#I am not looking forward fighting Artorias NG+ though

[mrslittletall]

Title: A Storm is coming (Chapter 25) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Chosen Undead/Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Dusk of Oolacile Word Count: 5.490 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16603610/chapters/56905021 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/613218120893693952/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-24-fandom-dark

Summary: Tempest has a talk with Dusk. The duo gets sucked into a strange place where they have to fight a mighty beast and then.. Ornstein notices something.

(Author's note: Oh boy, it's time for the DLC and I can say you, I have some things planned for it. This is merely the beginning! I look so forward to write the next chapters. 

Also, please check out the fic “Aftermath”, which was written by RedFox13 and was inspired by my story. It is wonderful and emotional. I am very happy that I now have two fics that were inspired by this piece.)

Ornstein was on his knees in an instant, not caring about his armour getting wet. “Princess.”, he said.

“I have to thank thee for saving me, dragon slayer.”, Dusk smiled at him. “I seem to be in debt of another knight of Gwyn.”

Ornstein glanced to the side, where Tempest stood, having his mouth open a little, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what. Technically, without Tempest he had never come down here to take care of the hydra and then they never would have seen the golden golem. It felt wrong for him to get all the praise.

“Actually...”, he started but was interrupted by Dusk gasping.

“Ah, while I wish to discuss many more things with thee, I am afraid we are running out of time. I am, after all, from an age long before this one... I will engrave my signature. Call upon me, so that we can talk.”

Dusk disappeared shortly after she said this words and Ornstein finally raised from his knees.

“Who was that?”, Tempest asked. “You know her?”

“It's... a long story.”, Ornstein said and turned around, intending to leave the water. They should finally get back on track and continue their mission. He didn't intend to talk to Dusk. He didn't had any intention to revisit that part of his life.

“That is all?”, Tempest said morosely. “You aren't going to explain anything to me? She said, she was from an age long before this one and she knew you, Ornstein. What did happen between the two of you?”

“I don't wish to talk about his.”, Ornstein said, just wishing that the little Storm would let this subject rest. Tempest shrugged and followed Ornstein as they waded out of the water. As Ornstein took a moment to pour the water out of his boots, Tempest strolled along the shore of the basin and stopped when he saw a summon sign in front of him.

How strange. He was absolutely sure that hadn't been here before. Wait, hadn't this princess earlier said she would engrave her signature? Did she mean laying down her summon sign with that? Curiously, Tempest touched the sign and in fact, the image of the woman from earlier showed up.

Tempest looked back at Ornstein to see that he still was busy with drying his feet and touched the sign. It glowed and shortly after the woman from earlier rose and spoke.

“Dragon slayer, do thou wish to talk now?” She blinked a few times when her gaze fell on Tempest and then she said: “Thou are not Ornstein.”

“Um... hello.”, Tempest said, raising his hand in a greeting. “I am Tempest. I am something like Ornstein's storm.” Tempest immediately noticed his blunder and blushed. Had the nickname of little Storm affected him so much that he started to think of himself as a storm now too? “Companion, I mean. I am Ornstein's companion!”, he quickly corrected himself. “So, um, what is your name?”

“Dusk from Oolacile.”, the woman answered. “I am... was... the princess of a land that existed long before thine age. It was reduced to ashed a long time ago...”

“...It was reduced to ashes? What happened?”, Tempest said, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Little Storm, what are you doing?”, Ornstein's voice sounded from behind and as he saw the glowing image of Dusk, he inhaled sharply.

“Dragon Slayer.”, Dusk practically beamed when he arrived. “I was hoping that you would come back.”

“...don't call me dragon slayer anymore, please.”, Ornstein said, averting his gaze.

“Oh, my deepest apologies, dr.. Ornstein.”, Dusk said. “Still, I have to thank thee properly. Thou saved me from the golem.”

