Well, here it is a new story that I have been working on while I was been working with "The Grey Warden of the Void"! The reason I did this is because I like this game and series very much, so I needed to do this. For now I want to see if guys like it so that I can make this as my main story like "The Grey Warden of the Void", but of course my main focus will be on my DA FoZ crossover.

Thanks to Flames of Nocturne who volunteered to work with me again.

I hope that you enjoy!

Oh! Btw in the chapter there will be moment that is exist memory dialogue.

"Dialogue" is memory and "Dialogue" is speech.

Chapter 1: The rise of the Old Hero

The sound of roaring flames and lighting exploding on the ground and the sound of steel clashing one to the other was the only that could be heard from inside the fortress that was built to protect what remains of the First Flame.

These were signs of a fight that was occurring in there, a fight that will change the tide offer the land for a bright new beginning or for a dark aimlessly end. The combatants were none other than the Chosen Undead wearing armor made of black iron and the sunlight knight Solaire against the Lord of Cinder, Gwyn.

The two undead knights were fighting to restore the First Flame and finally to break the Undead Curse once for all. But their objective proved to be difficult to achieve, even though Gwyn went Hollow centuries ago, he still kept his old skills with him.

"Solaire watch out!" called out the Chosen Undead.

"ARGH!"

The Chosen Undead sees the sunlight knight being lifted from the ground by Gwyn from his neck and he had his greatsword ready to impale the knight, but he was stopped, for the Chosen Undead had suddenly tackled him by using its great shield.

"GRAA!" with all its might, the Chosen Undead started to push the former Lord of Cinder away from the sunlight knight.

The massive body of Gwyn collides into pillars of charred stone, leaving behind only the remains of pieces of the pillars. Soon when the Lord of Cinder manage to grip his feet on the hard rocked floor, he grabbed the top of Chosen Undead's great shield and pull it out from the Undead's grasp, leaving the Chosen Undead armed with only an trusty great sword.

The former Lord raised his great sword and prepare himself to unleashed his wrath upon the Chosen Undead, but when was nearly touching the undead's head, Solarie appeared right behind his companion.

With both his hands holding his shield he bashed Gwyn's sword with all his strength that he could gather, as soon as the sword came into contact the shield it bounced away, forcing the former lord to lose his balance.

Without taking any more chances, the Chosen Undead did a vertical swing from Gwyn's right shoulder downwards, forcing him lose the grip of his sword, the Chosen then followed through with a spinning strike, carving a deep gash in Gwyn's abdomen. Soon when the second blow hit Gwyn, the former Lord fell to his knees, the little dark and rotten blood that was still inside of him started coming out of both of his wounds and his mouth.

The Chosen Undead stays there observing the former Lord that had ruled Lordran since of its beginning, kneeling and coughing blood upon armored boots.

"Finish me…" a voice ringed inside of the Chosen Undead head, it was Gwyn's voice "Finish me, please… Save this land, break the curse that rules over this land…"

Slowly the Chosen Undead approaches the kneeling Lord and with a single motion, impaled Gwyn. The former Lord gasped soon when the tip of the blade entered his chest and slowly a smile formed on his mouth as his eyes closed.

"Thank you…" those were his last words.

Solaire just stays there looking at the Chosen Undead as the mercy blow was given to the Father of Sun. The shell of the former Lord starts to vanish into particles of ashes and falls to the ground, leaving behind the bonfire of the First Flame defenseless for the first time for centuries.

"It's over…" replied the sunlight knight wearily "It's finally over… we did it Mirune!"

The Chosen Undead simply nods at his words, before wearily reaching up to remove the black iron helmet, revealing who the Chosen Undead really was. It was a woman with a raven short hair and her eyes as blue as sapphires. This is a knight that once was on the proud knights of Berenike, but it all changed when an illness brought down this giant female knight and it was at that moment when she became an Undead.

Without saying anything else, the Chosen Undead walks towards the bonfire of the First Flame "So…" the voice of Solaire stopped her "…This is it then, our journey has finally ended." He said as he looks towards the First Flame before he turns his eyes towards Mirune "Are you sure about this? You could leave the rest to me, is the least thing that I could for you for saving me in Izalith. Please, allow me to do this at least!"

