Hello there and Welcome to the latest installment of my story.
Despairs Remnants!
Now onto the reviews!
Envico: Now i'm all for life lessons… that is why I am doing it. But it will be used for really important lessons. Like the 'Don't stare to far into the Abyss' one. But don't expect these lessons to come kindly.
The best lessons are those that come from experience… and a little asskicking.
H20: Water the only thing keeping me alive… now he's helping me write. Truly awesome… also I realized that and fixed it immediately.
Also length isn't important… it's content. But don't expect any extremely short chapters!
Odflu: Thank you, My brother said the same thing… except without cursing… I still think you're complement was better though.
Baz: Hey man thanks, and I understand your grievance! We all do… but I gave the arcane stat a buff.
Let's just say the bigger the Arcane… the bigger the Phantom Slash.
I just made the Burial Blade slightly overpowered… Worth it! It's my main man,
gotta give extra credit to the object that keeps me Alive!
Besides… it shows how smart and knowledgeable he is… and Lucky! He somehow got out of the dream!
MadWorld: I would recommend Bloodborne first. After finishing it and still wanting more go with Dark Souls, and about the Blade… I'll think about it, who knows what I might do? Also you will rage and die, god knows I did, but it will be worth it… also if you're going to play Bloodborne, I suggest three things.
Get Ludwigs Holy Blade as fast as possible. To do that beat the Blood-Starved Beast in, Old Yharnam. Then go to the Hunters Workshop and find the Radiant Sword Hunter Badge. It's a good beginner weapon, I used it up until I obtained the Burial Blade.
Get a friend or a stress ball when you fight a boss called Rom the Vacuous Spider, or Micolash Host of the Nightmare… Oh and the Orphan of Kos if you're getting the DLC. Those were the guys I had the toughest time with when playing that made me rage quite a bit… and no Gehrman, Logarius and Ebrietas don't count because they were awesome and totally got rid of the rage for me… Well maybe a little bit of Ebrietas.
Don't rage quit forever, when fighting the second/ first boss of the game. He may be difficult, but god it was worth the rage.
Also I will be making references to Bloodborne mostly. I may know a bit about Dark Souls, but that doesn't translate into "I know everything".
Disclaimer!
The Souls Series belongs to FROMSOFT!
RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth
Knowing is Half the Battle.
Why is it always me?
"Whereareyoufrom?Whatsyoursemblance?Howdidyougetsogooo?CanItouchyourblade?"
'Ebrietas, kill me now.' I thought, as the young man I just saved continued to questioned me. His enthusiasm as big as a Brick Troll.
After saving the young man, I asked him why he was here. I even asked him how he got here. All he said was, that he ran here. Trying to fight the beasts.
From what he said, he wanted to be a Hunter… I didn't say anything against it. But I thought a single thing… Why?
A Hunter's job is never done, and it's cruel. Why would he wish to walk to his death?
I ignored that voice. I had no reason to ask about his personal life. So I justsimply asked him where he lived. Turns out he didn't live that far away, just a few miles.
So I asked him for directions. Now here I am. Walking through the woods, the moon hanging in the sky. Just us… and the boys constant yapping.
"-Whatsthebladesname?" The boy finished now gasping for breath. I turned my heads towards him. Slightly worried he would Hyperventilate.
"Why do you want to know what it's called?" I asked him, curious as to why it's name would come out as a question.
He looked up, his brown hair ruffled from his near death experience. "Well… I heard from a friend that a weapon… is an extension of who we are. So I was wondering what you named it."
…
"Your joking… Right?" I asked, my voice sounding disbelieving. "A weapon is a tool. Nothing more." I said with certainty. If the weapon was an extension of ourselves, we would know.
A weapon is one thing, and one thing alone, a means to an end.
"Hey! That's rude!" The boy said, his voice filled with slight anger. "I just wanted to know more about the guy who saved me." The child continued, his arms crossed together and a pout on his face.
I continued to look at him, surprised at his… expressive behavior. Normally no one would be this expressive. They usually never trust people, especially Hunters.
His expression still remained, making me feel bad. I'm not used to small children… or children for that matter. The only experience I had with a child was with Gascoigne's daughters. And….
A ribbon on the floor of the corpse and waste filled sewers lay before a massive boar. I could hear the stomping of the plagued beast run up to me, but I couldn't look away from the ribbon on the ground. She was one of the purest people in town, untouched by the horrors and corruption of the hunt.
She now lay in the stomach of humanity's worst nightmare.
It was my fault.
My fault!
My fault!
My fault!
Before I could move to pick up her Ribbon, death had once again grasped my heart.
Only to let it go at the last moment, denying me the sweet relief of freedom.
I shook my head, ridding myself of one of the numerous images and emotions that my plagued memory.
"...It's called the Burial Blade." I said, revealing its vast history to the boy. The very weapon was the beginning of the Hunt. Yet he just stared at me, his expression blank.
I waited for him to say something, anything about my weapon. While, I still looked for the boy's beast ridden town.
"That is the most depressing name I have ever heard, for a weapon."
I glared at the boy, even if he didn't know it. My anger rising from that one sentence.