“That isn't exactly true.”, Ornstein said. “It is true that I helped to strike the golem down that imprisoned you, but my presence here in the basin, the reason I saw the golem that housed you, that was all thanks to the little Storm here.”, Ornstein laid his big hand on Tempest's head and would have ruffled his hair if not for the helmet he wore. Tempest just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, then it was Storm's interference here that saved me?”, Dusk's gaze wandered from Ornstein back to Tempest.

“It's Tempest.”, Tempest said. “Ornstein just likes to butcher my name.”

“They are basically the same.”, Ornstein said. “As you see, your thanks should be given to him and not to me.”

Ornstein then dropped the conversation and Dusk spoke again: “There isn't much I could offer other then the magic of mine land. My home, Oolacile, is the home of ancient sorceries. Would me passing this profound knowledge to thee be of any help?”

“Uh, I guess...”, Tempest said. He knew he wasn't particularly skilled in magic, he preferred the far more rough but easier to cast pyromancy, but he also didn't want Dusk to feel like she is useless. It wouldn't hurt looking at her spells and he had enough souls from the hydra to make a deal with her.

“Wonderful. Then let me teach thou my sorceries.”, Dusk said, clapping her hands together, which made a hollow sound, because her body was merely that of a phantom, summoned to a time that wasn't hers.

Tempest spend some time looking over the sorceries. They were very different from anything the Vinheim sorcerers had to offer. This magic wasn't meant to attack or strengthen oneself, but it seemed more like it was there to support and feint. There was a spell that would cast light (that would have been useful in the Tomb of Giants), a spell that would hide one's body or weapon and – the most amusing one – a spell that would cast an illusion around the caster and let them appear as something else. Tempest found this too hilarious and because it wasn't exactly hard to learn, soon had the scroll in his hands, while Dusk told him a bit more about he nature of the magic of her homeland.

“Are you done? Can we leave now?”, Ornstein said, seemingly in hurry.

“Ornstein, what's the matter?”, Tempest mocked. “First you seem to want to do everything to avoid going down to Lost Izalith and now you can't wait for half an hour more?” He then put his attention back to Dusk and asked the question he still needed an answer for another time: “So, Princess Dusk, what happened to your home town?”

Dusk's gaze fell onto the floor before she spoke: “It happened a long time ago. I was beset by a creature of the Abyss. I would have perished if not for the great knight Artorias. He... saved me and slayed the beast of the Abyss, but...”

Tempest noticed a certain shift in Ornstein's stance as Dusk said that. He glanced over to him and then back to Dusk when she continued: “...his wounds were too grave and he fell after he rescued me. In truth, there was little I transpired because my senses had already fled. But even still, there was something about Artorias...”, she trailed off and stared at Ornstein. “That may be why I thought that it was Ornstein who saved me from the golem. They have a similar aura...”

Tempest had gotten starry eyed at her tale, not noticing anymore how uncomfortable Ornstein seemed to be, shifting around and clutching his spear.

“You are the princess from the tales about the Abyss Walker?! Oh, I never thought I would meet you in person!”, Tempest had both hands folded in front of his chest. “And you even shared some of your sorceries with me. Maybe getting Undead hasn't been as horrible as I thought!”

“I am glad that I could be of thine service.”, Dusk smiled but then she frowned. “Unfortunately, my tale doesn't have a happy ending. Much alike Artorias, it was too late for my kingdom. It was corrupted by the Abyss and there was nothing we could do anymore. It fell and now only ruins are proof that there ever had been the town of Oolacile.”

“...I am sorry to hear.”, Tempest said, gaze on the ground, scrabbling the ground with his foot. “I didn't want to make any bad memories resurface.”

Dusk shook her head: “It's quite alright. It has been long in the past for you. I shouldn't dwell on things that can't be changed anymore. Thou have my gratitude to free me of the golem, so that I can be with my people until the very end at least. Please, if you need my services, just call upon me.”

Dusk disappeared after this words, but her summon sign stayed. Tempest laid a hand on it and determined that it was still warm.

