I need to stop. Really, I do. But it's an addiction. I don't know why I just don't update any of my stories or do any ones on my Poll of interesting ideas! But screw it. SoulsBorne is one of my favorite franchises of all time, and my favorite game of them all is Bloodborne. My ranking of games is as follows

1: Bloodborne. It was the first one I played and currently stands as one of my favorite games of all time. Everything about it is perfect in my eyes.

2: Dark Souls 3. While it seemed a bit too similar to Bloodborne than other souls, this game has some of my favorite bosses and music in the series, with Gael and the Soul of Cinder being the highlights for me. Except Friede. Fuck Friede. And also fuck Sulyvhan. But I digress. It was able to accommodate my more aggressive style of playing much better than 1 or 2 could, while staying true to what Soulsbourne is. However, I don't enjoy the repetition at times and the somewhat lacking areas *Cough Cough Farron Keep Cough Cough*

3: Dark Souls 1. Played this one after Bloodborne and had a jolly old time at it! It was harder to understand at first since Bloodborne is much more streamlined and simple in it's upgrades and leveling, plus the lacking third act. But still, DS1 still stands tall as a mastapiece!

4: Dark Souls 2. It's just...kinda meh for a Soulsbourne game. It's still fantastic, but compared to the others it ain't all that good. While it has one of my favorite fights in it, that being the Mirror Knight, it doesn't have the best bosses. Though Scholar of the First Sin fixed a lot of issues I had with it. Also fuck the frigid outskirts. That place is just a living nightmare.

5. Demon Souls: Played about 45 minutes of it before I stopped to leave for a family trip or something and I haven't touched it since. Sorry, but this doesn't hold up for the current times. It's alright but it doesn't hold up for me.

My favorite bosses are as follows; 1. Ludwig the Accursed/Holy Blade (One reason alone would make this an excellent boss, but it goes above and beyond. That reason is the music).

2. Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower (An incredibly fun dual between two hunters trained by their mentor Gehrman. One want's to protect a secret, the other want's to learn) .

3. Gehrman the First Hunter/Soul of Cinder (They're tied Gehrman is what I consider the final boss, with a secret boss after it when you *SPOILERS*. Soul of Cinder is just, Mwa!.)

4. Slave Knight Gael (An almost perfect boss to end an amazing trilogy. Gael is the definition of a tragic battle)

5. Artorias (His lore and his movset make him incredibly challenging for me, but I never raged because he was just so fun!).

6. Darkeater Midir (Best way to do a dragon fight).

7. Fume Knight (His damage is massive, but he compensates for being a bit slower and telegraphed. A great fight.)

8. Mirror Knight.(He has one of my favorite boss designs and he's one of the most unique bosses to fight.)

9. Ornstien and Smough (I know, the heresy! I love them, but it's not my favorite fight. Tho I love Ornstiens spear and gear tho.)

10. Orphan of Kos (Fuck this guy. Love him for his brutal difficulty and challenge, but also fuck him). My least favorite fights being, from least terrible to most terrible:

10. Gaping Dragon (He's easy for me)

9. Darklurker (Pain to get to, not that fun of a fight).

8. Giant Lord (Easy, but cool lore)

7. Deacons of the Deep (Not much to go off of here, they just kinda suck).

6. Spear of the Church (It's just dumb)

5. Royal Rat Authority (Why is this a boss?)

4. Laurence (Not only is it a reskin of the first boss except on fire, but it's stupidly hard and annoying and I hate it. It's part of what I like to call the bullshit quad [Quad stands for squad except it's 4 members and quad means 4] The Member who isn't on the list is Orphan, who is the right amount of challenging to be called bullshit but still be fun.)

3. Covetous Demon (Just...stupid.)

2. Defiled Watchdog. (Fuck him.)

1. Defiled Amygdala (FUCK. HIM.)

But now here comes the hard part, which one do I use for this story? Well, at first I wanted to use Bloodborne, seeing as it's my favorite of the series and I love everything about it. Then I considered Dark Souls, specifically the age of dark ending for DS3, as it could make the most sense thematically and has a more defined lore. Then I debated between the two, and now I came up with the answer... Bloodborne. What can I say, I'm biased. It's my absolute favorite of the series.

So, why am I doing this story as a crossover with The Legend of Zelda? Well...I replayed Breath of the Wild and Twilight Princess. Both games are good. And Bloodborne is good, and I felt like writing something for both of them. Plus the fact I used to have a Witcher/Legend of Zelda story before but I shouldn't let my dog onto my chair and mess with my laptop (Don't ask. Fine, it wasn't my Dog it was a glitch or something I dunno. My dog's an angel except when she's a cat) But to clarify, this is set in the BOTW game, except the champions didn't die and all is well. Calamity Ganon been defeated, all well in the world yadda yadda yadda. Plus some extra stuff later on that may be...fun...hehehe

Let's do dis!