"No." said the Chosen Undead in monotone "This is something that I have to do." she turns to Solaire "We both know that only the one that possess a great soul is capable to link the Fire."

The sunlight knight just stays in silence and sighs in sadness as the Chosen Undead resume walking towards the First Flame "But… that isn't the only reason why I am doing this. I promised in the past that I would break the curse, so that we could finally die once for all as humans."

"Please keep the torch lit, please fulfill this prophecy… and end this curse." the voice of Oscar echoes inside of Mirune's head.

"Please end this curse; I am tired to see the people suffering because of it… Please help us… I want to see my father again." echoes the frail voice of Rhea.

"Please, save us all… Please…" the voice of Anastasia begs.

Solaire releases a sigh "It seems I can't change your mind." then he chuckles "You really are stubborn, do you know that?" he approach her and lift his hand to her "It was an honor fighting alongside you, sister."

Yes, this undead, no, this person that was standing right in front of him was someone worthy to fight alongside, some worthy to be acknowledged as a brother in arms. The Chosen Undead looks at his hand for a moment and instead of shaking it, she simply approaches him and hugged him. At one point Solaire felt a bit uncomfortable, not to be embraced, but due to the large difference of height between them, after all, the Chosen Undead is way taller than him.

"Take care of Anastasia."

"I am promise on my honor that I will do anything to protect her." the sunlight knight vowed.

Then, the Chosen Undead releases him from her arms and continues walking towards to the bonfire of the First Flame and Solaire walks away from the kindle, marking the separation of these two knights.

Before walking away, Solaire gave a last look at the fortress where his sister in arms was standing "I will make sure that your sacrifice will not be forgotten… farewell my sister." with that the sunlight knight climbed the stairs.

Seeing that Solaire was at a safe distance outside of the kindle, the Chosen Undead knelt down before a miniscule flame that struggled to keep lit. Gently, Mirune puts her hands over and let the Fire consume her soul and body, but in just brief moment she saw them, all the people that she had met during her travels in Lordran and which some she had become friend with.

On her right were those who lost all the hope and the will to keep going and fell to the ultimate end; the jolly, polite and father knight, Siegmeyer of Catarina, the forever loyal student, Griggs of Vinheim, the kind pyromancer, Laurentius of the Great Swamp, the mysterious knight, Oscar of Astora and the faithful maiden, Rhea of Thorolund.

And on her left were those who will stay behind, the ones she had met and the ones that she was able to save; the mysterious and yet kind merchant, Domhnall of Zena, the friendly blacksmith, Andre of Astora, the workaholic skeleton blacksmith, Vamos, the quiet Giant Blacksmith, the locked magesmith, Rickert of Vinheim, the strange man and devoted follower of Velka, Oswald of Carim, the old guardian of the seal of New Londo, Ingward, the daughter of a knight that was searching for her father to give him the news of his deceased wife, Sieglinde of Catarina, her teacher of pyromancy, Quelaana of Izalith, the one of last daughters of Izalith and a fire keeper, Quelaan, the maiden fire keeper of the Firelink Shrine, Anastacia of Astora and her brother in arms and a fellow sunlight warrior, Solaire of Astora.

The Chosen Undead saw them all beside of her and she knew that she did her best, and she knew that she didn't fail them, that she was able to make that everything that they went through wasn't for nothing. Even though this will maybe be temporary, but at least it will be something. Then everything faded with the flames… and so did she.

*ages later*

The Dungeon, a bottomless underground labyrinth divided into many floors and it's the birthplace of strong and terrifying monster that roam inside her. Nobody knows its true origin, not even the Gods know when it was created, but it is believed to be even older than the Gods themselves.

In reality, it is the result of a single action made by a being that once that was once a mortal, the Chosen Undead. For this was the result when the Chosen Undead kindled the First Flame to break the Curse that hold every Undead chained to a single fate, becoming Hollow. This sacrifice allowed every Undead becoming mortal once again and giving them the possibility to die as Humans, but also allowed the creation of the Dungeon and the birth of the monsters that exist inside of it. When the Chosen Undead kindle the First Flame many eons ago, every single soul of every creature that had been absorbed by the Undead, were scattered all around the labyrinth allowing the souls creating bodies of their own. All of them took the shape that they wished to take, but they all had one thing in common, the crystallized magic stone that is inside each of them.