“Are you done? Can we leave already?”, Ornstein growled.

“Ornstein, you act strange.”, Tempest said, putting both hands in his hip as he addressed the dragon slayer. “That was the princess that your friend, the legendary Abyss Walker, saved and you intended to just walk away? Every child knows this story. The story about the knight and his trusty companion, the grey wolf, who traversed the darkness, slayed a beast and saved the princess of the golden town!” Tempest had gotten starry eyed again as he recited the tale that his mother had to tell him dozen of times as a bed time story.

“...That tale isn't true...”, Ornstein murmured and turned around.

“What?”, Tempest said. He had the impression that Ornstein had just said that this story was false, but he wasn't too sure. The dragon slayer had muttered the sentence under his breath and with his helmet on he was barely audible.

“Let's just leave. We wasted enough time.”, Ornstein said and started to walk but stopped when Tempest didn't move. “What are you waiting for, idiot?”

“Ornstein, don't you hear a voice...?”, Tempest said and took off his helmet. Hm, strange, he still could hear the voice but it was muffled, even without his ears being covered. That was when he realized that the voice came from inside his bag.

“What? Nobody is talking besides you and me? Don't tell me you go insane, little Storm.”, Ornstein said.

“I swear, there is a voice...”, Tempest put his bag on the ground and searched through it, various items flying around, including a sunlight medal, his white and orange soapstones, a few glowing souls and various keys. “Aha, there it is...”, Tempest said, withdrawing the broken pendant from his bag. “The voice is coming from here.”

“That thing... haven't we found this in the archives?”, Ornstein asked.

“Yes, it has been in a golden golem just like Dusk.”, Tempest nodded. “And now I suddenly can hear a voice from it.” He brought the pendant to his ear and frowned. “Hm, I can't really make out what it is saying...” He walked a few steps with the pendant on his ear and then exclaimed: “Hey, it is getting louder the nearer I get to the water!”

Tempest then stormed off and Ornstein hastily put his belongings back into his bag and shouted: “Little Storm, don't leave your stuff lying around like this!”, before following him into the water.

Tempest still had the pendant at his ear, murmuring to himself, sometimes stopping and shaking it, until they were at the far end of the watery body. Tempest just stood there with his mouth open, as he stared at the swirling vortex in front of him. Ornstein took a step back. He had a bad feeling about his, a very bad feeling.

“This hasn't been here before...”, Tempest said as he took a step forward and extended a hand.

“Idiot! You don't touch any mysterious swirling vortex!”, Ornstein scolded Tempest, still holding onto his bag, but it was too late. A large, extremely large hand, came out of the vortex and engulfed Tempest as a whole.

“Oh, you fucking idiot!”, Ornstein groaned and jumped in, trying to pry the hand open with his spear, but to no avail. He could feel the familiar sensation of getting pulled through space and time and landed hard on his stomach in a small, overgrown and dimly lit cave, fighting back the usual nausea after a teleport.

After he had regained control over his stomach, Ornstein pulled himself up and searched for Tempest who he found in front of a bonfire. “Come on, why doesn't this work?!”, the little Storm groaned. “Why can't I warp from here?”

Ornstein stood up and stomped over to Tempest, throwing his bag on the ground and putting both hands in his hip. Tempest turned his head and gave Ornstein a weak smile: “Oh, hey Ornstein...”

“You IDIOT!”, Ornstein yelled. “Where have you brought us?! Why did you think going near a swirling vortex was a good idea?! We could be anywhere!”

“...I am sorry...”, Tempest said, gaze down on the ground. “It appears that we are stuck here, because that bonfire won't let me warp.” He gave another weak smile that vanished instantly when Ornstein gave him another glare. That glare that Tempest couldn't see but very well feel.

“I... I promise I will find us a way out of here! For now, we should go forwards and see where we are.”, he shot up and collected his bag. “Thanks for picking up my stuff by the way, Ornstein. It would have been troublesome finding the way out of here without my things.”