Own nothing. Not Fromsoftware own's Bloodborne and I really love them for it. Thanks for making such an awesome game. And also not Legend of Zelda which was made by Nintendo.

Fear the Old Blood

The bar was packed as it usually was on cold nights. With the autumn weather coming in soon, the winds would howl as loud as a Lynels roar. The inn was the centerpiece of a small town which was intersected by the great road. The village was small. A town hall, 2 stores, 5 homes, and the inn of the Buzzing bee. Inside was loud, warm and rambunctious. It was a two storied building, with a main floor for drinking and feasting and making merry, a second floor for rented beds, and a basement for storage and extra rooms. This night was very warm, as it was freezing outside. Most seats at every table were full as everyone in the town gathered in this inn. The mayor was talking with the local leaders for their support in the election, the farmers and the local knights were getting drunk and singing, the wives were chatting and the children were running around playing. The kitchen was populated by three figures, the chef, the owner and the bartender. These three were a family, the chef was the child of the owner and bartender and was considered a progidy by not only the entire town, but the Princess herself when she toured!

Ana hummed to herself as she took the glasses from two of the customers and went to refill them. Busy nights meant good tips, and good tips meant that new finishing that she eyed back in Hyrule market! Returning the two mug's to the drinkers, she went over to the next waiting customers who ordered their drinks when she heard the door open. Must be someone who didn't get the memo' she mused to herself, 'Or it's the Koblo Kid's again.' She heard the shuffling of a stool and turned to it. "Can I get you any-" The words escaped her mouth when she laid eyes upon the stranger.

The first thought that entered her mind about this man was that he looked very tired. His eyes and ears were covered by a large hat, and the lower half of his face by cloth. But his eyes were visible. Cyan eyes that were both bright like a child yet tired like an elderly man. His hair, barely visible underneath his hat, was black and seemingly unkempt and frazzled. His nose was of medium distance. His skin was pale, not as pale as a ghost but very different. He wore what seemed to be rag's scratched and knitted together into some sort of tunic, and was very thin. On his back was a form of saber and dagger, seemingly combined at the hilt. At his side, was a strange type of crossbow which was engraved. He was of average height, but she couldn't help put notice that he seemed very foreign, uncannily so. "Water." He said, his voice quiet yet demanding, scratchy as well, as if he hadn't had a drink in ages. He had an aura to him, a type of energy which made everything seem cold even when it was warm. It was like the Ice of the Hebra mountains.

"Uh..y-yeah coming right up." She spoke warily, grabbing a glass and filling it up with the liquid and giving it to the man. He lifted the glass and lowered the cloth around his lower face, his lips were chapped and cut. He took a big swig and wiped his mouth quickly, politely asking for more. As she nervously took the glass from him and went to refill it, the door opened with three loud bangs. Laughter and boasting came from the door as the Koblo kids entered. The Koblo kids were a group of rogues who went through the forest and did questionable activities. Nothing ever illegal or morally wrong, but it was increasing and the severity of the activities were bordering wrong.

"Alright boy's! Food's on me!" The leader of the gang, Nubok yelled before he noticed the stranger. "Hey buddy! That's my seat your in!" The stranger did not move, instead electing to ignore the man. "Hey! I'm talking to ya!" Nubok stood right behind him, practically breathing on his shoulder. The man seemed to twitch at this, but calmed down quickly before speaking. "Why does that matter?"

"Why-Why doesn't that matter? Buddy, this is my seat! I'm Nubok Moblin Masher! I'm the guy that mashed 10 moblins in a single night! Now, get out of my seat!" Ana did not pay attention to Nubok as she was busy with other people's orders, but that all changed when a large scream came from the front of the bar. A dagger penetrated his hand and he fell to the ground clutching his bloody hand. The two member began to draw their knives, the stranger then leaped at them and drew his twin-blade, cutting deep into both of their thighs. As they fell to the ground, he raised his blade high, about to impale them when Ana and some other people screamed in terror. He paused, looking at everyone. All were staring at him, some with denial, some with confusion, some with hatred, all with fear. But before anyone could react, he bolted out of the inn and into the night.