"I didn't name it… and this isn't my weapon." I said, my anger lowering out of my own self-control forged in the horrors of Yharnam.
"Then whose is it?" The boy asked, his curiosity still ever present.
Then I saw something, light's in the middle of the night. We were here. The boy's town.
And a town not over-run with beasts. But filled with…
People.
They are so… happy? Why? Shouldn't they be scared of the Demons?
I had returned the woman to her village. Keeping a constant eye on my surroundings. For I learned, the hard way, to never let your guard down.
When I returned her safely, they all ran up to her. They questioned if she was alright, if she was hurt, all the usual questions. Yet… they were happy, as if they knew she would come back to them.
It was strange sight to see. In Gwyn's kingdom, if someone went to a dangerous location they would instantly be thought dead. But here we are. With the people all saying that they knew she'd come back.
"My son! Did he come back!?" The woman I saved said, fear once again in her voice. I perked up from my thoughts, listening to the current conversation.
"No… not yet." A random villager stated, worry in his voice. Again strange, he cared about someone he barely knew. That was a rare trait, where I am from.
"Can we assemble a search party. It's been a couple of hours since he left." The mother stated quickly, her motherly instinct in full gear.
I stepped forward, ready to help once again. "I'll see if I can find him." I said, expecting a type of negative comment in response.
"You can! Well what are you waiting for? We will help if we can!" A random man asked, catching me off guard. Once again, something strange happened.
They trusted me. A man, who they barely knew. No even more surprisingly….
An Undead they knew nothing of….
"Mommmmmm! I'm back!" A young voice yelled at the entrance to the village. He stood by another man, his attire light and formal. But I could see it… Experience.
An experience that far surpasses any of those I have seen in this village. It was bold in a way that spoke of his skill, yet subtle enough to show his humble nature. The experience he held was such that could only be earned upon the battlefield. The one sided battlefield of blood and demons.
However, his eyes were so much darker than most I have met. Not in color, but in nature. These were eyes that had not seen the brightest things of humanity. In fact, if I didn't know any better, his eyes reminded me of him.
The Great Knight Artorias, who had started to far into the Abyss. When you see one man possessed by the Abyss you know when someone else is.
But unlike him, this one was wise enough to escape. But just as this man stared into the Abyss, it stares back. It looked as if it had corrupted his soul, showing him the darkest of things. Dark enough in which it blotted the sun that was his soul.
However, I knew this would mortal not dare go near something as corrupt as the Abyss. Because he lacked two things.
Godhood, and a Darksign.
He was no Undead, I could sense that. He was no god or Demigod either, that was certain. He was shorter than I was, and since Demi-gods were huge, he was mortal. He lacked the stench of corruption that my brothers held as well. But there was one thing he had going for him…
He had God-blood.
Which was quite strange indeed, as no one other than Gods and Demigods had the God-blood. I could tell, since while he lacked the size of a God and Demigod, the feeling I got from him was much like the feeling of three of the Four Knights of Gwyn.
This could only mean he had the only essence one could steal off of such a superior being.
Flesh or Blood.
And since he didn't have any disproportionate body parts, it must mean he stole blood.
A great accomplishment for any mortal. With it, he may have been brave enough to go near the Abyss.
He was looking around, his face covered by a red scarf. But I could see the look of surprise, through his body language. He must find it strange for such a village to exist as well.
The boy ran up, excitement clear on his face. He had a few cut's and bruises on his arm, but was otherwise okay.
"Damian!" The mother cried. She started running to the boy, obviously not caring about anything else. She even had a few tears in her eyes.
When the boy finally caught up to his mother, she hugged him. Not your normal hug either. It was one of those hugs that expressed that. 'I'm glad you're okay' and also 'you better think about what you did.' How did I know… well the boy looked like he was being crushed by the hug.
"Mom… can't- breathe!" The boy, Damian gasped out quietly. He was still hugging her though. It brought a small smile to my face. Despite the town's weirdness… it was still a great place to be.
I looked towards the man, who was also staring at the scene, once again. He had relaxed, slightly and was now walking to the mother and son.
"Don't ever do that again." The mother said worriedly, tears falling down her face. I started to walk up to the two as well, worried for both of them.
"Ahh, come on mom. Those Grimm had nothing on me!" Damian stated cockily, as I noted what they called the beasts.
"You were almost killed by ten wolves… I'd say they had everything on you." The man said seriously, not taking his cockiness lightly.
Damian sputtered, his face paling a little. "A-ah, I had it c-covered." Damian said fearfully, unconsciously looking at his mother.
"Don't lie…" The man said, crossing his arms. "Accept it, and learn from it. Now, what did you learn?" He finished, pulling the scarf off of his nose.
"U-u-ummmmm." He said, looking at his still crying mother. "D-don't get cocky?" He said, questioningly. Ahhh yes, the first lesson anyone learns from fighting… or surviving really. Learning the difference between confidence and cockiness was a great first step.
He nodded, also happy with his answer. He started to walk away, probably going to his house. Yet, Damian had other plans.
"Can't you stay with us?"
With that simple question, the God-blooded man stopped. Slowly he turned around, his expression showing great surprise. "W-well, I don't want to intrude." He said, in discomfort. The reason unknown.
