Frostborne

by The_Nocturnal_Raven

Summary:

Fuyumi Todoroki is a timid girl by nature, but when her brother becomes mad from neglect... she is killed by his azure flames. Reborn in a world stuck in a gothic age, her crippling illness forces her to travel to the city of Yharnam, for its legendary blood healing...

Chapter 1: The Crucible

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Recommended Music: Dream Respite

 

 

 

He was angry. Nothing was ever good when he was angry. When he was angry, everything went wrong. Went worse. His wrath was not to be trifled. Terrified, Fuyumi stayed in her room. There was no reason to tempt the dragon. Especially with a worthless girl such as herself. He made that very apparent. Her father was the legendary hero Endeavour, second best in the field with his Hellflame quirk... but that wasn't good enough. But his competition was the near omnipotent, uncontested number one, Allmight. He couldn't compete with his sheer strength... so he decided to win vicariously through his children. Toya, her older brother, had a stronger quirk, a stronger pyrokinesis than her father, outright cremation... but inherited their mother's weakness to fire. Meaning that he constantly had horrific burns after every training session...

 

Then she was born. The second in line. For the first was flawed, and there had to be another attempt. Her name was Fuyumi. She had her mother's power over frost... but it was weak. Very much so. So, he tried again. Natsuo, her brother born after, had a similar quirk. Before her youngest brother was born, Toya was raised for greatness. He was given training at the start, but even when their father recognized the weakness of his flesh to his own gift... well, Toya was to be the promised student, then abandoned. The fourth, Shoto was born... and everything changed. He was left behind, abandoned by the greater will of the household, for the child who could use both fire and ice. The ultimate powerhouse, in terms of potential. If only Endeavour could ferment his skill with it.

This, of course, fanned the flames. From ash, to cinders, to a raging internal fire. Resentment burned within Toya. It seemed that only she could see it at first. Every day she saw his glittering blue eyes, filled with a desperate need... and burning hatred whenever Shoto was seen.

Tonight it was boiling over past its rubicon. She, and everyone else in the family could tell. He promised to "show him" his new strength, having trained his quirk without permission...

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the house. Immediately looking towards it, there was an ominous blue glow. Eyes widening, Fuyumi knew exactly what had happened. Toya's rage had overwhelmed him... and he needed someone to talk him down! Opening her room's door, the blue-eyed girl quickly ran out. Shoto was crying in his room, Natsuo and their mother working together to comfort him. However, Fuyumi was the only one who might be able to talk Toya out of whatever he's doing...

Reaching the back garden, Fuyumi's eyes widened. Blue flames circled her brother, while her father attempted to keep them at bay through his own power. Orange vs. Blue. The heat was unbearable, as attuned to cold as her body was, so getting between them would be suicide.

"CEASE YOUR FOOLISH ACTIONS AT ONCE, TOYA!"

"NO! NOT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT I CAN DO!" The boy's white hair blustered around, his skin burning, but him seemingly ignoring the pain. A manic expression lied on his face, showing who he really was. At this point... Toya was gone. The boy who would help keep her warm when younger, back when she wasn't able to control her ice... the boy, consumed by ambition, now laid them bare for all. Bracing herself, she walked into the area, using her arms to shield her eyes. "TOYA, STOP!"

Their attention was both turned to her. Her father was furious, roaring just as violently as his fire. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Meanwhile, Toya couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was his rock, and now siding with him of all people... or at least appeared to. "DON'T GET INVOLVED!"

"BUT YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!" The white and red haired girl called back, horrified now that she could see the entirety of the damage he'd done to himself. His skin was blackening, burning to the point of unrecognizability. He was a candle burning quickly, his flesh the wick that kept him alive...

But he wouldn't listen now. "YOU'RE WORKING FOR HIM NOW?!"

"NO! I just don't want you hurt..." That accusation cut deep, because it inferred a deep betrayal. She had tried to do nothing but help, but now his flames were even more intense, tied to his emotions. And now they were directed at her. The azure fire singed her flesh, bringing pain for a moment before it faded... the pain receptors melting away.

"TOYA! PLEASE!" The white haired girl screamed. She already had a weakness to heat. But now? The pain was too much. She could feel every nerve, every receptor at once. Her tears evaporated, leaving nothing but salt to protect her very vulnerable eyes... which only made it worse when they started melting too. The other two didn't pay attention, only concerned with their own ordeal... that they failed to notice that a gentle flower, an innocent girl, had burnt to death next to them...

 

 

 

 

Silence reigned over Fuyumi's mind as she was finally... free. Of the pain. Of the fear. Of him. After all, she was now dead. Is this... what death feels like? She wondered, confused. It's... warm, and comforting...

Attempting to open her eyes... she just couldn't. A perpetual sleep, encased in death's ever present embrace. Is this what it is to be at peace? Then why don't I feel like it? Why do I feel like I want to move? To be free of this? Moving a leg was far more difficult than anything else she could do. But try she did... and succeeded! She moved it as far as it would go... and hit something solid. It was unlike any material she could remember... but still, it meant that she was most likely not dead.

Where am I? Why is it so hard to move? Why can't I open my eyes?

Stuck with these questions, the girl felt herself becoming stronger over time. Larger. The pieces started to click, but it only really solidified itself... one day out of the blue. She had grown to match her new prison. If she spent any more time here, it would begin to hurt. That, and the cord connecting to her stomach had withered, and with that, no more food. She had to get out. There was an exit. Only one. And she was now strong enough to use it. That, and the prison itself seemed to want her gone. The walls contracted, pushing her through the escape. Maybe this wasn't a prison...?

Cold air greeted her head as she exited that place for the first and last time. It was cold. Oh so cold, compared to what she had experienced for oh how long inside... 

Opening her mouth, Fuyumi found her lungs full of liquid. She couldn't breathe. Coughing it out, the formerly white harried girl now opened her eyes... and found herself embraced by a beautiful woman. In many ways, she was similar to her mother. Pale hair, compassionate, caring... and then it hit her. This was her mother. Her new mother. Fuyumi had been conscious during her entire formation. That was why it had been so stifling to move. The girl was now an infant, unable to protect herself. She had been reborn.

 

 

Her parents looked down at her with pride. An elegant woman, with long, flowing pale hair. Her eyes were clear blue, just as her own were. However, instead of distinctly Japanese features, instead, she had elegant Germanic/Slavic ones. Or at least a mix of the two. 

Fuyumi's new father was completely different to her past one. Instead of red, he had dark, greying hair. His face was chiseled, a sign of foreign royalty still clinging onto him, even through his years, with an elegant handlebar mustache rested on his face as he looked down with pride. Endeavour never viewed her with such an emotion. It was... heartwarming. She continued to observe her new parents. Her mother wore a simple gown, of expensive materials and Of course, she couldn't understand what they were saying, but there was one word she could understand.

"Alina." It was a name. The way her new mother said it to her, full of love and care, far different than the fear that Rei, her previous mother held when she gave her Fuyumi. The delivery made all the difference. It was a reflection of the person who said it. This woman offered safety, comfort, free of pain and neglect, while the other... couldn't promise such things.

It was then that she made a specific realization. The most fundamental of them all. Fuyumi was dead. She died in a fire months ago. This was a moment of liberation. A fresh start. All beginning with a new name. Alina. It sounded powerful, beautiful... there was meaning in a name like that. Still continuing to look up, unflinchingly, curiously at this new place... all she could think was:

I am Alina... and I make my own fate.

Chapter 2: A Second Childhood

From that moment on, Alina was a diligent learner. She tried so hard to grow up, at least to the point where she could at least move on her own, but it was tricky. Her muscles and bones weren't ready yet, no matter how much she wanted to, they wouldn't support her... baby fat. Her father watched amused, while her mother actually giggled once at an unsuccessful attempt. Still, they were encouraging and nurturing. Even without being able to walk, she still tried other things. She started to understand the language. It was definitely archaic, and shared little similarity with Japanese, but she started to pick up certain phrases. There were certain people they discussed a lot. People they cared for and those they did not. There was a queen they were loyal to, but they had to hide because of another group of people. Whenever they were mentioned, it was with hushed tones.

And so, Alina found out that she was a descendant of a mighty queen, and shared the same resemblance to her as her mother did. They were fallen nobles, but with a strong bloodline. However, she soon learnt the words for 'mother' and 'father'. The trick was actually saying them. Relearning how to speak, especially in another language, was certainly difficult. And so, she practiced, out of earshot. The muscles in her jaw were certainly not well trained, but that, again, was practice. 

A week later, she thought she had it. So, when her mother cradled her in her arms, resting gently in bed... still exhausted from the birth, she looked up to her, and tried saying it. Mother.

"Mat-cha."

Immediately, the woman snapped her attention down to her. It was clear that it wasn't quite right, but she could tell that Alina was trying. "Áno, matka."

Trying again, the infant spoke, once more. Pronouncing it correctly, she said: "Matka".

"Áno, matka!" Exuberant, she called out to her husband, "Alexi!"

Rushing into the room, he was worried for a moment, before seeing her happy, "Čo je to, Sophia?"

"Ona hovorí!" Excitedly, she nudged Alina, all while saying, "Počúvaj!"

Alina swallowed, now with an audience of two, and said, looking at her mother, into her blue eyes, "Matka."

The celebration from this was long into the evening. After all, to learn speech quickly was a gift, and one that needed cultivation. But, it was a milestone nonetheless.

 

 

 

 

 

Eight months later, Alina figured that now was the time to try walking. Her bones seemed stronger, more stable. Struggling, she tried using furniture to stand. When her father saw this, he laughed, and decided to help in his own way. They both seemed aware that their little Alina was smarter than the average lass her age. This was a key example. Definitely something to cultivate.

Every step took less effort than before, as her body began to acclimate to the motions, to gain a sense of balance. The chubby limbs would become defined as she continued to grow. Every success, every birthday, celebrated without a catch. In a way unlike anything she was familiar with before. It... filled her heart with joy, and admiration for her parents. She learned their names, Sonia and Alexi Gorelick. Venerable children of nobles from the ancient land of Cainhurst, to their west. The immortal queen had protected her kin for as long as she could, until they came. Butchers who were frenzied with bloodlust, led by Logarius. The Executioner who was made a martyr by all outside... except for them.

It was why they had to be cautious. About their affiliations. If they were found to be of the lineage... well... they would come.

Still, Alina continued to grow. Tall and beautiful, a mirror to her mother, who in turn mirrored the beauty of her great aunt, who was then a spitting image of the queen, or so her parents said. Blessed Lady Maria, who helped unlock the secrets of their bloodline, in ways the queen never could. It was a grand tale of wonder and mystery and the gods. One that she would listen to over and over. At this time, her imagination was her greatest forge. Her wit her greatest tool. Her knowledge, unique, even if hidden from view as she tried. Alina was always unsure if her parents knew what she did, considering how prone to accidentally spilling secrets.

For the next fifteen years, Alina grew, learned the language of not just the region, but also that of the next few countries, which were very similar to what she already knew. The famed city of Yharnam spoke a variation of English, and there was a land far, far to the east that spoke a form of Japanese. Not that she'd ever need that one. But, being fluent in three languages had its perks. It allowed her to gather knowledge from others in town. To learn faster, more quickly, and be the appreciated as the student she was. She studied art, literature, philosophy, medicine, and theology. If there was knowledge to be gained, she would.

Today was her sixteenth birthday. The markets were always a sight to see, so colorful and full of life. This was not similar to the dry and musty supermarkets she went to back in Japan... no, this was open, in the air. Fresh fruit and vegetables all to see. Meat sold freshly cut, prepared with mostly sanitary conditions. This was a victorian place, after all. They didn't know germ theory yet. At least, not in this village. Her father was right behind her, as she ran through the market. "Alina, slow down! I can't keep up with you like this..."

"But father! There's so much to see! To smell..." She took a deep breath, but then gagged. A tobacconist's shop was right next to her, and the smell of smoke was awful... but her father merely laughed. 

