Hey, guys. This is my first fan fiction EVER. Put a lot of time into trying to make the feel like me if I was in dark souls. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and if you have any ideas for me please feel free to leave them in the comments or reviews.

In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons. But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. Then from the dark, they came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame. Nito, the First of the Dead, The Witch of Izalith and her Daughters of Chaos, Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights. And the Furtive Pygmy, so easily forgotten.

With the strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales. The Witches weaved great firestorms. Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease. And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.

Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon the flames will fade and only Dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.

Yes, indeed. The Darksign brands the Undead. And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world... This is your fate.

Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day an undead shall be chosen to leave the undead asylum, in pilgrimage, to the land of ancient lords, Lordran.

NORTHER UNDEAD ASYLUM

The cell was large, big enough for a giant. Tall with four walls spread apart would keep any prisoner from feeling to constricted.

"I really got to get a new mattress." The man said as he rose groggily and stretched. "Wait, where the hell am I."

Suddenly a he heard a loud thump as a body fell from seemingly out of nowhere making him jump in surprise.

"WAHAHUA""

He looks up to see a man peering down at him from a hole in the roof. The man said nothing as he rose to his feet and walked away from the hole. He started to get a strange sense of deja vu as he approached the meaty corpse and started searching it.

"No way, there is just no way"

He then found what he was looking for. A small rusty key. He used the key to open the cell door and surveyed the hallway.

It had two hollows that were banging on the wall; unaware that they had already been freed from there sells. There were other cells filled with hollow who were so far gone that they simply sat in their cells and stared at the floor.

"This is…the undead Asylum?" the pyromancer said as it all clicked in his head suddenly. "I'M IN DARK SOULS. GODDAMMIT, I clearly stated in all my birthday wishes that I wanted to be sent to Skyrim."

The joke had helped him calm down a bit. Knowing what needed to be done, he walked down the hall way and approached the hollow banging on the wall, Deciding to leave the broken sword hilt because it was dame near completely useless.

"There can be only one." he said as he sucker punches the hollow , killing it and mimicking the same action on the second hollow. He walked through the room with the pool in It and climed up the ladder and approached the first bonfire.

"Okay, I'm a smart guy, I can figure this out, no problem" He raised his hand to the bonfire and waited for a moment. Soon a small flame came to life in the bonfire.

"Dame, I'm good"

He sat next to the flame and stared into the small fire as his body was overcome with a state of bliss, the flame was warm and he felt so safe just staring into its embers. All of his problems seemed to melt away. But he knew he couldn't stay there forever, so he stood up and examined the cloths he was wearing to try and understand what class he was. He was covered head to toe in tattered rags, which he knew was the pyromancers set.

"Time for a little hobo justice"

The pyromancers said as he started walking toward the big iron doors and laughed as he pushed the doors open and walked into a room full of vases.

"Stealing every vase in lordran. Dame you Gwen, does you treachery know no bounds?"

Knowing the asylum demon would be jumping his down from the balcony, he decided to make a dash to the door that was on the far left of the room.

As he was running the ground suddenly jump, signaling the asylum demon had appeared.

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE" he screamed as he ran through the door and a metal grate closed behind him, leaving the asylum demon outside screaming at its escaped prey. The pyromancers was in yet another room with a pool and a bonfire in it. After lighting the fire he jogged through the only door in the room.

"Whoa" he said as he ducked back inside the room as an arrow narrowly missed his head. "That was a little too close for comfort"

After the pyromancers took a few seconds to recover from the shock of any being nearly skewered by an arrow, he made a mad dash out of the room and into a cell with a broken door. There was a dead body lying on the ground with a cracked round shield next to it, which he quickly picked up.

"Well, now I got a shield, but no weapon. Thanks a lot Obama."

He stared at his hand and tried to focused and after about several moments of staring at his hand and feeling a little dumb for staring at his hand, it erupted in a ball of flame.

"This is so awesome" He said as he gazed at his newly created fireball and then threw it into a wall to test it out.

After taking a deep breath he charged out of the cell, and using his shield, he blocked the single arrow that the hollow manage to fire at him. With no time to nock another arrow into the bow the hollow turned around and shambled into a passage that was located behind him.

There was another corpse lying on the ground this on had an axe in its hands, the pyromancer made a mental note to come back and grab the axe after he killed the fleeing hollow.

He made his way in the room right as the hollow stopped in front of the fog wall and turned to face him.

"FALCON… PAWNCH"

He said as he made his hand erupt into a blazing flame, and punched the hollow straight in the jaw, knocking it off of its feet and into the wall. But seeing that the blow did not kill him, the pyromancer threw a fireball at the hollow to finish it off.

Whitish blue wisp rush from the hollows dead body and into his lungs, making him fell much stronger.

"Aw, yeah" he said when the rush of energy filled his body "Red bull is for pussies."

Then, he jogged back in the corridor, and took the axe from the corpse of the dead hollow.

"I wonder how inventory is supposed to works now that this is real" he grabbed a small satchel the hung on his back and put the axe inside and after a bit of shape deformation the satchel returned to its original shape.

"Well, guess that answers that question"

He jogged across the half destroyed second floor until he reached the stairs. He took a few steps up, then promptly rolled to the right and straight onto another staircase as a ridiculous sized boulder rolled down the stairs and crashed through a wall.

"You win this time, Gravity." he said as he got up and Rubbed his shins. He then ran up the stairs and into the hole to find the man who had saved him.