"Nonsense," The mother spoke up, no longer crying from her son's return. "You saved my son's life. That deserves at least a night's stay." Smiling sweetly. She then turned to me. "You may also stay, if you like?"
I was quite surprised myself. Even if someone saved a life in Lordran, it was never met with a thank you or praise. It was met with a harsh cry of people, wishing great misfortune upon you. Almost no-one allowed a complete stranger into their home, and it was kinda an unspoken rule to shut the door in all Undead's faces.
"...I have no where better to be." I answered sheepishly, looking at the surrounding rural town.
"... Same." The man said, shuffling uncomfortably. Was he the shy type… or was he as unused to this as I was?
"That's grand! I might just have to cook up a Feast!" The mother said excitably, walking away from our current location. Damian, following close behind.
Huh… maybe I won't mind this new Age of Fire.
This is the strangest place I have ever been to. And I have been to places where people had 20 eyes.
It's people where happy, despite the horde of beasts on its parameters. They were kind, despite the cruel world they live in. But most importantly, I could only ask myself on question.
'Why are they so content with me staying at their house?' This is the first I've ever heard of it. A Hunter, invited into someone's home. Usually they would blame me for the disaster of the Hunt, then I would try to tell them of the Chapel.
That had some….mixed results.
Now I was going to the boy's, who I now knew as Damian, house. In a village that seemed content with Hunter, as impossible as that sounded. Alongside me, a Hunter strode with confidence, wearing the strangest attire for a Nightmare I have ever seen.
He was wearing thick armor, to clunky to properly dodge attacks. It was like he thought he could actually win against the beasts, with strength alone. It was strange for a Hunter to think so.
No man fought a beast face-to-face with strength and sword alone.
But he was experienced, that was all that I needed to know. So I must be wary, there's no telling what he will do. He might transform into a beast at any moment.
Or just attack for fun.
"Were here!" Damian screamed out, once again excited. It was a modest house, with only two floors. It had what every great house had, a door, windows, a roof. Even some plant life.
It wasn't gothic or even shoddy. It was a perfect building. No overgrown plant life, no damage to the house… this was nothing wrong with it. But one question still laid inside my head.
"Do you only know how to be excited?" I asked Damian, truly wondering if he has any other emotion.
"Hey!" Damian spoke up, his annoyance showing through. "Do you have to be so rude?" His arms once again crossed.
"No, I just choose to." I said back, no actual bite in my words. I walked up to the house, once again curious. The mother was already unlocking the house.
"What!" The young boy screamed out, hurting my ears. "You're telling me you could have been nice this entire time." He said jokingly, trying to get me to laugh.
It didn't work
"No… yes." I finished quietly. Not wanting him to get a big ego just from him being right… sadly the armored Hunter heard. Giving out a giant laugh in the process.
"Ahhh, give the kid a break." The man said, giving my back a slap. "He just survived an attack against demons with only little damage. Let him bask in a little honor." I turned my head towards the shrouded figure. My hands now reaching for my bruised back.
"Their is no honor in a pointless battle." I said simply, irritation seeping into my voice. "Besides he is just a boy… let him live innocently just a little longer." I said quietly, making my way into the now unlocked house.
'Once again… another person oblivious to the real world.'
It was small, but roomy. Despite it's simplicity, I couldn't help but marvel at it. How long has it been since I've seen a happy home.
"But there is innocence in honor." The man whispered while walking by me. "Where else do you find honor… but those, foolish enough to believe it." As he finished, walking his way into the innocent home.
I stood there, looking at the strange Hunter. My interest rising, once again. Who would have guessed… Maybe it wasn't just his strength that kept him alive. But his wit.
I continued to look around the house, finding the smaller details. Like the windows, which was right next to the table. The small, yet functional, kitchen with a multitude of Flora. And my eyes instantly traveled to the most interesting place in the small living room.
The Bookshelf. A simple wooden shelf, filled to the brim with Books. I established my love of books ever since I was a young child. While it wasn't as large as Byrgenwerth's scholarly library, I still enjoyed it.
At least these wasn't Nightmare Fuel guarding it. Frenzy causing bug's… I was never killed by one, but still.
I started walking towards the Bookshelf, a new interest in mind. Namely, what this Nightmare was called. While it didn't look like the average Nightmare, there were still Beast's here. Besides, it was the only way to explain the Pale Moon.
The only place that the moon was pale was in fact, those in alliance with a dream. The Frontier, Menis, the Hunter's Nightmare and Dream. While the last one was finicky, it only happened when the Moon Presence came. So it must have been a special occasion.
Even with the broken Celestial body, the moon was pale. I only hope there wasn't a Host here. I had enough with that lousy scholar or a long while. Besides it would be a bad Idea to face a great challenge right now. I have not encountered a lantern in sometime… which in itself, was odd.
Every new area you visit, there is a lantern. Created by the Old Hunter's, who long since passed, so other Hunters may have an easier time in exploration. It was strange experience, if I am not careful I may never come here again.
So I retrieved a Book, It's title already holding a great discovery.
"Hmmm… strange name…" I thought aloud, silently. "So this Nightmare is named Remnant?" I stroked my chin lightly, in deep thought.