In gentle amusement, mind you. "Of course, of course... but we must make sure that we get what we need for tonight's dinner. Sonia will be most disappointed should we stray too far."

"Yes, father." She still waved the smoke away from her, before falling in next to him. Smiling warmly, he continued through, picking up a variety of vegetables. And a beautiful looking piece of pork as the centerpiece. Excitedly, she could imagine the feast that night. Beautiful roast pork, the salted skin turning into crackling. It delighted the taste buds, nose and eyes. If this was in the future... then she didn't want to make father wait.

 

 

With everything in hand, the two made their way back to the homestead. It was a quaint little thing, compared to what they had before. A cottage on the edge of town, with a view into the local forests. The foundations were built with stone, but the majority of it was created from wood. This town wasn't as fully developed as the legendary Yharnam, but it was still home. Opening the door, she could hear the music coming from the living room. Her mother was a gifted musician, but her expertise was with a violin, and it showed with how deftly she used the bow, dexterously synthesizing a melody. A somber waltz, but paradoxically full of life and vigor. Not wanting to interrupt, Alina listened with awe. From low B flat, up to a high A, and all in between. It was a melody in reverence for their lineage.

When the performance was finished, the audience of two applauded, causing Sonia to blush faintly, her cheeks a shade away from the maroon dress she wore, one of the few ties to Cainhurst that her mother still possessed. Laughing together... the family was content.

The father cooked the pork, and created the birthday ensemble, and soon enough, it was dinner time. It was just as delicious as expected. The spices and seasonings came together to create a flavor combination unlike any other. Alexi told stories, and Sonia gave another musical performance before the three sat back down at the table. A few gifts were given, but one in particular stuck out, far more valuable than anything else.

It came from Sonia, her mother. "Alina... I have a gift for you." Pulling out a small object, hidden within her hand. Opening it... it was a locket. Offering it to the young girl, she accepted, and opened it to find two small pictures. One of each of them.

"This was my grandmother's locket... and these are photographs we had taken one month ago. Eventually... there will come a time where you will be on your own. We hope that you will remember us with this." Looking down, and seeing the craftsmanship of the locket itself, she ran her fingers over the oval object. It was made from gold, inlaid with an ancient coat of arms on the front. The chain was thin, but made from a sturdy material, in order to be able to keep it with her for as long as possible. The sentimental value of this object alone was irreplaceable. Especially so for young Alina. Her blue eyes looked back up at her parents. Tearing up a bit, she jumped up and embraced them both in a hug, as best she could. "Thank you."

Chapter 3: The Curse of Nobility

Recommended Music: Forever and Never

 

 

 

 

 

Four Years Later:

Alexi called out, standing tall in the field they were in, the grass barely reaching to his shoes. "Again!"

Alina, exhausted, immediately stood tall. Now a spitting image of her mother in her twenties, her pale blond hair tied into a ponytail behind her. Her eyes, still curious, were now glistening with intelligence, learned from her years of study, backed by a spark of ambition to eventually make something of herself. While she was tired, this was a necessary skill in this world. To be able to defend oneself against all manner of threat, be they beast or human. In this case, she was practicing against the most lethal of opponents. Man.

Holding her sword in a practiced stance, the two circled the impromptu dueling site. She had yet to properly win. But, there was always the next match. Steadying her breathing, her blue eyes locked with her father's glittering golden orbs. They both waited, seeing if the other would strike first. Their 'weapons' may be mere sticks, but neither wanted stinging bruises... or any more of them, as Alina could attest. Her body ached, but a year of grueling training has led to this point. First of stances, then of how to swing, then how to move in combat, all reminiscent of the ancient ways of her forebears. The knights of old were elegant, fast, and strong. She would not fail them now through carelessness. With each spar was a new lesson. Avoiding the same failures was not an option.

It was then that her father lunged forward, to which she dodged. As of right now, Alina didn't have the strength of her father, but she did have a speed advantage. Going to the left, she lashed out, attempting to strike his arm. A move he predicted and deflected with a glancing blow, before retaliating again. This time, instead of merely dodging, she stepped closer, deflecting the strike to her right, before manipulating the stick deftly in her grip and stabbing forward, towards center mass. Hitting dead center, Alexi rolled with the blow, stepping back from the force, before sidestepping the next blow she tried to follow up with. With a quick downward strike, the resounding thwack indicated a strict hit on Alina's head.

Hissing with pain, she only flinched once, before avoiding yet another strike. Quickly, she assessed the situation, seeing that her father was still not setting up the disarmament strike. He usually given a tell... only deviating once when she made a potentially fatal mistake to point it out. Continuing to dodge, and parry with the 'blade', she watched and waited... and then she caught it. A dilation of his pupils was the first sign, then the small twitch of his mouth under his mustache, making a smirk for a moment. The grip on his 'blade' tightened slightly, and she remained relaxed, knowing that in her last attempt, her having tried to hold onto the blade... had actually caused her to fall back onto the ground. This time it would not be the same. Her father struck again, this time, with a feint into a disarm move, the same she had fallen for time and time again. This time, when the disarmament move happened, she allowed the blade to slide back, but used her fingers to let it fall into a reverse grip. Moving forward all the while, she rapidly overwhelmed her father by putting it to his neck.

Smiling, Alexis laughed, his now fully silver mustache quaking with amusement. "Well done, my girl, well done!"

Removing it from her fathers throat, she smiled, standing tall. "Thank you, father!"

"You have taken my lessons to heart, and are quick to adapt, too. Then again, you've always been our bright little hviezda." He sighed, "Let us get some lunch."

"Yes!" Beaming, she then asked, "What is next?"

"Next? Do you forget what today is?"

Narrowing her eyes for a moment, they then widened. "Of course, it's my birthday!"

"How did you forget your birthday, Alina?" Her father laughed.

She could not answer, instead laughing alongside him. Their father daughter bonding moments were far, far better than her previous life, and the fact that he actually taught instead of just beating her down meant he actually cared. 

 

 

 

Arriving back home, as soon as she entered the door, Alina knew something wasn't right. Checking the clock, it was early afternoon. This is when her mother would be practising with her violin. The fact she wasn't indicated a change from the schedule. Which never happened. Running through the place, she found her lying on her side, on the ground. Blood leaked from Sonia's mouth, and her eyes were unfocused. Horror crept into her heart, as she screamed, "FATHER!"

Running into the room, he immediately went to his beloved wife's side. Grasping her wrist, he remained resolute, but concerned. "Go to town. Get a doctor. Now!"

Without hesitation, Alina bolted out of the room, leaving her father and mother behind, not seeing that a tear ran down his face.

 

 

 

 

 

Alina was frantic. She was still in her training gear, so she did get a few strange looks from her neighbors, but they mostly shrugged and got nothing of it. The one downside of living on the edge of the town’s borders is that it took time to get back to it. Rushing past, she eventually found the clinic in question. Stopping at the door, she found that it was closed and locked. What?!

Out of desperation, she banged on it, causing a loud racket. After a few seconds, a man opened a window in the upstairs area. It was the man she was looking for. “Quiet down that racket! Can’t you see the shop is closed?”

“Please, sir, my mother has fallen ill and needs your help immediately!”

He analyzed her expression for any signs of falsehood… but found none. “I shall be right there!” Closing the window, all Alina could do was pace, worriedly, as the man prepared his equipment. A minute after, he opened the door, and nodded to her, “Lead the way, young lady. We shan’t waste any more time.”

Without any hesitation, she led the man back to their home. Coming to her side, he immediately started to examine her. “Any conditions before this?”

Alexi stated, “The Royal Disease.”

“I see…” He continued to examine her, opening his bag and pulling out some instruments. A stethoscope, thermometer, and more. He muttered as he took notes, and she could only barely take note of what was said. “Accelerated heartrate, unresponsiveness… pupil dilation… Increased temperature…”

Pausing, he gestured for her father to help him. Together, they moved Sonia back to the master bedroom, and laid her down underneath the covers. Afterwards, they conversed quietly, something she strained to hear.

“I have seen this illness once before.” The man stated, “It’s a disease known as Ashen Blood. It struck Yharnam some twenty years ago.”

“Can it be cured?”

He sighed, “There is no conventional cure. The only measure of success is the famous Yharnam Blood…” Glancing back at the woman, he stated, “...but I do not think she would be able to survive the journey.”

“How long… does Sonia left?”

Understanding lined the doctor’s eyes. While he may be serious, he was certainly not without tact. “Not long. I have some medicine that can dull the pain, but it cannot cure the ailment. The Royal Disease makes it worse… the lack of clotting means that another serious incident such as today’s…” He shook his head, letting his silence speak for him.

“I… I see…” Alina couldn’t blame her father for getting choked up. “Will she… be like this…”

“No, she will be conscious… but, closer… It will be difficult. Based on the symptoms… it’s likely that it came from food or water recently.”

“We had some beef brought in from a foreign region. Near Yharnam…”

“I see…” He paused, before stating, “Then it is likely that you have been afflicted by it as well, but have yet to show signs.” The doctor asked, “To be sure, I must have some blood tests. Can I?”
“Of course.” Alexi sighed. There was no choice, and this would be a way to ensure that they could get treatment.

Pulling out three syringes, he took some blood from Sonia, Alexi, and finally Alina. After seeing the young girl’s being paler than her parents, he raised an eyebrow, before pocketing the vials he put them into. Each had been marked, and organized. “I shall arrive back on the morrow with the results… but get her to consume a pill in the morning. Twice a day. It’s the best I can do, for now.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Her father sighed, leading him to the door. After he left, Alexi brought a chair over, next to the bed, and sat down, watching Sonia sleep. Alina stood next to him. Without looking at her, he stated, “Alina… Do you understand what this means?”

Remaining silent, she waited for him to respond, and he did. “If… you are afflicted… you have to go to Yharnam.”

“And leave you…?” Shock and horror lined her face.

“Someone must look after Sonia. I cannot make the journey in time. You might be able to, still in your energetic youth.” Pausing for a moment, he looked up at her. “I do not speak of this lightly, young lady, but you must travel to Yharnam.”

She couldn’t refuse something as important as this. Not now. With no other choice, she looked him in the eye, doubling her resolution. This was the family that gave her an actual life to live, not one ruled by fear or pain. Alina would give her all to try to save them.

“I will.”

Chapter 4: Flight in the Night

“No, you need to think smartly, young lady. You need to be discreet. That dress simply will not do.” Alexi looked at her choice with deep reservations, especially after having voiced them directly.

Alina looked down at the dress. It was nothing too fancy. At least by her standards. It was a maroon dress with gold accents, with a ruby in the center, a broach. Granted, she was proud of her heritage, so… maybe not the smartest choice, but certainly one she loved. With a huff of annoyance, she acquiesced to her father’s advice. Going back behind the cover set up for changing, she took off the dress, careful to not wrinkle or crimp it too much, and carefully set it over that very cover. Accepting the offered clothes, she found that they were a two piece suit. Dark trousers, a little worn, but serviceable. Secured with a brown leather belt, another pair of them hung at both sides. For now they served as decoration, but they might have a purpose later… Who knows?

Next was a pair of simple black leather shoes which were slightly loose over her socks, with a vertical striped white button up shirt. A maroon suit vest fit well enough, only slightly tight over her chest… but it was designed for men, not women. It was also vertically striped, but with subtle gold, easily missed at a glance. On top of that was a short black mantle, which disguised her feminine form, the hood attached covering the top part of her head. This would be suitable enough, with the colors of her family, without directly linking it back to them.

Good enough.

Next was the necessary resources. While they were reasonably well off, they weren’t exactly rich. They were related to minor nobles, at best, and it showed.

“Let’s see…” Alexi counted out the coins. Several gold, silver, and copper coins… and gave her enough for a whole month’s journey. Alina would not stay in Yharnam long… but, if they also had Ashen Blood… then they wouldn’t be able to live long enough to use the remaining money, regardless.

