Let all know that the next chapter of the story is completed!
I hope you guys are ready to have your minds blown, because this chapter has sooo much dialogue and charecter introduction. Tis will be quite the fun ride!
Alright, here you guys go. The newest chapter of the Derp saga.
Warning: This chapter may contain the beginnings of Love interest. (Whether or not this is a joke, I'll let you guys decide. :p )
"STOP!" Anastacia screamed in desperation as she ran forward and wrapped her arms around the prophets body, ignoring her bodys screams of protest as his heat slightly singed her skin. Then, with the desperation still in her voice, she spoke in a low whimpering tone. "Don't do it...Please...Please just stop..."
Whatever hatred or resentment the prophet felt for Petrus quickly faded away at the sight of his friend crying her eye's out, begging and pleading for him to stop. Shocked beyond belief at how distraught she had become, he could only stand there and watch as she held on to him and wept.
"Stop...just stop...stop.." Anna cried again and again, to lost in her own despair to even know if her words were having any effect.
Finally regaining his composure, the prophet wrapped his arms around Anastacia's body in an attempt to calm her down. But this did nothing to settle the keeper cries.
Sobs continuously raked through her body as thoughts of being isolated and alone flooded her mind. It was like a darkness that refused to leave her be. A state of depression that she couldn't see herself through.
"Calm down, Anna. Its alright. Don't cry." Kaylen said in a quite, gentle tone as he held her. "Everything's fine."
"No. No, its not.." Anastacia whimpered as she tightened her hold a bit more.
"Its okay. Nothings going to happen." the prophet said "Just relax."
"No. I-I can't.." Anastacia said with her voice filled with hysteria. "..I believed I could handle this, but I really can't. I beg of thee, please.. do not fight him. If all that he wishes is for me to return to my imprisonment t-then.."
The Keeper actually choked on her next words. It was obvious to all that it pained her to speak them.
"..Then I shall-"
"Don't even finish that sentence." the prophet interrupted "You're not going back, Anna. You deserve to be happy and have a life of your own. Not be bound up as someone else's tool."
The Keeper continued to cry, wanting to say something, anything to dissuade the prophets need to protect her, but she simply couldn't find the words.
"B-but.." the keeper started
"Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay." the prophet said calmly, trying to help his friend. "I'm sorry I got upset like that. It must have really worried you. But thats all over now. You have nothing to worry about anymore."
Slowly, as the prophets words echoed through her mind, Anastacia began to feel the anxiety and fear begin to leave her. Letting herself be enveloped by his relaxing warmth, her sobbing steadily began to settle and her hold on his body slackened slightly ever so slightly.
"Thats it. Just breath. I'm here; you're safe." The prophet said in as soothing a tone as he could. "No matter what happens, I'll protect you. And I won't let anyone force you to be alone ever again."
The keeper gave a few low whimpers before she spoke her next words.
"I don't want you to get hurt...I don't want anyone to get hurt." The keeper said.
"I know, Anna, I know." the prophet responded.
Everyone stood in a stunned silence as they watch the events between the keeper and prophet unfold. No one dared to speak a word for fear that they may interrupt the prophets consoling of the keeper.
Unfortunately, as the conversation seemed to reach its conclusion, the first one to return to the situation at hand was the cleric knight, Petrus.
"Heh, fools..." the cleric mocked mentally as he reach for his talisman. "..turning your eye's away from the enemy in battle. You will pay dearly for-"
"Petrus..." an unfamiliar feminine voice said causing everyone to turn their attention behind the cleric knight to see a woman dressed in fine, white robes with a hood over her head, followed by what appeared to be two other men. Each one wearing armor that was identical to Petrus's own, with the exception of one man wearing chain mail covering as a hood over his head. "..what's going on here?"
It took the prophet a fraction of a second to realize who the group was.
"Oh, great." The prophet thought sarcastically. "Just when I thought the situation couldn't get any more complicated, these guys show up."
"M-my lady." Petrus said, clearly surprised by the woman's sudden appearance. "You have arrived."
At this, the knight wearing the chain mail over his head stepped forward and spoke.
"Yes, we have arrived to see what appears to be you about to engage in battle." the knight said before turning his attention towards the prophets group. "Who are you people and what business do you have with Petrus?"
As the prophet stepped forward to speak, Anastacia released her hold around his body and wrapped her hands under the prophets right arm, somewhat hiding behind him as she looked on a bit fearfully at the newcomers faces.
