At first the knight was stumped by his question. It wasn't one he was accustomed to answering. In fact, he was certain he had never been asked that question in all his years. And he could have been considered very old. He was there when Gwyn took the first flame and began the age of fire. He helped to put an end to the age of Dragons, and he had fought for Gwyns age of fire since. So many years had passed... But who was he and where was he from?
"I came from a place without form. Without light. Without dark. A place where everlasting dragons ruled over everything" Artorias replied. "Or rather, they did. The world I know changed when four great and powerful souls were found within the kiln of the first flame. Lord Gwyn founded the first flame and brought about an age of fire. I was chosen to be one of his four knights, leading his armies into battle against the dragons. Against anyone who would stand in the way of his age of fire. The everlasting dragons were destroyed, great citadels and townships were raised up from nothing. Everything would be peaceful so long as the flame didn't fade. So long as the abyss didn't rise or spread any further" he said, lowering his gaze to the floor.
"I apologise. It is not a simple answer. I cannot clearly state where I am from because that place had no name. But Sif and I walked through the abyss when we were brought here. We were saved from it" he admitted, feeling some shame.