OKAY!
Before you read this, you guys should know that I got veeery carried away with this. I kinda realized that I have the prophet, the main protagonist, alongside Velka, the Antagonist/love interest/awesome OC character and I kinda felt this was a great chance to dive a bit deeper into both of their characters.
Originally, I planned to put this in the same chapter as the dragon fight, so this was going to be a lot longer than it is now. But since its been almost two months since I posted a chapter, I decided to finish a bit early and just give what I already have.
Due to this decision, this chapter will not have the dragon fight included in it. (Fully prepared to take the heat for that BTW) But you'll be happy to know that I've already begun writing it and will be releasing it soon.
Until then, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
A shoutout to a comment that reminded me of something important as a writer.
PathofOdinSonofThor- Well done. Other than that, I see how you feel you're digging a deep hole with this love interest thing, but keep in mind, this story is YOURS. Not only do you NOT have to please your readers, you can do whatever you want with this story, but to actually give a legitimate review on the Harem Issue instead of just reminding you of your creative license, you don't HAVE to put them together, or anyone for that matter. You could make Velka sacrifice herself for not only Kaylen but for the cause he believes in to end the cycle. You could make Anastacia choose her duty as a fire keeper over her love life, à la responsibility over passion. As for Reah, I want to see how you address her before I give a response. (Same goes for Quelaag and her sister. Come to think of it, Quelaag's sister is honestly the one thing I'm looking forward to in this story. You've written Kaylen with the same fatal flaw as Percy Jackson (undying loyalty) so I can already tell that's going to be interesting. Wish you luck with the next chapters!
My Response- Bro, I want to seriously thank you. This comment gave me a good reminder that I should have fun with this story and to make sure that I enjoy writing it. Not that I don't love writing this Fic, I will admit that I am a lot more nervous about that things I put in it now then when I had like 2 followers. So a comment like this really helped me lighten up a bit. Thanks for reminding me to take it easy and have fun with it, bro. Really appreciate it. :)
Alright, that's all I have to say guys. Hope you enjoy this chapter of the story.
Warning: If this chapter is horrible, you may all proceed to blame PathofOdinSonofThor. (Lol Just kidding bro.)
All had been quite as the prophet and the goddess walked down the trail at a calm pace. In fact, for Velka, it might have been a bit too quite.
She had been glad for the chance to unravel the enigma that was Kaylen of Demacia and had thought he would be rife with questions and conversation, but he hadn't word to her a since they started. Choosing instead to continue remain completely silent.
"How very odd. He's as quite as a mouse in a den of starving kittens. " Velka thought to herself. " I wonder what's on his mind that keeps him so silent."
Not content to simply wonder, the goddess reached inside the prophets mind and, after a short moment of pause, could hear his inner thoughts with clarity. Though, with the knowledge that he was indeed abnormally strong minded, she took care to do it with ease.
"Oh jeez, what the heck am I supposed to do now?" the prophet thought nervously as a certain goddess walked alongside his right. He tried to keep his eye's forward, but couldn't help but turn his gaze toward her, his eye's devouring the sight of her figure. "God, her beauty's almost otherworldly, the stuff of every mans dreams."
If nothing else, the prophet would be honest with himself about this. For him, the sight of the goddess never seemed to get any less mesmerizing. Every step she took was somehow sensual, elegant and confident all at the same time. Her heels clicked over the cement with a steady, even rhythm, offering the prophet a good view of the thickness of her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side, mercilessly teasing his thoughts. Even her scent, a clean, ocean-like fragrance that filled his senses, claimed his attention.
"What makes it worse is I don't even think she's trying right now." the prophet thought. "This is all natural."
Listening to his thoughts about her and what he thought of her body, the goddess could not suppress a gentle smile. To most it would appear innocent, simply her enjoying her time with him. But the prophet himself could see that there was something behind that smile- a certain amount of mischief maybe? Whatever it was, the feeling only served to make the him more uneasy.
"Dude, say something, your blowing this. But what the hell am I supposed to say? I'm still not even sure why she even likes me." The prophet thought hysterically. "Okay, okay, just stay calm. There is nothing to be afraid of. She's just a normal woman... a normal woman who could probably kick my ass with both hands tied behind her back. But that's no reason for me to be nervous. I just have to say something to her and say it with confidence."