These stones are the source of their life force, and when they die they drop this stone and their souls goes back to the Kiln that is the bottom of the labyrinth, and it is there where they remain until they can create their bodies once again. And when their bodies are ready, they respawn once more in the many floors of the Dungeon.

Now, this Dungeon becomes a place where many Adventurers who venture inside for treasures, or for adventure or even trying to go to the bottom of the labyrinth, for they believe it is there where the biggest treasure resides. Until now they didn't reach it and perhaps they never will, but if one day they made it, they will only find ruins and ashes of an Old Kingdom long forgotten and the "grave" where the Chosen Undead resides.

*Chosen Undead P.O.V*

How long I have been in here? Years? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? I don't know. Because I've lost track of time since when I had kindled the First Flame to free everyone from the Curse of the Undead. Since then, my body had been in constant pain as my body is burning with the First Flame, that it is using my soul as fuel to keep the flame lit. Every day is the same thing. My body dies by the flame and then it is reborn only for to die again and being reborn again. This is my routine.

Is this the same feeling that Gwyn felt when he used his own soul to fuel the First Flame and dying many times? Is it my fate to become like him? A burned empty shell, waiting until a new Chosen Undead comes to take my place? I don't want to end up like him! When can I be free from this terrible burden!?

Then something out of pure chance or by destiny happened. My body suddenly started to form itself again, but this time is different, I can't feel my bonding with the First Flame anymore. From the ashes, I can feel all my body being rebuilt and from the pieces of coal, my old equipment is being re-made like it used to be. I can feel the weight of equipment being piled up on my body, it was an unpleasant feeling after being used to wearing nothing, but I was happy to have it back.

"Where I am?" my voice sounded ragged and dry, when was the last time that I drank something? It hurt just by saying those words.

I look my surroundings and it seems that I am still on the Kiln of the First Flame, but there is something weird about it. The sky is covered by a ceiling of rock that was not there before; I remember seeing the dark sky before I had kindled the First Flame.

"It had changed a lot."

I look down and I see the bonfire of the First Flame burning by itself, does this means that doesn't need me anymore? I am free? Beside of the bonfire there are both my Tower Shield, Chaos Zweihander, Ivory Talisman and on my belt where I put my estus flasks, throwing knives, bombs and green blossoms laying on the ground. Also there was my bottomless box, the place where is all my stuff lay undamaged. I look at my body and I see that I am still wearing the Black Iron Set, the armor that I used on my final battle against Gwyn. I was still wearing my Cloranthy Ring and the Havel's Ring which had helped me a lot during my time at Lordran. I grabbed all my stuff and left the place, but before walking away, I gave a last look to the bonfire. Is it really safe, that I abandon it like this? I'm no longer connected to it, perhaps the duty of the First Flame is already over and the mankind is already strong enough to live on its own. So without any more delay. I move forward.

*some time later*

When I left the Kiln of the First Flames behind, in the room where the Soul Vessel is, I found stairs leading up but they weren't there before. Those took me to some kind giant labyrinth that is divided by floors. Since when there was a labyrinth beneath the Firelink Shrine? Well, I was always brought down by Framp maybe we just pass them.

As I walk in these halls of this labyrinth, I discovered monsters inside of this place, they were a bit similar to the ones in Lordran but there were still numerous differences. I was able to sneak by even wearing this armor, but sometimes I was forced to fight. Although being able to kill them, I am not stupid enough to face them in large groups, so it's best to avoid the attention of the groups and kill those that are alone. The floors that were closer to Kiln were much darker, meaning I was forced to use my pyromancy to create a flame on the palm of my hand to be able to see where I was going. But the bad part was that the flame called the monster's attention because of its light.

As I go up the floors change their appearance and also become much brighter compared to the last ones, which is good and bad. Is it good because I am able to see much better and I don't need the flame anymore, but the bad part is that is harder to sneak when I encounter a group of monsters.

"Rargh!"

Which is now what I am facing right now. A large group of what it seems to be heavily armored Hollow soldiers. Comparing those in Lordran they are using a wide variety of weapons between of one handed and two handed type of weapons, not only that, they are also well organized.

