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After the advent of fire, the ancient Lords
found the three souls.
But, your progenitor found a fourth,
unique soul.
The dark soul.
Thus began the Age of Men;
the Age of Dark.
However,
Lord Gwyn trembled at the dark and in dire
fear of humans, and the Dark Lord
who would one day be born amongst them,
Lord Gwyn commanded his children to shepherd the human
to prevent the birth
of the Dark Lord.
You don't know what you are, do you?
How you got here? Your crimes?
Do you remember anything?
Gwyn has blurred your past to prevent
the birth of the Dark Lord.
You... are a Darkwraith,
imprisoned like cattle, left to wither and die; left to become what Darkwraiths
despise most,
bones for kindling to sustain the flame.
A punishment truly befitting
your kind.
That it was,
until a misguided soul freed me of my prison.
I will not kindle a single fire.
It is against my nature; it is for the weak.
It is for the Way of White.
This does not mean I will not rest. But, the moment the keepers of the flame
outlive their usefulness;
they shall lay to rest.
I will carry on with my mission,
slay the betrayers,
They failed me,
every last one of them.
They were strong,
but saw not the truth.
I am certain that you will prove different.
free my brethren.
After extinguishing all the flames, reaping the Firekeeper's souls
and smothering the ember that is the Lord of Cinder,
the Age a File will be no more. Like Gwyn's firstborn,
the Age of Fire will be removed from existence; stricken from the annals of time.
Akin to the furtive pygmy;
so easily forgotten
All of Lordran shall become consumed by the Abyss
like Oolacile before it.
New Londo is the wake that follows the fear of the Abyss
I do not fear the Abyss; I embrace it
A new age has come; the age of humanity;
the Age of Dark.
And soon, the flames did fade
and only dark remained.