The Good Hunter leaped away from the swinging blades before lashing out, landing a final blow against the specter of a great one. The Wet Nurse gave one last sound, a ghostly echo, before falling to the ground and evaporating in a mystical blue light. Silence, no noise was made in the black fog the Hunter was enveloped in. The lack of noise lasted only for a second, a single second, before the cries of a newborn echoed. The newborn was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be touched. It cried out for it's nurse, for it's mother, beginning to gurgle and coo, babbling until it gave one last cry of sadness or pain or whatever it desired, and was replaced by silence. The fog cleared. In the center of this strange circle, on top of the tower in the Nightmare of Mensis, in the small circle of bones, the crib had fallen over lifelessly. Wind blew.

Nightmare Slain.

The good hunter stepped forward, his Bowblade in hand and the Blades of Mercy on back. The Evelyn he used was on the left side. Looking to investigate the crib, he kicked something, something fleshy. Reaching down to pick it up, his eyes widened underneath the hat he wore. The strange Umbilical Cord of a Great one. He had collected several of these cords before, one from great regret, one from an long ago past. It seemed only to be a third of one, just like the other two.

3 thirds make a whole, after all.

Thinking back to the beginning of this...what was this hunt? Nothing more than a bad dream, like that man in the beginning told him? Or was it more...was it something else? Then his thoughts turned to all those notes he found in the lost college of Byrgenwerth and in the Lecture halls which connected the nightmares.

"Three third cords"

And so, like the other cords he had found, he crushed the Umbilical cord and let the insight flow into his mind. Whispers and secrets were now added into his mind, he was like a newborn beginning to speak! To hear! But he couldn't understand it, he couldn't see.

The Hunter heard the shifting of ground. Turning around, he saw his way out of the nightmare. He lit the lamp and reached out. Darkness seemed to cover his eyes and he began to feel as if he was falling into a slumber...like a dream...

He awoke to a new nightmare. His home, his Hunter's Dream dying. The workshop was now burning, as if it had recently been lit. They rushed to find the doll, the Hunter's only true companion and friend. The Doll was someone who held deep affection in the Hunter's heart, after all they were the first to greet him with no true hostile intent, no desire to take advantage of them, nothing but willingness to help him. There was Gilbert as well, but he had been consumed by the Scourge as all other's had and would.

He found her where she sometimes would be at, a grave. The grave which led to a great terror, the Hunter's nightmare. The curse of all hunter's future, now broken."Good Hunter. You have come...Dawn will soon break...This night, and this dream, will end."

The Hunter looked at her, his eyes questioning. The Doll continued to look at him, no emotion. "Gehrman awaits you, at the foot of the great tree."

The Hunter's eyes then steeled as he nodded. He ascended up the stairs into the workshop and opened the great chest. Taking what he needed from it, he approached the memory altar. Kneeling, he began to memorize the runes he had learned recently, and inscribed new one's onto his brain. Finally, he approached the workbench, and shifted around gems and blood-stone chunks and stone and rocks. He stepped out of the great building, and sat at the stairway and took out his diary. Charcoal pencil in hand, he wrote. He had this book for as long as he could remember, before Yharnam. Back when he was but a young boy. He wrote the final pages of that book, and closed it.

Putting the journal away, he walked down the stairs and went into the garden. The gate that had been locked was now open. Before he could enter, the Doll called. "Good Hunter..." He turned, facing that which he held dear. The Doll was silent, but then gave a short bow. No words were spoken, he didn't need to hear words to know what she meant.

B eyond the gate was a field of flowers, graves and large wooden crosses. As the doll said, at the foot of the great tree sat the First Hunter in his wheelchair. "Good Hunter, you've done well. The night is near it's end. Now, I shall show you mercy." The Hunter cocked his head, confused. "You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun."

The Hunter then stepped back, aghast from this declaration, this reward of sorts. "You will be freed...from this terrible hunter's dream..." The Hunter stood still, questioning himself. What a choice to make! Be freed from this nightmare, this horrifying affair. But forget all that he had learned, the Great One's machinations and the cruelties and secrets of the Church and the College...But to forget it all, and awake under a new day...

No. He could not, he would not. He had learned too much, done too many things, died and been reawakened far to much to remember. He stepped back again, shaking his head.

Gehrmans eyes, once resigned and hopeful, became lifeless and disappointed. "Dear oh dear, what was it? The hunt, the blood, or the horrible dream?" The old man began to shift from his position, placing his hands on the hand-rests of his wheelchair and began to push himself up. "Oh, it doesn't matter." The Hunter drew his Bowblade slowly, cautiously. He noticed something on his mentor's back, some type of blade. As Gehrman stood to full height, he reached behind him. "It always come down to the Hunter's Helper to clean up after these sorts of messes." With that, he drew his weapon with a speed rivaling that of the fastest enemies that the Good Hunter had fought. The weapon then shifted and transformed into it's trick form, that of a great scythe. "Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..."