"ARGH!" I shouted, even though it hurts a lot, as I swing my mighty Chaos Zweihander at two Hollow soldiers. The upper part of their bodies flew high still burning by the crimson flames of the chaos flames that have been ascended by Vamos on this sword.

From behind another Hollow tried smack me with a spiky mace but I was able to block it with my great shield. In a single motion the Hollow was cut in half by my vertical slash of my sword, and then I put my shield to my back, allowing me swinging Chaos Zweihander easier.

One by one, the Hollows fell down by my powerful sword. As I kill them something strange always happen, I am able to capture their souls but I can feel some kind of leak between me and the souls. Is as if I am not able to absorb all the souls that were inside of the Hollows. Is it possible that the labyrinth I am in is responsible for that? Is that even possible? There was also another oddity, when I kill them, their bodies turn into ashes and then they vanish like they never existed before, leaving behind items and some dark purple stones of various sizes which I didn't bother to pick up.

"ARGH!" I shouted as I finish the last Hollow by smashing Zweihander to the ground "That was the last one."

Aftert finishing the hollow I felt bit weary after fighting against twenty of them, the only that I could conclude was that after staying still in the Kiln for so long I grew a bit stiffened. If wasn't for the Cloranthy ring, I was probably standing on the ground completely fatigued.

Well, there is no use to think more about it, so I continue forward.

*Scene change*

Hours had passed since my last encounter with those Hollows, I don't know how many floors that I went up but I know that they changed again. The floor was rocky and full with moss, I could feel the humidity in the atmosphere on this floor. This floor kind of reminds me of the Darkroot Garden or the Darkroot Basin because of its high density of humidity in the air. Those were the only places where I could relax and forget all about the Curse, and also those were the times where I could pretend that I could sleep, like when I was a human. I sat on the mossy floor, leaned myself to the wall and closed my eyes for a moment. Even though not being able to sleep. I always enjoy myself like this, although I always keep my sword and my shield with me just in case if someone or something tries to disturb me.

This place is so peaceful and quiet, I bet that I could simply stay here and rest. After all, I deserve it after everything I went through.

*Thump*

But…

*Thump*

Like ways…

*Thump*

The good things never last long.

*Thump*

I grabbed my sword and shield tightly and prepare myself to face whatever it was. Just by the sound of the steps it is something big and heavy. And I was right. It was a giant humanoid creature similar to the giant sentinel, but without their heavy armor, halberd and shield. This giant had only a single eye in the middle of its face, its skin is covered by layers of rock and moss and it was wielding a great club with a single hand.

"ROARGH!" the giant roared as he swing his club towards me.

Pulling up my shield at the last moment I felt what air was in my lungs rush out in a rattling whoosh as the concussive force of the giant's club threw me back a meter before my heavy gear cut my impromptu flight short as I collided with the ground. It wasn't long before I was back to my feet, as Undead I didn't need air except to talk and the shield had prevented any of my bones from being broken and without any blood in my body I did not bruise. Settling my eyes into a glare I hefted my blade beside me, sending out an obvious challenge to my opponent who had a dumbfounded expression on his face, as though wondering why I wasn't a smear on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, I swing my Chaos Zweihander on it his legs. I took notice that it was nearly ineffective because its legs were covered by a thick layer of hard rock, I need to find a way to beat him. I jump back to avoid to be grabbed by the giant before taking the opportunity to lash out at his hand, but it was also armored. I need to think!

The giant tries to smash me with his great club, but I always manage to roll to the other side of his eyesight. This gave me the opportunity to analyze this giant. Both his legs and arms are covered by the layer of rock, only a big part of his upper body and his heads weren't covered. Wait...his head, of course! I jump back again to keep a safe distance between me and the giant, I sheathed my Chaos Zweihander to my back and grabbed my Ivory Talisman from my belt. Making sure that I was a safe distance away, I started to channel the power that only can obtain from inheriting the sunlight of Lord Gwyn. A Miracle passed down by those who bound themselves to the Warriors of Sunlight! The Great Lightning Spear!

Soon after my bright yellow great lighting spear was completely materialized in my hand, I threw it straigh to his only eye!

"GRAAAA!" the giant roared in agony.