Fully confident in his speaking abilities, the prophet blurted out the first thing that came to mind. (Which he immediately wished he planned better.)
"So...uh...what's it like being a god?" the prophet said aloud.
The moment he finished speaking, the prophet mentally face palmed himself. Still looking at her, he saw her eyes slightly widen and her brows rise upward. Realizing that he probably sounded like a complete idiot, he immediately tried to fix it by continuing to speak.
"U-um, what I mean is...well, I was just thinking...you know, living in Anor Londo must have been interesting, and..uh.."
Velka simply stared at the tongue tied man in front of her with an amused smile.
"Oh, this is simply adorable. Heh, heh, Its obvious the prophet is not used to talking to women he is attracted to. He's clearly trying to find some way to get a conversation going." Velka thought with a bit of cheerfulness. "Perhaps I should throw the poor boy a bone."
Turning her attention back to the stammering prophet in front of her, the goddess proceeded to answer his question.
"Well, in all honesty, residing in Anor Londo had always been somewhat of a simple lifestyle." Velka said
The prophet, shook out of his rambling by her words, was a bit surprised by this answer.
"Simple? With the strength and abilities you guys have, I would have thought that your daily lives would have be full of excitement and adventure." the prophet responded.
"Well, while it did have its exhilarating moments, many of my fellow gods hardly ever did anything out of the ordinary. They never strayed from their intended paths or professions." Velka explained. "The knights would train until their body's broke, the chefs baked to their hearts content and the blacksmiths hammered away at their steel. It was always the same, day in and day out. Simple."
"Well, you seem to be much more outgoing than that. So I would assume that you were different from the rest." " the prophet said honestly.
"You would be correct." Velka said with a bit of gratitude toward the prophet. Even knowing who she was, he did not assume that she was some mindless warrior who did what she was told.
Feeling a little more relaxed now, another question came tot he prophets mind. This one a bit more serious than the last.
"Velka...why did you save me before?" Kaylen asked calmly as he turned his gaze towards her. "I know you showed me your memories before, but I still don't quit understand why you would do something like that."
The goddess was quiet for a moment. It was a valid question. She had been specifically told by her lord not aid the chosen undead and yet she chose to do so anyway.
Returning his gaze, she proceeded to answer.
"I know what it means to want to protect those you care about. As I watched your battle and saw you about to die, I heard what you believed would be your final words...of your regret of not being about save others...and felt compelled to aid you."
The prophet did not know what to say. She had heard him say he wanted to save others and wanted to protect him for it? He couldn't say that he understood, but he did know that it must have been no small decision for her to go against her orders for him.
"Thank you, Velka. I know you didn't make that choice and share your memories with me on a whim." the prophet said. "I truly appreciate what you've done for me and I won't be forgetting it anytime soon."
Feeling a bit of warmth at the idea of sharing such a core connection of who she was, as well as the gratitude that he was showing toward her, Velka wrapped both her arms around his right one and drew herself a bit closer to his person. The feeling was enhanced as the proximity to the young prophets body caused her to feel his radiating heat and brought his scent into her Consciousness. The earthly, spiced scent only making her time with him all the more enjoyable.
"Well, its about time you started showing some gratitude." Velka said with a smile.
Seeing the prophet roll his eye's and smile lightly at her words, Velka couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"You know, we've talked a great deal about me. I want know more about you, prophet." Velka said, wanting to sate her curiosity.
"Well, what exactly do you want to know?" the prophet asked. "I'm pretty much an open book. But fair warning, I am very difficult to read."
"Well, for starters, where in the world did you learn to wield a blade like you do?" Velka asked.
"What do you mean?" the prophet said, confused about what she was talking about. "Is there something strange about the way I use a sword?"
"Something strange? That's putting it mildly." Velka said as if he had just asked something that should already be apparent. "The way you fight is so.. unheard of. Its as though your entire being is moving off a mixture of careful planning and natural instinct. It is so unrefined and wild, yet also very polished and precise."
The prophet smiled at the goddesses astute wording.
"Heh. Well, that's a pretty good way of putting it. Believe it or not, I've never held a sword in all my life before coming to Lordran." the prophet explained honestly. He saw no real reason to hide this from her. "Thanks to my being a prophet, I already know my enemies weaknesses. So I guess that kinda makes up for my inexperience.