The Good Hunter stepped backwards as Gehrman approached, his scythe held aloft. The First Hunter made the first move, leaping at him with great dexterity. Swinging his blade, the old hunter landed on the ground and twirled, forcing the Good Hunter to roll away. The Good Hunter then transformed his bow-blade to it's trick form, a bow obviously. He began firing arrow's at Gehrman, five in total.

They landed on the arms and legs of the good hunter, who did not seem to be fazed at all. De-transforming it, he attacked. Launching at his mentor, he swung thrice before being caught in Gehrman's swing. A great cut was made across the Hunter's chest, and he was forced to use a blood vial to repair it.

19 vials now, 15 quicksilver bullets.

Gehrman dashed forward, catching his pupil with the blade and forcing him forward and slicing at him again. The good hunter quick-stepped away from the second hit and launched himself at the old man from behind, landing blow after blow, stealing his lifeblood for his own. He then rolled away and prepared his pistol. Gehrman jumped forward, but was interrupted by the bullet fired by his student and leaving him open. The Good Hunter rushed forward, and jamming his hand into the man's chest and ripping it out.

The old hunter was sent back, a large bloody stain in his chest. The good hunter then backed away, gaining distance. Gehrman rose, and de-transformed his weapon and grabbing from his back his personal rifle. Hobbling forward, he met the Hunter's blade and slashed several times, nearly ending the hunter then and there. The Hunter was forced to back away and use 2 vials quickly. He then sidestepped a lunge from the man and swiped. Gehrman crouched down as he did this, and then roared out to the heavens, stunning the hunter and leaving him for attack. Transforming his blade mid-swing, Gehrman cut deep into the Hunter's waist and heart, and meeting air with a slam downwards. The Hunter groaned in great pain as he popped 2 more blood vials.

15 vials, 15 bullets.

He then fired from his pistol, a shot enhanced with the some Bone Marrow ash. The bullet hit Gehrman, but did not faze him. The old hunter then transformed his blade back to it's curved sword form and lunged, a multitude of fast and swift swipes which heavily damaged the hunter. The final blow would have ended his pupil and severed his connection to the dream, were it not for the pupil managing to block the final one with his bowblade. The final blow was not fully reflected however, and to prevent any more damage from coming onto him the good hunter let himself be disarmed. As his primary weapon fell to the ground in the field of flower, the Good hunter popped 3 vials and grabbed the Blade of Mercy from his side.

12 vials, 14 bullets.

He separated the blade into two, letting the two daggers be wielded as such, and he charged. Rolling under Gehrman's swing, he began slashing violently, rapidly, without hesitation. Gehrman was helpless to fight back, as it was too fast for him to avoid. Soon however, the good Hunter could not carry on any longer with the rapid barrage of swings, and he was forced to cease and step away. Gehrman breathed heavily, forcing himself to stand and look up to the moon. Facing it, he felt the energy of the Great One's build up in him. The Hunter was questioning this, why was Gehrman not doing anything. Before he could react however, a massive explosion of blue light came from Gehrman, knocking away the student of the First Hunter and damaging him further. As the hunter stood and popped another vial, he saw Gehrman surrounded by a ethereal blue smoke, coming straight towards him. Gehrman stabbed forward with his curved sword, forcing the hunter to roll into a wooden cross and knock it down to the ground. Gehrman followed it up with a heavy cut, barely missing the Hunter. Firing his firearm as soon as the hunter attacked, he interrupted the pupil and went for him. Ripping his hand straight into the Good Hunter's chest, he ripped it out as well, creating a massive gash and heavily wounding the pupil. He stayed on the ground, motionless.

"You must accept your death...be freed from the night." Gehrman turned away, lightly stepping over the blades of Mercy which fell to the dirt. However, he paused. A groan came from the Good hunter as he forced himself up from the dirt, clutching his terrible wounds. Gerhman smiled under his hat, he taught his pupil well. The good hunter gave himself 2 more vials.

9 vials, 14 bullets.

Seeing that he did not have the blades on him at the current moment, The Good Hunter pulled out a new blade, one that he had never touched before, but now seemed like a good time to use it. It was a weapon that Gehrman recognized. The Rakuyo was a dual bladed weapon, a dagger on the hilt of a saber. It was the former weapon of Lady Maria, the lady of the Astral Clock-tower. If Gehrman was surprised, or angry or saddened in any way, he gave no sign.

