And so ends the Chosen Undead.

Having linked the fires, succeeding the lord of sunlight himself, Gwyn, Halas is now free. Free to finally die.

Yet he was afraid. How strange. He had spent so much time on this journey, dying one time after the other seeking a release, yet when it's given to him… he becomes afraid. He does not want succeed, only to have to kill or be killed by the next Chosen Undead.

Yes, he has done this several times… enough to know that Lordran has been put through a time loop. It could have been hundreds, tens, or even just a single time, but after all of Halas' hardships, he had started to notice that feeling of Deja vu every time he fought. From the lowliest hollow to the mighty Gwyn.

He had grown tired, tired of wading through all of those corpses, seeing those he called friends die one by one just to serve in staving off the end of the Age of Fire.

He wanted to die on his own terms, to dictate his own future, rather than have some damned serpents tell him where to go, who to kill, or what to do. He is no golem, he is a man, a man who thinks and feels, a man who only wishes enjoy what little life had to offer!

He had saved Siegmeyer, Solaire, Sieglyn, Logan, everyone! He prevented their hollowing and for what!? Just to kill himself so they can be destroyed in the on coming fire!?

No more! He'd have none of it! He gave himself to this damned flame once too many times, and he'll use it to make him and his friends live a much more prosperous life!

It was at that moment that Halas felt a pull in his very being. Like he was being… taken out of the flame. Did… did the flame respond to his wishes?

It wasn't long until he felt the strange pull travel throughout his body, and then he felt himself fly, as if he was weightless. The burning of the fire had stopped, and he felt… whole. He felt like he was alive. His eyes were blinded by light, he couldn't see anything, but he felt several presence's near him.

One he recognized quite clearly.

Solaire. One of his greatest friends, and whom he owed his life to. He was still alive, even after helping him defeat Gwyn, he was still alive. The first time, before he had experianced the loop… he had to kill him. The amount of grief he felt could not be defined, he felt utterly helpless, and disgusted with himself. He had killed his friend, the only one who had ever truly looked out for him in that hell that is Lordran.

He was alive, and wherever he was going, Solaire was coming with him. He felt relieved, happy that he would not be especially alone in whatever new world they would appear in.

Though wherever he and his friends end up… he would be content. He could die on his own terms, not by command.

And with that, he closed his eyes and let wherever this current would take him guide him along.

Utter weightlessness.

Solaire had been many things, but a fool was definitely not one of them. He knew that "finding his own sun" was a foolhardy goal… but it was all he had. All that there was to keep him going in such trying times. But…

Then he met Halas. The boy looked… well, Solaire hated to admit it, but pitiful. He appeared weak, hardly any sort of material for heroics. But when he and his friends traveled together, Halas time and time again proved that he was far stronger than any of them, both in mind and spirit. A lesser man that was put in Halas' position would have surely gone hollow long before he could reach Gwyn.

Solaire had nearly did so himself. He was ashamed of that moment, ashamed at how far he had sunk. Yet Halas picked him up and dusted him off. All because "you would have done the same for me, friend.". Solaire felt like he had a brother in Halas, as if they were kindred spirits in a way.

They were.

The both of them, along with the knights from Catalina, Logan and his apprentice, even Laurentius, they had overcome some of the greatest obstacles placed before them. Even the Marvelous Chester had ceased his annoyances around Halas!

Halas was a hero to Solaire. Who else could bring together such a motley crew?

However… he felt himself land on soft grass.

He knew he was not back in Darkroot Garden, no the sun was clear- THE SUN!?

Solaire rose from what he guessed were plains, and looked upwards. The sun… it was here. He could feel the warm rays of it, warming his body. He quickly took off his helmet, his short-cut blonde hair finally getting to see the light of the sun, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears. However, a few tears fell from his eyes, causing Solaire to fall to his knees. "It is… 'tis the sun… It's beauty is magnificent." Solaire muttered quietly, a small smile on his face as he basked in radiant stars glory.

However, a groan quickly pulled him out of his stupor. He turned quickly, and found his friend, Halas, on the ground face first. "Halas!" Solaire exclaimed, and rushed to his fallen friend. He turned him over, and was relieved to see no external wounds upon his friend. "Friend, are you alright? Speak to me!"

