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  I will keep you safe.

  I will keep you company.

  Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.

  And from that point on, I never left your side.

  Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower, calling you a monster, saying you needed to disappear. And then he drew his rapier. I had never moved faster in my life than I did grabbing that awful man by the brim of his ebony vestment. I had never acted as instinctively as I led him to the window. I had never whispered as softly as I did to you of reassuring, and to him of the pain of death. I had never been more deafened than by his scream as I cast him away.

  Take away upon your black wings, bishop, for your mistress commands it.

 Do you remember all those years ago – when you saw my face for the first time? I remember it perfectly. Soul of black I had retrieved, and offered it to the gentle flame I did. My flesh was deep and wrinkled no more. I turned to you, and you seemed shocked at my form. You were my height, and we were both exceedingly young. I could even remember a flicker of attraction…but no. I refused desire. My love for you was of parent to child, or of sibling to sister. And it was good that I refused, for you grew, oh so very fast. Soon, you towered above me, and regardless, I still guarded you with my life.

  I made a promise to you, Priscilla. I promised that I would never let you see darkness.

  Do you remember that short time ago – when the people gathered? I remember it perfectly. Ariamis gathered, and desired your pure blood. How shocked I was. How scared you were. They hurried to the theatre, where you and I often met. How ready I was. How well-hid you were. The crowd broke through, and I met them head-on. How ravenous I was. How aghast you were. Ariamis fell to my feet. How alive I was. How frightened you were. After I finished, I ran to you, and embraced you.

  I fell the entire city as the ax man does the forest. I was invincible.

  You would be safe forever.

  Do you remember that short time ago – when I found the red rock? I remember it perfectly. I had slain anyone that came near you. Everyone was a threat, as everyone was present at the theatre that fateful night. And then you began to cry, for you were lonely again. I did everything I could to comfort you. Yet you ran from me, from your sole friend, terrified. So I brought new friends. I tempted those with Lifedrain to pursue me, as their master tempted them with the very art they wielded. I brought many new friends for you to meet.

  I will do anything in my power to keep you safe, Priscilla.

  Do you remember the fall of Ariamis? I remember it perfectly. The city crumbled under the assault of the Crimson Ones. All through the onslaught, you sought me. You found me in the theatre, and I greeted you merrily. But then you turned your blade on me. Your beautiful scythe sliced the air beside my head flawlessly. I was blank. My only friend wanted me dead. I begged you to stop as I evaded cut after cut. You screamed at me, calling me a monster. You claimed I was nicer when I looked to be a monster. You called all humans monsters. And then I held my weapon to receive a blow from the elegant scythe.

  And that was perhaps the greatest mistake I ever made.

  Your immense size…It threw me an admirable distance.

  And then, you hooked your foot under my torso, and threw me off the edge with it.

  When I finally landed, tears fell from my eyes as I felt my body fade, and the fiery ring burn brighter…

  …I am back, Priscilla. I have come to fulfill my promise to you…

  …As long as it is within my power...

  …You will never see the Age of Dark…

  …My dear friend.
A short story about the Painted World of Ariamis, and it's fascinating inhabitant, Crossbreed Priscilla.

I say "fascinating" because unlike other bosses in Dark Souls, Priscilla lets you walk away without a scratch, only if you return the favor. Therefore, I made a little connection to the character and Priscilla.

*NOTE: This is in no way real Lore. Only a theory that was expanded into a writing.*
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Alex-The-Bolt Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is such an awesome piece of writing. It also gave me a whole new perspective on Priscilla and a possible history with the chosen undead as well, I always did find it a little odd that you find her doll in your own prison cell. Definitely an interesting thought. I think the thing I like most about the story though is how it's ending can be interpreted in different ways. Bravo sir, very good job.
Nobodyspatzy Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Very interesting take on the story, and origin of Ariamis' Painted World. The one thing that interests me, is the semi-implied lore of King Jeremiah, The Yellow robed King. (Which if you played Demon's Souls, ties into the mythos behind that ruler and his possessed yellow robe as well!) How does he connect? Or did he, like Patches, somehow get lost over in Lordran (probably just a call back ;p)

I liked this, and I admit it kept me reading, as I normally don't read much fan fics on here. Thanks for sharing!
Drahydra Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Student Writer
Ah, well this was meant to imply the origin of the Chosen Undead. But I suppose this could be expanded to include others, like Jeramiah, as well.
Nobodyspatzy Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Indeed, I see all the "peaceful inhabitants" as protectors of sorts. Yes, I know you were going for the Chosen Undead specifically, but I also liked that it COULD fit in with many others too!
Hero117 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
could someone please explain this? i'm not completely sure what's going on and what it all means.
Drahydra Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Student Writer
"I" is supposed to be the player's character pre-asylum. The theory is that there are red phantoms in the Painted World because your own character taunted them there. The very end is the character's return to Ariamis, and seeking to keep his/her promise with Prscilla by killing her. ("I promised that I would never let you see darkness.")
Hero117 Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2013
I suspected that was what was going on. Thank you for the explanation. This was a very well written and interesting story BTW, good job.
aitsharks Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Great... I just killed her yesterday now I've read this story. Now regret it :(
Drahydra Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Student Writer
Not too bad, as that is what I was implying in the ending.
ZaneSantos Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012
Well yes there are, but that is understandable. Games made by FromSoftware are well known for the gapes in the story that leaves you wondering about everything. The idea you brought up is one of the many ideas suggested by other players. We may never know if any idea suggested may be true, but it is comforting to know we are making our own thoughts about the vast storylines.
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