So with a steady hand I turned the page. Thinking only one thing.
'Now… to see why they call it, Nightmares Remnant?'
It has been ten minutes since I have entered the Mother and Son's home. It was all quite strange to me. It was a great house, fitting for that of a well-mannered knight. But there was many things that bugged me… namely the strange fire-less light source.
Hanging above the table was a glass chandelier, decorated with many different types of floral designs. Yet in the middle was a large sphere of glass. It was emitting a light, far more powerful than a normal fire could make. While it could not top the Witches flames, it was still a small spectacle to see.
Yet it meant something… something that seemed to a minority to most of this Age.
I could only stare at the light, wondering how it worked, and what it meant. I was so engrossed, I didn't notice Damian walk beside me.
"Why are you staring at the Dust Bulb?" The young boy asked, worriedly. Though I barely processed it as I reached for my blade. Thankfully, I stopped the movement. Dang nerves.
"Please don't sneak up on me like that." I said with a slight worry, as I turned my attention to the small boy. His face scrunched up in confusion. "I have been trained to attack what ever sneaks up on me."
The boy, once again, looked at me strangely, but seemed to understand. "I was just wondering why you were staring at the Dust Bulb?" He asked while, thankfully, pointing at the light source.
Now… I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I knew telling him about the 'Why' was a bad Idea. So I opted for the better strategy… Lying.
"Oh… sorry but you are mistaken. I was staring at the chandelier." I said, while pointing at the surrounding glass of this 'Dust Bulb'. "It has a great design…" I said quietly, moving to the other side of the room.
How long… How long have I been burning?! It must have been very long, cause the Age of Fire is gone.
What else could it be! There is barely any fire in actual use. The mother is cooking over… something? I don't know? She called it a stove. Whatever that is?!
But how could it have happened… I know that the Age of Fire is a cycle. It's forever, constant, always happening. It can never be broken, so long as the Abyss exists. So long as the Undead exist!
Wait… could they have? I looked to the bookshelf, which was occupied by the Man… I still haven't gotten his name. But, I ignored it, and went to find the more pressing matter. Slowly, I skimmed through all of the book's titles. I continued to search, but none seemed to hold the information I wanted.
None of them talked about the Undead. Or what I wished to learn.
Simply put, I had nothing.
"What are you looking for?" A quiet voice asked from below. I looked down and saw the man. His bandage still covered his eye, but the hair was pushed to the side. Revealing a deep purple eye, if it weren't for the light most would believe it to be pure black.
"... Nothing, just an interesting read." I sighed out. As I went to sit on the floor, pulling my swords off my back in a quick and practiced motion. I laid them at my side and retrieved a wheatstone from my pouch. I even took off my helmet, so I could see the blade better… Though my blond bangs were still in the way.
Slowly I retrieved my cursed sword, it's dark beauty seemingly absorbing light. And so I began the calming process of sharpening my sword, giving me the freedom to think. About the why…
And the when.
Hmm… Interesting.
It would seem that this Nightmare, is in fact like the Hunters Nightmare. Except with it's own set of 'rules'.
The beasts here are called, Grimm. There creation/creator is unknown, but they've been a scourge to humanity for millennia. Why they called it a tacky name like, Grimm is beyond me.
Humanity was on the verge of extinction, alongside the animalistic Faunus. The only natural thing to do would have been to fight back. So with Dust in hand, they slayed Grimm. Wielding new weapons, powered by Dust to win.
Thus Hunter's, or Huntsman in this nightmare, came to be. A tale of Heroes and Heroines… a tale filled to the brim with 'Happy Endings'.
I closed the book suddenly, causing it to make a loud slapping sound. Even the squeaking of the fine leather could be heard throughout the small room.
'The chances of a happily ever after is about as believable, as the One Reborn being cute!'
"Ummm… any reason why you are glaring at a book?" The Armored Hunter asked, his tone filled with confusion.
I looked over to him, his face covered by silvery blond hair. His face was almost innocent, if it weren't for the one giant scar, going from chin to cheek. Not to mention the hardened look behind his eyes. Which were a blazing gold, making it look like two suns were in his eyes.
His Blade was positioned on his lap, though was now being transferred to his sheath as he retrieved his other blade.
"Just a predictable ending." I stated simply, putting the book away.
"...I thought you were reading a history book?" He said, fully unsheathing his other sword while looking at me.
It was almost a carbon copy of the other sword. It's blade was the same length, it's weight and girth also the same. But it had one guard arm while the other had none.
Also… it was very different in both coloring and feel. This blade was lighter, in color, than the other one. It went from pure white, at the edge, to a bold cobalt in the middle. It also felt... different from his other blade. Truthfully, I couldn't put my finger on the feeling but it fet otherworldly.
"History… is written by the victors." I said simply, going back to find a better story. The man gave a small 'oh' in response. After a while he went to look at his blade again… and then he stopped.
He was staring bug eyed, at the majestic sword. As if he had never seen the blade in his life. It was only a second later, did he put up a slight mask. Possibly to cover his shock.
I didn't bother asking, I'd rather not involve myself in such things from a person I barely know. Especially, one who can fight. So instead I went back to find an interesting read… Until a single voice called out from the kitchen.