"My name is Kaylen of Demacia. These are my companions Solaire, Oscar, Siegmeyer and Anastacia." the prophet explained "And what's going on is that asshole Petrus is trying to force my friend to do something she doesn't want to do."
"I only seek to uphold the will of the church. I know someone like you would never understand, but this is for her own protection." Petrus said, completely changing his tone from aggressive to sympathetic. "She will never be safe as long as she remains here. I am simply trying to help her."
"You think locking her away is helping her?" the prophet exclaimed "Well, you can take you're so called help and shove it up your ass."
"Naïve fool. You may think this way now, but what will you do when undead come swarming here with the goal of stealing her humanity?" Petrus said "Do you aim to fight them all?"
"You're damn right, I do." the prophet said, not hesitating for a second. "And if you think there's something you can do about it, then give it your best sh-
"ENOUGH!" the woman suddenly shouted causing both warriors to go silent with surprise and turn wide eye's towards her. "You are both acting like bickering children."
Turning her eye's towards Petrus, the woman spoke in a clear and confident tone.
"Petrus, I know that you strive to uphold the laws that the church has set forth for us, but we have not traveled all this was to deal with some Firekeeper. Our duty and mission is much greater than that at the moment." the woman said to a wide eyed Petrus. "We may be servants of the gods, but that does not give us the authority to decided the lives of others. We are not judge, jury and executioner."
Next, she turned her attention towards the prophet.
"Sir Kaylen, I sympathize with your plight, truly I do, but you clearly have no idea the horrors that befall a Firekeeper should she be taken by an undead." the woman said as she looked the prophet straight in his eye's with an unflinching glare. "You believe that the taking of her humanity is the worse that could happen? You understand that all Firekeepers are female, do you not? Then perhaps you should understand that some undead prefer to... indulge themselves before taking away amount of humanity. They would do things to her that would make her beg to return to confinement. Saying things like how you'll fight off any undead that tries to take her sounds good in a fantasy, but in reality, heroics like that can get people killed or worse..."
Both warriors, especially the prophet, were struck dead speechless at the woman's blunt words. But it seemed that she was not done as she took a deep breath as began to speak again.
"Now, since an agreement can not be found amongst you, I believe that the only thing for us to do is to let the keeper decide for herself what she wishes to do and let that be the end of it."
With that, the woman walked forward past Petrus until she was in front of the prophet, who was standing with the keeper hiding behind him while still holding onto his arm. The woman then gave a slight pause before she spoke to the keeper in a kind and considerate tone.
"Hello, keeper." the woman said kindly to the keeper who looked at her nervously.
"G..greetings.." Anastacia responded in a low voice.
"Right now, I'm going to need you to make a choice on what you want to do." the woman said sympathetically. "I understand that remaining isolated must have been terribly lonely for you, but please know that it was for your own benefit. You may choose to no longer return, but know that by doing so, you will not only put your own life and well being at risk, but the lives of all those who care for you. But if it is what you wish, then you need only say the word and we will leave you be. Now what do you choose?"
The keeper thought hard on the woman's words, unable to even begin to come to a decision.
"I..I want.." the keeper said
She could not do this could she? She could not let them risk their lives over someone like her?
"I want..."
How could she? They are all good men. She can't let them do this for her.
"I..I want to.."
"What the hell are you stalling for, woman?" a low, gloomy voice said off to the side, drawing everyone's attention.
"W-What?" the keeper said confused
The uninterested and nonchalant look on the crestfallen warrior face never left as he spoke his next words.
"Its obvious that you do not wish to return to your previous state, so stop wasting everyone's time and tell them what you truly want." the crestfallen warrior said bluntly. "And be quick about it. All this noise is really starting to get on my nerves."
Anastacia paused for a moment before all the doubt she felt suddenly cleared away from her mind.
"Thank you... Sir chuckles." Anastacia said to the knight, causing a small look of annoyance to cross the mans face and making the prophet grin slightly as he held back a snicker. "I have made my decision."
"What do you choose?" the woman asked.
Standing strong and fixing her gaze on the woman's eye's, the keeper spoke clearly and firmly.
"This is my life... I no longer wish to live it only being used by others. I want to live it my way. I want to be able to experience new things, to make new friends...to fall in love." the keeper declared openly as her grip on the prophets arm tightened. "I want to be free."
