Dark, dark and tight were the first feelings came to him. After that smell of ash and rot, the sounds of steel hitting stone everytime he tried to move, lastly and perhaps most importantly the feeling of utterly crushing failure. These weren't signs that painted a very nice picture about what happened to him or what awaited him outside of this darkness. But he figured he didn't had much of a choice other than trying to left this darkness behind. So with great effort he focused his strenght the only empty space around him. Upside. And to his luck he managed to move whatever was on him ever so slightly and let some sunlight pour inside the darkness. Deciding it is better to hurry he put fingers through the gap light was pouring and moved the object over him and sit up as he could now.

"I am in a ... box?" was what he said out loud before realising he was in a cemetery and that he just rose back up from his supposed death. He knew he supposed to feel scared or at least worried but he felt that this was normal. He put his hand on his hip grasping a sword and shield hanged on back seemingly weapons from a same set. They were not cheap or unuseable per see but kind of old and probably mass produced along many other weapons, probably not put a lot of care into crafting aside from the hope that it would cut a few enemy down before needing a repair. It was most likely a sword given to knights who just entered an army or a guard that was appointed to protect a small town. He wondered how he had skills to grasp this much information by the quality of a weapon.

He checked his armour expecting something in similar quality to his weapons and he quickly realised that no, his armour was miles away from the quality of his weapons. For reasons he could not understand he had the a well fitting armour. Crafted exactly for his build. He guessed someone could try and wear it if they had similar builds but wouldn't feel as comfortable as he did currently. With blue surcoat carrying a mostly erased symbol he decided his armour was representing some sorta royal family maybe, if he accounted the quality of this armour he had to accept this was the armour of a some sort of elite knight. But why he had it? His weapons were pretty average but his armour was high quality? Something was fishy. He needed to figure out what was wrong but even before that he also needed to leave this cemetery. So the knight started to walk around in hopes of finding a way out.

He decided that he actually should have stayed in the place he first woke up as 3 different corpse attacked on him,undeads, the name came naturally as he dodged the first one by a roll, deflected the dagger , or was it just a broken longsword, of the other and stabbed the last one under its chin all the way until the handle of his sword , which he later violently ripped out with the face of undead. The one he dodged first was still coming towards him without even glancing to its supposed comrade. Not letting it get close the knight's sword stabbed forward in into its cranium and quickly got pulled back, letting the undead lost control of its body and collapse into ground. Finally the one who got parried shaken it's confusion only to get decapitated by a fast slash of a sword.

The Knight, he decided to refer him that way for now, produced a napkin from a small pack on his belt and cleaned the remains of battle from his blade. He usually wouldn't bother with it but looking at the quality of his sword and the sudden appearence of the undead he wanted to keep the sword from losing its edge as much as he could. Following on the path he found he left the cemetery and a bonfire with a sword stabbed in it. He wanted to take the sword with him for a second, to have a back up weapon but quickly decided not as the bonfire felt more important to him than any weapon will ever feel. Approaching it he felt an urge to rest and a sense of irony as if he was only resting on this one because he didn't rest on a one before, before he ended up in a stone coffin at least. So he rested. After what felt like a long time and a blink of an eye he got up and kept going forward since it was the only thing he could do now.

He encountered a few more undead on his way and found fire bombs on a corpse, which he put some of it on his pack and some hanged directly on his belt for a quick way to reach them. The undead were, for the lack of a better term, was stupid. They were easy to fool, sneak away or fight. Of course their erratic way of movement and fight style of not caring what happened to them was hard to get use to but in the way of tactics and skill they had none. They just wildly swung their swords or daggers or whatever the hell they carried, trying to get a hit. They had some muscle memory he accepted that but like the muscle itself their muscle memory were also rotten and a shell of its formerself. They didn't caused much discomfort to him aside from the ones managed to hit him on his chest with an arrow but thanks to Gods they were stopped by the armor, only causing a small discomfort and maybe a bruise if he were to remove the armour and check but that was for later. His short travel led him to a big gate, probably a gate for an arena it seemed, which he opened and stepped forward.

There was a knight in the center of the arena, a very big knight, with a sword stuck on its torso. Quickly realising that the sword was similar in design to a bonfire, which meant there might be a bonfire nearby, he tried and did remove the sword from its body and hanged the sword on his back. While he did strap the sword on his back and secured it to not cause problems for his movement he didn't realise the big knight stirred from its slumber and swung its arm towards his face until very last second. As he crashed to ground he had realised he was really good at securing weapons as it didn't fly off or got in a weird angle that caused his movement skills to suffer. Which was very good news because he quickly had to get up and jump back to dodge the spear or he halberd , he always mixed those two for some reason, by the nick of time.

The Bigger Knight swung its weapon to the Smaller Knight. It did a good job but Bigger Knight was very good at his job of protecting the arena. He didn't remember why he had to protect it but he was good at it and it gave him a purpouse so he did it. He had to admit though, none of the previous enemies lasted this strong against Bigger Knigh- no Iudex Gundry, that was his name, this long. The Knight in front of him dodged fast and was agile compared to Gundry's hulking form but the Knight was also scared of him, as if it had lost to a bigger enemy before and he had reminded of it by the Gundry.

Gundry didn't get to finish his train of thought before a firebomb collided to his face and caused him scream in pain as its face under the helm burn and fallen into his knees. Seizing the opportunity The Knight quickly stabbed started cutting and slashing every opening he could find in his opponent's armour before it collected itself and finally stab through its throat to seal the deal as it was sitting on ground. Satisfied with his success he was glad he didn't had to go through the same ordeal he had before when he was fighting against $#%#%#%.

The Knight didn't realise he failed to remember a part of his past since he quickly got distracted as the big knight which he was sure he had beated started to move again and grew a giant black snake like creature from its own body. He dodged the initial attack despite his shock but he failed to roll again to another direction as Snake opened its maw and bite through the flesh and metal alike, killing The Knight instantly.

Authors Note:I actually dont know if I will continue this one since I have yet to finish the Dark Souls games but if I do end up finishing the games one day I can try. I will make a few more chapters if I can though so story isn't dead yet. Reviews are welcome.