"Dinner!"
Now this is very strange.
That was the only thing I could say, as I took my regularly scheduled sip of coffee. It's bitter taste coating my taste buds, and keeping me away from my dreams… yet sometimes I wish I could sleep.
It would certainly be better than this current confusion.
"I don't know what it was, but there was some type of signature." My good friend and fellow headmaster, James Ironwood stated over the video call. "It appeared shortly after sunset, that was all we could gain from the energy signature before it disappeared." He finished, almost robotically.
Despite the strange news, I kept a calm face. It was truly interesting, what else could it possibly be. A strange energy signal appearing in the small island of Patch. However, what is the source? Why did it appear on the militaries sensors? Who or what caused such a spike in energy that it could be felt all the way from Atlas? But the real question is, what to do?
We know that their is a powerful source of energy on the island of Patch. However, this could be anyone, or maybe even anything. It could be a new type of Grimm, a weapon created by the White Fang, or worse…
Another Maiden getting her powers taken.
This needed to be investigated, quickly and quietly. This needed to be done by someone experienced, and trustworthy. Someone who was in the area and could get there as quickly as possible.
After a moment of thought, I could only think of one man to go and investigate. While he wouldn't be my first choice, he was definitely skilled in combat should the need arise, and was a trustworthy friend of long ago. I had even asked him to join our group long ago, but he had refused. He told me that after his retirement, all he wanted to do was take care of his daughters.
I respected his decision and didn't tell him of the Maidens, but I did ask him to watch over Patch in case of… trouble. As well as a great secret that must be watched over.
The Flame of Patch.
It was a single great flame, pure orange in color. It was warm yet sinister… for there was something outlined in the flame. A wolf, howling in a silent scream.
We believe it to be some type of Ancient Grimm in an eternal sleep. It has been there for longer than even the Great War itself. We don't know it's purpose, why it's there, or anything about it for that matter except for one thing… a single question along with a single fear.
Could the Grimm awaken?
So I sent the experienced Huntsman on an important duty, to check the flame every so often. What else could we do. The flame couldn't be moved, we already tried that with young Amber. It couldn't be doused, for the flame was far too powerful… Yet the strangest thing was that it did not burn.
The surrounding area was still graced with life, nothing was even harmed by the grand flame. Yet all who tried to approach its contents were burned mercilessly, giving off Third Degree Burns. Believe it or not the people with fire related semblances, much like young Ms. Xiao Long, received worse burns.
They would receive Fifth Degree Burns*, literally making it look like their skin had started to melt off. Though only those with a fire resistance aspect, were used in the testing, at their transgression of course. Ms Xiao Long was not part of the testing because of some obvious complaints from Tai.
"Oz… what do you suggest?" Ironwood asked. Hoping for me to have a way to fight this problem. He knows, just as I do, if we aren't quick enough the possibility of the Queen gaining more power would be troubling.
Yet before I could even form a retort, a call echoed from the monitor. I quickly looked at the ID and saw who it was. Pressing the call button, I could only say one thing.
"I was just about to call you." I told Tai, over the phone. Already getting to business. "Listen we have a-"
"Oz we have a problem!" The young man practically yelled, sounding slightly panicked. I quickly forget what I was about to say, and listened.
"What is the situation." I say seriously, seeing James give a patient look. Though he was now closer to the screen than he was before.
"It's the Flame, it gone!" He shouted sounding slightly worried, along with a little running. Probably trying to find the source of its disappearance.
"What!" I said rising from my chair, my face showing surprise. Which has not happened in a very long time. Even James went wide eyed, just from my reaction alone. "Do you have any explanation to why it's gone!" I say quickly, trying to get as much info as possible.
"Only a bunch of burnt grass in the shade of steps, which I am now tracking!" He said, panting over the phone. "But the problem is it's not a Grimm's steps… It's a person's." He said seriously no humor on his face. "I think someone took the flame!" He said, quickly, still panting lightly.
Taking the news with a stern face, I look towards the General. Showing slight concern. Then something hit me, something important about the flame.
"The Being inside of the flame, is it there!?" I asked quickly, worried for what the creature can do to the island. He didn't respond right away, but his gasps for breath could still be heard.
"Oz… The thing is gone…" Tai said slowly, despite his still gasping breath. "There was nothing there… only burnt grass." He finished.
I could only think if the repercussions, of this horrid disappearance. A grand attack on Patch from a Grimm so ancient that it could possibly be a millennia old. Stolen by the White Fang to burn all of those who did them wrong. Or worse… The Queen's plot to destroy all life. What other choice was there… but to prepare for the worst.
"Keep following the trail… I'll be there as soon as possible!" I said, hanging up on him. I then turned my attention to James, who was now wide eyed from my declaration. "I'll look at the energy signature location." I said to him, with a slight hardness to it. "Don't worry."
I then terminate the call, and make my way to the elevator. Cane in hand… Worried for what may come… Hoping that my participation will make an impact on our current blight.
I could hear the scratches on brick, as the two wolves chased me. I could do nothing but feel my adrenaline pumping and my legs running. There was no other way through this god forsaken location, other than the sewers.
