Hazel opened her eyes and felt the cool moss under her hands. Wafts of mist floated heavily over the Cemetery of Ash, and the old graves stuck out of the ground like tangled fingers. Next to her sat Ivy, her faithful companion – a rat with fluffy grey fur and a small, curious snout. Hazel stroked Ivy gently and smiled. ‘Well, my little Ivy, a new day in a new world! What kind of adventure do you think awaits us?’
Hazel sensed something dark and sad here, but she looked ahead with a smile. ‘These old souls here… maybe they’re just lonely,’ she murmured when she saw the dead figures before her. ‘Come on, I promise I won’t forget you.’ Ivy squeaked in agreement, and together they made their way through the graves. With each touch from Hazel, small flowers sprouted from the cold, grey ground, as if nature were helping her to leave her mark.
After a long path and many careful steps, Hazel reached the Shrine of Firelink. It was a mysterious place, filled with an ancient, soft light. The shrine maiden gave her a quiet nod, and Hazel made a childish bow, as if she had found a new friend. ‘Hello there! Such a friendly smile can only come from a pure heart!’ Hazel beamed at the maiden, who took her words in silence.
Before she set off, Hazel placed a hand on the moss at the edge of the shrine and whispered a silent prayer. ‘May my steps be gentle, and may I stand in the way of no one,’ she said to Ivy. ‘But if danger threatens, I will remain steadfast like the roots of a tree!’
The walls of Lothric were high, cold and dark. It felt as if the stones themselves had forgotten what sunlight looked like. But Hazel remained hopeful. ‘Ivy, look at the wall! It may be a little grumpy, but maybe we can bring a smile to its face.’ As she fought the undead that guarded the wall, she moved with the grace of a small deer. The forces of nature protected her – vines shot up from the ground and held her enemies fast while Ivy nimbly darted between the opponents who tried to catch the clever rat.
Even when the fighting became more exhausting, Hazel never lost her smile. ‘These poor souls… maybe we can bring them the peace they have longed for so long.’
In the shadows of the High Wall, a formidable foe awaited – Vordt of Northwind Dale. Hazel saw the large, beast-like creature and felt the cold in its breath. But instead of being afraid, she paused for a moment and spoke gently: ‘You are a mighty guardian, Vordt, and I respect your task. But I must pass through this wall to follow the light.’
Vordt roared and charged at her. Hazel, however, faced him with the calmness of a tree. She raised her hands, and the earth beneath her feet came to life. Roots and tendrils shot out, wrapping around Vordt’s legs and holding him back for a moment. ‘Mother Nature, give me the strength to soothe this soul,’ Hazel whispered as she unleashed her natural magic.
With Ivy at her side, she deftly danced between Vordt’s attacks. It was a long, intense battle, but in the end, the massive guard fell. Hazel knelt down and placed a hand on the cold being. ‘May you rest in peace, guard. You have served well.
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