"Heh, heh, how very strange. A man appears, seemingly out of thin air, with the ability to see that future of all around him and claims to have never held a blade, yet can hold his ground against the remnant of a Silver Knight." Velka laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I might say that you're insane, prophet."
"Heh, well I wonder who's crazier. The madman himself or the beautiful goddess who fell for said madman?" the prophet joked aloud without thinking.
"Beautiful?" Velka said with a raised eyebrow, causing the prophet to realize what he just said.
Knowing it was a bit to late to go back on his wording, the prophet tried
"U-um, wait, that's not...I didn't mean exactly-" the prophet started, his blushing and embarrassed reaction causing Velka to give him a knowing smirk.
"Dear me, prophet. Such Flirtatious words towards a fair maiden such as I?" the goddess said in mock surprise. "I do hope that you do not seek to do anything indecent to me."
The prophets face quickly flushed at the implications of her words.
"W-What?! What the are talking about? I didn't...I wasn't flirting with anyone!" the prophet said trying to set the record straight.
As she saw the incredibly embarrassed look on his face, Velka found that the prophets constant blushing and stammering was becoming more and more loveable and endearing. Seeing an easy opportunity to further fluster the young warrior, she donned a scandalized look and spoke her next words.
"But you do not deny that you were going to try to make a move upon me! Why, prophet, was this your plan all along? To soften me up with words so you could take advantage of this gentle maiden when you got the chance?"
"W-what?! That's crazy! Your crazy! I wasn't going to..I wasn't thinking..." the prophet said
The prophets intensified stuttering and blushing elicited a small bit of laughter from the goddess. Trying to regain a bit of dignity from this, the prophet spoke his next words.
"You know, just because other guys might ogle your body or your chest, doesn't mean that I'm the same way." the prophet said with a bit of confidence.
Though laughing near uncontrollably, Velka's brow quickly raised as she recognized an opening. Turning her body to the side and striking a flirty pose, she said..
"Why prophet, you sound disappointed. Could it be that you were wanting to take a glance as well?"
As a deep crimson hue quickly filled the prophets face, the goddess broke into full blown laughter. Fully enjoying sight of the prophet trying to look anywhere but Velka's well endowed figure, stuttering all the while.
"Y-you know what, whatever." the prophet said, clearly not having a comeback ready. "Think what ever you want."
Velka gave a few chuckles more before her laughter died down. Though a bright, happy smile still remained upon her face. Taking a moment to look at the situation as a whole, she could not help but notice just how...normal this all seemed to be. There were no monsters, no grand order to uphold, no dire threat looming before them. It was only a man and a woman, enjoying their time with one another.
As she took all this in, her smile slowly began to fade away and she couldn't stop a single question from creeping into her mind.
"Prophet...why do you fight on like this?" Velka said in a somewhat solemn tone.
The goddess somewhat regretted her question the moment the prophets face fell. For a brief moment, she could swear he looked almost sad. But before she to really get a good look at his expression, he quickly hide it behind a carefree smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
"Heh, well, someone's gotta play the hero." the prophet said nonchalantly. "And since all the other prophets decided to take the week off to the Bahamas, the job kinda fell on me."
With only a slight frown to show her displeasure, Velka stopped dead in her tracks, stopping the prophet alongside her, then turned and to looked him straight in the eye.
"Prophet, I'm serious." Velka said in a stern tone. "You dauntlessly charge head first into danger, give humanity to other undead as if its the most trivial thing in the world. I want you to tell me why...why do you fight?"
The prophet returned her gaze and hesitated. The answer to her question was not a simple one. But was it right for him to give her nothing? He had to admit that she had been quite open about who she was and her own driving forces. It was only fair that he give her a straight answer.
So gathering up his resolve, he gave a slight sigh and spoke honestly.
"I fight...because I have to. With the way things are going, a lot of people are headed down dark and unfair paths." the prophets said truthfully. "I'm the only one with the knowledge to help them."
This answer actually only served to irk the goddess.
"But that is not right. Just because you can see the future, doesn't mean you own anyone anything. You are not bound to risk your life for them." Velka said honestly. "Come with me back to Anor Londo. With your abilities, seeking worthy vessels would be trivial."
