A Second Flame

Astrea of Astora. A wanderer, a pilgrim from the Asylum sent off on some wish and whim from poetic bullshit spewing knight. She's cursed, she's hollowing, she doesn't know how long she has left. Might as well see if there's anything to this prophecy crap. Who knows? It might be fun. AU fic, based on Dark Souls 1. Rated M for language and violence.