War and Peace
Logain never knew much of peace. He was born into a world torn by war. The Orlesians never were kind to his people. From an early age the atrocities they had committed against his family. He could see the corpses of the men that had died in the rebellion. Good men, loyal men. Men who had families that he had lived beside for years that were ended with the single stroke of a blade. He could go his entire life and he never would be able for what they did to her. His mind quickly moved away from that memory. Now was not the time to linger upon that sort of thing.
He knew war, could feel it in his blood. It was as if battle has a heartbeat and if he listened closely he could know the way that it would go. The fear, the chaos, it felt almost like home. It was not a pleasant realization, but it was all he knew. He supposed peope could not always choose what home they had when they were born into it.
It was in war he had his victory. People celebrated him and his king as he brought him home. It was a different time then. Victory over the Orlesians was something to be rejoiced upon. He could see the pure adulation in people's faces. The men and women screamed and dnaced in the streets for several week. As much as he liked to pretend that he didn't enjoy it, deep down Logain knew that it was all worth it when he saw their faces.
And then war hit again. It wasn't an open war this time. It was a hidden one, one that was welcomed in by the new king. Cailan could not see the dangers that lay in an allaiance with the Orlesians. How could he? The pretty blonde had never seen their atrocities like Logain had. So, as a loyal member of the Fereldan resistance, Logain did what he must. He knew that in war sacrifices had to be made. The Rebel Queen had known it. His father had known it. He knew it as well.
Before the blade hit him as he knelt on the ground in the palace, he knew that his people, the people of war, could finally be put to rest. Now was a time for peace.
He knew war, could feel it in his blood. It was as if battle has a heartbeat and if he listened closely he could know the way that it would go. The fear, the chaos, it felt almost like home. It was not a pleasant realization, but it was all he knew. He supposed peope could not always choose what home they had when they were born into it.
It was in war he had his victory. People celebrated him and his king as he brought him home. It was a different time then. Victory over the Orlesians was something to be rejoiced upon. He could see the pure adulation in people's faces. The men and women screamed and dnaced in the streets for several week. As much as he liked to pretend that he didn't enjoy it, deep down Logain knew that it was all worth it when he saw their faces.
And then war hit again. It wasn't an open war this time. It was a hidden one, one that was welcomed in by the new king. Cailan could not see the dangers that lay in an allaiance with the Orlesians. How could he? The pretty blonde had never seen their atrocities like Logain had. So, as a loyal member of the Fereldan resistance, Logain did what he must. He knew that in war sacrifices had to be made. The Rebel Queen had known it. His father had known it. He knew it as well.
Before the blade hit him as he knelt on the ground in the palace, he knew that his people, the people of war, could finally be put to rest. Now was a time for peace.