Second Chance at Life

I do not own “Dark Souls” or the “my little pony” franchise. I only own my character.

Ch. 1 Ends and Beginnings

Two figures stood before an archway covered in writhing grey mist. One was glowing, its entire body seemingly made of sunlight. The other was a human man. The man one looked to the glowing entity. They spoke no words, there was no need to. The glowing man merely nodded his head in understanding. They both knew that this was it. They would either succeed where everyone else had failed or become one with the ashes that covered this barren place.
The man stepped before the gate and placed a hand upon its shifting surface. The fog seemed to ensnare his hand and tugged at it, as if willing him to take the final step. The man glanced to his shining companion and with a final nod he pushed through to fog.

As soon as he passed through the gate he rolled to the left, narrowly avoiding the sword slam that would have flattened him. Rolling onto his knees, the man brought up his shield and looked at the creature that would kill him.
He looked the same as before. A hollow, giant of a man, at least four heads taller than himself. His long grey hair seemed to billow from the heat of his man sized flaming sword; ragged grey robe singed by fire and iron anklets, bracelets and spiked crown scorched black. The giant leapt at the man, raising his flaming sword above his head. He rolled aside again just before the blow landed and quickly lashed out with his sword, grazing his side. Before the giant could counter attack, he grunted and stumbled forward and lightning arched over his wilted body. The man glanced behind his enemy, he saw his companion grabbing his sword and joining him in the fray. Now, the battle truly begins.

They fought for what felt like hours, trading blow for blow. Sounds of their clashes bounced of the dome like walls of their battleground, magnifying their sounds and echoing into the black sky, making it sound like they were gods, fighting for the desolate earth they were on.

All were breathing heavily now, they are on their last legs. The winner will soon be declared. With a roar, the giant flew forward to the man, set on ending this battle with a final strike, only to be intercepted by his companions shield. Instead of striking out, the giant knocked aside the shield with his hand and grasped the glowing man by his throat. He raised him in the air and plunged his burning sword into his chest and then flung him aside, manically laughing all the while. He failed to realize, that the man had already recovered, and his actions had left him wide open. With a bellow, the man leapt to his feet and plunged his sword into the giants back and piercing though his chest.

For a moment, everything was deathly silent.

The giant man fell to his knees, looking at the blade sticking through his chest as if bewildered as to how it got there. He didn’t notice as the man leaned forward to his head and whispered a single word in his ear.

“Die.”

The giant roared in anguish as he burst into flame. The man covered his eyes until the light died down. The giants body was burned to a crisp, the man’s sword still stuck though his blackened body. Holding the hilt he kicked the body forward, freeing his sword as the body burst into ashes upon impacting the ground. With a sigh of relief the man looked around for his companion. He found him, kneeling on the ground, exhausted but uninjured. The man offered a hand and helped him up just as his form was beginning to flicker and fade. Just before he faded from view, the man gave his companion a nod of thanks and a shake of the hand. Even though he was wearing a helmet, he knew his companion, his friend, was smiling.
He had done it. Now he would repent for what he had done in the world. The Dark Lord would not arise in this land, not again. The man stretched forth a hand to the dormant bonfire, placed the other over his heart and ignited it. The flame blazed forth and enveloped him, yet he felt no pain. As the fire grew larger and engulfed his vision his final thoughts were of his wife and children…
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Twilight sat in one of the chairs on the main floor of the library, reading a book on advanced magic, the evening sun streaming through a nearby window. One of the perks of being a book worm and living in a library, you can read whatever, whenever. She was just getting into the chapter on spells of transference when Spike came running up to her.

“Twilight! Twilight!!”

“What is it Spike?” she said looking up from the book.

“There’s something strange going on in the Everfree forest! Look out the window.”

Her curiosity piqued, Twilight walked across the room to the window Spike was looking out. What she saw unnerved her. Dark clouds were swirling over the forest with lightning arching through them.

“What do you think that means Twilight?”

“I don’t know Spike, but I think I should let Princess Celestia know what’s happening. Hurry and grab a quill and scroll.”

Twilight went back to staring at the eerie phenomenon in the sky.

What could be causing this? It can’t be Nightmare Moon could it? She was defeated when we used the elements of harmony. She couldn’t still be alive… could she?

A rainbow blur caught her attention as it landed at the large wooden doors to the library.

“Twilight? Twilight open up!” a familiar voice said

“Doors unlocked Rainbow.”

She heard the door slam open and a gust of wind. She turned to see Rainbow Dash in front of her looking worried.

“Twilight, have you seen it?! Do you know what’s going on?”

Twilight shook her head. “I have no idea Rainbow. I was just going to write to Princess Celestia and inform her on what’s happen-”

Before she could finish her sentence, an enormous boom sounded from the distance; both ponies heads snapped to the forest. The center of the swirling clouds dipped slightly before a plume of fire descended into the depths of the forest. It remained for a moment, a glowing pillar of fire in the sky. It swayed back and forth as if alive, hypnotizing the residents of Ponyville. They stopped and stared at the dancing flame some in awe, others in fear. Then just as quickly as it appeared, it dissipated, the flames spiraling outward and dissolving into the air, releasing the ponies from it spell.

“Whoa… what was that from?”

“I… I don’t know Rainbow. It could be from a dragon showing off but I’m not sure. “Spike soon came back with the scroll and quill Twilight asked for. Her horn glowed as they were lifted from his grasp and poised to begin writing.

“I only hope Princess Celiestia knows what to do.”

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The human inhaled and opened his eyes as he returned to consciousness. The first thing he noticed was he was still alive. The second was that his entire body hurt.

Ugh, I feel like Smough tenderized me with his hammer. *groan* I never can seem to catch a break can I?

He slowly got to his feet and quickly stood up, a symphony of pops and cracks sounded as he corrected his posture, looking around as he did so. He seemed to be in some sort of throne room, two stone chairs sat upon a raised platform, covered in dust like the rest of the room. Everything seemed ancient, from the partially moss covered walls to the cracked and chipped pillars that held up the ceiling, which itself held various gaps and holes; a large one directly above him. Treetops could be seen through them, casting the room with waving shadows in the moonlight.

A castle of some sort? Though I do not remember seeing one like this anywhere before. Could this be another part of the Darkroot Gardens I was unaware of?

He turned around to see a bonfire a few feet away, and a path leading out. Shrugging his shoulders he walked past the bonfire and walked through the darkened halls. He eventually came to the castle entrance at the edge of a steep drop, a stagnant body of water below. With a huff of annoyance he slowly backed up and armor clanking all the while, took a running leap to the other side, barely making it. Dusting himself off he looked around again, seeing various critters scattering from his noisy entrance. No, this was definitely not the Darkroot Gardens, which begged the question,

Where in the hells am I?

Greetings everyone! This is my first post to FIMFiction and one I have been thinking of for awhile. Though I was beaten to submitting a story with Dark Souls by a certain someone *cough* techwolf *cough* I do hope it will prove to be a good read. Please let me know if I get any of the characters wrong as I really haven’t watched the series; I observed the pony’s attitudes and behaviors through other people’s writings. Also if anything doesn’t make sense or could be improved upon, please let me know. It has been quite awhile since I last wrote so I fear I might be a bit rusty. And of course, let me know what you think!

P.S. if you like this, you should go check out A Dark Past. Don’t say I’m a sore loser Techie