The knight was lying on a bed of rubble, his steeled armor and oiled leather gleam in the dim light of the collapsed room. The pyromancer knew that this was the place the knight chose as his final resting place.

"…Oh, you…You're no hollow, eh? Thank goodness…I'm done for, I'm afraid…I'll die soon, then lose my sanity…I wish to ask something of you…You and I, we're both Undead… Hear me out, will you?"

"Of course, you saved me, hearing you out is the least I could do" The pyromancer said with sincerity

"Regrettably, I have failed in my mission…But perhaps you can keep the torch lit…There is an old saying in my family...Thou who art Undead, art chosen…In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords…When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know. Well, now you know… And I can die with hope in my heart…Oh, one more thing…Here, take this. An Estus Flask, an undead favorite. Now I must bid thee farewell…I would hate to harm you after death…So, go now…And thank you…"

The pyromancer takes the yellow flask from Oscar.

"No, thank you, and I am sorry that I cannot do more to help you"

He got up and started to walk off to leave Oscar to die in peace. But then he suddenly stops and looks at the yellow flask in his hand.

"Hey, WAIT A GODDAME MINUTE." He said before rushing to Oscar's side.

"You are not gonna die, and leave me to fight that fat bastard by myself."

He lifted Oscar helmet visor off his face in a quick fashion. Then put the flask to Oscar mouth and began pouring the yellow liquid down his throat.

Dying or not, Oscars survival instincts kicked in and he pushed the flask away from his mouth and rolled off of the pile of rubble he was laying on. Coughing up the burning yellow liquid.

"What are you doing" he said in between coughs.

"Saving your life. You're welcome by the way." The pyromancer said gleefully

"Who are you?" Oscar asked after taking a few deep breaths

Unprepared for the question the pyromancer had to decide quickly on a name.

"I am...Kaylen of, um...Demacia" He replied

Kaylen tried to look wise and impressive. But that was kind of hard to do since he was dressed in tattered rags.

"Destiny would have you die here, Oscar of Astora. I was interested to see if I could do something about that."

"How do you know my-"

"Name and hometown. The gods have given me the gift of foresight."

"How strange that the gods would send me a prophet in my darkest hour."

"Trust me, things are gonna get much darker from here on out. I'll explain in greater detail later, but right now we got an asylum demon to kill and to do that we need that key of yours." I said

Kaylen took the axe out of the satchel on his back before walking out of the small room and up the stairs. After a slight hesitation, Oscar decides to follow.

Up the stairs was another hollow. Its eyes seemed to glow red with rage seeing that its plan to crush Kaylen failed. It drew its sword and approached the two warriors.

Kaylen walked up to the hollow and nonchalantly defended against its sword strike and proceeded to cut the hollow down with his axe. Then stepped out of the way to allow Oscar to open the rusted metal gate.

"Okay, around that corner are three hollow. Two of them are just corpses with broken swords, but one in the back will try to shoot us with arrows." Kaylen said

"That won't be a problem as long as we keep out shields at the ready"

"Or I could just agro them"

"Agro?"

Suddenly Kaylen dash around the corner and came back almost immediately with two hollows close behind.

Immediately understanding what "agro" meant Oscar backstabbed one of the hollows while Kaylen easily dealt with the other. With the other two gone the archer was not much of a threat and was killed after Oscar block the first arrow it shot at him.

Now they both stood in front of a fog wall.

"Alright we're at the home stretch. Behind this fog wall is the asylum demon."

Kaylen couldn't see Oscars face, but he saw he how his body tensed up and how he squeezed his sword a little tighter.

"Don't worry" Kaylen said putting a hand on Oscar shoulders "We have the element of surprise. We just need to go through this fog wall and jump on its disgusting little head."

Oscar relaxes a bit after hearing that.

"Seems simple enough. But such a ferocious beast will not be killed so easily. It nearly crushed me during our last encounter."

"Please, compared to the second one, this guys a walk in the park."

Instantly Oscar's body tensed up even more than before.

"There's a second one?"

"Don't worry well be fine…..As long as the floor doesn't cave in"

Kaylen pushes through the fog, with Oscar right behind him. They were standing on the balcony the demon had jumped from and were now standing on the edge looking down on the large and grotesque monster.

"DEMACIA" Kaylen said in a loud voice.

The monster was looked up at the exact moment Kaylen's axe plunged into the its head and Oscars sword tore into one of its eyes. The monster screamed in pain and agony before falling to the floor and erupting into souls as Kaylen and Oscar found their footing on the floor tiles.

With a loud clank, a large key appeared on the floor the asylum demon was laying just before just moments before.

"Where could the monster have been keeping that?" said Oscar

"Let's not think about it too much" Kaylen said as he grabbed the key and opened the door

The two warriors walked up a steep hill before they were standing on a steep cliff.

"Hey, you're not afraid of heights are you?" Kaylen asked

"Somewhat, yes. Why do you ask?"

Kaylen grinned as if Oscar had said a funny joke.

"No reason."

Abruptly, two giant ravens descended upon them and Before they could react, the ravens used their giant talons to grab them by the arms.

With Oscar screaming loudly and Kaylen laughing just as loud, they were both carried aloft to lordran.

Well guys, that was part 1 of the epic journey. I'll be adding loads of more characters and humor later. let me know what you guys thought about it in the comments.