{ moments within a broken cycle}

The word fate is tossed around too often within this empty land. "A fate worse than death." Words that do not hold any meaning anymore to the woman, words that mean nothing begin to lose their meaning within their minds. Perhaps this was fate, for her to forget her resolve and climb into the deep cradle of death or succumb finally to the insanity that lurks in the corner of her mind. There were many opportunities that gave her the chance to run, to find an exit for this land. But she always ended up within the same place if she had 'broken' the universe she was in. A place of serenity, a place where none could judge her for the inhabitants of this place could not even think for themselves.

The Undead Asylum was one of her most explored places, landmasses that remained dormant while empty hollows cried out for answers or shed screams of agony for release from this unbearable curse. She could understand their pain, having to lose everything and become nothing and not having the power because of the curse to end it would possibly be a fate worse than death. A fate worse than death…

It wasn't much of a place to begin with, what with the foreboding creatures that sat inside every crevice of this forsaken asylum, there would be seated one mind that knew the world as it was for every time they ran through this cycle that repeated almost endlessly. It wasn't as much enticing but more or less annoying in the right mind. She knew what she was going through and the doom of having to repeat every terrible act all over again was finally playing its toll on her mental state, but she expected it. She expected this cycle to tear away at her mind while she worked through her life within this unbreakable cycle, a cycle that spirals endlessly into the gaps of time, seizing moments to taunt her with things that would often bring her a false hope that would sooner be crushed than expected to thrive.

It was about that time now, to get up, grab the key and open the cell door to venture into the asylum. Find the usual miscellaneous items that were spread throughout the asylum. Even meet the dying Oscar of Astora, the fabled knight who at countless times gave you the key to your salvation and the flask that radiates with your life force. Find the man lay silent upon the rubble while until he hears the approach of the lone warrior. A simple shudder from the aching feeling of their joints rubbing against one another just to move their head slightly to see the arrival of the Chosen Undead. But… As the Chosen Undead entered the area where the hollow rolls the iron boulder down the stairs to smash open the wall to see Oscar, through the one crumbled door she saw no human being within the room. Only the hole that shone light in was covered and leaving this small space a dark area. It was unusual.

With the intention to leave this depressing area and go into Firelink Shrine to rest for a couple of days, up the stairs lay a dormant undead body. A large gash upon their chest and the boulder pushed to the side. It was abnormal, as if a swordsman has been through here. Perhaps there within this cycle was born a new Chosen, someone who came to run through the fissures of time and test their mettle against everything that Lordran has to offer.

She was frightened from this thought, someone new often replaces those who within the current one. She never experienced this but from her common knowledge of these types of things, someone new often replaces the old. Out with the old, and in with the new. She didn't want that. She didn't want to be thrown out like she was some over-used back-pack that needed to be renewed, fixed, or thrown away. She knew well enough never to test the cycle, everything will break and be brought back anew. Her only option was to go with what was given and hopefully fit herself into the equation. Make herself the important one, instead of the other. Being useless… Being useless is worse than being told you are nothing by your parents. Being useless is above the level of hollow, having to sit down for an eternity and wait for your hollowfication to take full effect and force you into a state where you seek death, or die countless of times by passing warriors.

The Chosen Undead trudged through the empty halls of the Asylum, seeking out this new person who roams through the walks the hollow chambers of this place. Only to hear the loud crashing of the Asylum Demon's Greathammer smashing against the ground as if in a fight. She rushed to the balcony and peered down to see what might be taking place. There scurried around the demon was tall man who held a long sword and wore black garbs. The way they fought and moved about the area was almost as if it were a dance. Laying down small slashes against their hide, running the blade deep into the demon's skin.

Instead of watching this talented swordsman fight this creature, she thought of a way to possibly be of some help within this. Within her mind laid the knowledge of many spells and sorceries so without hesitation she pulled out the Talisman she received from slaying Solaire of Astora many cycles ago. Holding the item close to her lips, she whispered a prayer that allowed a large bright lightning spear to appear within her palm. The tingling sensation of the weapon rushed through her entire arm, tiny shocks and zapping sounds were heard and without thinking twice she hurled the giant spear down at the demon. It was powerful enough to tear a giant hole through the demon. It fell down onto the ground and dissipated into souls.

Without wanting to be seen, she backed away and peered down to stare at this man who was dumbfounded by what has just taken place. She saw the confusion and the same want for answers in their face. She kind of adored it, but she wanted to stay a distance and quiet before she made herself apparent. She wanted to understand who this person was before meeting them. Find out if they are a confused undead, or a murderous vagabond searching for blood in the right places. She knew nothing of them, and knowing nothing of someone new is dangerous. So what she would observe of this person would determine what kind of person they are. Follow, watch, and protect if need be. If this person was the new Chosen Undead, then she'll make sure they complete their task. Everyone deserves help, even in this forsaken land.