“You have bigger problems than your things right now, little Storm.”, Ornstein growled, making Tempest duck.

“I already said sorry. Ornstein, I am aware that I messed up. Like I always do. But... I have the feeling that this pendant wanted me to be here. The pendant brought me here. And you too. So I guess we have some kind of task here and when we are done with it, then the pendant will bring us back.”, Tempest rambled.

“...If we are getting out of here, no, when we are getting out of here, I let you cook the most vile meal I can think of.”, Ornstein grumbled.

Tempest shuddered only at the thought of this. “Yikes... but I guess, I deserve it... Let's... let's just move for now. We won't find out where we are by staying in this tiny cave.”

“You have a point.”, Ornstein sighed, his anger still lingering, but he started to slowly calm down. “Then lead the way. You brought us into this mess, you bring us out of it.”

“On it.”, Tempest said and followed the cave until they were in front of a fog wall.

“These things never mean something good...”, Tempest said, taking a step back.

“Are you going through it or not?”, Ornstein asked, feeling his anger resurface.

Tempest checked the Estus on his belt which was filled to the brim and then nodded. “Follow me closely, Ornstein.” He then braced himself for the cold sensation of the fog wall and strode through it.

The first thing Tempest noticed once he had crossed the fog wall, was that his feet were getting wet. He sighed, that seemed to be a trend lately. He had been pretty wet to begin with, though, it would have been nice to be able to dry in the meantime.

Tempest's worries about his wet feet got scattered once he heard a roar and his gaze fell on an enormous beast, with the body of a lion, wings and horns. The creature then made a sizzling sound, one Tempest was far too familiar with and he ran for his life once it shot a quick series of lightning bolts his way.

“I knew that something unpleasant would be behind the door! There is never something pleasant behind them!”, he screamed. Well, besides Ornstein and when Tempest had encountered him the first time behind the fog door, he hadn't found it very pleasant to get stabbed to death with a spear right away.

As Tempest outran the last lightning bolt, he thought about the best way to attack this creature. It looked swift and nimble and it could probably fly. Which it did right at this moment, shooting another lightning bolt into the middle of the area, which spread from the impact in a circle. Figures that the lightning would stay on the water for a while.

It probably would be the best when Ornstein would be able to clip the creature's wings. Speaking of Ornstein, where was he? While Tempest was doing his best to stay alive, that creature was just as swift and nimble as he thought it would be, he managed to get a glimpse of the dragon slayer who still stood at the entrance of the arena, seemingly petrified.

“Ornstein! What are you doing?!”, Tempest screamed, running into his direction. “Help me out! Clip its wings or something!”

“A bird... and a cat... why does it have to be both...”, Ornstein murmured to himself, still not moving. Tempest jerked his head around to see that the “bird-cat” as Ornstein had just labelled it, was in the air again and in the process of swiping down.

“Ornstein! Move! Or it will get you!”, he yelled, hurling himself in front of the dragon slayer and getting the full brunt of the attack. Oooh, that had hurt. Tempest could practically feel how this claws ripped the flesh from his back and how his rips broke when he was hurled into the watery ground.

That finally got Ornstein out of his stupor. “Little Storm!”, he yelled.

“I am... fine..”, Tempest groaned and searched his Estus. “Ground this thing, please!”

Ornstein gave Tempest a nod and then jumped into the air, landing on the bird-cat just in time before it could make Tempest fly again by ramming him with its horns. Tempest found his Estus and quickly took two sips of it, feeling how the gashes in his back closed and his broken ribs knitted itself together, scrambling to his feet, gasping as he saw the struggle between Ornstein and the creature.

Ornstein had placed himself on the back of the creature, his left hand had gripped a horn while his right hand clutched his spear. Instead of attacking its wings though, Ornstein had quite some trouble staying in place, he seemed to use all his energy to not get knocked off the creature's back. Tempest quickly registered that Ornstein had trouble, because the bird-cat was a lot smaller than Ornstein's usual prey. Ornstein was used to fight dragons, beings that were large enough that he could stand on their neck and wouldn't have trouble balancing, the much smaller creature he was handling right now gave him a hard time finding his balance.