"I can't do that." the prophet exclaimed
"Yes, you can." Velka told him. "You can choose to walk away right now."
"Velka-" the prophet started
"If you fear for your allies, they can come as well. With their strength and skill, they would be of great help to the cause." Velka continued pleadingly. "Please, there is no shame in admitting nothing more can be done. Can you not see that what you seek is impossible?"
"Yes, Velka, I know." the prophet said, his tone somewhat angry, which actually surprised the goddess. "I know that there's almost no chance of me winning. No matter how you look at it, the power that gods and demons have is superior to mine in every way...I know that better than anyone. I know that I'm weak. I know they could kill me easily, but still...I have to fight. I have to go through with this plan and save everyone."
Velka shook her head at him, clearly vexed at his words. He knows what his chances are and yet still he refuses to yield?
"Foolishness, Prophet." Velka said angrily. "Whatever plan you have, I guarantee you that no one will listen."
"Then I'll make them listen." the prophet said firmly.
"And how do you plan to do that? The world is in complete disarray. Demons and who knows what else roam the land unchecked." Velka countered. "Aggressive, savage and without mercy. Right now, it might as well be every man for himself."
"And that's exactly why we need this plan." the prophet replied. "All of this will just keep going unless we do something about it. We have to start somewhere."
Velka once again shook her head at the man in front of her. She couldn't understand why he would continue fighting a battle he knew he could not win. It would only lead him down a path of countless deaths.
"Prophet, you are making a mistake." Velka said in a despondent tone.
"I can't just give up." the prophet said.
"You misunderstand. No one is giving up. If anything, we are standing are ground against the darkness." Velka tried to explain. "Please, just come with me. Stop all of this."
At this, the prophets face actually softened slightly.
Despite his words, though he would never admit it, he somewhat wished that it was possible for him to just say yes to her. He was wasn't some hardened warrior of legend, born to destroy all the evils of the world. He was just a normal guy who knew too much. But he knows that the knowledge he has in his head is known only to him and that it was the only thing standing between the world and the darkness that seeks to consume it.
So without saying another word, the prophet turned back towards the trail and began to walk away. There was nothing more for him to say.
Seeing him turn his back on her, Velka couldn't help but feel that she had to do something. She had to convince him here and now or there would likely not be a later. But she could think of no way to persuade him to do so. He already knew his odds, he already knew all the facts. Why does he continue?
"Prophet, wait..." the goddess said almost pleadingly.
Hearing her voice, the prophet stopped in his tracks and turned his gaze towards the ground in front of him.
Then, without turning to face her, he spoke in an almost regretful tone.
"I have to leave." the prophet said.
"You don't have too." Velka said wanting him to remain.
"The others need me." the prophet told her.
"Prophet, please." Velka said pleadingly. "I know this isn't the ideal world we all want, but is it not better than the alternative? Is this not enough?"
There was a moment of pause that hung between the two after this. She couldn't see it, but at that moment, sadness clouded the prophets features. The longer he spent talking with her, the more he actually questioned why he was risking so much for others. To him, it was like staring into an internal void and slowly feeling his own blood start to run still.
"You know, Velka...I wish things could be different. I wish had a choice right now." the prophet said truthfully. "But...I just don't. I have to keep going. There's to much at stake for me not to."
"But why?" Velka asked, desperately wanting an answer. "Why does it have to be you?"
Why him? Kaylen knew the answer to that question the moment she asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" the prophet said before turning around a giving her a shallow smile, his face giving away all the sorrow, sadness and woe that he kept hidden away from all others. He knew his next words would be the final nail in his coffin. It was the reason it had to be him, the reason he couldn't turn back. "Its because I'm the prophet."
With that one absolute truth spoken, the prophet turned away and continued to leave.
There are moments that words don't reach. There are feelings to powerful to name. For her, watching Kaylen walk away, It felt as if someone had reached in and tore her heart from her chest. The pain was so deep, so agonizing, so intense. Her mind went numb, racing in circles, unable to decided what she should do next.
"He's leaving..." Velka said, her eye's growing somewhat frightened as the thought crossed her mind. "No...I...I don't want him to leave. I know what he seeks is foolish, but I do not want him to leave."
