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The fallen leaves tell a story.
The great Elden Ring was shattered.
In our home, across the fog, the Lands Between.Now, Queen Marika the Eternal is nowhere to be found,and in the Night of the Black Knives, Godwyn the Golden was the first to perish.Soon, Marika's offspring, demigods all, claimed the shards of the Elden Ring.
The mad taint of their newfound strength triggered the Shattering.
A war from which no lord arose.
A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Will.
Arise now, ye Tarnished.
Ye dead, who yet live.
The call of long-lost grace speaks to us all.
Hoarah Loux, chieftan of the badlands.
The ever-brilliant Goldmask.
Fia, the Deathbed Companion.
The loathsome Dung Eater.
And Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All-knowing.
And one other. Whom grace would again bless.
A Tarnished of no renown.
Cross the fog, to the Lands Between.
To stand before the Elden Ring.
And become the Elden Lord.
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[Arise now ye tarnished cultivate thy strength, Thy kind will welcome a new age of growth or ruin]
I woke up with a sudden jolt my heart was beating much faster than it should. I looked around, for the voice that spoke to me in my dreams was either gone or watching me from a far. 'Tarnishd' it calld me a tarnished. Tarnished only came from one place One of the Greatest games i had played Elden ring. You would think that would be the most peculiar part of my situation however one look at my body gave me a much larger cause to freak out, and made a squeaky yelp come out my lips.
Why am i a fucking kid again. Granted i was young before but i was a full on kid here by the length of my body and the smoothness of my skin and the fact my voice was much squeakier than it should be. I could guess I was about the age of a seven year old child.I had to find a mirror quick. This had to be some sort of sick joke.
Quickly i sprung up from my bed and surveyed my surroundings. I was in a large room with red brick walls covered with thick lines of dust and spots of mold. The room itself held about 6 beds each spaced apart from each other to allow space for wooden drawers holding what i assume to be bellongings and a stand for some picture frames above them. Some were pictures with famous celebrities, some with pictures were of older people i couldnt recognise.Probably parents. In front of the beds were three wardrobes
I should probably get dressed if im correct on where i think i am.
I opened the one nearest to my bed and grabbed what i assumed to be my clothes. But with the many clothes off handly thrown in here i wasn't sure. I put on a plan black t-shirt and some shorts white socks and ran out off my room. My room?. Lets call it mine.
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Tarnished : Percy jackson and the lightning thief
General FictionAt the time of his death Y/N had many thoughts coursing through his mind. But a single voice . A single calling spurred him an many others to action. "Arise now, ye Tarnished." Will he use the most of this second life given by grace?