At this, the prophet could have sworn he saw a faint smile cross the woman's face.
"Very well, then." the woman said before turning around and walking back to her companions. "I wish thee the best of luck."
"My lady, We cannot simply allow her to-" Petrus started
"Thats enough, Petrus. She has made her decision and our business here has concluded." the woman said. "We will now leave to carry out our true mission and you will not speak of this matter again. Is that understood?"
A dark look of anger and vexation flashed across the cleric face, but was gone just as quickly as it came once he spoke his next words.
"Very well..my lady." Petrus said lowly.
The prophet himself could not be more happy with how the situation turned out for Anastacia. He never expect that someone like this woman would settle things like this. When this was a game, she was a bit straightforward with her intentions when the Chosen Undead chose to speak with her, but the prophet never imagined that she was this assertive.
But he was quickly pulled away from these thoughts as the woman's words quickly reminded him why he was waiting here in there first place.
"Wait, you're leaving right now?" the prophet asked "Like "now" now?"
"Yes. Our duty takes us elsewhere. We've no time to fraternize, so we bid you all farewell." the woman said as he continued to walk toward the direction that would take her to the graveyard with the three Cleric Knights following close behind.
"Wait, hold on. Don't leave just yet." the prophet called "I need to talk to you first."
"Did I not explain the urgency of our task?" the woman said as she and her companions continued to walk away. "Are you so uncouth as to lack such judgment? By the looks of you, I should think-"
"If you guys go after the Rite, you're all going to die." the prophet called out, stopping Reah and companions in their tracks and making them all turn towards him.
There was a moment of silence before the woman spoke again.
"How does thou know of our goal?" the woman asked.
"I know because I am a prophet. I can foresee future events far earlier than their intended time." Kaylen said. "I've been waiting here for you to warn you, Reah. I know exactly why you're here and where your destiny will lead. Please, just give me a bit of your time to let me explain."
Reah was surprised this man already knew her name, making her a bit curious as to what he had to speak to her about. Needless to say, Petrus was completely against spending even another second in the company of these heretics.
"We have nothing more to say to you people." The cleric said "So whatever it is you have to say, save it."
"You know what, Petrus?" Kaylen said, a bit fed up with the cleric. "It really is to bad that stupidity isn't painful."
"Are you insulting me, boy?" Petrus asked challengingly.
"You figure that out by yourself, genius?" the prophet replied.
"What is it you wish to speak to us about exactly?" the woman asked, interrupting any further conversation between the two.
"I know it might be an odd thing to say, but I can't tell you with Petrus here." the prophet said. "You'll understand why when I tell you, but can you please tell to step away for a few minutes."
"This is ridiculous." Petrus exclaimed.
"No, Petrus. What's ridiculous is your hair." the prophet mocked. "I'm not saying its bad, I'm just saying I've seen cats cough up better looking stuff."
"You insolent little-" Petrus started
"Kaylen, could thou please take this seriously?" the woman interrupted. "As I said, we do not have the time for prattle."
"Fine, fine, I won't say any more mean things about his looks." the prophet said. "His face speaks for itself."
"Sir Kaylen!." the woman interjected, reprimanding the prophet as if he was .
"Okay, okay. But I really can't tell you anything until Petrus is out of earshot." the prophet said
"You don't expect me to just lea-"
"Very well." the woman interrupted, causing Petrus to look at her in wide eyed bewilderment.
"My lady, you must surely jest. You wish for me to leave you alone with this man?" Petrus said "We do not know anything about him. This could be some sort of trap.."
"Its fine, Petrus. Its clear that he knows something about our mission that we do not. And if he is willing to give information about our destination, then that just makes our journey that much easier. Besides, I will still have Vince and Nico at my side." the woman said "It is no problem if they remain, is it, Sir Kaylen?"
"Not at all." the prophet said. "I just need Petrus to leave."
"My lady, I am strongly against-" the cleric started.
"Petrus, please do as he ask and leave the area for the moment." the woman interrupted once more. "If anything should happen, I will call for thee."
The cleric fumbled for words as he listened to the woman's absurd orders. How could she simply comply with these no-name, blasphemous outsiders?"
"But..How can you just.." Petrus started before he noticed that everyone in Firelink Shrine was eyeing him patiently. "Fine."
