Bitter Bits Fan Fiction: Anna’s Rest
It’s done. It’s finally over. Never did I think that I would see this stupid prophecy through. Even acquiring this armour was a pain in the ass, literally. Thinking back makes me chuckle for some reason. I went back to the Fire Keeper Anor Londo with some parchment, ink, a quill, and some tools for measurement. The idea was to get an armour without killing or pillaging. A fresh set of clothes so to speak, only sturdier. Sadly, the Fire Keeper wasn’t amused. I got what I needed but I also had to run like a maniac while she tried to acquaint my bottom to her blade while she yelled at me. I couldn’t sit or comfortably lay down for a few weeks. Fortunately, Andre needed some time to forge the armour anyway. I wish I could thank him once more.
My next step was to test my new equipment. And in a moment of arrogance, I decided to do so while slaying a dragon. Not even a nameless one. I decided to slay the black dragon Kalameet. The fire, the pain. Even with the help of Hawkeye Gough did this beast cook me in my gear. The armour withstood this ordeal. But I had to crawl under a near waterfall and squirm. I could only squirm. My voice was gone already. There was no song.
In silence, I returned to my time. A prophecy needed fulfilling after all. So I walked to the grave of the corrupted knight I slew, claiming his ring. Why did I have to go there? Why did he have to be there? It hurt the most. It hurt both of us. We fought together against the rampage of a primaeval man. So why did we have to fight against each other? I’m sorry for leaving him alone after that. Why did I have to kill Sif? Why did he have to leave me? I don’t want to be alone.
Numb I wandered into the flooded city of New Londo. Killed the last leaders of this land. I know that there was pain. I know that I bled down there in the darkness every time one of the Four Kings struck me. But it felt dull, maybe like a headache or immense pressure. After that, I wandered, wandered down to what seems to be the roots of the world. I saw the old battlefield of the gods. Only gargantuan trees, a black ocean, and shores of ash. It’s even a bit funny in its emptiness, maybe in its foolishness. But who am I to judge?
And now here I sit inside of the Kiln of the First Flame, writing down my journey. Maybe someone finds this and writes a song? I only wish that I could sing something. It would be better than this dreadful silence. At least there will be no more pain, no more suffering. Maybe I feel warm by the fire while I sleep.
And this concludes my little Bitter Bits Fan Fiction. The challenge run of Dark Souls 1 by Bitter Bits is finished, in a manner of speaking. I hope you enjoyed this little thing and enjoyed the playthrough by Bitter Bits that spawned this if you watched it. There is nothing more to say. Good night and sleep well.
