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Prologue
One soul, multiple lives, memories of old and new.
Purpose.
To be Elden Lord.
Tarnished you may be but a Lord you are destined to be.
Friends made and friends lost, joy and sadness, clenching and gripping at the tarnished very heart, no, very soul is a better way to put it.
The journey was long and hard, would have been impossible if not for his maiden.
Melina.
The one who gave the tarnished the strength to best his foes that was on the trail to lordship. To turn runes into strength so that he will be Lord.
Countless times death had claimed the tarnished but never fully since the concept of death had been removed by queen Marika the eternal, the god of the lands.
Each death lead to horrors of agony and pain, but in every re-awakening was his maiden with him, beside him, to help the tarnished get up and fight.
Countless being slain from the simplest of mortals to the mightiest of demigods.
But it all changed when Melina used herself to set the erdtree aflame so that the tarnished may be offered lordship.
With his maiden gone, nothing was worth fighting, but he still kept his promise to everyone, and Melina to become Elden Lord, even if it didn’t sound as appealing as before.
With death restored there is only one thing left to do. To enter the erdtree and claim lordship.
Follow the story of a tarnished of no renown, a tarnished whose name has been lost in the echos of time, a tarnished who will see history repeat itself, the history that led to the shattering.
But will this tarnished be able to change and alter history so that the shattering will not happen and see what internal family problems the Carian and Golden family have.
As the firstborn child of said families.