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[b][color=376877]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]444 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=376877]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]9/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=376877]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Pizza Tower[/i]
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Fingers chafing within the metal casting of his gauntlets, blistered hands grasped the rocky outcroppings of the pitch black cave pausing to catch his breath peering to the only point of light in the dark, abyss-spanning cavern that yawned infinitely downwards.

Below him the darkness followed, a miasma of the night that took the form of a drifting shadow with faint pinpoints of light for eyes and outstretched tendrils for arms that reached outwards to the one that feared it's touch the most.

It could not, would not touch the one it chased; [i]Walker of the Abyss[/i] the darkness called in a soft voice that echoed within the knights mind [i]What causes thou to flee?[/i] he wanted to scream, to claw his way out of the darkness he must see the light, the beautiful rays of incandescent light that flitted in from the sky above. 

He fought against the darkness to drag his body towards the captivating, almost blinding light. Then laying upon the precipice of a mountain, above the clouds so pearlescent and fluffy in the splendor of the celestial heavens he screamed for the light was not warm and welcoming, the light was no sun that shone incandescently but an almost angelic being. Every atom of his being began to dissolve, screaming as the horrific creature's gaze burned not only his physical being but the very essence of his soul.

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Catching his breath, the knight drew a inaudible sigh wiping a bead of sweat with the back of his wrist as he blinked away the wetness around his eyes to clear his vision. Artorias' chest rose and fell with each uneven breath filling his lungs, he stared for hours in silence to the embers of the flame that the others gathered around.

[i]'[color=376877]But then there was Fire and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark.[/color]'[/i] the knight spoke in hushed words beneath his breath as he looked into the fire. The words were of course those told of the Age of Fire, one which he saw but never witnessed the end of. He knew nothing of the Darksign, Gwyn's madness or the slow decay of Lordran but he was beginning to question the evil of the Abyss or at least that of this strange worlds Abyss.

For now he could feel it in his dream, mind and body as it tried to beckon him to safety. Yet it was not evil, where the light sought to destroy everything in it's path even him. Artorias sat there in silence staring at the flames dancing, deep in his thoughts.