(As a small note, I haven't recently updated the story and where the horizontal line is where the two chapters originally branched off. I found these in the depths of my Google Drive and thought to up load it)

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Dark Souls (copyright mark) FromSoftware inc.
Credit for art where it's due

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Night came before him as it always had and he soon found himself asleep in the damp cell waiting for morning to come. During the night he could have sworn he heard The sound of stone being moved but it must of been nothing. When the morning came light shone on Droart's face from a hole in the decrepit walls of his cell when he looked around he had one thought. "Where's the Blacksmith?" The only thing droart saw in his cell was the sword hilt that the Smith had "Did he leave earlier than planned or..." Droart started to doubt himself "Did he even exist in the first place.... No! I must have faith otherwise i will go hollow for sure." Droart sat in his cell and waited. Seconds became minutes. minutes became hours. Droart was losing his faith in his own belief that the smith actually existed slowly he felt a darkness slowly spread on his body slowly spreading outwards. "I guess this is where my story ends. Trapped in a cell left to hollow and fade away like a old memory." Droart had given up he let the darkness slowly spread. "May my soul live on in another form..." Droart looked up he saw a small hole open up in the cell he saw a familiar shadow toss a body into the cell and close the hatch afterwards "Smith...?" Droart soon checked the body and found a small rusted key he placed it into the hole in the cell door and turned it.....

It unlocked....

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Once the door opened the darkness stopped and disappeared. The only thing Droart had left was his armor and the sword hilt from the smith. "I need to find the smith". Droart remembered the conversation he had with the smith before he slept.

"When I leave you must wait for me to get you out. After that we will meet up in the main hall so we could leave" The smith kept this word on getting him out so he will have to reach him so that they could leave this awful place.

As Droart left his cell he saw two hollows in the hallway weeping."This place... will not control me."As he said that out loud he rushed past the two hallows not bothering them. "It would be best not to start things i can't finish." He said to himself. after running down the hallway he climbed the stairs upward to the main hall where he saw a familiar figure "Smith is that you?" Droart asked. "Is there any other?" The smith chuckled lightly wielding one of the swords a guard had and his armor "Well we should get going." As he finished his sentence he turned around and pushed on the giant door behind him. With a loud screech it opened. They both walked walked to the center of the room heading to the exit before them. "You must have a lot of unfinished business back at... Watch Out!" The smith tackled Droart off to the side just as a asylum demon crashed down from the ceiling right where they were."Damm... and were so close!" The demon looked there way and pulled its club back readying to smash them with it "We must retreat before we are killed again!" they both rolled to the side avoiding the club as it slammed down into the stone right next to them making the worn stone crack. As Droart gathered his surrounding he saw a open gate not to far from where they were so he grabbed the smiths arm and rushed them threw the door and ran down the hallway. "heh.... you're quick on your feet.... you hear" The smith panted heavily from the event that just happened. "It's good to.... be able to know when to fight and when to run.... don't forget" The smith stood back up a bit and started to walk with Droart down the hall and saw a hollow but this one was different. It was a guard and he was armed with a bow and armor that looks like it has aged with time "pss..... look over there" The smith pointed to a giant hole in the hallway that had a shield right in a pile of rubble."Grab that and that hollow will be forced to retreat. and look what he has behind him" Droart squinted to get a better look and he saw a chest with a sword sticking out of it."play your cards right and you could get that as well" Droart noded and made haste towards the hole. the hollow noticed him and started shooting at him a arrow at a time. Droart dodged the arrows with ease as he used to train to dodge arrows when he a squire. With a roll he grabbed the shield and charged right at the hollow down the hall. The hollow noticed the arrows will not help and he ran down his right. "heh. good work scaring him off but you better grab that sword so you can defended yourself." with that said Droart opened the box and got a better look at the weapon. It was a broadsword with a leather grip the blade itself had little ware as if it was just laying there."Ahh.... a broadsword. I havent layed my eyes on one of these in a long time..." The smith smiled a Droart lifted up the sword with his hand and placed it on his side securing it to him so that he is ready for when he needs it."Well let's get going." As they both turned to head down the hall where the hollow had ran. A arrow flew past Droart’s face barely missing him by a inch."Heh he doesn't give up does he?" Droart pulled up his shield in his left hand and his unsheathed his sword with his right and ran down the hall to fight the hollow himself. The hollow put his bow away just as he noticed the arrow just missed and pulled out a sword and went after Droart.