The rest of the day went by with exceptional stillness. Since Sonia was bedridden, the house remained silent. However, Alina took up her mother’s violin. Carefully, she began to play her own tune. Not one of her mother’s elegant ones, but a somber, yet unique. A remembrance for an era coming to an end. Everyone in the house knew it. Due to the combination of ailments, it was unlikely that Sonia would survive until Alina returned. So, she would leave one last musical gift for her mother. One from the soul.

Later, dinner was somber affair, with just the two mostly healthy souls remaining at the dining room table. Her father was beginning to show signs as well. Coughing, a sickly ashen coloration to his skin, compared to his usual pale skin… it would not be long before he would be bedridden just as Sonia is. Afterwards, they both went up to her, to give the older woman some company before Alina’s departure.

Sleeping, she almost seemed peaceful… with the exception of blood running out of her mouth, a sign that the Ashen blood had taken hold. It was already lethal enough, but the fact that due to the Royal Disease, Sonia’s blood wouldn’t clot as easily… meant the disease itself would be exceptionally terrible.

Kneeling by the bedframe, the young woman clasped her mother’s hand, tightly. “I will get the medicine from Yharnam. I will save you. Both of you…”

To Alina’s surprise, not that she displayed it to them, the bedridden woman stirred, gripping her hands tightly with her own, too weak to do anything else. “I have faith in you.”

Meeting her clear eyes, it was now to Alina that just how tired the woman was. Bags under her eyes, several shades darker, the labored breathing, all of the symptoms painting an ugly picture, defacing the beautiful woman underneath. Her heart, nay, her soul was still strong, and the warmth from her voice echoed that. So much so that a tear ran down her cheek, reminding her of the urgency.

Lowering her head in respect, she focused her emotions into a single promise. “I will return with the medicine. That I swear.”

Sonia smiled, before drifting back into unconsciousness…

 

 

 

 

 

Standing near the door, Alina dabbled tears with her eyes with a handkerchief. Alexi put a comforting hand on her shoulder, supporting her as the unwavering rock she needed. Unlike the rest of her family, she already knew the pain of death, and could empathize with her mother directly. It was painful, exceedingly so… but she had to journey forth. And they both knew it.

Alexi stated, “At the other end of town is the carriage service. They will take you to Yharnam safely. Charles is a reliable man, you can trust him to not tell anyone of you.”

Nodding, she wiped away the last of the tears, her eyes now reddened from it.

“First, heal yourself, then get it for us. Both of us, your mother and I agree, that if there is no other choice, survive and thrive.”

“I will hold my promise, father.” She declared, looking up, and unflinchingly, into his eyes.
Smiling, he replied, “And that, right there, is why you make us both proud…”

Before he could say anything else, however, there was a bang at the door. Loud. Singular. Threatening.

Quickly, Alexi hissed, “Hide behind the staircase. In the kitchen. Go!”

Without hesitation, she did as her father commanded. He was wiser than her, and if he felt that this was necessary… well, she still watched, from out of sight.

Alexi approached the door, and called out, “Who goes there?” However, instead of a response, the door broke down under the attack of a large, blunt instrument. The man entered the home, wearing pale grey robes, intricately ornate. Where his head should be was a large pyramidial structure of brass coloration. When she saw that, Alina froze. She’d heard enough stories to immediately recognize who they were. The weapon they wielded was terrifying to behold. It was large, stone-like, and had cracked through the floor. Slowly, the man raised it from the ground, hefting it to his shoulder, allowing her to see that it was a large stone hammer. Her father demanded, “Who are you?”

Soundlessly, the man raised it further to his back, and with a click, a sword was withdrawn from the handle of that inhuman weapon. A voice, rough and harsh, demanded, “Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Wait, stop!” That voice… it was the doctor. The one who tested their blood. He… betrayed us…

Still, she listened, to that Yharnam accented voice. “Nobody needs to die. Just… please… tell us where your Paleblood daughter went to… she can help…”

“And why would I do that? You just destroyed our door with your ruffian…”

“I am an executioner of the Healing Church. I am an esteemed member, not a mere ruffian. You will respect me.” The pyramidian man stated, putting his sword to her father’s neck.

“I do not respect people who deserve none.” Alexi replied with a cold fury.

“Your daughter is special, Alexi.” The doctor explained, “A paleblood girl can help us transcend the Hunts. It’s why I’ve been out here, instead of back home. Because I was trying to find someone like her!”

They’re seeking Pale blood… mine… to transcend… “Hunts”? What does that…

“What do we have here?” The executioner noticed an emblem on his tie. “That’s a Cainhurst symbol… are you a vileblood?” He then plunged his silver blade into her father’s shoulder, causing him to yell in pain.

Enough was said. She needed to leave. They wanted her to live… but she’ll return. That she promised. Quietly, she snuck to the back door, where thankfully there weren’t any others, and silently left.

 

 

The entire village was on alert. There were more of them. The accursed Executioners. Most had the same stone hammers the first did… but some had… stranger weapons. Giant wheels, some had massive greatswords… and all were geared towards hunting her. It was a miracle that she was able to use the shadows against them, going from one to another. Eventually she reached the stables… and knocked politely on the door with three small taps of her knuckles on the firm wood.

“Yes?” A voice called from inside, a bit nervous.

Quietly, Alina hissed to them, “I was told to find Charles.”

A few seconds later, and the door opened, revealing a rugged looking man. He smiled, “Ah, you’re the one Alexi told me about this morn’. Right. Give me a moment.” Closing the door, it was clear that he was rummaging through his small hovel, before arriving outside once more. Locking it up, he stated, “So, to Yharnam, right?”

“Yes… Just be careful…”

“Don’t you worry about me.” He smiled, going to a horse, and coaxing her out. She was beautiful, as horses go. Short brown fur, with a dark mane of hair, and speckles of white. Attaching them to the carriage, he patted the horse’s flank before opening the door for her. “Alright, if there’s nothing too bad on the road there, it’ll take… all night to get there. Plenty of time for you to find a doc in the morn.”

“Thank you, again.” She accepted his help to get into the carriage.
He held up a hand. “Don’t thank me until we’re gone. I saw those pinheads… they’re loons. All of em.” Closing the door after her, he walked to the front and climbed up to the seat. Getting his reins, he led the horse out of the stable. “Good girl, Sarah. C’mon… just outta town…”

That’s cute… the horse’s name is Sarah… Alina couldn’t help but smile at that fact alone.

 

 

The village gate, however, had been commandeered by those vile executioners. Two of them, alongside a dark robed woman, who wore a small brimmed hat. “Halt!” She called, and the two guards stiffened, waiting for a specific order.

“Hello Miss, can I help you?” Charles asked, cordially.

“How many are you carrying inside?” She called back.

“Just one. A brat who’s going back home. You know the kind, I’m sure…”

“I will be the judge of that,” she curtly interrupted, walking over to her side of the carriage. Looking within, Alina had made sure to keep her hood on. The minute stretched long, under the scrutiny of the, frankly, less than attractive woman posing as a guard. Tapping her cane against the window, she expected obedience… and found Alina glancing back…

And found nothing worth reporting. With a scoff, she called back, “Let them pass!”

“Thank you kindly, miss. A good evening to you!” Charles called back, ushering Sarah forward, and onto the road. Now, they were truly well on their way to the City of Blood Healing…

Chapter 5: A Traditional Yharnam Welcome

Recommended Music: Soothing Dreams

 

 

The carriage rumbled slightly as it continued on its path. Shadows cloaked its interior, but it was lined with leather bound chairs. It was a rustic design, but in fairness with Charles, he wasn’t the craftsman. He just worked with what he had, and that enough was respectable.

Glancing out the window, there was quite a spectacular view through the permanently fogged glass. They were following a mountain path, with a current look into the valley below. The top of each rocky outcropping was blanketed with snow, while below the road, snow gave way to green. The rocks on the road caused some shaking of the carriage… but nothing too severe. Alina admits to herself, she missed automobiles, horseless carriages. They were far better, more comfortable… and more easily able to endure the elements… but still, she’d endure the trip. There was nothing else to really consider at this point, besides two things… were her parents alive, and… well… to wonder what Yharnam was like.

The City of Blood Healing. Both a source of wonder, and yet, a source of new pain for her. A land which could cast miracles, and one that allowed the Healing Church to exist. To spawn the Executioners. How could she possibly forgive them for that?

Sighing, she closed her eyes, letting herself drift to sleep. Tomorrow would be busy, and Alina didn’t want to be weary in the lion’s den…

A particularly violent shake stirs the girl from her slumber. The light shining in, now that she was beginning to wake, made it impossible to go back to sleep. However, it was soon apparent that for the doctor’s faults… he knew what he was talking about when it came to medicne. Her blood felt like it was on fire, albeit only as embers right now. Sighing, she sat up, and looked out the window. “Still alive back there?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, for the moment…”

“Good… after the bend you’ll see it.”

See it… wait, Yharnam, we’re here… With a mix of trepidation and well placed fear, she watched as they rounded the corner… and there it was. A gothic metropolis, with spires reaching high, many of the more impressive buildings higher on the opposing mountain. Smoke seemed to rise from lower in the valley, and on the opposite side, Yharnam was flanked by a large wooded thicket. One of the more impressive buildings was a large square one, with a weird circular device facing them. It was a type of clocktower, but with no hours or time to tell. At least to her eyes.
“Welcome to Yharnam. To be honest, I think this’ll be the best welcome you’ll get. The place is getting more hostile to outsiders like us.”

“Really?” Alina asked, curious.

“Well, yeah. I hear they’re being afflicted by the Scourge of the Beast. It’s become a real problem, something that even their precious blood can’t heal.” At this point, Charles actually shut up with his opinions, since they were within earshot. Only watching the path forward, the carriage entered the city in earnest. The rough path turned to stone bricks, the nature on every side turned into buildings, first wooden, then stone. It had turned from a woodland into a stone forest, of which the inhabitants could be just as, if not more dangerous than anything she had seen before. Glancing out the window, it seemed to just be like any other city. Stores lined some of the streets, many offering blood as payment instead of gold. It was a twisted logic, and one that she would never partake in, if she could help it. It was due to giving her blood that cursed her family with the vile Executioners… and she really didn’t need any more things to worry about. Still, she watched from her temporary shelter, as he navigated to the central square of the outskirts of Yharnam… and pull to a stop. Calming Sarah, Charles jumped down, and quickly moved to her door. Opening it with a slight bit of finesse, he stated, “Welcome to Yharnam.”

Carefully lowering herself to the ground, her shoes clacking slightly against the old stoneworks, she whispered back, “Thank you.”

“Not a problem… just… I don’t know when I’ll be back. When I am, I’ll come back ‘ere.”

 

 

 

With a silent nod, she looked around, and started the search. There were many shops, written in a different language to what she was used to… but Alina understood it. After all, her parents understood the value of language, and imparted that knowledge to her. Three different dialects… and three different writing systems. Such insight would be most useful here, especially in a potentially hostile city such as this. She didn’t need eyes to feel the wariness aimed towards her, the unrepentant malice she could almost feel radiating from them. Yharnam was on edge, and the outlet would most likely be her.

Sighing, she continued to walk, ignoring the hushed whispers, daggers aimed at her back, yet backing off with an ice-cold glance. It was a new type of dance, but one she’d hope would eventually go away as her novelty wore off. Calming down, she had more than enough time to find someone to help her. They seemed all too willing to give blood, it’s just about finding the right place… oh, look, there’s a small clinic right here. A local affair, with a sign reading: Jorgen’s Clinic, for all ailments. That would be a great start, especially if the last claim was true.

Opening the door, a small bell rang as the door brushed past it. A gentle tinkling sound greeted her ears, and a shuffling could be heard in another room. This store was simple. It had a counter, a small reception area, and medicine on the walls, displayed for all. Many types of tablets and tonics could be seen, as well as a prominent display of a sign reading: “Famous Old Blood, in stock!”