Petrus then walked away back towards the ruins of Firelink Shrine to await the woman's call. If one were to listen closely, you could almost make out a low mumbling that sounded a lot like "Purebred wentch."
Now that her compatriot had left, the woman turned her attention back towards the prophet.
"Your demands are now met." the woman said "Now speak your warning, Sir Kaylen."
"Okay. This is all going to take some time to explain, so bear with me. I'll try to make it quick as I can. And please understand that everything I'm about to say is a fate that can be changed. Nothing is set in stone for you." the prophet said sternly before he turned slightly towards his friends "Alright guys, first things first, this woman's name is Reah of Thorolund and these are her bodyguard's and childhood friends, Vince and Nico of Thorolund. They've basically been sent here on a suicide mission by the Way of White."
"What exactly is their mission, Prophet?" Oscar asked.
At this, Reah paid a bit more attention to the prophets words to see if he truly knew why they were there or if he was simply just a blabbering fool.
"How about I answer that question with a question, Oscar? What is it that a church devoted to serving the gods fear above all else?" the prophet asked, causing everyone to stand in wait for what he would say next. "The answer: Change. The church fears change more than anything else. They seeks control of the people in the name of the gods and for that, they demand that you live a certain lifestyle and follow a delicate balance that they have set forth. So when people suddenly start to be branded with the darksign and are given semi-immortality, this would naturally upset that churches balance."
The woman, now know as Reah, listened intently to the prophets words as he spoke. A bit surprised that he already knew who she and her bodyguard's were.
"Prophet, what does this have to do with her?" Oscar asked, referring to Reah.
"I'm getting to that, Oscar." the prophet replied. "So what do you guys think happens when a member of the church becomes undead? The answer: they send them on a quest that is nigh impossible. Hidden deep beneath the Catacombs is rumored to be a technique called the Rite of Kindling that has the ability empower bonfires to make them more potent and powerful, in turn allowing a person a larger collection of Estus and increasing a Firekeepers health and well being. By the way, these rumors are one hundred percent accurate."
Reah, along with he friends, eye's went a bit wide at this bit of news.
"What did you say?" Reah asked in shock. "The Rite is truly here? It truly exist?"
"Yep, its down there alright. Guarded tight and hidden away." the prophet said to the woman. "But it sounds to me that you're a bit surprised by this. I mean, you did know for sure that the Rite is really down there, right?"
Quickly, the woman composed herself. Trying to maintain a collected attitude in front of the prophets questioning eyes.
"O-Of course, we did. The church would never send us here without assurance that what we seek is indeed here." the woman responded haughtlyly. "If you have anything more to say, then say it. For I see no warning in you words."
"I'm getting there, Reah. Just trying to get my friends up to speed on things." the prophet said, getting a slight impatient look from the woman. "Anyway, as I was saying, the Way of White seeks the Rite so that they could better serve the gods. The very first Undead member of the church was a paladin in golden armor named Leeroy. Equipped with powerful legendary treasures, he was the first one to attempt the undead mission for the way of white. From that day forth, after he failed to return, all undead members of the church are sent out on this mission to retrieve the Rite."
"But isn't that a good thing?" Solaire asked "Giving Undead a glorious mission such as this would surely give them purpose and prevent them from going hollow. After all, they fight for the betterment of their land and their faith."
The prophets brow furrowed slightly with a look of displeasure at the Sunlight warriors words.
"Don't be ridiculous, Solaire. The Way of White didn't send them here with intentions as good as that. This mission only truly exist to serve two purposes." the prophet explained. "Firstly, if any undead actually manages to somehow to get past the countless Skeletons, Bonewheels, Necromancers and Pinwheel himself and retreive the Rite, then the church will gain a powerful weapon of which I highly doubt they even understand. Secondly, It doesn't matter if the Undead fails because the Church will have achieved their goal of getting rid of them."
"Now wait just a moment, our mission is of great importance to the survival of Thoro-" Reah started
"And so, now we turn our attention, to this woman and her merry band of three." The prophet interrupted, not willing to hear any sort of defense she would use to justify her mission. "Reah is a member of one of the most prestigious families in Thorolund, but even her high birth couldn't save her from undergoing the undead mission. So Reah and her friends are sent here, completely under-equipped, in a futile search for the Rite of Kindling."
The bluntness of the prophets words actually cause Reah to flinch slightly. Not paying it much mind though, the prophet continued with his story.