The giant staggered before falling to his knees in agony, giving me a chance to attack his head. Quickly, I pulled back Chaos Zweihander and decapitate him with all my might! His head flew away and the blood comes out of his body like a fountain. My armor was being bathed by the warm viscous fluid, it was really disgusting, but sometime you have to dirty yourself to kill a monster!

Like the monsters that I had faced until now, his body turned into ashes and it was being carried away by the wind. Then I could see something, between of the ashes, there was a pile of ashes that was covering something. I cleaned the ashes that were on the object and I saw what it was. It was like those purple stones from before, but this one was really big. This stone had a size of crystal bug back in Lordran. A big purple stone with red vines towards to its core.

"Beautiful…" that was the only that I could describe this stone.

I took off the bottomless box from my belt carefully placed the beautiful purple stone inside. When I put my bottomless box back to my belt, I continue moving forward, this place doesn't give me the peaceful feeling anymore.

"Huh?"

As I was continuing moving forwards, I found a stairwell leading up. To tell the truth this was the first time that I found this kind of stairs since I entered into this enormous place. I spent a few seconds deciding if I should or shouldn't use them. But there was something in the back of my head telling me to forward, so I decided to use them. If I only knew soon when I stepped on those stairs, the passage was blocked behind me.

*Hours later- Normal P.O.V*

"How big is this place?" Mirune huffed.

Hours have already passed since the Chosen Undead's fight against the one eyed giant. She had climbed thousands and thousands of steps of that stairwell which took her another floor, and until now she wasn't able to find the exit of the labyrinth. Since then, the Chosen Undead has been defeating monsters very similar to the Taurus Demons, which resides in the Demon Ruins, monsters with pig like face, rabbit like creatures with a horn on their heads and giant insect creatures as she climbs up a floor. But there was something that she noticed. Every time when climbs up one floor, the monsters that resides on that floor, are weaker comparing to the ones below.

Now, she was in a floor where the monsters are wolfish humanoid creatures, green humanoids with pointy ears and a creature that was a combination between the body of a Basilisk and the long tongue of a Frog-Ray and it had one singular eye on the middle of its head. These were truly weird creatures, but the Chosen Undead wasn't surprised, after all, she was already used to fighting against weird creatures. Especially, when it is an undead dragon's rear.

For some reason, these creatures stayed distant from the Chosen Undead. Were they scared of her? Well, she indeed could finish them with a single swing of her Chaos Zweihander. Fear, an emotion like many others had become dulled to her since when she had become an Undead. Of course, there was still some Undead that still could feel emotions, like Solaire, Andre, Sieglinde, Siegmeyer, Rheah, Laurentius, Griggs and even Oswald had more emotional expressions that her. There were times, when Solaire tried to make the Chosen Undead laugh like he does. But every attempts has always resulted failures.

"Huh?" suddenly the Chosen Undead stopped.

A person had just rushed past her. A white haired boy actually! Was it an actual living person and not a mere Undead? It couldn't be, the Chosen Undead had rekindled the First Flame to break the Undead Curse so it had to be an actual living human. But his speed, it was far beyond the human's possibilities. After all, they weren't like the Undead, who are able overcome the capabilities of humans and the gods themselves.

So without thinking, the Chosen Undead runs after the white haired person quickly as possible, hoping to get answers from him. The boy was really fast and was able to kill the monsters that he met on his way with a swing of his small weapon. Not only that, he is also very agile, being able to dodge the monster's attacks easily, but he was doing it in the reckless way. It was as if he had lost control of his own body completely.

The Chosen Undead was able to follow the white haired boy to a dead end, but that wasn't important. What was more important was that the boy was surrounded by a vast ocean of shadow creatures. The Chosen Undead knew if this continued he would die.

"RAAGH!" the Chosen Undead shouted as she charges to the creatures while she puts her shield on her back, allowing her to unsheathe the Chaos Zweihander with both of her hands.

The bodies of the shadow creatures turn into black smoke as the blade of Zweihander pass through them, although in great number, the Chosen Undead is able to kill them easily and manage to go near of the white haired boy. This way allowed her to give a closer on the boy. He was a young teenager, he shouldn't be older than fourteen years, with white hair and crimson eyes. He was wearing a light brown jacket with a dark grey shirt underneath it, dark pants and brown boots, and in his hand was the only thing that had kept him alive all this time, a dagger.

