Twilight appeared, yet again, in a flash of fire. This time she appeared in a dark forest, one that was very similar to the one she was in when she was attacked by those men, except she was on a ledge that overlooked the stone keep. Twilight heard voices and turned around, spotting a faint light coming from the ruin nearby. So she climbed up another ledge and walked till she quickly found a hole in a stone wall, Twilight peered in and spotted a small fire at the bottom of the building. Twilight trotted closer to the edge and saw a pair of people sitting next to the fire. One in golden armor with a yellow cloak and one in leathers and wearing bits of metal.
"So I walked straight up to that fog gate, and found three skeletons, in massive bone thrones!" The woman in leathers exclaimed, waving her arms in the air. "After I killed the three, even more skeletons popped up! I then promptly screamed and ran about, dodging those bonewheels and slashes from the bone heads." The woman laughed with the man in golden armor.
"Gods above, Qil, you now know that if those wheels spot you, the best thing to do is fucking run!" The man roared with laughter, while the woman known as Qil frowned and smacked her companion over the head. Then she noticed Twilight, who was walking down the stairs nearby, Qil slightly patted the man's shoulder.
"We got company, Wilhelm." Qil said quietly, the man looked up and immediately gripped the hilt of a sword on his hip, not quite aggressively but more cautiously.
"Um, you aren't gonna attack me are you?" Twilight asked hopefully, her eyes begging.
"Depends, are you gonna come over here and tell us why you look like you've gone through Izalith and back?" Wilhelm asked as he patted the stoney ground next to him, his hand now off his sword. Twilight looked surprised, then realised she probably looked filthy, but she still come over and collapsed in a heap next to the fire. "Well then, Qil, tell me if you've seen anything like her on your travels."
"Hmm, perhaps that Chariot, but the horses were just bones and had two heads. This one is smaller, and cuter." Qil said causally, causing Twilight to 'eep' and blush.
"So I guess not, well I haven't either." Wilhelm stated. "So, what are you? If you don't mind me asking."
"I'm a pony, more specifically a unicorn!" Twilight said happily, now feeling safer with these two people.
"A unicorn?" Wilhelm asked before shrugging. "Never heard of one, you still haven't told us your story." But just before Twilight could say anything, she was embraced by flames and whisked away. Leaving the two siblings alone, now slightly sad that they couldn't make a friend.
A knight in the armour of the Lothric Knights wandered through the swamp, listening to the cries of anguish. Soon he saw a person stagger from behind a tree, garbed in leather armour, though the person who wore it was clearly hollow. The hollow screamed and swung its arm at the knight, throwing a large bolt of lightning. The knight rolled under the bolt and rushed through the swamp with his spear ready to pierce the hollow's chest, but the hollow pulled a rapier from a sheath and stabbed at the knight. The knight simply smacked the blade aside and slammed his spear through the hollow, not expecting the hollow to whisper a few last words in his ear.
"Wilhelm... where did you... go?" The knight kicked the hollow off his spear and searched the corpse, finding a scribbled note. The knight took a glance at the hollow, then started to sprint to the keep, towards the Catacombs of Carthus. Soon the knight came across another hollow, sitting against a pillar near the entrance of the Catacombs. The knight approached the hollow in the yellow cloak, who suddenly threw himself at the knight. The hollow swung a large, rectangular greatsword about wildly. The knight repeated his parry and slaughtered the hollow, who gave a last sigh.
"Qil... this way... Qil." The hollow muttered then fell back from the spear, dropping a small and bland pendant. The knight picked it up and looked it over, it was useless. Yet the knight still took it, taking pride in the small object. He didn't notice, as he left to the Catacombs, the hollowed form of Wilhelm start to quiver. The once proud explorer, now reduced to nothing. The last few thoughts, all must've been the last bit of his sanity, was of his lost sister, who he left behind.