Old Blood… is that what they use for their miraculous cure?

“Alright…” The thumping in the back got louder, as he finally stepped into view. This man was large, far taller than she was, with rough features and that peculiar Yharnam accent. “What do you need?”

“Greetings, I just need a cure for…” A cough interrupted her words. Unintentionally, but it did strike the point home… “checking her hand, she found more blood from it. Collecting herself, she continued, “...a cure for Ashen blood.”

He froze up at the mention. “Ashen blood… It was then that he scrutinized her. “That ailment hasn’t been seen in these parts for some twenty ‘ears ago. Came from outside, it did…” His features scrunched into anger as he made the connection, “An so did you, I’d wager…”

“My family got sick from beef brought over from Yharnam.” Alina seethed, knowing full well this conversation was getting nowhere.

“You lie!” He raised his voice, then pointed at the door. “Bloody outsider! Get outta my shop! Find someone else to deal with your ilk!”

Not cowed in the slightest, Alina still decided that she’d get medicine from a place that actually wants her business. However, that proved to be far more challenging than she realized. Every place she searched, meandered, wandered, refused to take her in. Either because of the ailment itself, or the fact she was a foreigner. By the time the sun was beginning to set… Alina had few options left.

 

 

 

Still she pressed on… or tried to. The progression of the illness definitely accelerated with the passing of time. At first it was a light singe, but now… her veins felt on fire. Exhaustion was claiming her weakened form, and it was clear that the Ashen Blood was now fully virulent. Damn it… Mother and Father are relying on me… tears started to form around her eyes, and she fell against a wall.

As the wet tears fell down her cheek, she touched the one in the lead, and Alina’s eyes widened. They were red. Her eyes were bleeding. Shit!

“Are… are you not well?” A new, kinder voice, still with that accursed Yharnam accent, asked. Looking up, the pale Cainhurst descendant looked up… to see a woman in white robes. She was not ten years older than her, but looked far more… wise. Well, if she would give her the time of day… then…

“No…” A cough interrupted her words yet again, before stating, “Ashen Blood.”

“Oh dear… And…” she shook her head. “How terrible. The people are too quick for superstition. Come. I will take you to my clinic.”
“You have a… clinic?”

“Of course. I am a doctor. Have been for years now.” The woman doctor helped her to her feet, taking an arm over her shoulder. “You’ll need shelter for the evening… tonight is not a good one for you to arrive at, although I understand why, you’re desperate enough.”

“Why…?” With her own failure to stand without help, it was getting even harder to breathe or think. “Why is it… not a good night?”

“It’s the night of the Hunt, dear.” The woman replied, guiding her through a set of cast iron gates. A couple of helpers closed it behind her. This small garden had a dead tree, a few flowers… and quite a few gravestones. A bit macabre… but that thought was purged from her mind as Alina was carried through the old fashioned front door. Entering, there were numerous empty gurneys, only the first one with a person resting. They seemed to be having a nightmare, but other than that, it was empty, save the countless pieces of medical equipment, most notably, vintage styled IV drips. It was clear that this was where most were treated. Alina, however, was being taken upstairs. Noting the confusion, the doctor stated, “We’re taking you to the intensive care wing. There, I will have Richard take care of you. We can discuss particulars in the morning, your health is more important.”

“Th-thank you… cough… you’re the only decent Yharnamite I’ve met…”

She looked at her, saddened by that, before stating, “Well, do not worry, Richard is a good man. Just as knowledgeable as myself, and an official blood minister.”

Guided up stairs, there was an elderly man in a wheelchair, wearing official looking clothes, a funny looking top hat, and, most bizarrely, gauze over his eyes. “Mistress, is this…”

“An urgent care case.”

“Right, I shall get the blood and the contract.” Well, procedure seemed to be standard practice at this location. Wheeling to a cabinet, he pulled out a piece of paper…

“Do not worry about the contract just yet, get the blood infuser!”

With a slight bow, he wheeled over towards an IV drip, and together, wheeled over to them both, just as Alina was laid down on a gurney. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but… it’d do.

“I need your arm, dear.” Offering the closest one, her left, Alina watched as the two carefully injected the needle, and placed a clear jar of a red liquid into the drip. As soon as the liquid made its way into her bloodstream… it was like a jolt of ice, quelling the fire in her veins. A gasp escaped her lips, as an equilibrium settled her body’s course.

Relieved, the lady doctor stated, “30 minutes awake, then let her sleep. In the morning, we can discuss the next steps. Don’t push the contract unless she asks.”

“As you say. I’ll keep an eye on her.” The man nodded, with a gentle smile.

With a nod, she stated to the bedridden girl. “I have other matters to take care of, I will check in on you later, alright dear?”

“Thank… thank you, doctor…” Alina stated, her exhaustion still very much present. Finally, she was cured… by whatever peculiar Yharnam secret lied within this blood. Whatever it was could wait, for now… she relaxed. The first objective had been completed. For now, recover strength…

Chapter 6: A Contract, Bound in Blood

Recommended Music: Something's Not Quite Right

 

 

Waiting on the metal gurney was enough to make her bored. Numb to the drip, and the past pain, she looked to Richard, who was currently looking over some paperwork. “Richard…”

“Yes?” He turned to… look in her direction. Well, as much as a look from him could be worth, with his lack of eyesight, and all.

“Your title… I’m curious… what does a blood minister… do?”

“Ah, yes…” He smiled warmly, “A blood minister is a human dedicated to the ways of blood healing, and understanding its miraculous gifts.”

Still, it was treated as holy… why? What caused this crimson liquid, besides its medical use, to be… holy, in the eyes of the public? “I… was the only one healthy enough to make the journey to Yharnam… is it possible to get enough to heal my parents?”

“Ah… of course. While the Church themselves disapprove of such things, I am of the belief that healing should not be restricted. The Mistress would agree with me on that respect. Here…” He showed her the contract to sign. It was a long and drawn out thing. But a quick skim through such legalease demonstrated two simple truths:

That this was safeguarded here, and that this blood should not be taken outside the city.

That this “special blood” was definitely not natural. It had a source, and that source was Yharnam.

After reading it over, he asked the blonde, “Now, any further questions? When you are given the rest, you will fall unconscious…” Biting her lip, there was certainly one that came to mind. Few questions were as important as the one to ask, but any in connection to Yharnam seem to become just as blood crazed as the beasts they preportedly fend off on an almost nightly basis. Locking eyes, her breath hitched, before Alina decided to definitely ask: “What is Paleblood?”

The look he gave back was… curious. “Ah, yes… Paleblood.” Instead of finally telling her the information that had been clawing at her mind, an incessant hungry beast wishing for nothing more but to make her rage against these people, he deflected, either through ignorance or something… more. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But… where’s an outside like yourself to begin? Easy… with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own… But first, you’ll need the contract.” He tapped it with his hand, offering a pen. While it was his job to push it, and while Alina certainly didn’t Still, there was little choice. She’d have to sign anyways, as she accepted the treatment. So, with a pen offered by the older gentleman, she signed, her letterwork fluid and clear. With the contract sealed and signed, he stated, “Excellent…” Rolling it up, he carefully placed a bit of heated wax… with a seal stamping it. “All signed and sealed.” Maneuvering the wheelchair to the desk, he placed it there gingerly, before moving back to her side. Now let us begin the transfusion proper… whatever happens…” He paused, before trying to comfort her, “Think it all a mere bad dream…” As he turned the IV’s flow to be even greater than before, the blood’s healing finally began to take its toll. Whether due to the Ashen Blood, or the Healing Blood, Alina’s eyes grew heavy, and she fell into unconsciousness’ tender embrace.

 

 

 

 

It seemed almost a minute or two before a noise, akin to puddles splashing in the morn after a heavy rain… woke her up. Her eyes opened fast, as if to stab any who would approach, but she found herself… unable to move. Paralyzed, only able to look around, she turned her head, and saw nothing but the wall to her right… but to her left was where the sound came from. Looking… Alina’s eyes widened with horror as a large puddle of ground, seemingly from nowhere, was made from pure blood. Eyes searching for anything, she noted that the room was now dark, that Richard was gone, and that there were a distinct lack of options. Still, it could be worse…

That was what she would have thought, had the puddle not bubbled and frothed… revealing it wasn’t boiling, but a massive beast, drench in it, clawed its way out. Fur matted with the crimson, iron tanged liquid, as well as stuck onto the skin burned and mangled, a mix of black as night, and pale pink mixed together as it clambered from somewhere below.

This is just a bad dream.

Still, her body continued to tense, even with its paralysis, as it cast its gaze unto her. The pupils reflected light, causing them to appear as two large, glowing spots in the dark. It shuffled over, ungainly, towards her, and instead of immediately attacking… it reached toward her, with it’s five, long claws curling towards her cheek…

Until it burst into flame. When it was less than a millimeter from her, fire sparked and spread out, consuming the beast as it would have done to her. Every inch of its hide was licked by it, the amber and gold sparks and flames taking its toll as it thrashed about… until it fell forward, clearly dead. It’s body sank through the bloody puddle, and back into nothing. Still, the waking dream wasn’t over, as the mere puddle she had witnessed before… was no longer just that. Instead, it was now covering the entire floor, and still rising. Looking around for a solution… It was then that she noticed it. A small, wrinkled hand, grasping at the end of her gurney. And then another. And another. Countless of them gripping… no, climbing onto the gurney. Their deformed faces and withered appearances did not bring peace to mind… especially not as they continued to climb on her, moving towards her head. Alina couldn’t stay awake as they approached, as if the beckoners of sleep… and she closed her eyes, surrounded by misbegotten horrors.

 

Until she awoke, back on the gurney. Looking around, there was no blood, no freakish midgets, and no beasts. And, to her relief, the blonde was able to move. Shifting to sit upright, Alina stood on her unsteady feet. Richard was still gone, but there were plenty of things to look at while she was recovering. Moving to the desk with the contract, she carefully pocketed it. Frankly, the words he said at the end were concerning, and she wanted to ensure that she didn’t sign anything particularly terrible. Still, now wasn’t the time. Quickly, she scanned the other papers on the table, looking for anything that could be useful… until she found it. A letter from the Church. It had elegant calligraphy, with red ink and beautifully intricate designs. All from a “Saint Feris”. It was simple:

New wisdom has come from the Great Ones.

Seek Paleblood to Transcend the Hunt.

Keep an eye out for foreigners who bear this unusual condition, as they will be instrumental in ceasing the Scourge of the Beast.

So that’s why they’re after her. They think her blood has a key… but who are these Great Ones? Who is this Saint Feris? What is so great about their Special Blood?

Questions and mysteries aside… However, she could not stay here. Even though the clinic was supposed to be safer than the streets… the simple fact was, something had made its way inside. A crash startled the normally quite confident young woman, and she had to know what it was. Perhaps Richard did something, or the Clinic owner, whose name she still didn’t know? Either way, certainty must be ensured. And so, that is how she found herself walking down the stairs, quietly. Arriving at the bottom floor, there was still no sign… until there was a snapping sound, at the other end of the room. Walking over, she saw it. A large, lupine beast. Its black fur obscured its form, as it appeared to be hunched over something. On closer inspection, it was the body of Richard. He had somehow gotten down the stairs… maybe there was another path? Either way, he is gone. Completely dead and currently being eaten by the beast… presumably a patient. Alina was about to leave… backing up all the while, when she accidentally stepped on a glass needle. Fortunately, the soles of her shoes stopped the glass from piercing her feet, but it didn’t matter… since the werewolf stopped what it was doing, and turned slowly to see her.

Gulping, she backed away slowly, as the beast advanced. Paw after paw, it closed the distance, eventually tensing… and leaping at her. Due to Alina’s lack of a weapon and fear caused by such circumstances, she froze. Instead of running, or fighting, the freeze was something she thought she got over. Ever since she died previously, she had tried her best to stop freezing. But… It appeared that wasn’t the case.