I turned my head seeing the terrible beasts and all of their grotesque glory. Their maws so close to me, that I could feel their breath. I could even smell it. It was a mix of aged blood and death. I ran even harder after seeing that, my breath heavy and quick.
I ran past four other things, a giant of a man whose back was hunched over. It was relatively human if it weren't for the ginormous size and girth. Or the fact that it's eyes weren't filled with the spark of life, only the blank gaze of a corpse. The rest were crows, to large and wide to even be considered birds anymore. There eyes a pasty yellow against their midnight coat, with beaks sharper than knives.
I didn't even bother to fight them, I have enough to deal with. I rolled through them, making my way to the arch at the end of the bridge. Hoping to find anything over there that can help me escape.
Suddenly there was a tug at my foot, as I reached the entrance to the arch. I fell on the bricks, hearing a snap as my face hit the bricks. I quickly tried to get up, despite the pain, fear of the beasts following close behind. I could still hear their claws scratching at the bricks inside of the bridge. I crawled as fast as I could, making it through the archway of the bridge. But I could still hear them. I could even hear the crows low squawks, alongside a low growl.
Then it stopped. Nothing could be heard, except the quick beating of my heart, and my quick intakes of breath.
I turn my head, wondering if the what was going on. Then I saw it… whatever it was? It was spread across the archway of the bridge. A pale white mist, blocking everything from view.
I started to stand, my feet still aching from my sprint. I made my way towards the fog, curiosity for all things new enveloping my mind. When I reached it, I could still see nothing through it. All that could be seen was the thick tendrils of fog, enveloping each other.
It was beautiful really, an ethereal beauty that I have never seen before. Before I knew it, my arm was making it's way towards it. Wishing to feel the cool, beautiful mist… Only to stop as it hit something solid.
My hand was indeed hitting a solid object… but there was nothing there. All that was there was a the mist. It was like my hand couldn't penetrate it. A second later there were two hands pushing at the invisible wall, trying to get through it. After a minute of this, I started seeing the pointlessness of this experiment. As soon as I did however, I heard something that terrified me to my core.
A scream echoed through-out Yharnam. A loud, high-pitched, human scream… yet it was far too loud, and far too high to be human… Then a crash was heard, and felt through the bridge, mightier than any earthquake.
I didn't turn around, I couldn't. Fear was coiling around me, like that of a snake, it's presence restricting both breath and movement. Then my head started to move all on it's own, my weapon drawn uselessly at my side. When my head finally turned far enough, I saw it…
Death in a Beast's form. Yet a voice was telling me something else. It was old, wise and caring.
"Beware Young Hunter… your first trial is… The Cleric Beast."
It's hide was black mixed with white, making it look gray when combined with the other. Black, twisted horns stained with blood sat upon where it's eyes should be. It's ribs could be seen clearly, but not from malnourishment. It was as if it was there as some type of armor. It's legs were that of a wolf's, clawed but only used to walk, as it was crouched down in a position similar to pouncing. It's right arm was human looking, clawed like a wolf's. While the other one was also that… except for it's size and protection.
It was both longer and covered with its thick hide, and fur. It's claws were as long as me, and thicker than any sword I've seen. There was another thing off about it.
It was pink, with recent blood dripping from them. It's mouth split open, letting out another of it's terrifying scream. Then… it started moving towards me.
The fear was growing, I could not move. It was as if the beast was paralyzing me with it's nonexistent eyes. Even time didn't follow the rule's as the beast somehow was in front of me. It's immense size, made me look like a child to this Beast.
A hand grabbed me, embracing me in it's bone chilling grasp. The beast lifted me up, slowly, as if I weighed more than expected. Then he screamed again, the rush of air from its lungs, both deafening me and blowing air in my face. Waking me up from my fearful daydream.
I screamed as well, as I noticed it's mouth coming closer, and closer. Until, the embrace was gone and I fell to its mou-
I awoke slowly. The nightmare, no... memory. The memory not even fazing me anymore. My heart was a beating faster than it normally would, that in itself was normal. My conscious self may not be affected by it, but my unconscious self would. I looked to my right, seeing my weapons handle close to my right hand. In case of anything bad to come.
I was in a room, a bed in one corner of the room that I didn't use. It appears the Hunt has also changed how I like to sleep. With a hard, secure surface under me, as a way of comfort. It didn't beat the nice, cool grass of the dream. But… beggars can't be choosers. A single window was covered with a floral pattern, much like the the rest of the house. A small light coming through it. Must have been a torch or something.
Though something was telling me, that was not it. The light was giving off too much warmth, to be a simple torch. The light even appeared to be greater than any torch I've ever seen. So that begs the question, of what it could be?
So I stand up grabbing the weapon at my side, in case it was a new beast. As I was about halfway to the window, now. It's warmth growing as I went to it, and a familiarity growing within it as well. I felt this warmth long ago… but from where? Or when?
Then I came right up to the curtain. My curiosity, growing to the brim. Then I pulled the Curtain back and saw one more impossibility that this Nightmare brought up.
The brightest star in the sky… also known as the Sun.
Ahh… the Sun. To some it would appear to be the greatest creation, which it is. To others it's just something that has kept us alive since the creation of the First Flame. To all it gives people a sense of joy… to all but one.