"And upon arrival, Reah meets up with Sir jackass." the prophet said.
"You mean Petrus?" the woman's ask.
"Not really seeing the difference." the prophet said waving off the woman's words. "Anyway, Petrus is a cleric whose job is to guide undead on their mission. But there is much more to this man than you know, Reah."
"What do you mean?" Reah asked curiously.
"Before, I answer that question, know that at this point nothing has happened yet. Everything I'm about to tell you is what would have happened had I not been here, but it is still the path that you are set on unless you guys do something to change it." the prophet said to the three, before pausing, taking a deep breath and continuing his tale. "Soon after you arrival, you disappear deep inside the Catacombs to seek out the Rite. After a great deal of time has passed, Petrus will return to Firelink Shrine and he will return alone."
The group listened on with anticipation. Reah swallowed hard, while her friends eye's never left the prophets face as he continued.
"He will claim that he was somehow separated from you in the catacombs and that he had no way of finding you." the prophets said, his mood darkening as he remembered the events as they would transpire. "He's lying. That bastard will gladly reveal his actions if the chosen undead discovers the truth through...other means. He will reveal that he hates Reah's due to her high birth and that he abandoned both her and her companions deep beneath the Catacombs."
"W-what?" Reah said, obviously caught off guard by this revelation. "That's ridiculous. Petrus is a faithful member of the church. For what purpose would he abandon us?"
"Who knows? Maybe he thinks you're not worth saving, maybe he's a coward...or maybe its his job to make sure undead never return." the prophet said grimly. "Let me ask you, Reah. How much do you actually know about Petrus?"
Reah opened her mouth, but she said nothing. Her mind searching for something that would aid in Petrus's defense, but finding no counter to the prophets words. But she could not really believe that a Knight of the church would abandon her, could she?'
"So if they go on searching for this Rites, they will ultimately fail?" Siegmeyer asked
"Yes. They will be trick by a man named Trusty Patches and kicked down into a dark chasm filled with bone towers, large pillars made of bones from various skeletons that are about two and a half men tall." the prophet said, not noticing the look of agitation that came across Reah's face. "There they will be trapped. Reah will remain alone and defenseless in the dark, while Vince and Nico will go hollow. They have no chance of-"
"PETRUS!" Reah shouted suddenly, stopping whatever the prophet was about to say.
The cleric in question quickly steps out from the ruins not a moment later and speaks.
"Yes, my la-" he started
"We leave now." was the only words spoke to him before she turned around and began walking towards the path that would lead to the graveyard. "Vince, Nico, come."
Pausing only momentarily to cast doubtful glances at one another, the two Cleric Knights followed behind their friend.
The prophet blinked twice, giving his mind a moment to process exactly what was happening. Once he did, he quickly ran forward in front of the groups path.
'Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on." the prophet said as he blocked their path. "You still plan on going down there? Even after everything I just told you?"
"Petrus was right. Listening to you has been nothing but a waste of time." Reah said in an inflamed tone. "The church sent us here because they trusted us with this sacred task and our faith shall not be shaken by your lies and trickery."
"Reah, this is suicide." the prophet exclaimed. "There are only four of you and only one of you has a blessed weapon. Even if you do get past the skeletons, there's a black knight and a Titanite demon down there."
"I will hear no more of your words, False Shepard." Reah said, seemingly completely ignoring the prophets warning. "Step out of our way or we will remove you."
At that moment, the prophet had a choice to make. He could stop them from going by fighting here and now, he was confident that with Oscar and the others at his back it would not be difficult to subdue them, but he knew it would only widen the gulf between them. Another option was he could simply accept that he's done all that can be done for them and let whatever happens happen.
Being who he is, the prophet knew he could not raise his blade against Reah. She was being stubborn and headstrong, but that did not give him a reason to hurt her. So he had no other option other that to get out of their way. Though before he would move and let them walk towards almost certain death, he had to try one last plea.
"Reah, please reconsider.." the prophet begged. "You have no chance of retrieving the Rite like this. Think of Vince and Nico."
At this, Reah actually faltered a bit. Pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath, she spoke in the same calm and collected tone as she did once before.
"I am, Prophet. Without the Rite...we cannot return home. It is the only path left for us." Reah said almost sadly. "Now, we have our mission and you no doubt have yours, so please...step out of our way."
