid and firmly placed. To my surprise how ever.

"Were i you, i would not have stalked so loudly"

Her tone was harsh, almost sarcasticlly bitter, yet it was lovely... seducing almost... it only occures to me now that i never had any thoughts such as this? And i had been around a fair number of maidens... yet this one that lingers in the dark just beyond my sight sounded lovely?...

"Appologies fair Maiden, i did not intend to Stalk, i only wished to ensure your safe return. I am Art-" I begin before being cut short.

"Ha! T'would be better without the dull flattery yes? Very good. Art you say? I am called Morrigan" She states flatly.

I was a little stunned by her in truth.

"Tis your chance to leave now odd warrior Art that i know not" Morrigan sighs.

I find the sight of her hand shooing me off from the shadows as she begins to turn.

"Lady Morrigan... would you permit me to escort you out of this forest at the very least?" I find myself asking against seemingly my own will.

"First i am called a Maiden and then a Lady? Do i seem so noble to you sir?. You may not escort me from this forest for tis not my wish to leave it" She scoffs at me before standing still out of my proper sight range.

"I see..." i weakly respond unsure "do you perhaps live around this forest? If so would i be granted the honor of escorting you home-" my stomach grumbles suddenly.

I hold it firmly in embarassment, suddenly now of all times i miss being cursed.

"Haha... ho, has the Warrior been starved? Do your fellow nobles not feed you the feasts you deserve-" Morrigan amusedly states.

"Im not from here lady morrigan. I have been traveling my entire life and never forgotten how one should treat others... but i have not eaten in what feels like an eternity-still, hunger will not sway me from escorting a Lady home" i firmly state my objective.

My best friend would knock me around if i left a woman alone in a forest like this.

"... sigh, very well, you may escort me half way to my home. Should you lose your way back then tis your own fault" She relents walking ahead.

"You Honor me my Lady. Allow me" i pull the sorcerer catalyst from the inside of my sheild and cast Light.

Suddenly her beauty is known to me, Yellow eyes, soft nose, lips that seduce like wine. Her features where left rather open as her skin exposure would seem closer to that of a wild wench but at the same time... she had an elegence about her unmatched even by proper ladies.

"W-what did you do? Twas not Magic as i know it?!" Morrigans eyes breifly flicker between the casted ball of light and myself.

"It was a simple sorcery, one of the forgoten golden sorceries of Oolacile... you have heard of Oolacile correct?" I ask rather unsure of her reaction.

"Tis not a place i have heard of before-never mind that, cancel your spell mage before the Soldiers camped ahead suddenly decide to send Templars" She orders aproaching me sternly.

"Cancel? Thats not how magic works, you cant cast something and then decide its existence suddenly shouldnt be. It only lasts for a time, why are you so concerned?" I ask her seriously.

"Have you a brain in that head of yours? Templars Hunt mages-you cant tell me you have never come across a templar before? Despite being a mage?" She asks while begining to drag me along.

"Mage hunters? Are they an order i should know of? If its just Sorcery then i can always use pyromancy" i tell her calmly.

"You will use nothing until we have gotten further into the wilds. Honestly, How did you escape their notice so long? Or do you intend for them to catch me?" She suddenly halts and pushed herself back.

I watch her bring a staff around from off her back, pointing it to me threatiningly...

"I apologise. Had i known this before hand i would not have casted light... but would they truly hunt you down for such a silly thing as this?" I ask pointing to the ball of light above us.

"You!... where did you say you where from Art?" She asks lowering her staff curiously.

"I've lived in Lordran for so long i cant recall the place i was born too, i did wonder close to Venihim in my youngest years" i tell her trying to remember a time when i was not in Lordran.

"Venhim? Lordran? Are you making this up? Never mind that, hurry along before i regret this any more than i already have-and do not cast another spell" Morrigan demands as she walks off ahead.

"As the Lady wish-"

"And stop Addressing me as such! Morrigan is enough" she states annoyed.

"As you bid Morrigan" i smile feeling rather pleased by her presence.

She was silent for the lingest time, even after my light spell had finished and we traversed the swamp like forest for what must have been a half hour then we stopped.

"Tis far enough now. As agreed half way to my home, now run Along back to the battlefield Art. And a bit of advice, do try to hide your strange magic from others, lest the templars and their chantry bore you into suicide or something..." She states standing within arms reach.

I stare down into her Yellow eyes in awe, she truly is enchanting to behold.

"Were I you, i would let my eyes linger no longer. Tis rude no?" Morrigan speaks up crossing her arms.

"Ah-my Apologies Morrigan, i have never seen eyes like yours before... i admit i was lost in their light" i state noting a light twitch of her hand before she scoffs at my words "though i wish i could escort you to your home, i understand your caution. Be safe Morrigan" i bow my head to her deeply.

"... Though t'was a short time, t'was pleasent. Farewell Art" Morrigan turns-

I find her body shrink suddenly and my eyes fall upon a small crow like bird as it takes flight...

"V-Velka?" I stutter in utter surprise.

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