His name is Mors Ignis… who is now speaking to himself in the Third Person.
'I've been hanging around to many royal's.' I thought to myself, looking at the sun through the shroud of my helm. Effectively blocking it's intense rays, so that I may look at it's melancholic glory.
When you have so many people who are associated with the Sun, who've died a death at my hands. Well… the sun just doesn't look the same ever again. I looked ahead once more, the village in all of it's beautiful glory. The sun's rays beating down on me, from my position in the grass. Hopefully protecting it from any demon attacks.
You never know what might come… Especially after finding out last night what happened to the Abyss Greatsword. I know the First Flame was powerful, but I didn't expect this. I didn't expect it to expel the Abyss from the sword.
Now on my lap, laid… The Greatsword of Artorias. In all it's fine glory, tempered by the First Flame, the creation of all light. It was back to it's former glory, perfect in almost everyway. Sadly, sleep came first.
I had expected a good long sleep, filled with the memories of the people of old. After all, I haven't slept in what could be millions of years. Before I even hit the pillow, I had already leapt into the land of dreams.
It was to be expected, as I was Dead Tired.
Instead, I was met with the beautiful face of one thing…
The Asylum Demon, in all of it's green skinned glory. It's mace, crushing me to death. Been awhile since I had that dream.
I continued looking at the village, hoping to find nothing wrong during my watch.
Suddenly, something came from the sky. It was a giant metal contraption, shaped similarly to a bird. Gray metal made the entirety of it, along with a glass front, revealing a person driving it. From the wings of the contraption came two streams of fire. Just from looking at the flame, I could tell they were powerful.
At least a level of Pyromancy similar to a Daughter of Chaos, from sight alone. It was slowly descending vertically, to a small patch of grass about thirty feet from my location. As soon as it landed a hatch opened up, revealing two people. Who, even from a distance, I could tell were very experienced.
One was a blond maiden, who housed no armor on her body. Just a simple pair of noble like clothing, with a long flowing cape. Which seemed to have a design that were similar to arrows. Here eyes were a very light green, hidden behind a single pair of spectacles. Two things were in here hands. One was a small piece of glass, between two metal contraptions. The other… was a riding crop? Odd choice of weapon.
The other was a single man, his grayed hair giving away his age. He also wore noble clothing, which was on the greener side, once again without armor. He had deep amber eyes, which was hidden behind a small pair of spectacles as well. Within his hand was a single mug of a steaming beverage, it's contents unknown. In his other hand was a single cane. Once again, an odd choice for a weapon.
They exited the contraption, with a slight grace to their steps. People gathered around the two, as the contraption took off. I too was curious, as I started to make my way there, after getting up of course.
As I approached the group of people, I could not stop myself from hearing there many inquiries. Though most of them were the same thing.
"What's Professor Ozpin doing here?" Almost all of the adults asked, their tones filled with wonder and curiosity. I finally, made it to the edge of the crowd. Seeing the person everyone was inquiring, about up-close.
The man, barely gave a glance to the citizens. As he quickly made his way to the edge of town. Walking on a path leading away from it. The young noble woman following him as well.
After that the crowd seemed to disperse. Possibly going back to their everyday lives… except one person. The young man from last night, Damian, who seemed to gaze in awe at the two retreating noble's, back's.
"So those two were… Cool!" He mused to himself, quickly running off somewhere. I looked at the two myself, noticing their purpose filled steps. Along with their hardened expressions, which screamed suspicious. I could not help but wonder… What were they doing?
Suddenly a noise came from behind me, that I and the noble's reacted to immediately.
A scream, filled to the brim with terror. Alongside the screech of a Demon.
As soon as I heard the scream from my place at the window, I stopped my internal rant. For the impossibility of the Sun being out like this… because on a night of the hunt the moon doesn't come out until yo- Focus! Scream first, impossibility later.
The scream came from directly outside the window. I looked down and noticed a small child, about ten years old, her back against the wall. In front of her however was a Giant Bea-Grimm.
What else could I say about it but this… that's a big bird. It was about the size of this house, which was two stories high, with a wingspan far larger than it's height. A bone like mask was on it's face. As thick as a shield.
Surrounding the bird however was a bunch of other Bea- Grimm. They only appeared to have two legs, and no arms. Relying primarily, on its gaping mouth covered entirely with the same bone white mask. There were about thirty in number, including the giant bird along with it.
'Great, now I have to save another kid!' I thought, jumping from the window of the house. Effectively, getting me along the spine of the giant bird. I felt the arcane run through my arm into the blade, giving it a slight glow to it.
Then I cut horizontally… cutting the bird's head off in one fell sweep. The Burial Blade's arcane prowess coming into play. What else could it have been. The blade may be big, but there's no way it can cut through the Bea- Grimms thick neck fully. It was just my arcane, flowing into the siderite, making the blade both sharper and longer… yet without being seen. I believe the longest it can go is… five feet? Yes, that's it. I dubbed the ability of this Blade.
The Phantom Slash. For it's invisible length upgrade and it's increased damage… though it is much more powerful in it's 'trick' form.