The prophet and the priestess stared into each other eye's for a moment, neither faltering in the face of the other. Until the prophet released a slow breath and stepped to the side, allowing the four warriors to walk past him and towards the graveyard.
As they walked past, everyone stood in wait for a few minutes as the prophet stared at the entrance of the ruins that Reah and her group had just left through. There was brief sounds of battle that went away just as quickly as it had come.
Oscar was the first one to approach the prophet and speak.
"So what now, Prophet?" Oscar asked "What's the plan?'
The prophet remained silent for a moment before turning toward his friend and smiling.
"Heh, many paths..but really only one." the prophet answered.
Oscar didn't even need a moment to realized the meaning behind the prophets words. Even before he asked, he already had an idea of what the prophet would do.
"You're going after them, aren't you?" Oscar asked
"Yep." the prophet said simply.
"Then I'm going with you." Oscar exclaimed.
"As am I." Siegmeyer said. "I will not turn my back on their perils."
"If this be a mission of rescue, then you can count me in as well." Solaire chimed in.
The prophet turned towards all three of his friends and spoke his next words in forthright tone.
"Not this time, guys. I'm going alone." the prophet said, surprising his companions. "I need you three to move forward and rescue Griggs and Laurentius."
"You would travel to the catacombs alone? Madness." Oscar said. "You said it yourself, that place is suicidal."
"Don't worry. I know the Catacombs like the back of my hand. I can move through its darkness quicker than anyone. Frankly, If you guys were to come with me, you'd only slow me down." the prophet said bluntly, once again surprising his friends with his words. "And I won't be going down completely unprepared. It might be a bit earlier than I expected, but there's a straightsword with a powerful divine blessing not far from here. I plan to pick up before I head after Reah and her group. Thanks to having the master key, It won't take long for me to get it."
Oscar looked at his friend with an expression of worry that, due to his helmet, the prophet would never see.
"The way you spoke of it, there is no way one sword will be enough to make your way through the entirety of the catacombs." Oscar argued.
"I don't have to make my way through it entirely. Just enough to get to Reah before the unthinkable happens." the prophet said before placing a hand on his friends shoulder. "Please, Oscar. I can only go through with this because I know that you three are more than strong enough to handle anything lower Undead Burg or the Depths can throw at you. Time is of the essence here, so I need to leave as soon as I can. Many people's lives are at stake and I can't save them all on my own, so please just do this for me."
The Knight paused for a moment as he considered his friends words in their entirety.
"This is insane." he said in a tone that said he accepted the prophets plan.
"Heh, You think this is crazy, wait till you see Quelaag." the prophet joke. "You'll never feel more confused about yourself."
Even though he had no Idea what he was talking about, Oscar couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the prophets words. Once his friends small laughter had ceased, the prophet produced a key from his satchel and held it out towards him.
"This key opens a door right after the area where we fought the Taurus demon. Just make a quick right as soon as you reach the beginning of the bridge." the prophet said
"The bridge with the dragon sitting at the end of it?" Oscar complained
"Actually, Its a drake." the prophet commented with a smile, trying to annoying his friend and succeeding in doing so. "But like I said time is of the essence so I can't really explain much right now. All you really need to know is that there are Undead hounds down there who are ready to tear you limb from limb and in the Depths always keep your eye's on the ceiling, there's some sort of sentient feces, blob thing that will try to trap you. Everything else, you guys can handle easily."
"Um..right." Oscar said, hoping that he just heard the prophet wrong when he mentioned living feces trying to attack them.
With their conversation finished, the prophet turned around a walked towards Anastacia. Saying nothing for a moment as he stood in front of her and they both look into each others eye's.
"Your leaving.." Anastacia said solemnly.
"Yes..I have to go after them." the prophet said in a low tone, not sure what reaction he should expect from her. "But I'm not abandoning you, Anna. I'm coming back."
The keeper cast her gaze away from the prophet before speaking her next words.
"I..I understand. You need not worry for me." Anastacia said lowly. "I know that you care for me and would not leave me behind. You must save others, just as you saved me. So I wish thou luck on thy journey."
She said that, but the prophet knew that she did not want him to leave her side.