Their claws gripped her shoulders, piercing through the flimsy fabric, and weighing her down. Attempting to remove it, Alina pushed back, but to no avail, as it prepared… and snapped down on her collar, breaking the bone and tenderizing the flesh, before eventually ripping it out violently. It released her, eating it, with her falling to the floor.

Tears formed, as she came to the horrifying realization, that even after all the years of training, all of the pain and fear of not knowing her parent’s fate… arriving to this accursed city… just to die to a beast. Blood pooled, soaking into her clothes, clinging to her form, as she closed her eyes, accepting death once more…

Chapter 7: A Forgotten Dream

Recommended Music: Hunter's Dream

 

 

Alina, yet again, found herself awakening. Although this time, she was somewhere completely different. The wooden floors, the scent of blood, the medical instruments, the darkened halls... all gone. Replaced by dirt and stone. The scent of fresh rain and flowers. Stiff from the previous pain... she slowly got to her feet... only to find a small homely house, up some rough, stone work stairs. It seemed out of place, amongst Yharnam architecture... until Alina glanced around... and saw that this little slice of normalcy, which reminded her of home... was completely isolated. The garden ended at a rough, pointed iron fence... there was nothing. A pitfall to a foggy void below, although it wasn't black at the bottom... just gray. What was interesting was the variety of large, stone-like pillars rising from them. Turning back to the house, she walked up the path, towards it. When reaching halfway to the stairs, she felt a presence watching. Turning to look around, there was nothing... except a person apparently sitting on a ledge near the stairs. Carefully approaching, the pale blonde examined her closely. She was definitely a woman... but there were signs to show that this wasn't human. For one, the stillness. Even with the slightly gentle breeze inherent to this place, wherever she was... it didn't move. It's clothes did, finely crafted as the garments were, of wool and cloth, but still she remained. Another clue were the fingers. They were segmented, and appeared too smooth. Grasping them, Alina realized what it was. Porcelain... It's a giant doll.

Glancing around, she searched for any sign of life... but still nothing. Moving past her abandoned form, Alina reached the stairs... where a puddle of gray liquid, with no smell she could identify, began to bubble and froth. Backing up, she was going to run when she found more of those little deformed humanoids, poking out from it. They each held an item, and each were held in such a way as if they were offering it to her. Carefully... she approached. They didn't run, or move toward her. If anything, they appeared to remain submerged in whatever puddle they emerged from in the first place. "Are... are these for me?"

They didn’t respond, only looking towards her, expectantly. While their faces may be horrific to look at, the fact they didn’t move made it easier to accept them as something… inhuman. They were smart, and appeared to help her. After all, in the terrible dream before, they appeared after the lycan fled… perhaps they were involved, somehow? With renewed confidence… Alina took stock of the options. The first, on the left, was an overexaggerated ax. Its handle was covered in loose wrappings, and there were clear signs that there was more to it. The only logical explanation was that its handle expanded… but that didn’t make any sense. How would it remain structurally sound with such a design? Still, it was offered, and to be considered carefully. The option in the middle was more obvious in its design, where it was a Saw. The metal blade was wrapped in bandages of its own, interlacing through its teeth where its edges weren’t compromised… and still would tear well enough. The handle was curved, keeping the hand away from the interior of the blade, mostly wrapped in cloth, so that way it wouldn’t slip in one’s hand, connected to the smooth blade of its own. At the place where the handle and the blade met, there was a hinge, with a handle. Clearly, the weapon could transform, between saw and… cleaver. For beasts, this would be a good weapon to have. Altering ranges, a variety of attacks, and methods. It was versatile. A good choice. A better one than the ax, which appeared to be very heavy and solid. Good for strong warriors… but she was not one as such.

Still, there was one last choice for Alina to consider. It was a cane, ending in a sharp point, but still, a cane. While she could swing it around similarly to a sword, it did not have the keen edge of one, instead being a bludgeoning weapon. While there was a button of sorts on the outside… it was unclear what purpose it served. For all intents and purposes… the strange Saw-Cleaver was the best choice for the current situation.

Carefully, she reached out towards the handle of the cleaver, and as soon as she gripped the worn word and cloth… the strange little being let go, and all three retracted back into the strange liquid…

It was surprisingly heavy. Actually, scratch the surprisingly part, as the blade was clearly a solid piece of metal. Hefting it, she watched as the puddle vanished. Is that… how they travel? Through that liquid?

Still, she had other things to prioritize. Moving up the stairs… there was yet another puddle, bubbling once more as these small creatures… two of them this time, offering firearms. She had seen them before, very occasionally. Some used them to fight back against the monsters in the woods, not that she had seen any. Her father, however, had a gun of his own. An ornate piece that was more for decoration than use. While he had distaste for it, her father was quite proficient with them. And did teach Alina how to use it. Now, it seems, it would be useful to have the training once more.

There were only two choices this time. One was an ornate pistol, simple yet elegant, while the other was a massive shotgun. Or rather, the term was “blunderbuss”. The latter was unwieldy, yet sturdy, and for a dual wield style, the pistol seemed the better choice. And it was something she was familiar with, regardless… so it was easy. Gripping the pistol, she carefully examined it. Intricate engravings marked the barrel, leading to a well polished wooden grip. What fascinated her, however, was the fact that as she gripped it, it felt… attuned to her. As if it was meant for her to utilize against whatever she may face back in reality.

Still, now was the time to find out whose home she just stumbled upon. Finally reaching the door, Alina knocked on it. No answer.

Very well, maybe I’ll have to barge in? She tried pushing them inwards. That did not work. Then she pushed harder. No avail. Then a kick… only to hurt her own foot in the process. Dropping her weapons, Alina clutched her foot, massaging it through the leather shoes she wore, cursing under her breath. After a moment she regained her composure, and retrieved her gear. Well, that door won’t budge. Maybe there’s another way in?

Walking down the stairs, she found a side path, leading back up to the building. It seemingly curved around a small birdbath, filled with the same pale liquid that those little things came from. Still, that could be investigated later. For now, the house took more importance. Walking up the sides, it struck the young woman just how many tombstones there were. There were five going up the main set of stairs, and now seven along the path she took. There was indeed another door at the end, but it was closed just like the other. Checking that it was locked, Alina sighed. So, she arrived to this bizarre place through pain of death and now nobody is willing to greet her here? Just fantastic. Walking back down the path, she found that there was another puddle at the place where they intersect. Curious, she approached it, and three of those little things popped out, holding a piece of paper. A message, which read: 

Use the tombstones to navigate realities, both in the waking world and the nightmares beyond.

Wait. Pausing, Alina blinked, before mulling over that message’s true meaning. I can get back to reality through the tombstones themselves? Walking over to them, the first on the main path was simple, gothic, very much like Yharnam itself. And would you look at that, the name of the Tombstone was in a tongue she could understand: Yharnam. There was only one location, listed as indecipherable glyphs. A new language. Checking the others with a glance, it was clear that they were not to places she even wanted to go. So, she reached out, and touched the name. The letters of inhuman make glowed, and fog surrounded her vision, taking her to wherever it indicated…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awaking, she found herself… back in the clinic. Looking around, she realized that she was in the room before the stairs, which led up to where Richard had given her treatment. At least, before whatever befell his fate. Walking up the stairs, the door was shut. Pushing slightly, it turned out to be locked. With a sigh, Alina tried one last thing, knocking loudly on the wood.

With a shuffle of movement, the woman from earlier called out, “Are you… out on the hunt?”

Calling back, Alina downplayed it, only stating, “No… I accidentally wandered out… only to find the door locked.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, before the doctor gave some terrible news. “I’m very sorry, but… I cannot open this door. I know we met briefly, but my name is Iosefka. The patients here in my clinic must not be exposed to infection.”

The blonde sighed, knowing that the answer was clear. She could see it through a broken pane of glass in the door, the good doctor’s look of sorrow. Noticing that she was being read, her expression turned to a supportive one. “Well… if you signed the contract… the terms are clear. You have to help the city. It’s the one clause the Church always enforces. You’ll be a hunter, whether you wish to be or not. Because of this… I know that you will hunt for us, for our town…”

Internally, Alina grimaced, hating that part, but not blaming Iosefka herself. Still, she listened to the other woman. “...but I’m sorry. Please. This is all that I can do…” Through the door, she offered a vial of yellow liquid. It was a gift, for terrible circumstances. With a heavy heart, the doctor told her, “Now, go… and good hunting.”

With nothing else to say, Alina whispered back, “Thank you for your help, Iosefka.”

There was no response, save a slight sound, a silenced sob, coming from the other side. Alina lowered her head, before turning and going back down the stairs. Looking over the vial, she read the outside.

Iosefka’s Blood Vial

Highly refined holy blood, this product is highly invigorating, and is the product of a slow and careful refinement process, original only to this clinic.

A unique item with potentially better effects? Then it must be saved for a time of great importance. Sighing, she continued down the stairs, and back to the room. There was nowhere to go but onward, something Alina knew would be the most dangerous journey of her life.

 

Chapter 8: Dawn of Dusk

Recommended Music: Night of the Hunt

 

 

 

Walking back down the stairs, Alina was careful to make little noise. The doors above barred the beasts from entry, to protect those who were sick. It was likely that the beast from before was still down here. Hungry, slavering jaws, a thirst for blood and appetite for flesh. Still, it was just a beast. A large, hungry one, but something her father had trained her for. While her lack of a weapon made her panic before, now she had the means to defend herself. Her hands trembled slightly, but the blonde calmed herself through her breathing. In and out, in and out. Quiet. Approaching the beast, she tried to approach unannounced. However, that did not occur this time, as there was a crack under her shoe. A sound of breaking glass… which made the beast pause its consumption… before slowly turning to face her yet again. It was the same beast, clearly with a hint of recognition in its gaze, and, something more. A blue glow within its eyes, probably a reflection of the light. Snarling, and dripping blood and saliva from its jaws, it slowly moved towards her once again. The tang of iron could be smelled from all the way across the room, making Alina hesitate for a moment… before steeling herself. Dashing forward, she swung the saw, its serrated teeth just as hungry as the beast’s… before it tore through its fur and into flesh. It hissed in pain, before lunging forward. Noting that it tensed before its attack, the blonde dodged underneath the swipe from its right limb, before cutting deep with it again, before dodging back, out of a downward swipe. Although, the beast’s attack knocked the Saw-Cleaver out of her hands. With little recourse, the young woman held up the pistol upright, she shot at it, nicking it in the shoulder and making it fall to the floor. Not letting this time go to waste, Alina dashed forward again, and instinctively tore into the flesh, burying her hand amongst the muscle and sinew, and ripped out a large chunk. The beast roared, its form flailing as it fell to the ground. It was not yet dead, so she walked to her weapon, picking it up, before flicking it, holding onto the handle, and watching it open, to its full form. She had an inkling before that it would do this, but now… she definitely knew, immediately slamming it down into its chest, the blade cleaving through easily enough. The crack of bone and the sliding sounds of incision met her ears, but she felt no disgust. This was just a beast to be put down. Nothing more.