I was still falling to the ground. The landing would hurt, but I have felt worse. Such is the Hunter's life. I impacted the ground, my bones straining from the impact. I could feel them creak, I could even hear it a little. Along with my armored leggings hitting the fresh green grass.
"Girl, run to the closest house." I don't wait for a response as I begin to attack the strange Beas- Grimm… Forget it they're just Beasts. All I could do was strike one, right between it's eyes, then back away. Wishing to asses the opponent before charging at them.
They all suddenly rushed me, probably thinking about the strength in numbers strategy. It appears that they are the young variation of Beasts of this world. Only trusting instinct and nothing else.
It appears I am surrounded by idiots…
I dodge the Beasts, there movements easy and predictable. Even with them surrounding me they are easy to dodge. I only had to shoot one, who got too close for comfort, but even then this is nothing new.
It seemed that they only possessed physical prowess. They could only attack from up-close… this will be simple.
I dodge another Beast, then dissect it's stomach. I kept doing the same thing over and over again. Dissecting different parts of the creature. It's throat, head, legs, liver, I even split two in half.
When I was done, only fifteen of them remained… and it only took forty seconds. I still haven't taken a hit, but this happens after fighting beasts that can probably kill you if you make one mistake. So in comparison… this was a to easy.
A resounding metallic clang rang through the battlefield, alongside two flying severed heads. I turn to the Armored Hunter, cause who else could it be, his sword imbedded in the ground.
"I take care of the rest." He stated quietly, moving ahead of me. One of his blades, the one that felt similar to light, over his shoulder. He ran ahead, his movements slow and sluggish. But he still ran, his experience showing… especially when he mutilated three beasts with a single powerful swing.
He continued the fight, his fighting style consisting of brute strength and precision timing. He always seemed to stay back, waiting for the enemy to come to him, rarely attacking up front. But when he did I noted a single thing… nothing survived after it.
It truly seems he uses both skill, strength, and experience when fighting battles. Truly a good fighter… Now than for the question that has been delayed for far too long to be comfortable.
"What is your name?" I ask the armored hunter, his volley of attacks on the Beasts finished. He turned his head looking right at me, at least I think. The Helm usually get's in the way of seeing his face.
"Mors… Mors Ignis." He said, while simultaneously taking his helmet off. His silver blond hair, falling down in locks. He reached his hand out, probably to shake my hand. "What is yours?" He asked, his hand still out stretched probably out of good intentions.
I crossed my arms, a small clanging sound going throughout the small area because of the metal. " Venatores Luna…" I say silently, refusing to shake his hand. Slowly, Mors started to put his hand down at his side. He looked slightly disheartened, but he quickly jumped back to his, possibly, normal smile.
"Well at least I can stop calling you, Stranger. Right Venatores…" He said, his smile bright and open… which was meet by my dark glare.
"We are still strangers… you're not my friend." I say, getting the point across. I turn around, wishing to go back to the house to continue with my 'Sun' hypothesis. That is if two people weren't in the way.
"Hello… I am Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon… and I have a Proposition for you."
*made it up.
Well I hope you enjoyed this. Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I believe this fit very well in the current situation. Sudden, but not unexpected… also prepare for a bit more of those surprises that, at least I hope, none of you saw coming.
Now onto the questions you will probably ask in the review section.
Yes I gave the Burial Blade an Arcane Buff. In both Phantom Slash and Added Damage. The damage is now double the physical damage. Reason being is because it is a bit underpowered for a Final Boss weapon. Not to say it's bad. As I said to Baz, It's my main. Gotta give it credit.
The Abyss Greatsword, has indeed transformed into the Greatsword of Artorias. It happened because of the Kiln's flame, purifying the abyss form the sword. While also fixing, tempering, and sharpening the blade. Don't ask how it affected Mors… cause you'll find out soon.
The reason it didn't work on the cursed Greatsword, is because of the many unknowns about the curse. We don't know if it can even disappear, we don't know how it happens. All we know is that it's there. So the reason it didn't change was lack of info on my part… plus what the curse can do in Remnant.
The skipping of Venatores' reaction to the sun. Honestly, it was just going to be a page long rant, explaining the impossibility of it all. And while it may come out with some hilarious results, I just don't want to over do it.
With that I hope I answered all of you questions.
Oh and to all those who favored and followed my story.
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Truthfully, I thought no one was going to read this because I believed I had hockey writing… but looks like all of you out there proved me dead wrong. Looks like I'll just have to keep writing to keep my new fans happy! :)
Oh and Thank you:
FromSoftware: For making such great games, that make us all want to play despite the oncoming rage.
RoosterTeeth Animation: For making me laugh, smile, dream, and cry for some characters that don't even exist… yet make them all so real. I can't wait for Volume Five!
Count Chaos (Writer of 'Remnants of the Forgotten Hunt'): Thank you for inspiring me to write my story. I hope to have more twists and turns that will make even you wanting for more!
To the Second Writer of Twingamer011701, my Brother: For taking the bullet and making your story first to see how people took it. Thanks for being a Human Shield!
Awww, thanks bro. That almost makes up for all of the annoying questions about whether or not the story was good. P.S It doesn't.
Fuck you to bro. Fuck you to.