He Without a Name (1/3)

Lordran.

The city of gods.

By now, it is already established who it housed, what it means to the world's history, and so on and so forth.

But there is always one missing legend, one whose statues were brought down in hopes he is forgotten.

One exiled for "Treachery".

It was he, the first born of the Great Lord Gwyn, one whose name is forgotten, one who embraced that fact, and took up the title of the "Nameless King", and later on, "King of the Storms".

Who was he exactly? A god of war? A deity? All long past.

Now, let the story flow.

His name is still lost, but he once served and aided his father, the Great Lord Gwyn, in the battle against the Everlasting Dragons.

But all along, he was a man deeply mesmerized and entranced by the dragons.

No matter how much his father tried to emphasize how evil and how dangerous the dragons were, the son never listened.

In fact, he only grew more tired of his father's persistent attitude, and one day, he was found aiding a dragon in escaping from captivity.

His father, having had enough, exiled him, and not just any form of exile, it was a level above excommunication, it was total erasure from history's books itself.

He removed any trace of the king, any statue of him, and to this day, you can see an empty stand where his pillar is supposed to be, in the great castle of Anor Londo.

But, the son cared not, he knew he was free, he was thankful that his father bore no heart to kill him, and so, he sought the dragons, or, whatever remained of them.

After a journey filled with slaughter, the Nameless King found himself enlightened, finally achieving his eternal dream, to enter the land of the dragons.

The Archdragon Peak.

A land filled with worshipers of dragons, the Nameless King found himself very much at home.

He was, afterall, finally getting his reward for such a perilous travel.

And overtime, as the world crumbled, and the flame began to flicker and fade, the Nameless King sat atop the world as a man whose strength and will to protect the land he claimed were unbreakable.

He refused to bend to any order from his father requesting aid, nor requests from his brother and sisters.

But, coming to a day of reckoning, where the entire world, or what remained of its collapsed remains anyways, stood as an observer of the glorious combat between him and a mere human.

But the Nameless King does not look down on anyone, for he himself, was once the lowest of the low, an outcast of Lordran.

The fight lasted what seemed to be ages, as the Nameless King's dear friend, his own steed, his dragon, lost its life, he claimed its power for himself, and unleashed his thunder.

His enemy, dying, again and again, took a toll on the Nameless King, as the enemy would not give up no matter what.

Eventually... The Nameless King lost his life in battle.

All his glory was finally laid to rest, but he did not hate this.

It was much better than losing his life, his dignity, to his father or anyone from Lordran.

He did not know it ceased to exist long ago, that is how isolated the land was.

In his final moments, the Nameless King fell onto one knee, using his spear to keep himself up.

He looked at the contender who had just defeated him.

They both nodded to each other, once.

It was a sign of mutual respect, and a pact forming, it is so the contender slays dragons no more, and just leaves this land, after finishing his quest here.

Both parties left their nods as their respective signatures of agreement, and that was the last thing the Nameless King saw, before his vision faded to black.

And after that, the contender walked off, and never came back ever again.

Which leads us to..

{Confirmed, individual...

Failed to recognize name....

Repeating.

Confirmed, individual...

Failed to recognize name....

Repeating.

Confirmed-}

It just went on and on and on, over and over and over again, endlessly.

But it stopped at one point.

{Confirmed, granting unidentified individual the name "Faraam"...

Failed, reason:

Another individual named Faraam already exists.

Granting another name...

Success.

Unidentified individual has been granted the name "Gwynnen".}

Gwynnen, a name signifying the fact that he is the son of the Great Lord Gwyn, something he would surely not accept.

{Confirmed, individual "Gwynnen" has been granted the Unique Skill [Storm King].

Sub-Skills:

- [Wind Manipulation]

- [Herald of Thunder]: Using the power of the storm, the holder can summon thunder to empower his attacks or cause lightning strikes at any given location within a set radius.

- [Call of Dragons]: The holder is able to tame any and all dragons that roam free and have no proper conscience, at a cost of Magicules.

The dragons tamed have absolute loyalty to the holder and do not miss an order from the holder.