Still… there was much to do. Looking around, she found Richard's wheelchair battered and broken, blood covering it entirely. The corpse of the patient she had passed before was right there, and so she checked their person. As far as Yharnam was concerned, she was on her own, and as distasteful as it was to lower herself to a vagabond… survival was priority number one. He had a few coins, which might be useful, but nothing else. Sighing, she gave a few words for the departed, before standing up and departing herself. Walking out of the main hospital room, she found a bag sitting against the wall. Walking to it, and carefully opening it the leather bound bag, she found… ammunition. Ten bullets in total, and the rest of the contents… unusable. Oh sure, there were three blood vials, as was typical with Yharnam at this point, but also a myriad of personal belongings that wouldn’t help, and might actually hinder her purpose. She was already disrespecting her family by taking essentials. Stealing photos and keepsakes was beyond the pale. However, as she placed the new ammunition into her small bag, only now did Alina think to herself, Wait… was the gun already loaded, or did I do something… at that particular moment, did she notice that she felt a small twinge of pain. Nothing spectacular, but ever since her treatment, she hadn’t had any. Looking at the back of her palm, she found that a unique symbol had etched itself into it. A singular long line traced the lumbrical muscle that worked her middle finger, only to split into three at the midpoint. The two flanking ones, jutting out at 45 degrees, then bent back towards the line at a perfect 90, before stopping just before they would meet. A dot coincided on her wrist, where the lines would meet up. It was clearly a rune of some kind, but also a warning. Do not fire again when unloaded. Quickly, she shook the weapon down with a single jutting motion, unlocking its mechanism and allowing the gun to open downwards, and she placed the final bullet into the chamber. Shaking it up, the gun closed and clicked shut, ready for use. Standing tall, she walked to the stairs leading up to the exit. Once she got there, the platinum blonde glanced outside the doors, through the window panes. Placing her hands on the two doors, she pushed them open, careful to not crash through them completely.

 

 

It was clearly dusk. The amber sky was a clear sign of that, the clouds catching the descending sun. Shadows lengthened as the young woman followed the stonework path to the now closed iron gates. So the beast didn’t get in through that gate… Still, she could see beyond it a large stone bridge leading to a massive cathedral. That’s likely where I need to go. Putting both hands on the gates, she used all her meager strength to push them apart. The metal groaned and shrieked against her will, but eventually, they were open. Looking around… there was nothing. Still, she had to make sure, and stepped forth, the solid soles clacking against the stonework. There were two paths, although the one in front only led to a dead end. Quickly deciding to check down there, all there was… was a single corpse, lying against the ground. Its form slashed open from large, inhuman claws. However, his own bag was undamaged. Quickly scouring through it, there were another 4 vials. Perfect… at least I won’t have to worry about injuries, although Yharnam’s penchant for blood is concerning…

Walking back up the stairs, she was about to walk towards the large iron gate when a voice raged at her. She was only able to dodge by a hair as a man, clearly enraged and delusional, called to her, “You plague-ridden rat!” His blunt metal ax clattered into the stone as it slammed into the ground. She immediately dashed towards him.

Well, if he attacked her, she should make sure he couldn’t fight back any longer. “Your kind brought the plague to us!” She seethed, and swung once, the weapon back in saw mode. After the treatment she’d received from these people, from their Executioners and Ministers? Oh, she would relish finally being able to strike back. They may be poor deluded masses, but these people deserved no mercy nonetheless.

The first hit landed, tearing the fabric of his shirt and cutting lightly into him. Seeing the danger, he interrupted her attack by striking out with the torch in his left hand. “Away, Away!”

The fire singed her chest, the heat causing soreness, and most likely blisters. Fortunately her clothes didn’t catch fire. That would have been a very quick end. Still, the danger wasn’t over. Waiting for him to tire, she struck soon after, slicing open his throat with a quick slash with the saw. Blood gushed out in a quick splat, the arteries having been severed, and the pressure the crimson liquid held finally having a release. That release, of course, led to the man dropping his torch to the ground, clutching his throat, whispering through a torn throat: “Foul… Beast…”

He thought I was a beast? The incredulity of that thought alone made her pause. Glancing at the man’s form, it was then that she saw something… intriguing. It appeared that he was growing way more hair… no, growing fur on his face. His arms had elongated, with fur coming out from under the wrappings. This man was warping into something. But what? Not sure. Perhaps he had been infected by a disease she wasn’t aware of? Still… it seemed to Alina that the man was suffering from delusions. Glancing down the path, there was a dead end, with a lever next to a wall. With nothing to encourage her to go that direction, the blonde looked toward the iron gate which she was initially going to check. Walking to it, she gripped its iron bars, and tried to push. Didn’t work. Next, she tried to pull. That also didn’t work. Looking through, she saw the street as it was, with major changes from the last time she had viewed it. A mob of Yharnamites walking down, weapons and tools in hand. A beast was crucified above a fire, clearly what they were looking out for. It made the assailant even more pitiable. The man confused that with me? Still, looking around further, she saw a lever. It must keep the gate locked. So… I have to find another way around. Perhaps…

 

 

 

Striding quickly to the other lever, the one she did have access to, Alina pulled on it, hearing the satisfying clank of mechanics as it activated… and a large ladder slammed into the ground next to her. With an eyebrow raised, she looked up, a little confused by the design choices of this city already. Little choice on where to go, however, she ascended. Step by step, she climbed up. Halfway up, though, there was a terrible screech. It came from a distance, but was definitely not human, and much, much larger than the one they had crucified on that street. Taking a deep breath, she continued up, and up, to the top. What was surprising about up there, was the small puddle of white. It was those little gremlins, back again! But why?

It was soon apparent, as they hoisted up a lantern, a small, wiry thing, and retreated back, leaving it behind. Instinctively, she approached, and analyzed it. How did it work? How would she turn it on? What was its purpose? Checking her stock, she attempted to find flint and steel, but didn’t have any. She was about to just leave it behind, having no answers, and only questions, when one of those creatures, small and diminutive, clambered back out and gestured to her. Watching, she saw that it made a clicking sound with its fingers, and pointed at the lantern. Divining its intent, she walked towards it, and leaning close, snapped her fingers. A blue fire flickered within, and reality warped slightly with its activation. At least those little creatures are on my side, she thought as it retreated back into the white fluid. 

 

 

Her thoughts were then interrupted by a cough, sickly and painful, coming from the nearby window. Even though Yharnamites were her enemy, she couldn’t help but feel a little empathetic. Perhaps this was another, spurned away due to their nature as well? Approaching with caution, Alina called out, barely making her voice loud enough to hear beyond the pane. “Hello? Are… are you alright?”

The voice from within replied back, winded, and sickly, just as the coughs before indicated. “Oh you must be a Hunter, and not one from around here either.” That was true enough. His voice didn’t have the Yharnam twang, which meant that what he was saying wasn’t in malice, but an observation at worst. This meant that she was willing to listen to him. Maybe he’d have some advice, living here, “I'm Gilbert, a fellow outsider. You must have had a fine time of it. Yarnham has a special way of… treating guests.”

“That’s one way of looking at it.” She muttered, causing him to laugh slightly, still pained from whatever ailed him.

“I don't think I can stand if I wanted to, but I'm willing to help… if there's anything that can be done.” He coughed terribly, his lungs hacking in pain, making Alina wince. It reminded her of her mother’s condition before she left… not something she wished to be reminded of at this time, but still… what he said next drew her attention back to the conversation. “This town is cursed. Whatever your reasons might be, you should plan a swift exit. Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good."

“But I must stay, Gilbert. I need to know why the Healing Church is after me, and what Paleblood is.” She hoped he might know, so that way she wasn’t walking in blind.

He seemed to ponder the term. "Paleblood, you say? Hmm... Never heard of it. But if it's blood you're interested in, you should try the Healing Church.” Well, that was the plan, after all. Check the Church’s archives, maybe find something… As well as confront that Vicar. “The church controls all knowledge on blood ministration, and all varieties of blood.” What Gilbert said next was crucial. Directions at last! “Across the valley to the East of Yharnam lies the town of the Healing Church, known as the Cathedral Ward. And deep within the Cathedral Ward is the old grand cathedral… the birthplace of the Healing Church's special blood, or so they say.” He broke into another cacophony of coughs, before managing to control it. A faint silver of hope was in his final words. “Yharnamites don't share much with outsiders. Normally, they wouldn't let you near this place, but... The hunt is on tonight. This might be your chance..."

“Thank you, Gilbert. You’ve been a great help.” She politely bowed, before leaving, “May you stay safe.”

He didn’t respond. Not from lack of trying, but due to his own medical condition reducing him to pained coughs once more. Now, though, she had a goal. A place to reach. Cathedral Ward, across the bridge. Looking out over the edge with the ladder, she scanned the horizon, seeing where the bridge would come from and where it would go… before turning and heading along the path…

Chapter 9: Red Skies, Sailor's Delight

Recommended Music: The Pilgrim's Journey

 

 

With a new place to go, Alina followed the only path available. The cast iron gate was locked from one side, that much was clear, and if the other gates were any indication, they wouldn't be opened by brute force. She wasn't overly strong, anyways, and it her strength was in agility and speed... at least in combat. These Yharnamites had quite a bit of strength, but it was clear something greater was happening. Behind the scenes. This city drenched in blood had a dark side, who could have foreseen that? The truth though, would definitely need to be found, no matter how far it would go. I mean, what does Paleblood have to do with all of this?

Her thoughts of why her blood was important were interrupted by a yell, and a crash. Multiple wooden crates and a coffin collapsed and broke into splinters as a Yharnamite crashed through them, swinging a cleaver through the air. Frantically, he ran towards her, even stumbling once with the fervor of his weapon... before stopping, to catch his breath. Narrowing her eyes, Alina extended the weapon with a satisfying click, and the man looked up to her. He wore a small hat that covered his entire head, as well as a two piece suit, although it was far more casual than the ones she was used to. However, he was showing similar signs to the other man from before. He was afflicted. And he was a Yharnamite that had attacked her. He would die for being any one of those things alone. Each was a sin worthy of execution.

With that in mind, she quickly brought the cleaver down on the man, crashing it through his shoulder, and knocking him to the ground. Passing by, she paused, before stabbing the weapon into his back, and tearing it out violently. Crimson liquid pooled on the rocks as she continued on. Ahead were two more, one with a torch and a shield, looking out over the railings, down the road, while another slumped against the wall. At first, they appeared to be little more than a corpse, but the fact they clutched their cavalry sword, as well as their labored breathing meant that they were just taking a rest, with their friend watching over them. It was clear that if she were to try to attack the shield bearer first, then the other would immediately attack. So, she did the logical thing and attacked the man lying down first. So, she approached, weapon extended still from the fight before, and slammed it down, the cleaver cutting through his torso, before ripping it out violently, nearly cutting through the arm. The cries of pain from the man caused the other to turn around, and rush at her, pathetic wooden plank of a shield held up. It wouldn't offer much defense... but she didn't want to blunt the cleaver blade. No, in fact, there was a better alternative. That being of course, the Saw part of the Saw-Cleaver. Stepping quickly to the side as the Yharnamite charged at her, Alina quickly pulled on the mechanical crank as she brought the weapon to the left, preparing a swing as she dashed forward, saw blade cutting through the man's back like tissue paper. Considering that the fabric he wore was weakened through the blight he was starting to show, the comparison was certainly apt.

Taking a minute to catch her breath after this, she didn't dwell on the kills. Frankly... for the first time, she was beginning to come to terms with what this journey meant. These people... they didn't do anything particularly wrong. Besides attacking her, anyways. Still, she had to keep going. A group of four passed by the stairs she was descending, and she had a feeling they would attack as soon as they noticed her. So, she gained the upper hand by immediately rushing in, swiping at the back of the closest one, and then using the transformation to hit all of them. The first died quickly, but the others were now enraged. They had every right to be, in fairness. Unlike the last ones, she was definitely the aggressor. And she enjoyed it. Alina was in the element, cutting down these Yharnamites, them cursing their fates at the end. Checking up the stairs, there was a single man standing, watching a beast burn with fervor in his eyes. Leaning back to wind up the attack, the blonde struck him down with a single blow, making him fall to his knees. Opening the weapon, she then closed it back around his neck, and tore his head off with brutal twist and tearing motion. Blood splattered out of the stump that used to have a head, and it rolled off to the right. This is addicting.

