A.N: So this is the first story I will publish here. I will apologize for any mistakes I make while writing this crossover. Reviews and criticism are encouraged, as I will try my best to improve. However, I will ignore insults and comments made out of spite against my work. Nobody deserves those. Also, posting this on M rating for insults and/or future gore and blood. That being said, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: neither RWBY nor Dark Souls belong to me. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Dark Souls belongs to From Software and Bandai Namco.

The Knight of the Faded Fire

Prologue

Darkness. That was all that he could see. He couldn't move, he couldn't feel and his senses were completely numb. 'Death, at last…' he thought. Nothing but the silence of the dark and empty space that stands before him. Completely still, he left his mind to wander, allowing himself to give in to the eternal rest that awaited him with open arms. He remembered one last time his life and his adventures within it, both the cherished moments and the ones filled with grief. All while he waited for his final rest to come…

And waited…

And waited…

…

'Huh…' he thought 'I expected death to be something a little bit more… interesting'. The endless extent of nothing but darkness in front of him was forbidding the first few minutes, then it just became unamusing. Out of boredom, he tried to move his body or open his eyes. After a few seconds his strength started to flow back into him, slowly recovering the feeling in his fingers, then his arms and legs, and finally the rest of his body. Opening his eyes, he discerned the familiar sensation of his armor and the vision of inside his helm that he had grown accustomed to.

Focusing his vision forward, his eyes wondered around the place his body was in and recognized it immediately. It was the Kiln. The Kiln of the First Flame. He was inside the circular structure that surrounded and protected the bonfire in which the First Flame burned. Or used to, as instead of the fire that the First Flame produced there was nothing more than ashes and a broken coiled sword. He then looked at himself and found his body covered in ash completely. 'That explains the extra weight I felt' he thought to himself.

Willing his body to move, he straightened himself and the ashes fell from his body. He was slumped close to the circular wall before he sat and gave another look around. The place was covered not only in ashes and dust, but also with the armors and weapons of the other Black Knights. That raised a lot of questions in his mind: what were they doing here? How had they arrived? If so much time had passed that his comrades were nothing more than dust, why was he alive? He pulled himself up to his feet with great effort, his muscles completely stiff for what he thought must have been years of laying still in a very uncomfortable way.

When he was up to his feet again, strength returning to all his body, he looked down and found his favored weapon, a Black Knight Greatsword, alongside his shield. The action of picking his weapons up brought back all kinds of memories, both to his mind and his muscles. Swinging his weapon in a couple slashes made him regain his remaining will and strength. Putting his sword on his shoulder and grabbing his shield with the left hand, he wondered around the room that he was in. He passed close to the armors of his fellow knights and uttered a silent prayer for them, confused and saddened about the situation. He watched the weapons that they carried: Black Knight swords and glaives, a couple of their greataxes and a Dragonslayer Greatbow (there were no Silver Knights around, so he wondered how that last one got there).

He would have liked to take them back to Anor Londo and offer them to be buried in a tomb for remembering his fallen brothers, but he couldn't carry them all if he had to make the travel back to the city of the Gods alone. I fact, he wondered if there was a city to return to after all this time. Moving to the center of the arena, where the remains of the coiled sword laid, he was surprised to find a set of armor that he recognized as the remains of the Elite Knight armor set. Just by looking at it, memories started flowing to his head, alongside a terrible pain. He remembered this knight: he was the one that enter the Kiln years after Lord Gwyn sacrificed himself to the flame. His memories as a hollow in the Kiln were blurry at best, but he recognized the armor of the one that killed him, freeing him from the curse that his lord had created.

As all the other knights in Anor Londo, his loyalty to the Gwyn and his family was undeniable, but he was one of the few around him that saw the fear that had taken control over their God. It grew over time, through the actions taken by himself and others, and that finally led to his sacrifice to maintain the Age of the Gods. It was a mistake, and the knight knew it, but followed his lord to the end as his loyalty demanded, even if his disliking of his master had grew over the last years he served him. But now Gwyn was dead, his sword and crown close by confirmed it, and he was free to do as he pleased.

A small tinge of fear crossed his head, as he mused if he could fit in whatever new age he had awoken in, but in the end he didn't care. He was a knight no matter the circumstances and he will help those that deserved to be helped. Moving back to the body of the one that he supposed smothered the flame, he found a small pouch in his belt, the only thing made out of leather that survived in his body. His curiosity made him sheathe his sword on his back and pick the object. Opening it, he found nothing but darkness. Confused, he reached inside and found that the pouch must contain some kind of magic, as it could sallow almost all his arm being a little bigger than the size of his hand. He felt something resembling a handle and pulled out of the pouch. In his fist a Longsword that shouldn't be possible to fit inside.

The next hour was spent in pulling in and out different weapons, armors and objects. "I wouldn't be surprised if there was almost every weapon and armor around Lordran in this thing." He thought out loud. His voice came out coarse and rough, but seeing as how he hadn't used it in so much time, he wasn't too surprised. After seeing that he had inspected almost every item on the bag, he used it to pack the rest of his brethren's weapons and tried to find and exit. The main one had collapsed and it would be impossible to open it without everything crumbling down on him. His patience was starting to run thin, and this turn of events wasn't helping.

Before he could search for another exit, he heard a small whisper, something too soft to understand. A second later, voice spoke again this time more audible, but still a faint whisper, "Over here…" He looked around and found no one. Another whisper pulled his vision towards the remains of the First Flame. And there, where the broken sword was impaled, now was a small orange flame. Striding cautiously towards it, he noticed it was even smaller than the one that the pyromancers held in their hands sometimes. He kneeled on one leg and looked closer. It was small and weak, but he could feel an immense power hidden within it.

"You finally answered my call, great knight. I have been trying to wake you up from your eternal rest for hundreds of years" the voice said "Hmm… I can sense it, you are confused. Maybe I can help if you tell me how"

His patience snapped. Confused? Confused!? How was he supposed to be anything other than confused!? It was already enough with the situation he had around him, and now he had to deal with a tiny, speaking fire! Sure, he knew the First Flame was powerful enough to create the Gods and move the world into a new age, but this little fire looked nothing like the great and mighty First Flame. 'First waking up to know everything and everyone around is ashes and then this. Ugh… why do I have the terrible feeling this will not end well for me'

A.N: I will be publishing more chapters when I have time. Meanwhile, feel free to comment and send your own advice. The next chapters will be longer, this is just a prologue to present the story. Have a great day!