- [Path of Exile]: The more dragons and creatures that oppose the primordial flame the holder aligns with, they gain more strength, and the opposite holds true, the more creatures that have an alignment to the primordial flame the holder allies with, they grow weaker.

Individual "Gwynnen" has been reincarnated.

This concludes the window of reincarnation.}

And in the next second, the Nameless King, no longer nameless, found himself awake, at the highest peak of a mountain.

Where was he? He knew not.

But, the second he awoke, a small smile crept on his face.

He sat upright, and saw countless dragons flying everywhere.

Was this paradise? Maybe it was.

He stood up and roamed the mountain he awoke on, he instantly knew he was no longer in his world, he had clearly listened to the entirety of the announcement, for he had nothing to worry about then, and nothing to worry about now.

He can enjoy the serenity of the view uninterrupted.

Nothing appealed to him more than a view like this.

But nothing lasts forever, as he felt a creature approaching from behind, a creature that was in fact a dragon.

The king, now Gwynnen, turned around to meet this being, as he felt no hostility from it.

A towering dragon of the darkest black color.

Its mouth was emanating a chaotic black colored effect.

This was an old old friend of Gwynnen.

It was this dragon that he tried to free, this dragon that the then young Gwynnen tried to save.

It was the ancient dragon of legend, the Darkeater Midir.

The same Midir the gods sentenced to never ending damnation fighting off the abyss, which lingers on in its existence, though, not as much as Gwynnen expected.

Midir was a descendant of the ancient dragon race, the Everlasting Dragons, and had been raised by the Gods to fend off the abyss.

But Gwynnen saw no need for that, as he thought that if the abyss was such a danger, the gods themselves must fight it off an quell it eternally, but he was denied all of his proposals.

In truth, the gods feared the abyss, and Gwyn viewed it as the pinnacle of his nightmares; for the abyss spreading means the end of the Age of Fire...

Now, back to the moment at hand.

From Gwynnen's point of view, he saw a pulchritudinous black dragon, one free from all its shackles, aiming to wander the entirety of the world, but also wanting to finally enjoy its life with its dragon brothers and sisters.

From Midir's point of view, he saw a mighty warrior that has given his life for the path of the dragon.

One man equal to hundreds of dragons.

The dragon lowered its head, and Gwynnen approached.

He, remembering one of his skills, [Call of Dragons], activated said skill after a quiet thought.

Magicules left his body, but he cared not.

He saw two long trails of energy flying directly into Midir's existence, and Midir completely laid down.

{Confirmed, the dragon "Midir" has been taken in as a dragon pet for individual "Gwynnen".

Confirmed, individual "Gwynnen" has been granted the title "Storm-Dragon King"

Confirmed, the dragon "Midir" is entering evolution stage into "Abyss Arch-Dragon".}

Midir lost his consciousness in front of Gwynnen, and he entered evolutionary slumber.

Gwynnen finally opened his mouth for the first time in ages, because he needed not communication in Archdragon Peak.

-"Rest.. Well.

I shall require thy aid..."

He coughed a little, for his throat has not experienced movement for so, so long.

He stood up, and wandered the mountains, he came across multiple dragons, none of which attacked him, in fact, they all acted more peaceful around him.

It was almost like a manipulating effect.

He wandered more and more, and he reached a great great discovery.

A bonfire.

He reached it, and went to ignite it, but it exploded, but, thankfully, he reacted in time and jumped back.

A great tree-like creature emerged, it was massive in size, and it rose slowly from the bonfire.

The creature ceased emerging after its body showed.

Gwynnen looked at such a beast, but his view on this creature immediately changed when it spoke.

-"Son of the Old One, I am Aldia, one who has longed to reduce the power of the flame, and fight against it.

I, like you, have no intention of siding with the accursed gods of the weakening flame.

I have acquired kinship of dragons, much like you.

I am your earlier image.

I am your end result.

Have you decided to give yourself in to the path of the dragon, like my own creations and chosen ones?

Have you decided to search for higher power to destroy that which you have long despised?"

The Arch-Tree lifeform in front of him was a legend among legends, he who taught many a disciples, and he who sought to shed the yolk of an ancient curse.

But all of that was unknown to the formerly Nameless King...