Glancing around, she noticed a bag with some bottles sitting out. They were clogged with cloth... but a bit of fire would set them up to being Molotov Cocktails. She wasn't quite sure what the term would be here, but ultimately, they could be useful. Especially if that scream from before was any indication. A large beast would definitely need to be burned away. Putting them in her leather bag for later... and departed back down the stairs. Following the path, as soon as Alina crossed an abandoned, yet stylish carriage, she heard a harsh breath from behind. Quickly whirling to face whoever it was. A man with a battered top hat, another Yharnamite, but this time with a rifle. With satisfaction, she sank the saw's teeth directly into his head, cutting through the flimsy hat. He crumpled easily, just like the rest of these city-folk did. He was no threat if taken seriously... although, his gear might be useful. Checking his pockets found that there were quite a few bullets. Not being able to carry all of them... she sighed and left them behind, turning and deciding to go up the stairs... not noticing the bubbling liquid, and the small hands that took what she left behind.

As it turns out, walking along the top was the right call. At the far end of the street was a large mob, surrounding a large burning pyre with yet another, but much larger beast. This one was much larger, even more so than the black furred beast she had killed at the clinic. No, this meant that these people could still be dangerous. She shouldn't relent just because they could fall to a weapon such as the Saw-Cleaver easily. It was then that she found herself at a crossroads. She could go straight, which lead towards the crowd, with a path on the other side going past the locked gate... or she could go up the stairs and see where that went. Considering she would rather not deal with the mob if possible, Alina went up the stairs... and of course it was a dead end. Scaffolding indicated slight construction work, or repairs to the building beyond... but there was a corpse on the floor. He was torn apart, but his own effects seemed intact. Perhaps there could be something useful here. Kneeling down, she was about to look at it when there was a pattering of footsteps. Turning back as quickly as she could... A man was already swinging a cleaver down at her. With no time to swing the weapon... she tried to shoot him... but the shot went wild... and he slammed the makeshift weapon into her collarbone, tearing through fabric, and burying itself deep into her lung, only narrowly missing her heart. Alina tried dodging back, but to no avail, only causing pain, and her lungs starting to fill with blood. In the panic, the townsfolk managed to, again get close, his cleaver glinting viciously in the moonlight as he swung it in a rough horizontal arc, tearing her throat open, blood splattering out, spraying the Yharnamite in crimson droplets. Falling to her knees, the blonde just couldn't stay upright. She'd lost too much blood, and couldn't possibly recover... Falling to the ground, she couldn't keep her eyes open, only looking at the Yharnamite as he wandered back to his spot...

 

 

 

 

Only for Alina to awaken back in the isolated home, within a lonely dream. Looking up at it, nothing had changed. The home remained locked, and barred, and it was pointless to test it right now. Taking a breath, she looked over herself, to check that she was alright. No injury, nor pain remained, but it was clear that her current attire didn't offer much protection. Not that she had anything else to wear.

For the moment, though, this was the only safe sanctuary. Why she was given this shield from death... was still a mystery, but one she could investigate later. For now, she would not take this new power for granted. Approaching the tombstone from before... the previously indecipherable runes had changed out for a text she could read.

Yharnam

First Floor Sickroom

Central Yharnam

Considering where she needed to go, Alina reached forth and touched the Central Yharnam words, them glowing blue before fog surrounded her once more, not noticing that others in this hidden dream had begun to take notice. 

With a swirl of haze, she was back at the top of the ladder, where Gilbert resided. Looking down at the small lantern, Alina sighed to herself, Well, despite how this all happened in the first place... at least now I know that I am protected. By what, I do not know, but at least something is on my side...

Walking back the path she came from... Alina found that the place was... different. She'd walked these streets, seen the breaking of coffins and crates. But they had been reformed. Placed back. Is this some sort of... rewinding time loop?  Only now did she realize that to be the case as her ears picked up the sounds of ragged breathing, a waiting presence beyond the boxes. The Yharnamite was alive again.

So my foes continue to persist if I die? Good to know, I suppose.

Walking to it, Alina allowed them to attack, and quickly dispatched them. Continuing, she found the two from before as well...  and removed them as well. Even the group of four from before was no match, and so, the blonde quickly made her way back to where she died. There wasn't even any trace of her. No blood, no body... only the corpse from before, still lying there. But now she was warned. Stepping into view from a distance, she leveled the pistol and aimed it square at his head, killing him quickly with a hole gaping through it. Merely watching as he fell to the floor... she didn't notice that his eyes weren't normal like most Yharnamites... well, normal for them. Bloodshot, yellowed, and rotten... no. They glowed blue... and a shift of power occurred. Something she felt before, only subtly... now amplified. However she had died before, had taken something from her. Now she had taken it back. Still... caution must be taken. Only one path went before her... and now there was nothing else to do but press on.

Chapter 10: The Citizens of Central Yharnam

Recommended Music: Rite of Blood

 

 

Next... was a large gate, separating two areas apart. Normally, this road would have all manner of traffic, but right now? It was sealed. In the center of the large road, there was a massive pyre, in which a dark furred beast had been strung up, clearly meant to be tormented before death, if it was still alive when captured. The townsfolk chose to burn away the corpse. Perhaps a preventative measure, against an unyielding foe, perhaps just pure, unadulterated sadism against the miserable creature. Either way, it was dead. The true threat lay within the massive crowd currently watching the beast burn. There were far more than those patrolling the streets. From what Alina could view from here... there were two armed with breech-loaded rifles, several with mere tools, be they axes, sickles, or pitchforks, one with an actual cutlass, similar to those favored by western militaries many years ago, and one with a shield, wooden... and pointless against the beasts' inhuman strength.

Still, this group was in the way. There was an open gate on the opposite side to herself, so that was where she must venture. Carefully, she walked along the upper path... before a man yelled, leaping out from behind a stairwell. Ambush! Perhaps that's how these Yharnamites hunt? Either way... Ducking under the swing, she cut upwards, the blade of the saw cutting through the weak fabrics, and spurting out a spray of blood. Another hit... and his neck was severed roughly. Falling to the ground, the blonde walked past without even sparing him another thought. Continuing on... she followed a man dragging an ax on the floor... not yet realizing that some of the large group had already noticed the commotion.

As he fell to the floor, the clacking of shoes on the stonework grabbed her attention, pulling it to the group of three rushing at her. Just melee units... but they could be dangerous in larger groups. Tensing, she dodged back, out of reach of the jab from the front runner. A good choice, due to his sabre, missing and only cutting through the air as she already primed an attack. A horizontal swing, all while gripping the latch, causing the saw to open wide, hungry for blood, which it gleefully ripped out of him. She didn't just swing for range, but also because of the other two tailing him. They too ran right into the swing... and the third almost made the swing stop, but she still tore the saw back out, before reversing the swing, having the cleaver chop all three of their necks open with the mostly clean blade.

It was satisfying to see them crumple to the ground. With no other adversaries arriving... Alina took stock of the situation. The gate on this side was closed. The street's gate was barred shut, with something large banging against it. On the other side of the street, though, there was the entryway that passed beyond. That was where the platinum blonde needed to get to, the simple matter of getting there...was difficult. Many of these accursed Yharnamites still stood around the pyre, completely unaware of the four now lying dead at Alina's feet. One in particular, wearing a top hat, stood atop a parked carriage, rifle in hand. He'd be the most dangerous, potentially peppering shots of quicksilver bullets from a distance. Looking back towards the door, there was another gunner, hiding between an abandoned carriage and the raised path she currently stood. I must get to the other side... but charging in would be suicide... hm...

As she walked back towards the way she came from, she accidentally stepped on something small and hard. It hurt to do so, and so she checked what it was... and got an idea.

A mere pebble... well, there was the old story of David and Goliath, not one known in these lands, of course, but a rock is still useful. Even small and round as it was...

Hiding out of view, behind yet another carriage, she tossed the pebble up slightly, testing its weight. Enough to get someone's attention, yet not enough to do damage with a mere throw. That's fine. All she needed to do was thin the herd... aiming at the head of one of the closest Yharnamites, Alina calculated the angle... and then let it whirl. It hit right on the mark, or rather the back of his head. Stumbling forward a small bit, the Yharnamite turned back, growling to themselves as they stalked closer. They wouldn't take that offence lying down... but they didn't quite realize what they were dealing with. Neither would they ever know, too... since the cleaver smashed down right on their head, killing them quickly. Stepping past the corpse, Alina looked at the others. With their current numbers, she could theoretically run past them. There wasn't much worth in killing all of them, and on top of it, there was a high amount of risk to herself. As much as throwing stones at them seemed like a good idea... the blonde was running out of time. There was a lot to do, and so little time to do it. Taking a deep breath, tensing... she bolted towards the closest set of stairs. The weapons in her hands acted akin to anchors, itching for a fight and weighing her down, but she didn't dare drop them. Losing these gifts would be an insult to the small beings who gave them to her. Still, the man with the rifle shouted, before aiming his gun at her fleeting form. Without thinking, she just continued to run... and managed to bolt past where he predicted she would be. It, like her, bolted along its vector, passing just behind where her head used to be, and hitting the wall in a small scraping of sparks. Due to the nature of quicksilver bullets, it didn't make a lasting impact on the wall, but it still would have perforated the young blonde had she been hit by it.

Still, Alina paid them no mind as she ran past the gate into the next area, hiding on a set of stairs. The Yharnamites had followed, but now seeing no signs of their quarry, went back to their pyre. Whew... At least that is done. But now where to go... Looking over her surroundings, she found that it was a small central plaza. A fountain in the middle, with trees planted in nearby dirt patches... although, it was clear they had seen better days long ago, having lost all leaves... and sense of life in them. Looking around the corner, she saw what was banging against the large wooden gate earlier. It was a hulking brute, a large, hunchbacked... thing... wearing clothes. It was clearly inhuman, with its size and strength, but also... very humanlike. Best not to get its attention for now... walking back up the stairs, she found that there was a door with a red lantern, very much akin to what Gilbert had. Maybe they could help with directions? Approaching the door, she hesitated for a second, hearing the partying and raucous laughter from within... before rapping on the wooden door with her bare knuckles. The noise inside stopped, before a voice called out, "Oh dearie me, a poor sod locked out on the night of the Hunt..."

Sighing, she turned away looking over the fence, knowing these Yharnamites would be useless. Arrogant and useless, a nasty combo. However, it was at that moment when she noticed that the banging stopped. Turning... she found the hulking brute coming up the stairs, its bandaged face glaring at her.

Oh... shit... was all she could reasonably think before the monster, a brick in hand, charged towards her and slammed it into the side of her head, launching her into a pile of stacked up coffins. They shattered and splintered apart... not even cushioning her fall before she rolled off the edge of the stonework. The iron fence that had separated the path below apparently had a major hole in it, allowing her to roll down the stairs none too gently. She wasn't dead. It wasn't enough to kill her, she knew that, but the brute didn't follow. It sneered at her with its deformed face, before turning away from the railing and moving on.