The boy's body was in bad shape, deep cuts and bruises cover his body, and because of his wounds the boy can barely stand on his feet. The Chosen Undead sheaths her Zweihander back to its scabbard and takes out her shield. The boy looked at the Chosen Undead with a confused look, he was put between the shield and the Chosen Undead, two massive bodies were covering him.

"Stay close to me." Chosen Undead ordered as she looks down at the small white haired boy.

Receiving a nod as a response, she turns back her attention to the massive wave of shadow creatures and takes out from her belt the talisman. Then she started to channel the primal form of pure energy to her talisman, Wrath of the Gods, the force that left an epic tale throughout the time! The massive white wave of power pushed the shadow creatures away from them and desegregates them into black dust, only leaving behind small stones, but they didn't give up. The Chosen Undead continues to hammer them with the Wrath of the Gods, in an act to protect the small wounded boy that was covered between her and her shield.

After seven consecutive Wrath of the Gods, they were finally defeated, now her full attention was on the boy that she had saved. The boy tries to move but his legs fell down due to his wounds, fortunately the Chosen Undead was able to grab him in time. Slowly, she sets him down gently to prevent his wounds from becoming worse.

"W-Who are you?" he asked weakly while trying to get up, but she stopped him with a firm hand upon his chest.

"Stay still." The Undead ordered him in a low even voice while pushing him gently to the ground.

Doing what she had told him, the Chosen Undead put her talisman over his chest and starts to concentrate the Faith spell through it. The boy's body starts to emit a golden light, he could feel a warm and gentle embrace flowing inside of him. It was like a motherly love towards her child, always protecting it no matter what. He could feel the pain flying away and his wounds were being healed as the golden light continues glowing over his body.

Slowly, the golden light started to disappear, leaving behind a healed body. The boy started slowly to stand up back to his two feet; though he used the help of the Chosen Undead to maintain his balance. Although his body is healed, he was still tired of all that fighting and running. The boy turns his crimson eyes towards the person how had saved him from the [War Shadows], the monsters that he was surrounded by before the mysterious knight in black armor had appeared to save him.

"Thank you for saving me. I was really in deep problems if you haven't showed up." The boy said gratefully to the Undead.

Mirune just nodded in response, there is a moment of silence before the Chosen Undead started to speak "What are you?"

"Huh? Excuse me?" said the boy confusedly.

"What are you?" she repeated the same question.

" I'm Bell. Bell Cranel, and I am a Human." answered the boy called Bell quickly.

"Are you alive or not?" she asked another question.

"I am, thanks to you! That is a rather weird question, you know that?" He said back a bit suspicious due the strange question that he had to answer.

"Where did you come from?" this time the boy points up.

"I came from the surface, upstairs there is a city called Orario. I came from there." he said to the Chosen Undead, who was still is looking up "Huh. Excuse me to ask, but, where did you come from?" the Chosen Undead points down, giving him the answer that she came from the floors below "You must be an Adventurer like me, then. Which Familia do you belong to?" at this the Chosen Undead tilted her head.

"I don't know what you mean." The Undead stated in her low flat voice.

"Wait! Are you trying to say that you aren't an Adventurer?" he received a nod as an answer "Then what are you doing here?"

"I came from below, I am trying to find an exit." She clarified.

"And why did you come from the lower floors?"

"I… don't remember." she lied, for she doesn't know if it's safe to tell him about the First Flame.

"I see. If you want, I can take you to the surface! We are actually at the sixth floor!" at this the Chosen Undead nodded eagerly "Good! Let's go then!" he said cheerfully, suddenly he lost balance of his legs, but he was grabbed by her "It seems that I am still a bit tired."

"I will carry you." she said as she carries him between her arms.

"T-T-T-Thank you!" Bell could feel his turning red in embarrassment "By the way, what is your name?" he asks still a bit embarrassed.

"My name is…" the Chosen Undead stops to remember her name, a name that she wasn't heard for ages "My name is Mirune Cathiddei." with that the Chosen Undead starts walking the halls of the dungeon with the help of Bell's directions to the surface.

Chapter 1 End

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