Gehrman then jumped up into the air, scythe held aloft and cutting downwards, creating a large shock-wave of wind which went towards the Hunter. The Hunter rolled to the right, avoiding it by a hair and went for the old man. Slicing into the man with the Rakuyo's dual blades, he transformed it mid attack into a saber and dagger held in both hands. He spun in a whirlwind at him, creating large wounds in the old warrior. Gehrman then rolled away from another attack and cut into the hunter. The hunter ignored the pain and stabbed forward. The blow knocked forward the Old Hunter, allowing the Good Hunter to deal several more blows before backing away. Gehrman then landed a cut, the hunter a stab. Gehrman fired a gun, the hunter returned fire.

The duel went on like that for many minutes, it was similar to that of a dance, sad and beautiful in a way, a brutal, tragic sort. It finally ended when the Good Hunter took one final hit from Gehrman and slashed another time, dealing the final blow to the old hunter. As the old man fell to his knees, dropping his blade and beginning to fade from the dream, he gave a sad, small smile and spoke one last time."The night, and the dream, were long..." He fell, evaporating into mist. Freed.

The good hunter pant'd, his wounds great. As he took a blood vial, he sheathed the Rakuyo and looked to where his mentor had fallen. All that was left, was a badge. A badge similar in appearance to the blade of a scythe. He pocketed it. He then noticed the sky...it was...changing. Looking towards the now blood red moon, he gasped as something descended from the heavens. This...flora was otherworldly. The moon presence landed softly, nay a noise made. The hunter approached, wondering what it could be. He could hear whispers, thoughts crawl into its mind. He had felt something similar to this feeling, when he had first met the greater Amygdala in the Nightmare Frontier, when he approached the Wet Nurse in the Mensis nightmare, and when he first laid eyes upon the newborn Orphan of Kos. It was a Great One. The Moon Presence.

The greater being took hold of the hunter and brought it forward towards what appeared to be it's face, if you count a massive gaping hole a face. It then embraced it, a great deal of pain was inflicted upon the hunter. But something...happened. A light shone from the Hunter's center, this light then brightly shined, forcing the presence to drop the hunter and recoil away from the great shock-wave! It then recovered quickly, facing the hunter with what seemed to be anger. The hunter drew the Rakuyo, his other weapons still on the ground.

The best swiped at him with it's claws, the Hunter rolled away and slashed with the blades. It hit dead on the face of the great one, which hurt it heavily. The bout was long and demanding, for both great one and hunter. The moon presence, a puppet master more than a fighter (like all great ones) was not experienced with defending itself. The hunter was tired with the duel with his mentor and was low in both stamina and vitality. Thus, the duel was longer than most duels, with both giving it their all. However, it seemed to end when the presence knocked the blade of the former hunter away from the Good Hunter and pinned it to the ground. It roared in his face, he felt it's eldritch power. He reached and scampered for something, anything! He felt something in hand, heavy but not as large or as compact as a Kirkhammer, and he swung at it.

The great one recoiled in great pain as it scampered and crawled away from the Siderite blade of the scythe. Forcing himself up, The Good hunter took notice of the blade he held, the former blade of his mentor Gehrman. Getting into position, he lunged at the beast, cutting and slashing at it. The beast roared in such agony! The Siderite seemed to wound the great being, at least injure it far more than normal steel. In an effort to save itself, the being used it's immense power and created a large nova of red, hitting everything in its vicinity, including the hunter.

Both fell to their knees, the plants seeming to day, the wooden crosses toppled, the great oak withered. The hunter felt sick, felt weak. He knew this feeling, it was like he was going to die. But he couldn't, he mustn't! Forcing himself up, he charged the being. In an instant, he diced and slashed and cut and chopped with the great scythe until the beast could no longer stand and fell, exploding in violent and brilliant light.

Nightmare Slain.

He panted. He was out of vials, out of bullets, he was close to death, but he lived. He won. The blade fell to the ground as he keeled. He coughed, blood shot out of his mouth. He felt sick, he felt tired. He then collapsed, darkness consuming his vision. But then...HE could SEE!

Oh how he could see! Everything, now everything made sense! All the blood, the insight, the secrets, it all made sense! The secrets of the cosmos were now his! The faint voice he could hear, it reminded him of someone...who? No matter, he could see now! But the voice that was faint, it was so clearer now.

"Are you cold?...Oh, good hunter."

So I'm going to leave it there! How'd you all enjoy this? Was it good, bad, mediocre?

So that's that! Originally, I was actually going to do a Dark Souls story because it has more developed lore and I thought it might be fun to have an undead guy run around and people call him a Re-dead. That would be funny. But Bloodborne won out because I love it so much more. So I did that, and I don't regret it at all! Hahahahaha...hehe..he...he...this is going to put a lot of my other stories on hold oh jeez.