Seeing her chance, she stood up, wincing as pain as she righted herself. I must ensure my surroundings are clear first... I didn't realize it'd look at me like that... Searching her bag, she found the blood vials were undamaged, and ready for use. Not wanting to take any chances, Alina stabbed into her thigh, and let the Holy Yharnam blood do its magic. The pain went away quickly, only after her broken bones reset within her bruised flesh. It was excruciating for a moment, almost bringing her to the ground again, before fading. That... so that's what it feels like when it knits bones back together... it's best I get used to it... for now... stretching, she glanced back the way she came. It was inaccessible to her now. Too steep to climb, and there was little reason to go back. Except for one. The bridge. There was a staircase that led up to it, and down here, it was inaccessible. At least for now. Sighing, she gauged her options. To the right, led down a path towards a lot of cages, and a lot of hounds. Something told her that they would be just like the Yharnamites... diseased and rabid. The path forward could be promising, and so could the path to a door. However, it was soon clear that the door was easily the safest bet, due to the passing of two of the brutes she had seen before. Blast... so that one isn't just special... and so the door was where she went. Carefully walking to it and putting her hand onto the door handle, and turned it as quiet as she dared. It gave no resistance, and opened inwards, into a dark, two story place. Next to the door on her left was a staircase leading up, while ahead of her was a door... and a silhouette. There was a Yharnamite waiting in the dark, barely visible... and then he attacked. Saber in hand, he lurched forward, stabbing towards her ungainly. Dodging to the side, she quickly cut his neck open with the saw, watching as he fell to the floor, grasping his neck. Looking ahead, there was a door leading outside. To be honest, Alina felt like caution was the best policy. While Alina's supplies were not low, per say, it was best to be efficient with said resources. Walking to the other door, she opened it... and found a familiar sight, albeit from a different angle. At the top was the iron gate leading to the lamp the little ones had established for her, and Gilbert's abode... this could be a useful route to open... if the man wasn't watching from the top of the stairs. With a yell, he went around to the stairs, and ran, ax in one hand, torch in another. Stepping back, Alina used her Saw-Cleaver to cut him down, with little resistance. Striding up the stairs, she found the gate did indeed lead her back to the lamp. One detail she noticed was that things she interacted with didn't reset after death. But... it was a risk she'd have to take. Gripping the iron bars of the gate, she pushed at them, parsing apart the barrier, and letting herself have access to the lantern once more. Gilbert was still coughing, heard even from outside, poor fellow. Still, there was no merit to going back to that alternate realm. No, for now, she needed to continue. Turning back, she entered the house once more. While the man was still dead, there was something in the dark that caught her senses. An overpowering scent of iron. Blood. There was little time to waste, but perhaps there could be salvageable resources. Especially blood vials. Can never have too much of this miraculous medicine...

 

 

As she checked the corpse, however, someone shifted in the dark. He had hidden himself well, considering he was bound to a wheelchair, and slowly lifted up the item in his hands to point at the intruder. It was a trap, simple and pure, with bait and now the trigger. He didn’t care who it was, just that it was something to kill for the Hunt. In all likelihood, this intruder was the one that slaughtered his son waiting by the pillar. He’d get revenge… oh yes he would. Grinning, the old man pulled the trigger and fired the gun...

 

Chapter 11: The Mentor and the Doll

Recommended Music: Sacred Parish

 

 

 

As soon as she heard the click behind her, Alina tried to move out of the way, but the shot caught her in the back of her shoulder. Staggering forward, she turned, ungainly, to face her enemy. It was an old man in a wheelchair, wielding a shotgun. Quickly, as he attempted to reload, she whaled into him, tearing him apart with her weapon and reducing him to a puddle of meat and blood within his wheelchair. Annoyed, she searched the remains, and found a couple bullets. At least this is useful... before moving back into the main portion of this building. Instead of going back outside... instead, she went up the staircase. It was the only way that didn't lead to certain danger. Arriving slowly at the second floor, amber light from an open door highlighted the room for her to see. There was a man hiding along the wall, and another inside. Quickly, she dispatched them with minimal effort. Sure, a few barrels may have been broken, but they didn't contain anything in them. There was nothing of value on the man, so she moved on. Similarly, there was little to explore inside... so, with nothing else, she would go outside. Moving quietly as possible towards the open door on the second level, she found it connected to a staircase that went up to the bridge! This was exactly what Alina needed, a route to Cathedral Ward. At the top of the staircase waited a man, clearly hesitating for one reason or another. Still, he had a weapon in his hand, and would most likely attack when he noticed her, so... she didn't give him the chance. Opening the cleaver, she quickly moved it in such a way that it snapped shut around his neck. Kicking out his knees, she snapped his neck with a violent pull, before tearing his head off with a yank of the handle, freeing her weapon once more. Checking her surroundings, she definitely knew why. To her right, there were two massive beasts, low to the ground with terrible claws and pitch black fur, akin to the one she had slain at Iosefka's clinic. That wasn't the way to go... besides, it headed the opposite direction of where she needed to go.

No, the true route lay to her left. Behind the carriage... was another brute, and a flock of crows. These weren't small, adorable ones... these were massive, almost her size, and completely engorged on blood. Gore stuck on their beaks, both sharp and blunt, and laying on the ground, belly touching it. Their wings were splayed to the side, unnatural for birds. Still, beyond them was the bridge. If she ran, maybe they wouldn't follow? The birds alone made Alina pause, but the brute as well? No... it was not worth the risk. Taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with the incense laced air of Yharnam, the blonde bolted out, passing by all of them quickly. The brute was the only one which turned fast enough, and even charged closer to her... but then stopped. It seemed afraid of the bridge, backing away, and staying on its side, with its murder. Very well, that makes this easier...

Until she felt the ground shudder. Thunder met her ears as a large form leapt from over the Cathedral Ward wall, and landed on the old stone bridge. It was a massive beast, far, far larger than anything she had seen before. It was humanoid in form, but over four times her size. It's face was animalistic, a mix of wolf and monster, with twisted antlers sprouting from the base of its skull. A long black mane covered its head and went down its left arm. The arms ended in large hands, with long claws. Its feet were the same, humanoid, save the same inhumanly long claws.

Then it shrieked, and Alina realized, I heard this thing earlier... it was what I heard on the ladder... before quickly moving out of the way as it slammed its much larger left hand into the ground where she stood. Stumbling from the impact, she was barely able to roll out of the way as it swiped at her position. Trying to regain her footing, Alina's eyes went wide as she found the beast already at her position. Attempting to get to her feet, the beast, instead of trying to hit her, grabbed her with both hands. Raising her into the air... there was a moment of calm... before it slammed the blonde down. And again. And again... and again... the final slam causing her spine to shatter, and organs to pulverize. This is it... she thought again, forgetting that she would be recalled, as the ground bubbled and she was pulled through, the last thing reaching her ears was the beast's shrieks as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

 

 

 

Awakening back at this… hidden realm, this Dream… Alina blinked. Things had… changed. For one, the doll from before was standing up, looking at her with a blank expression of expectation. Walking to it, she asked, clearly unnerved by all of this. “Hello?”

Keeping her porcelain gaze upon the blonde woman, she gave her own greetings. “Hello, Good Hunter.”

Cautious, she asked, a miniscule scrap of hesitation seeping into her voice. “Wh… who are you?”

With only a slight smile, the mysterious figure replied, hands clasped in front of her in a formal pose. “I am a doll, here in this dream to look after you.”

“Really?” There was a pause, before Alina asked the pressing question. After all, the last few times she trusted people... it was a mixed bag, for sure. The doctor brought ruin, while Charles brought her to the accursed city. Iosefka cured her, and now, somehow bound her to this place, albeit, clearly unintended... she needed to know what this being's intentions were. “How… do you plan to do such a thing?”

Monotone as she seemed to be, the Doll stated with gravitas… something that sounded a tad rehearsed. “Honorable hunter, pursue the echoes of blood, and I will channel them into your strength. You will hunt beasts... and I will be here for you, to embolden your sickly spirit.”

Hearing the voice of this Doll state it so clearly... and without any malice... seemed to indicate a genuine desire to help her. The last part, however, caught her immediate attention. “Echoes of blood… and you will turn them into strength?”

She nodded, a slight smile on her face, which encouraged Alina. This was basically cheating in life, but… she’d use it. “Do I have enough now?”

With a glance, the Doll stated sadly, “No… in fact, you have none.” Well, that must be rectified as soon as possible. She had to have lost them when she died… wait, that’s why the man from before had blue eyes after he killed her! That Yharnamite stole her Blood Echoes!

With this new key information in hand… gratitude leaked into her voice. “Thank you for informing me... um... Doll.”

Patient with her until the last, she gently smiled, “Of course, Good Hunter… Before you go…” She gestured up the stairs with her left arm in a slowly sweeping arc, “Did you speak with Gehrman? He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here, in this dream… such is his purpose…"

That was a little unsettling, but still, another ally is another ally. One that she could not ignore, as dangerous as her life had become. “I will meet with him immediately.”

The Doll lowered her head in respect, before turning back to look at the cold, yet comforting sky.

 

 

 

 

Walking up the stairs, Alina immediately noticed the door… was finally open. Inside was a warm interior, with carpet on wooden floors, book on a shelf at the far end, an altar in front of it, and a workbench along the wall, underneath a variety of weapons. However, along the left wall… was an old man in a wheelchair, resting his hands on a cane. One of his feet had been lost, replaced with a small prosthetic peg leg, and it was clear the years had not been kind. Whethered cloth covered his form, but they weren't yet rags, still holding their previous simple utility. Slowly walking towards him, she took off the hood, just so they could see each other better.

Looking up at Alina, the man sighed, “Ah-hah, you must be the new hunter. Welcome to the Hunter's Dream. This will be your home, for now.” The Hunter’s Dream? Finally a name to a place, but the man had more to say, and so the blonde listened intently, “I am... Gehrman, friend to you hunters. You're sure to be in a fine haze about now, but don't think too hard about all of this. Just go out and kill a few beasts. It's for your own good. You know, it's just what hunters do! You'll get used to it…”

That logic made sense. She wasn’t used to killing, so her main choices were often flight instead of fight. Mayhaps… fighting more would give her the confidence to stand up to the inhuman threats within this town? Experience gives confidence, and confidence reduces hesitance… and the ability to hunt down those that attacked her family, her home. To succeed in her quest.

“What exactly is this place? It’s not part of the normal world, is it?”

He nodded, appreciating her inquisitive nature somewhat. “This was once a safe haven for hunters. A workshop where hunters used blood to enhance their weapons and flesh.” Oh? Of course, that was what the workbench was for. To reinforce weapons, make them deadlier, faster, stronger… just as the Doll could help with her own body. “We don't have as many tools as we once did, but... You're welcome to use whatever you find.” Hunching a bit closer, he wryly smiled, a mere whisper in the night: “Even the doll, should it please you…”

With the sultry intonations, it was clear what he was referring to. To be fair, the Doll was beautiful. Ethereally so, but also very innocent. Basically with the mindset of a child. Whoever did that to her is just cruel. Gehrman even more so. Blushing at the thought, she shook her head, “Absolutely not.”

He took that in stride, regardless of the implications of what he said before. “Very well. This is your sanctuary for the night. Whatever you need… it’ll provide. The Doll will take care of your every need. And I shall advise you, if nothing else.”

“My thanks… but I must get going.”

He didn’t respond, only looking down, while she hurriedly left the room. There was little reason to stay, and she needed to get stronger. Fast. Especially if she needed to get past that massive beast guarding the bridge…

 

 

 

 

Walking down the stairs, one at a time, she found the Doll lowering her hands to the… strange beings she’d seen before. They almost seemed like… children, the way they marvelled and played…

“What… what are they?” Alina asked, more to herself. She hadn’t meant to utter the words, but seeing them like this… allowed her to voice her thoughts.

The Doll spoke back, all while keeping her gaze upon them. “Ahh, the little ones, inhabitants of the dream... They find hunters like yourself, worship, and serve them. Speak words, they do not, but still, aren't they sweet?”

“They act like messengers…” Nodding, she had solidified what to call them. Messengers.

“That they can be… but it is not all they do.” She turned to see Alina properly, her once Doll-like features far more alive than they were before. They didn’t look any different, but the eyes… the eyes showed far more liveliness than they had before. “You are setting out once more?”

With a single nod, the blonde affirmed her question. “I need to get back the Echoes I’ve lost.”

Understanding this, the Doll’s segmented hands clasped one of hers. They were strangely warm. Locking eyes, she stated clearly: “May you find your worth in the waking world.”

“I will try… thank you.” With that, she departed, kneeling before the tombstone, and utilizing the Messenger’s power to take her back, back to reality…

 

Notes:

I have a discord! Feel free to arrive at the Fractal Observatory to speak with others who are also observing the fractures as they occur, in a safe environment. The link is here: https://discord.gg/azS5Y7kWtz

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Borne of Ash and Gold