[ WP ] '' The thing about immortality is that even if it preserves your body , it does n't stop the wearing down of your soul ... ''

*When the fire fades, the dead shall rise from their graves. From Ash to Cinder, all shall be called upon to link the flame. * 
 
 As I awoke, I heard her say those words. I looked around, but was alone in the crypt. The last memory I had was a grand battle. Steel clashing upon steel when I met my untimely end. All had heard of the Curse of the Undead, but few believed it to be true. 
 
 I took in my surroundings and noticed the husks of man mindlessly patrolling around. Devoid of any other purpose, they continued to walk aimlessly. Armed with little more than swords rusted and broken from age, they turned to the sound of my rising. 
 
 Slowly, they shambled towards me one after another. Armed with my sword and shield from a previous life, I greeted them with precise slashes and well time blocks. They quickly fell, but I could feel the presence of a stronger foe. 
 
 I cut my way through the husks that would keep me and found my escape. Two large doors were between myself and freedom. I could feel the fire within myself burning brightly as I accepted the challenge before me. 
 
 As the towering doors opened, I entered the courtyard behind. At the other end were another set of towering doors. I began to approach when a feeling of dread overcame me. I quickly rolled back, narrowly avoid the Warden's hammer. He had jumped down from the roof above nearly ending my journey before it began. The Warden loomed overhead and let loose a scream that caused my hair to stand straight. He raised his hammer to the sky and I could only raise my shield in defense. 
 
 The strike sent me flying across the room where my back hit the wall. I could n't catch my breathe before he ended it. I closed my eyes, hoping to avoid seeing the hammer fall. 
 
 I awoke in my crypt once more, with the husk all before me again. Time and time again, I would try to fight my way past the Warden only to meet bitter defeat. The thing about immortality is that even if it preserves your body, it does n't stop the wearing down of your soul. I could feel my humanity slipping from me with each defeat. 
 
 Out of desperation, I climbed the walls to the highest point I could. I walked along the tops of the cells, freeing all the Undead that I could. The Warden found me again and threw me down through the roof. As I lay shattered and broken, I could hear another Undead fighting on the other side of the wall. The wall shattered before me, but I could not rise anymore. The Undead approached, so I said unto him, ``... Oh, you... You're no Hollow, eh? Thank goodness... I'm done for, I'm afraid... I'll die soon, then lose my sanity... I wish to ask something of you... You and I, we're both Undead... Hear me out, will you?'' 
 
 
 He agreed to my request. `` Regrettably, I have failed in my mission... But perhaps you can keep the torch lit... There is an old saying in my family... Thou who art Undead, art chosen... In thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords... When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know... Well, now you know... And I can die with hope in my heart. Now I must bid farewell... I would hate to harm you after death... So, go now... And thank you...'' 
 
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 *Hey Guys, I do n't write often so let me know what you think! The last portion is a quote from Dark Souls. If you have never played it, I'd highly recommend it. The story in itself is beautiful. As always, thanks for reading! *
