(Hollow's POV)

I was there, siting on the ashes surrounded by the dark. Without thinking about anything, without moving. Surprisingly, i was still breathing. I looked at the extinguished bonfire, where the first flame should be. After so many fights, once again, i was able to touch the first flame to lit it once again.

But... the flame was far too weak to be lit again. Now, it's weakned divine power rests within me. Even if i have it, it's completely useless. It's far too weak to light upon the world again.

I failed on my misson, i was unable to lit the fire. Well, i should been already expecting this. Why did i tought that a pile of ashes like me could fuel the fire once again? I was burned far too many times...

When was the first time that i lited the flame? I think... after Gwyn did it? I do remember fighting him after all...

How many time has passed since then? A thousand, hundreds of thousands years? How many time i've been siting here? No, that doesn't metter. I've already failed, i don't want to suffer anymore. I will just stay here, on the dark with the first flame inside me.

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Oh my, aren't i very talktive? I've been here in complete silence all this time, why i'm thinking more right now? Is this a sign that i'm going hollow? Will i lose my mind like almost everyone that i met before?

Solaire, Rhea, Logan, Siegmeyer and his daughter, Sieglinde. I can still remember their names. What a strange feeling... well, i met them after i turned into a undead after all.

While thinking about the past, a soft light lits under me. Shocked, i look at the source of the light, a large circle with complicated pattern. What is this?

Then, i hear the voice of a girl, calling me. Then, the light blinds me for one second, and then, what i see is a wide, blue sky.