With all that happened in the days since meeting him, she had experienced many new feelings that she knew she didn't want to stop. Feelings of acceptance, companionship, pride and more coursed through her whenever she was around him. Yet, the one that she was most terrified of losing was the one that she had the hardest time defining.
Then, seemingly out of no where, a thought suddenly came through her mind. Ending any and all others.
If you do not wish him to leave, then go after him!
The goddess let that thought hang with her for a moment.
"Go after him...there will be consequence for that If I do so. If he reaches Anor Londo and Lord Gwyndolin discovers him, there's no telling what will happen. But if I simply allow him to leave..."
Looking at the prophets retreating form, she thought of everything she had seen from him, everything she thought of and felt for the man know as Kaylen of Demacia.
And then...
With the Prophet
He could not even begin to understand how he felt right now. Nor did he want to attempt to. He knew he shouldn't explore how he felt for her any further. He had just turned his back on her, the bridge was now officially burned. She'll probably leave now. Unable to even stand the sight of him any longer. He couldn't blame her for it either. With the knowledge that he would probably not see her again, he was content to walk in silence. Until...
Flap. Flap. Flap.
The prophet stopped where he was and turned around just in time to see Velka land gracefully behind him and continue to walk ahead of his person, as if there was nothing strange about what she was doing at all. After walking a few steps forward and seeing the prophet was not following behind her, the goddess turned her body halfway around and shot him a questioning look.
"Well?" the goddess asked simply. "Art thou coming or not?"
The prophet, staying rooted where he stood, shot her a confused look.
"What? But...You're still coming with me?" the prophet asked, trying to make sure he wasn't mistaken.
At this, Velka rolled her eye's, placed one hand on her hip and gave an annoyed sigh, as if he had just asked the most idiotic question she had ever heard.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" the goddess replied.
"But...why would you-?" the prophet asked in bewilderment.
"Because, though the idealistic fool you may be, you still belong to me, prophet." Velka said, stating it as though it was not something she believed, rather that it was a fact that should already be known. "You are mine, just as I am yours. Do not forget that for a single moment."
After speaking these word, Velka turned around fully and walked towards the prophet until she was directly in front of him.
"But do not misunderstand our relationship." Velka said, pointing a finger at his chest. "I will not stand by and let my champion behave so recklessly. In time, I will make you see the foolishness of your actions and you will submit to my will. That is the only outcome that I will allow to come to pass."
Now, the first thought that crossed the prophets mind was-
"Did she just say "Relationship"?"
The second was-
"Wait, did she just say "Submit"?"
After reviewing these thoughts and her words, the prophet quickly found his voice.
"I hope you don't expect me to change just because you want me to, Velka." the prophet said defiantly. "I'm not so easily breakable as that."
"Hmph, stubborn, aren't we?" Velka said with a smirk.
"But perhaps that stubbornness is exactly what allows him to stand so strong against the impossible." Velka thought to herself. "I do not want to let this human go. I want him to hold me in his arms again. I want his heart. I want to make him mine. That's why..."
"Well, we will discuss this matter again later." Velka said. "For now, let us depart. I believe there are more important matters for us to attend to."
With her peace spoken, the goddess turned on her heel and began to walk away.
She had no plan for what she was going to do, she didn't know how she was going to convince him, but that didn't matter. She would not just let whatever she feels for him go. She would fight for him and she would make him see reason...somehow.
The Prophet watched her walk away for only a moment before smirking and shaking his head.
"Jeez, she's so possessive." the prophet said with a smirk and a shake of his head. "And I think I actually find that attractive."
With that, he followed behind her, both of them ready for whatever the future had in store.
Alright, there it is.
Hope you guys enjoyed this fun little chapter.
I know it was preety much filler, but I liked diving into that prophets character a bit further. Velka's too.
Oh and btw, if you like pinwheel, Reah or Reah's friends, you are not gonna like what I plan to do to him. Like, at all. If you think the prophets such a heroic and noble guy, just wait till I finish the next chapter.
This is Supreme Gamer, sighing out.
P.S. Fair warning, Pinwheel is gonna get it real bad. If you thought his story was sad before, you are probably gonna hate me when the prophet gets to him.