Knight Artorias stumbled through the ruins of Oolacile. Corrupted by the Abyss, Artorias has lost his sanity and slaughtered anything unfortunate enough to cross paths with him. Lost in his rage and memories his mind wandered back to the moment when Manus, Father of the Abyss took everything from him. His mind, body, and soul now corrupted by the Abyss. All that mattered was the anger and darkness...everything was black, for the Abysswalker.

Moments later, Artorias found himself in a colosseum he stood motionless until something caught his attention. He saw a figure standing in the middle of the field, a Bloathead. Driven by his bloodlust, he leapt and impaled the creature with his greatsword as he landed. It was then when he sensed a new presence in the colosseum. He looked to the entrance and saw a knight, clad in Astoran knight armor. The knight also wielded a blue shield engraved with a dragon crest, and an Astoran straight sword at the ready and took a fighting stance. This knight was the Chosen Undead. Deep down in his mind Artorias tried to warn the undead advising to go no further, but the words never leave his mouth. It was too late for him, as an aura of dark energy started to engulf him, he raised his greatsword with the Bloathead still dangling on his blade and threw it at the Chosen Undead.

He dodged the Bloathead's flying corpse only to be met with a flying blow from Artorias, the undead dodged just in time or else he'd be impaled with Artorias' greatsword. After clashing their blades relentlessly, there were no signs about both sides would gave up soon. Artorias stood across the Chosen Undead, looking for a breach in his defenses. When one was not found, he simply did what he was trained to do: attack relentlessly, and wait for the perfect moment to deliver a killing blow. However, the Chosen Undead seemed to adapt to Artorias' fighting style and becoming much more powerful and dangerous than he previously expected. At some points during their battle, Artorias tried to gain more dark powers from the Abyss, yet the Chosen Undead still managed to stop him from doing so.

The battle had been going on for several hours, before Artorias made his first mistake. He stabbed forward with his greatsword, meaning to impale the undead on the tip, but he was quicker and more agile than Artorias had previously seen. Showing an incredible amount of speed and agility, the undead side-stepped the blade, jumped up, and stabbed Artorias through the heart with his divine Astoran straight sword, it's divine power purifying Artorias' soul and severing him from the Abyss' corruption and grasp. But not without dealing a fatal blow to Artorias himself, he howled in pain but felt peace at the same time.

After years of killing innocent beings, Knight Artorias, the legendary knight of Gwyn and walker of the Abyss, has been released from the Abyss' grasp and corruption...free to die in peace. As he began to lose his consciousness, Artorias...instead of howling like a savage beast finally spoke in human tongue. " You are strong human, surely your kind are more than pure dark. I beg of you, the spread of the Abyss must be stopped." the Chosen Undead nodded in acknowledgement, as he drew his final breath he uttered two words to the undead who would later go forth and slay Manus, Father of the Abyss: "Thank you..." then, all was dark.

Darkness...

All that Artorias could see and feel was utter black and silence. 'Is this the afterlife? No, I can still feel...that means I am not dead' he thought to himself. Then, he checked his physical condition and saw that there were no more black sludge and aura of darkness oozing from himself, even his broken arm is healed. 'I guess his weapon purified me, may Lord Gwyn bless the Astorans.' he thought and smiled. Then, he checked his gear and equipment and found that all of them (except his greatshield) seemed to be intact and also...purified, his greatsword is no longer cursed nor corrupted. It got it's divine power back. His petrified suit of armor, fixed to it's original state. 'Strange, I do not understand this but I am not complaining.' he also found a large gnarled stick...suddenly, his smile turned into a frown 'Manus... my control over some of the Abyss' dark powers still remained...whatever happens next, I must learn to control it's powers and use it for good instead of what I have done when I was in his grasp.' Before he could inspect himself any further, a gate with a bright light materialized in front of him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Artorias collected himself and sticked his hand into the light...

Suddenly he felt a powerful force, pulling him through the light at first Artorias tried to resist but even for the great knight his efforts are in vain. Artorias began to feel the same feeling when he was defeated by Manus...fear. But something caught his attention as he is pulled deeper into the light, screams of terror echoed in his ears . Artorias' sense of concern immediately flared up 'People? sounds like most of them are women and children...they are under attack and they need help!' Artorias thought, shrugging of his fears and mentally preparing himself to dive into another battle. He finally relented, and again... all was black.

Little did he know of what was going to happen to him, but one thing is certain...when he heard those screams he knew he have to help. Besides, he got nowhere else to go...he is technically dead,his home Lordran, has been destroyed by the Darksign plague and he thought this is a second chance where he would live again and redeem himself.

After what seemed like an eternity , Artorias regained his consciousness and found himself laying on his back. "Back to the world of the living, eh?" he talked to nobody in particular, smirking. His vision was blurry so he couldn't tell where he is, as his vision cleared he could tell he was in a city with lots of smoke plumes. Wait, smoke plumes? Artorias immediately tried to get on his feet, but he couldn't even move his upper body 'Well, unless if someone starts blasting me with magic, or screaming for help I guess I am stuck like this for a while' Just as he finished that thought, he heard a bloodcurdling scream"AAAAAAHHHH!". ''That will do'' He shot up, adrenaline pumped into his veins and immediately rushed to find the source of the scream.

Author's Note

And voila! The first chapter of my very first fanfiction is up!
I am sorry for the short chapter for this only the prologue.

If any of you find anything wrong, the lore, grammar,etc. Let me know in the comments so I can fix them.
Since this is my first fanfiction, both positive and negative criticisms are highly appreciated
(I am smiling to much, right? RIGHT?)

I took some dialogues (and change them a bit), from Artorias' cut dialogue which can be viewed here:

And for you who wanted to know more about the Dark Souls universe you can check this link:
http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Dark_Souls_Wiki

For his inventory, aside from his signature equipment and ass kicking ability I am going to equip him with several additional items. He is capable to cast various kinds of miracles both defense and offense . And due to his pact with the Abyss he is able to cast dark magic.

Maybe some readers are expecting Artorias to speak in an older form of English, but unfortunately I am not well versed in older form of English. For that I am sorry he is still going to speak formally though, especially in his encounter with-

Artorias: Shhhhh! do not spoil it any further!

You heard the man so I am gonna stop spoiling things now , anyway I hope you guys stay with me in this fict the next chapter will be up soon, and I will see you in the next one

-Lightning Spear