Re: Morrigan - "The One Who Died" 2/2
anonymous
September 11 2012, 19:55:45 UTC
From the group of men who had been with the Arl, he fell as last. She almost didn't recognize their leader, as she viciously stabbed the dead body, her breathing ragged before the dwarven drunkard and the assassin managed to drag her away.
"It's over, Thea."
It was the only time when just for the shortest moment that calm face broke into a grimace, as if the Warden was fighting tears. But she immediately stood straigh, cleaning her sword with piece of Howe's mage. "Let's go," she said quietly, "we got Queen to free and Landsmeet to call afterwards."
Alas, it was not meant to be so easy. First, the Warden succumbed herself to Ser Cauthrien, the second in command after Loghain and let herself to be dragged away in shuckles - to Fort Drakon. The look at the Queen's face showed them that yes, it indeed is time to panic and move quickly, very, very quickly.
The assassin and the dwarf got the Warden from the prison in record time, bringing the rather shaken looking Warden back. She never told him what happened in the prison, but she certainly seemed to become increasingly ruthless. She killed Loghain in the duel, pushed Alistair and Anora into marriage - only later Morrigan learnt that both of them had agreed to that beforehand - and united Ferelden under Grey Warden standard.
And Morrigan knew that her time was finally up.
She waited for the Warden to return to her room at Redcliffe, when they learnt the Darkspawn horde is, in fact, marching at Denerim, offering her a chance to live. Not for Alistair, not even for the Warden herself, but for her, so her friend could stay alive, and she could continue to call her that.
The Warden just looked at her for time stretching forever before she said one word. "No."
She left in a huff cursing the Warden for her idiocy and blindness of not being able to see this was her only chance to live - when she turned around one last time, to see the Warden standing in front of the fireplace, where she stood before, her head down and tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Farewell, my friend," she whispered, knowing the Warden didn't hear her and changed into a small dog, rushing through the castle corridors into the wilds surrounding the arling.
The battle itself took place several days later, the Archdemon killed by the female Grey Warden in terrible fight on the top of Fort Drakon. Morrigan had been present to her funeral rites, small dog hiding amongst the crowd, whimpering at the sight of her dead friend lying on the catafalque.
Later, she would gaze upon the golden mirror the Warden, Thea, gave her so long ago - and the female figure, engraved into its handle, would look exactly like her friend, giving her a small smile.
From the group of men who had been with the Arl, he fell as last. She almost didn't recognize their leader, as she viciously stabbed the dead body, her breathing ragged before the dwarven drunkard and the assassin managed to drag her away.
"It's over, Thea."
It was the only time when just for the shortest moment that calm face broke into a grimace, as if the Warden was fighting tears. But she immediately stood straigh, cleaning her sword with piece of Howe's mage. "Let's go," she said quietly, "we got Queen to free and Landsmeet to call afterwards."
Alas, it was not meant to be so easy. First, the Warden succumbed herself to Ser Cauthrien, the second in command after Loghain and let herself to be dragged away in shuckles - to Fort Drakon. The look at the Queen's face showed them that yes, it indeed is time to panic and move quickly, very, very quickly.
The assassin and the dwarf got the Warden from the prison in record time, bringing the rather shaken looking Warden back. She never told him what happened in the prison, but she certainly seemed to become increasingly ruthless. She killed Loghain in the duel, pushed Alistair and Anora into marriage - only later Morrigan learnt that both of them had agreed to that beforehand - and united Ferelden under Grey Warden standard.
And Morrigan knew that her time was finally up.
She waited for the Warden to return to her room at Redcliffe, when they learnt the Darkspawn horde is, in fact, marching at Denerim, offering her a chance to live. Not for Alistair, not even for the Warden herself, but for her, so her friend could stay alive, and she could continue to call her that.
The Warden just looked at her for time stretching forever before she said one word. "No."
She left in a huff cursing the Warden for her idiocy and blindness of not being able to see this was her only chance to live - when she turned around one last time, to see the Warden standing in front of the fireplace, where she stood before, her head down and tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Farewell, my friend," she whispered, knowing the Warden didn't hear her and changed into a small dog, rushing through the castle corridors into the wilds surrounding the arling.
The battle itself took place several days later, the Archdemon killed by the female Grey Warden in terrible fight on the top of Fort Drakon. Morrigan had been present to her funeral rites, small dog hiding amongst the crowd, whimpering at the sight of her dead friend lying on the catafalque.
Later, she would gaze upon the golden mirror the Warden, Thea, gave her so long ago - and the female figure, engraved into its handle, would look exactly like her friend, giving her a small smile.
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