"You're… yelling a little too loud there Solaire…" Halas groaned. He pulled back the hood of his wanderer armor, which consisted of the Silver Knights Chest plate and gloves, and with his old boots. "I am fine, friend." His silver hair hung close to his eyes, which were a dark green.

Solaire chuckled sheepishly, but smiled all the same, "I am glad… It would not do for a warrior of sunlight to be down so quickly!"

Halas laughed weakly, and slowly rose to his feet, "You are right friend… I had done it." He said, a look of pure happiness on his face. "I used the power of the first flame to end the cycle."

Solaire was told about the cycle after Halas' second time through Lordran. Solaire was of course very skeptical, but Halas had an easy time convincing him, pointing out all of those moments of familiarity he felt throughout his travels through Lord Gwyn's realm.

His face was full of surprise and happiness, "You did!? Amazing, friend!" He grabbed Halas in a hug, "Finally, we may live in peace, away from that nightmare." he let his friend go, and nodded with determination. "Now though… just where are we? Are the others with us?"

Halas smiled sheepishly, "Erm… I'm afraid I do not know the answer to the first question, Solaire. I know just as much as you do, and I did not know the first flame would respond to my wishes in such a way." He looked around, "Though I do know that I felt several others with us when I used the first flame. I can only assume that there are others with us."

Solaire was in silence, his thoughts racing through his head. "Hm… Hrm…"

Halas stared at Solaire with a blank expression, "Um, Solaire? You're turning into Siegmyer."

Solaire jumped, and he blushed a bit, "Ah, sorry friend. I did not mean to let my mind wander." He looked himself over, and was satisfied that he was still wearing his armor, his sword and shield on his person as well. "I just believe that we will not find them sitting around here." He smiled, and then put on his helmet, the light wind moving the feather ever so slightly. "Shall we travel these new lands in search of them? Think of the adventures to be had!" Solaire finished excitedly.

Halas laughed, and nodded. "Very well friend, let us be off. We have many things to see and explore." He looked over his own person, and was satisfied that his own weapons were on his person. Pharis' legendary bow, and Velka's Rapier were marvelous weapons indeed. Especially after Andre got a hold of them! On his back besides his bow, was the Grasscrest shield, a trustworthy defense for any man if there were ever another.

Solaire nodded, and advanced forward up the hill they rested upon, "Indeed! Let us waste nary a moment! For the sun!" He gave his own little battlecry, throwing his fist into the air. Halas couldn't help but join him and laugh.

"For the sun. Now then, let us find a path, perhaps then we will find a city, no?" Halas suggested as he marched ahead of the sun knight.

"An excellent idea if there were ever any. Now then, let us be off!"

"Mmm...Hmmm… Still alive? Hmm…" Siegmyer muttered to himself, his head falling up and down as he did try to rouse himself.

"Father!" Siegmyer jumped from his position.

"Hm! What! Who goes there!" he was about to brandish his Zweihander, but stopped when he saw his daughter standing there, arms crossed. "Ah! Sieglyn! Excellent to see you! Have you seen Halas? I would think that he'd be here with us."

Sieglyn shook her head, sighing as he removed her helmet. Her light brown hair was tied into a bun, so as to not obscure her vision when wearing her helmet. "No, father. I've seen neither hide nor hair of him. Not since…" She fell silent.

Siegmyer nodded grimly, sighing as he too removed his helmet. His short brown hair and neatly shaven stubble seen. "I see…" He owed Halas his life, just as many others did in their company.

For Siegmyer though, Halas had prevented him from going hollow, stopping his daughter from having to kill him. He told him of the cycle, how he wished to put an end to it, but knew not how.

Yet here he and his daughter were, in what was obviously not Darkroot Garden. What threw Siegmyer off was the feeling of warmth coming from the sky. When he looked up, his mind nearly had to arouse itself from blacking out.

"The sun…?" Siegmyer whispered. "Hmm… Ahaha!" Siegmyer laughed triumphantly, "Solaire must be enjoying himself!"

Sieglyn had rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same, "I would assume so, father." She placed her helmet back on, and looked to him, "I did feel several others when we traversed that white light. Do you think…?"

Siegmeyers' eyes twinkled with excitement, "Only one way to find out! Let us be off!" He quickly sheathed his Zweihander, sprinting off into the forest.

Sieglyn groaned, and ran after her crazy father, "Wait! Father!"