Tempest needed to help Ornstein somehow, distract the creature long enough so that he could find his balance and stab at least one of the wings. His first thoughts were his pyromancy, but Ornstein didn't like fire and when he would be confronted with it, he probably would have a bad reaction. So Tempest drew his bow from his back, getting an arrow into place and aimed... If only the creature would stay still for a moment! He let the bow go and the arrow fizzled next to the creature, not hitting anything at all. Tempest internally groaned and loaded another arrow, only to see that the creature's head had jerked around and stared into the direction of the arrow that had missed. This distraction had Ornstein given enough time to balance himself. Tempest reacted quickly and shot a second arrow, which hit the creature into the side and it growled in pain and jerked his head at Tempest.

“Now, Ornstein!”, Tempest yelled.

“You don't have to say this twice, little Storm!”, Ornstein shouted back and drove his spear deep into the frontal left wing of the bird-cat. Blood gushed out of the wound and the creature hissed and screamed in pain as Ornstein was quick-witted enough to clip one of the wings on the right of the creature too.

After another rain of blood mixed itself with the water, Ornstein jumped down from the creature's back and landed right next to Tempest. “Be careful, it's angry now.”, he hissed.

“At least it won't be able to fly up anymore.”, Tempest said, clutching his sword with both hands, determining that his shield would be of no use in this battle. Tempest gasped when he saw the creatures spreading its two remaining wings, surely it wouldn't be able to fly like this anymore, but the creature didn't intend on flying, instead it flapped the wings forward and a strong gust came his and Ornstein's way. The dragon slayer pretty much grabbed Tempest vest at the back of his neck and jumped into safety with him.

“That thing is dangerous...”, Ornstein murmured as the creature needed a moment to recover from the heavy attack.

“So how do we fight it?”, Tempest asked.

“There aren't any tricks to use here. The arena is flat, so we can't use the ground to our advantage. In fact, the water at the bottom gives the creature an advantage, because of its lightnings bolts.”, Ornstein said.

“Speaking of...”, Tempest said as he heard the sizzling sound and both him and Ornstein dodged in different directions once a large lightning bolt impacted the ground.

“Can't you use the water for your lightning?”, Tempest asked as he ran next to Ornstein, away from the bird-cats deadly claws that tried to rip them apart.

“Good thought, but on one hand, that creature probably is rather sturdy when it comes to lighting and on the other hand, I would shock you too.”

Tempest shuddered. That didn't sound too thrilling. He wasn't eager having to die to Ornstein's lightning once again and this time the dragon slayer wouldn't even intend to kill him.

“So we have no choice but fight it head on?!”, Tempest shouted and rolled into the water to dodge a blow from the deadly claws.

“Exactly.”, Ornstein twirled around and his spear connected with the flank of the creature. Blood seeped out of the wound but it wasn't very impressed. “Damn, like I thought, it isn't very susceptible to lightning.”

“But it bleeds.”, Tempest said. “So far I could kill everything that bled. Or, somehow bled.” He charged in with his sword raised only to fly through the air once the creature had rammed him with its head.

“Little Storm, you need to be more careful when to attack.”, Ornstein said, running to the point of his supposed impact with the intent of catching him, but the bird-cat didn't let him and so Ornstein had to back away when the creature swept at him.

In the meantime, Tempest had impacted and found his Estus to once again heal the broken bones he got from the impact. In the meantime, he had gotten used to it. Of course it still hurt, but knowing that his Estus would just heal him in a few seconds, made the pain very much bearable.

Once Tempest had put his Estus away, his eyes got wide when he saw that the bird-cat was in front of him, but turned around, its rear in Tempest's vision. He shot up and ran over to give the thing a good slash, but stumbled backwards when he realized that the creature had a scorpion's tail and lashed out with it, the stinger mere inches away from his shoulders.