"She's trying to be strong so that I don't have to worry. She's know that I'm not leaving forever, but me leaving at all must still be hard on her" The prophet thought to himself. "I know she'll be safe here at the Shrine. No enemies ever appear here, not to mention that I know that the Crestfallen warrior and the Merchant won't sit by and let anything happen to her. But still..I wish there was something I could do that would allow me to stay. But Reah will die if I don't go and its not like I can be in two places at on-"
The prophet stopped as an idea suddenly came to mind. Turning towards the Sunlight Warrior he spoke.
"Solaire, do you a soapstone with you?" the prophet asked.
"Actually, yes. I do." Solaire said, quickly producing said stone and handing it over to the prophet. "Use it as you please."
Turning back to the Keeper, the prophet walked forward until he was but a short distance away from her. Then, with a light smile on his face, he spoke.
"Anna, do you know what this is?" the prophet asked, causing the keeper to slowly shake her head side to side. "This is a White Soupstone. It allows me to place a Summon Sign almost anywhere I want."
"A Summon Sign?" the keeper repeated as she took in the prophets words.
"Yes. It'll allow me to be by your side no matter what. Its like an echo of my soul." the prophet said giving his friend a gental smile. "In fact, you could say that I'm leaving a part of myself here with you."
This seemed to brighten Anastacia's mood considerably as she gazed at the stone in the prophets hand.
"How does its magic work?" the keeper asked curiously.
"Well, its very simple. All I have to do is write something down that represents my willpower and it will allow you to call on me at anytime." the prophet said as he got to one knee and wrote a word on the ground next to the bonfire. "As long as I stay alive, this sign can never be erased, smudged or damaged."
"So as long as it remains, it means that you are safe." Anastacia said as a small smile came across her face. "And that you will return here to me."
"Exactly." the prophet responded as he stepped a bit closer to her. "And if you ever need me, don't hesitate to call. Just touch this sign and I'll be here right away."
At this, the Keepers smile grew a bit as her blue eye's gazed upon the Kaylen's sign. With letters that glowed with a bright, white aura, the word Hero lay written right beside the bonfire of Firelink Shrine, leaving her with a sense that the prophet would be watching over her no matter what.
"Thank you, Prophet." the keeper said sheepishly.
With that, the prophet turned back to his companions, who had begun to approach him and spoke.
"Alright, guys." the prophet exclaimed. "We're about to walk into a situation where we're completely outnumbered, outgunned and almost everything is trying to kill us. So, in short..not much has really changed changed. Technically, I think thats good news."
Each of the knight found themselves smiling at the prophets words. Strange how even now, when they were splitting up and heading for paths unknown, that he always made time for some sort of jest.
Giving one last look over his friends, the prophet turned around and began to head down the stairs towards Anna's previous cell, intent on heading towards the New Londo Ruins and ultimately, the Valley of Drakes.
But a few words from Oscar stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't you dare die out there, Prophet." Oscar said
Kaylen turned halfway around towards his friend before he spoke his next words.
"Heh, don't worry so much, Oscar." the prophet said "I mean, its just one Undead Dragon."
"WHAT?" Oscar, Siegmeyer and Solaire screamed at the same time.
"Nevermind." the prophet said before quickly walking down the stairs and out of sight.
With their paths diverging into something new, what will become of the Prophet.
Will he be able to save Reah from her tragic fate?
Will Oscar and the Other be able to save Griggs and Laurentius?
Will Patches be kicked over that cliff he stands next to?
Find out next time, on the next chapter of Dark Souls: Derp Edition.
Hold thin reviews, good reader. There are a few things I want to cover first.
Firstly, no one worry. The prophet headed to the Catacombs after Reah will have a huge effect on how he deals with Quelaag and her sister. I promise it'll all make since in a bit.
Secondly, I have been getting a huuuge amount of request for Havel. I just want to say that the prophet will most definitely be going after him. So please be ready for that because i've got plans for that.
And lastly, regarding new spells. I plan on introducing new one's in the next chapter. I honestly didn't know there was so much excitement with that area of the story. Right now, I'm focusing on pyromancies for the prophet. Other things like spell and miricle will be explored later down the line.
Well, thats all, bro. hope I covered everything you guys have been wondering.
As always, review and tell me what you guys thought of the chapter. Outside opinions will have a huge effect an the way the story plays out. kinda curious if I did a good job or not on this one.
P.S. I get a lot of PM's about Artorias the Abysswalker and Havel the Rock, but I think you guys are forgeting the true legend of this story...Snuggly the Crow.