It would be a bonding experience, she supposed…

"Mmmf…" Grim groaned as he laid against a stone wall. "Where… Master Logan?" He quickly rose from his seat, looking around. Grim was Logans apprentice, a good one, he hoped. He had been one of the first his friend, Halas, had saved from the Undead Burg. "Master Logan?" He looked around somewhat frantically.

"Calm yourself boy, I'm right behind you." Turning around, he indeed did find Logan sitting down against the wall, still in thought as always.

Grim sighed in relief, "Oh thank the gods… I thought I had lost you again master." Grim scolded lightly.

Underneath his large hat, Logan rolled his eyes, "One would assume this tutelage was the other way around, hm?" Logan rose from his seat, and stretched, "Regardless! Where are we? This alley looks nothing like it would in the Undead Burg, nor does it look like Anor Londo."

Grim was silent for a moment, and looked around, "I… I do not know, master. This area is as new to me as it is to you."

"Hmm… troubling." Logan looked himself over, and nodded in approval. he still wore his sorcerers robes, as did his apprentice. "Excellent. It would seem that whatever Halas did, he made sure to have keep our equipment. We'd be useless either way, wouldn't you agree, Grim?" He asked humorously.

Grim cracked a smile and nodded as he chuckled, "Yes… I do not think we'd be of much use to anyone without our catalyst." he looked around, "Maybe we should start exploring? Try to know where we are exactly?"

"A good idea, Grim." Logan agreed and began to walk to the exit of the alley. "Now you are thinking like a sorcerer!"

"W-what!? Then what was I doing earlier!?"

"Thinking like the common spellcaster!" Logan replied teasingly.

"M-master!" Grim exclaimed indignantly, bringing laughter to Logan.

Little did they know, the city the two sorcerers were in would attract their friends like wildfire.

"Ah… Oh dear, that certainly hurt." Laurentius groaned as he rose from the ground, dusting himself off. "Master Quelana? Are you here?" He had been with the witch, throwing fireball after fireball at Gwyn as Halas dealt with the terror inducing lord of sunlight.

"Yes… I am here, Laurentius." That soft voice alerted him of her presence. Turning around, he found the familiar sight of the witch in her black robes with gold lace trimmed about it. "Though where here is, I know not." Quelana observed her surroundings. Snow littered the ground, alerting her of how cold it was.

Laurentius observed her blankly. She hadn't been out of Blighttown much, had she…? Well, he wouldn't judge her. Before he turned undead, he was guilty of the same with when it comes to the Great Swamps. "Erm, Master? Would you care for some shoes so you do not freeze yourself?"

"Ah, so the snow can freeze another?" She asked him. "If so, then yes, footwear would be appreciated."

Sighing, but smiling all the same, Laurentius rifled through his Bottomless box for appropriate foot wear.

Finding boots that were similar to Halas', he handed the warm footwear over to the founder of pyromancy. "These should do it. I see a log over there for you to sit, if you'd like."

"'Twould be easier, I imagine." She nodded in appreciation, and went about putting the boots on.

This left Laurentius to his thoughts. Just where were they? And what had Halas done? He felt as if he was being pulled somewhere, somewhere different than Lordran. He was right, as this place he was in was most obviously the world Ariamis as Halas had told him about. The place felt more… natural, rather than an illusion.

"Now then, Laurentius. Do you suppose you know where it is we are located?" Quelana interrupted his thoughts, "This area is fairly unfamiliar, as it does look like any description you've given me of the outside world."

Laurentius looked around a few more times before finally shaking his head, "No, I don't see anything familiar. Do you think it could have been… Halas?"

"...It could have very well been my apprentice that brought us here." She nodded. Laurentius winced slightly.

There it was. She had often called Halas her apprentice, yet when she taught him, he had been referred to by name only. She held her apprentices in high regard, often even motherly affection it would seem, if the way she said that sentence is any indicator.

"Do you think we should look around, then?" Laurentius finally asked. "We won't be able to figure out much by standing here."

Quelana nodded, and trekked ahead of him, "You are right. Let us explore this snowy area, I wish to know more of it."

Laurentius sighed, and followed silently behind the witch.

He hoped nothing too bad happened to his friends…

A/N: Ladies and Gents, another idea of mine that refused to leave my head any time soon. I felt that I had to share this, to show that I have so many ideas to do that I just have too much fun and too little time to get to them.

So! Now for the disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic except for Halas, and even then, that's subject to change due to him being the Chosen Undead.

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