"Sir, wake up"
"I think he's dead, who sleeps in their Armour"
There was a small clank of metal and I felt light shine onto my eyelid. There was a constant pressure against my entire back, i must have been sitting and leaning against something.
"OH gods, he really is dead, look at his skin and how small he is..."
"How long has he been here?!?!"
"We need to go get someone..."
"Is that a coin?"
Something tugged at my belt, I opened my eyes only to be flashed by pure sunlight. I reached for my belt in pure disorientation and a lack of feeling, of all kinds emotions less so than actuly feeling.
I grabbed something with a gauntleted hand, it was long fleshy with something hard under it and squirming. I couldn't feel any warmth, none, it was tortuous.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!"
It clicked in my head, I had grabbed the arm of the pheasant child infront of me. I let go and stared into the terrified eyes of the small child, his compatriot had already runoff. The ragged dressed child stood there for a moment but as soon as I shifted and he saw the Armour clinking together he ran.
I stood up and almost instantly fell over. I stood up once again this time more carefully, planting my feet into the moist dirt under me.
'Why has it not ended?'
And dear god, I was back to being 13 like last time at least my armor sized with me as well. My brain started processing everything, and I began to fully understand it all. My bottomless box was strapped over my back, it was the about size of a suitcase but it could hold thousands upon thousands of items, materials, and any other object I find interesting.
I raised my head to observe my surroundings, I was just set up against a large oak tree, the tree was next to a small edge a 5 foot drop at most and right next to it was a decline that lead to the lower area, which sat right next to a stream that created a constant noise barely noticable.
Just around the oak tree there was a growth of thin trees that shot up, the trees weren't in the low area along the running water the only plants were thick tall grass no doubt hiding small creatures.
I would have to get out of here before a scared child shows up with a mob of angry pheasants, or maybe just one who doesnt believe the kid and just goes along with the 'flight of fan.kcy', even if its the latter it still ends up with me being chased by a mob of scared and confused pheasants.
I'm probably somewhere in the west, away from lordran, those damn serpents probably pulled some trick.
Its obvious the plan didn't go through considering there's a blue sky, and of course signs of human life.
It'd be best to move on, I don't want to torch a village right now. I slammed the side of my helmeted head with my fist I slowly walked down the slope down to the slow-flowing creak, I trudged through a patch of grass in my heavy armor. The stream was infront of me, it was an awkward distance across about 2 feet side to side. It would be easy to cross if I wasn't in heavy armor.
I stretched out my leg forward keeping my other one stable on the tall grass I wasn't able to stretch my leg out that far. I gave up and just trudged through the water, now I needed to clean my armor.
Its not as bad as blight town, not trudging through thousands of years of shit while shit covered hulks throw boulders at me only to get distracted by Quelag's boobs.
The first time I tried to negotiate with her, she just called me profanities I didn't know existed then slaughtered me. The second time I was distracted by her hanka Donna hongas, wink* wink*
The Third time did a Doakes on her, cut off all of her limbs the human side and spider side and made sure she heard the screams of her sister, I came back to finish it.
Damn bitch
I climbed up a small ridge and passed a tree line, there was a wild field, tall grass, flowers and pests running betwixt ot all.
My eyes were trained and battle tested years of traveling Lordran would do that to you, knowing a thousand plants and how they move when something approaches whether it be the wind or a Darkwraith come to take your humanity.
The real lordran was much different than it was in Dark souls 1, it was larger, there were more travelers, some good and some very bad, Fire link shrine was much more populace even before some of the 'Npcs' arrive.
I kept walking through the field, wind swept into my visor, My eyes teared up, I had not protection nothing but dried up eyelids receding like a 40 year old man's hair line.
I had done all of that, slain gods and their knights, Ornstein and Smough killed me thousands of times, I lost count after 2000 but I must have died multitudes more, I killed the Ultimate God, Gywn, all for a better world.
What do I get for the years of suffering?
Nothing but getting thrown in a ditch. The sky turned a different shade, there was a wisp of orange on the clouds. It would be night soon.