“Crap! Ornstein, this thing has a scorpion tail!”, Tempest yelled. “Don't let yourself get hit by its tail, it probably is poisonous!”

“Damnit!”, Ornstein cursed. “Whoever made this creature thought about everything!”

Made? Tempest was a bit confused at Ornstein's word at first, but judging that the creature had the body of lion, horns of a goat, wings like a bird and the tail of scorpion, it felt truly like someone made this creature. Surely a hybrid animal like this couldn't exist naturally.

“Little Storm, distract it for me.”, Ornstein said.

“...What?! How?!”, Tempest shot up and felt his knees getting weak. He didn't think that he would be able to stand his ground against this thing without Ornstein's help at all. In fact, all he had did so far was supporting Ornstein and get hit.

“Just get its attention on you, I only need a minute.”, Ornstein said and jumped up into the air, landing onto the creature's back another time. Oh, that was what he meant. Tempest got out his bow and shot an arrow at the creature immediately, not caring if it would hit. To his surprise, the arrow hit the creature right between the eyes and it howled in pain.

Which apparently was just what Ornstein needed, because Tempest could see how the creature doubled over and shook his head, hissing and growling in sheer agony as its tail dropped to the ground.

“Now we shouldn't have to fear anything anymore.”, Ornstein said, suddenly standing besides Tempest, who gasped in surprise.

“Other than its teeth and razor sharp claws.”, he said.

“They are easily enough avoided.”, Ornstein said, preparing himself for his dash attack. “Once I wounded it, you come in and give it the final blow.”

Tempest nodded, hoping that his body would obey him. He watched as Ornstein dashed forwards and left a nasty gash in the creature's side with his spear. Tempest ran behind Ornstein as fast as he could, which still felt awfully slow and then drove his sword deep into the creature's open mouth.

It convulsed for a second or two before collapsing into the ground and Tempest could feel how the soul of the creature got drawn to his dark sign. He let himself fell onto the ground, not caring that he would get wet again, and panted heavily.

“Little Storm, are you alright?”, Ornstein asked, having coming over to him.

“Ornstein, that was so scary...”, Tempest said, shuddering. “I barely did anything. You carried the fight. I needed all my strength to survive.”

“And you didn't die.”, Ornstein said, laying a gloved hand on Tempest's shoulder, who flinched at this touch. Normally Ornstein wouldn't get so physical.

“Hm, I guess...”, he said. “Though... if not for you, I don't think I could have won. I probably would have been dead in ten seconds.”

Ornstein's hand disappeared from Tempest's shoulder and he could see the dragon slayer fidgeting. “...It was you who brought me out of my stupor. If not for you, it could have very well been me that would be dead... And you know... it would have been permanent...”

Tempest shuddered, this time not because of the fight, but because of Ornstein's words. “Don't say something like this, Ornstein.”, he said, looking gloomily at the ground. “I don't want to see you dead.”

“Oh? That was very different when we fought in the cathedral.”, Ornstein said.

Tempest shot up, practically yelling: “I didn't know back then! Besides, you killed me like … thirty times and I failed to kill you, so you have no right to talk!”

Ornstein chuckled: “That is the little Storm I want to see. Now, let's find out where we are so that we can find our way back.”

“I hope there will be a bonfire soon. I need to repair my armour, I want o spend my souls and you didn't had a break for a while, Ornstein.”, Tempest hummed, scanning the area and then heading for a tunnel he could spot.

“If you think I need a break to eat, I am still full from breakfast.”, Ornstein said. “I still would like to take your offer on a break, though I don't need more than a few minutes.”

“I will surely need a few minutes at the bonfire, but you can take a longer break than that, Ornstein.”, Tempest said. “Aren't you exhausted after running around the whole morning and fighting?”

“...I was used to much worse.”, Ornstein simply said and dropped the subject altogether.

The tunnel led the duo into a clearing with a bonfire, where Tempest cheerily ran towards and lighted it, working on his armour and on using up soul power while Ornstein disappeared into the bushes for a little while. Strange, he had the feeling he had seen this particular clearing before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

Once Ornstein returned to the bonfire and sat himself down, waiting for Tempest to be finished, he noticed that the little Storm was staring particular hard at a certain wall.

“What are you looking at?”, Ornstein asked, putting the visor of his helmet up to drink a little water.

“...There is a mushroom with a face growing out of this wall.”, Tempest said and pointed at the aforementioned direction.

Ornstein's gaze followed the one of Tempest and once he saw the mushroom that Tempest had mentioned his canteen fell out of his hands. “But... that's.. Elizabeth... this can't be...”, he said, hands shaking.

“Elizabeth? You tell me, that mushroom has a name? Can it talk? I am going to talk to it!”, Tempest exclaimed and ran over to Elizabeth, leaving Ornstein alone with this thoughts.

If that was Elizabeth, then... no, it couldn't be. It had been hundreds of years ago. However... he did had the feeling that he had seen that bird-cat once before, in fact, he was pretty sure he had drawn a picture of it once. Back when he had come to Oolacile to attend Artorias' burial. That had also been when Princess Dusk had introduced him to Elizabeth, the mushroom lady had helped him with a particular bad self induced stomach ache.

Ornstein's gaze wandered to Tempest who was talking with what supposedly was Elizabeth, he seemed excited and... confused. After a while he waved to the mushroom and came back to Ornstein.

“Ornstein, that Elizabeth mushroom said strange stuff.”, he said. “She told me that I came from a far age and then asked me if I could rescue Dusk who has been snatched away by a creature of the abyss. But... but... why did she ask me? Wasn't it Artorias who did this? And what did she mean I came from a far age? I don't understand anything she tried to tell me...”

Ornstein's breath hitched at Tempest's words. Could it be... did... they travel through time...?

“Little Storm...”, he choked out. “You know that the time in Lordran is convoluted.”

Tempest stared at Ornstein with a bewildered look but then nodded: “Yes. This is why I sometimes can see the phantoms of other Undead or the messages they leave and...”, he shuddered at this, “I can even see how they died sometimes.”

Ornstein shook his head: “This situation is different. I mean, everything you said is true, but... that pendant you had... it... threw us a few hundred years back...”

Tempest's eyes grew wide and he searched for the pendant in his belongings: “This old, broken thing?!” He stared very hard and intense at it. “Hey, when it brought us here, maybe it can bring us back.”

“It wasn't the only thing bringing us here.”, Ornstein said. “Remember the vortex?”

“Yes.”, Tempest gave Ornstein a sheepish smile. “You got really mad at me for having touched it.”

“Well, I think we need to find a similar vortex like this...”, Ornstein said. “Then we might be able to find ourselves back in Darkroot Basin at our own time...”

“Hmmm...”, Tempest said. “Elizabeth mentioned something about the abyss. Maybe we should search there?”

“Wait...”, Ornstein said, a hand at his helmet, “Little Storm, what exactly did Elizabeth tell you?”

“Hmmmm.”, Tempest paced up and forth as the tried to recall. “Like I said earlier, that I am not from this age and then she asked me to rescue Dusk. That is the part which confused me because I always thought it was Artorias who did save her.”

Ornstein suddenly shot up and hissed: “Artorias!”

“Huh?”, Tempest said. “What about Artorias? Wait, I think that Elizabeth mentioned him too... Wait, is he still alive in this time?! Is he here? Are you telling me I can meet another knight of Gwyn?!”

“Stop talking, just come with me.”, Ornstein grabbed Tempest's arm and practically dragged the small Undead along. He never thought he would have a chance to relive this fateful day, but here they were. “It might not be too late... We have to hurry!” Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/617920779524440064/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-26-fandom-dark

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