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Evane's Journal Entry 7-8Another week went by. Alistair kept himself composed around the other recruits and the Wardens. After the Blight was over people flooded to Weisshaupt wanting to become a legendary Warden, just like the one who ended the Blight. The Gray Wardens were once again warriors of great skill to be honored and revered. 'And it's all because of you love.' It had become a little easier as time went on and as he knew he would soon be with her again. The dreams were getting stronger. In a week or two he would leave his stuff to the Wardens and head out to the Deep Roads. Alistair had started a training session for the newest of the recruits, having been one of the two Wardens alive during a Blight. The Blight before theirs was now over four centuries ago and all the Wardens from that time had long since died in the Deep Roads.
It was hard to train farmers and merchants to be warriors. People who didn't know a thing about fighting let alone fighting Darkspawn. Not that there was that much of a diff
Evane's Journal Entry 5-6Alistair sat on the bed and stared at the ratted cover as he had done every night since he arrived at Weisshaupt a week ago. That day they had a funeral procession for Evane. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her. She looked like she was sleeping. Like any moment she would wake up and order everyone to tear down camp and get moving. She was always on the bossy side. Not that he minded. But she wasn't going to wake up. She was never going to wake up again. Tears welled in his eyes again. He wiped them away. 'I thought I was done with this.' He had always hated to cry. The Templars saw it as an action deserving punishment. For the most part he was just funny and sarcastic. But Evane had seen through that. She saw through the mask of jokes to the vulnerable person beneath. Though it pained him to admit it that was exactly what he was, vulnerable. But with Evane none of it mattered. Not race, not hair, not even his royal blood. It only mattered that they loved one another.
Evane's Journal Entry 2-4A familiar sent surrounded Alistair. It was rose, mud, metal, and blood. He recognized it as Evane before he even knew where he was. He smiled without opening his eyes knowing she would be watching him, waiting for him to wake. She sat like that every morning. Patient, even though she gets up hours before him. When he didn't hear her voice after a moment he slowly opened his eyes. She wasn't there. He was distressed at first, looking around franticly. Then he remembered he was in the Arl's estate. The battle was yesterday. Evane Evane didn't make it. He laid back in defeat his strength and will gone. Just as it had been when Leliana had told him that Riordan had failed and Evane wasn't coming back. He had collapsed on the field right there and refused to leave until she came back and told him she was just running behind or that she was getting back at him for his stupid jokes. She didn't come back Zevran knocked him out from afar and Apollo carried him into his ro
Worth the FightJenna had been fighting since the shems had murdered her mother and she was sick of all the death and the blood. She had no regrets, everything she had done was to protect or suvive. But she still wanted nothing more than to live her life in peace. The blood she has spilled could fill Lake Calenhad. The only thing that made anything worth it was Alistair. She loved him more than she thought possible having only met him a few months ago. Any time she was not killing things was spent with or around Alistair. He was her one bright light in her world of destruction and misery. She looked to where he sat in the Wonders of Thedas pouring over a book titled '101 Tevinter Swears.' A laugh escaped her and she tried to quite herself before he heard her.
She did a poor job. He looked up to see her leaning on a bookshelf and covering her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle her giggles. He stood and walked to her. "You know for a rouge you suck at stealth."
She punched him on his arm. "Sh
Evane's Journal 1Alistair stood at the foot of the bed that Evane had slept in just the night before. And now? Now she was gone. Gone forever. And he couldn't help but blame himself. If he had been there with her then she wouldn't have taken the final blow. He could have done it and she wouldn't of died. He laid on the right of the bed. Evane liked the left and he couldn't bring himself to sleep on the side she slept on. Everything was exactly how she left it. Two of the palace guards had tried to take some of her belongings to Queen Anora, so they could lay Evane to rest with them. They came and demanded that he vacate the room. When he refused they told him they were sent by the Queen. He still didn't care. He warned them. Once. When they came in anyways things got more violent. He grabbed the first guard's breastplate and shoved him into his friend and out of the room. Only when he was sure none of Evane's things would be harmed did he draw his sword from his scabbard.
The guards had foll
In Death SacrificeI am alone.
In war victory,
I am afraid.
In peace vigilance
I am in pain.
In death sacrifice.
I am about to die.
I had told Riordan I would kill the dragon if he had failed. He had failed. I get ready to strike. Alistair stops me. "I will kill the Archdemon."
"No Alistair, I gave my word to Riordan." I start to charge.
He stops me again. "I want this to be my first and final act as king. Stopping the Blight before it really begins."
"Are you sure that's the only reason?"
"Your right. I love you and I can't let you die. Not while I could save you."
"I can't let you die either. I won't let you do it."
He gave me a smile. "You say that like I'm giving you a choice." He nods to Zeveran and Ares who grabbed me and held me back.
Alistair took one last look at me and then started running towards the injured dragon. He grabs a sword that was sticking out of a Genlock and he jumps on the Archdemon.
I freeze in terror. The sword cracks through the thick skull releasing a bright light that shoots
Ending the BlightSilently I march
Death I ride to meet.
I will face them all alone
For I know I won't be beat
The field is strewn with bodies
And ones I've yet to slay.
My enemies there beside them
With blood I'll make them pay
The Qunari and the sister
The once assassin too,
These three and I go ridding
Filling out our killing crew
I never heard the end
It never made a sound.
I left the one I loved
For I knew he would be bound
For he would take this blow
And he would kill the beast
And that would surely kill me
As much as dragon's teeth.
I am ready as it falters
To save this land of mine
I will save the man I loved
The king will soon be fine.
No more time for thoughts
I give my last goodbye.
And Alistair be with me
I send my love with thy
I know my time is nearing
I soon will be consumed
And with the dragon's soul in me
I know I will be doomed
My final battle's ending
My final foe is gone.
My love says words of sorrow
As I pass beyond.
I smile at him weakly
As the sister gives my note
He glances at it
Strength'I wasn't there. I didn't protect them. It's my fault.'
Maya Hawke sat on her bed her door closed. 'I couldn't save them. Carver. He was my younger brother. I should of protected him he shouldn't of attacked that ogre. I should have gotten to it first. Bethany, my beautiful sister, she should have never gone into the Deep Roads with us. Mother I failed her most of all. She was the only real family I had left and I failed her. I should have been quicker. As a rouge I know the value of a quick strike and a swift foot. Still I was to trusting. That MAGE was the cause of it all. But it was my fault. It was all my fault.'
Someone knocked. 'Just go away' she thought. He came in anyways, his robes shining in the fire light.
"What do you want Anders?" She was in no mood to deal with anyone right now.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy. It's not like my entire family is dead. My uncle hates me even more than usual. And it's all my fault." She was hurting and the only way to make it better was to hur
DA- Golden EyesGolden Eyes
Cullen sat among his fallen comrades. The MAGES had tortured them for hours and only once they had gone mad did they deliver death upon them. He did not know what had made them insane but he would stay strong. Footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. He could vaguely see a girl coming towards him.
"Cullen!" she yelled her robes flying behind her as she came closer. She stopped at the invisible barrier of light. "What have they done to you?" he could see the tears staining her cheeks and hear the concern in her voice.
"Miry? What are you doing here?"
"I came to save you."
"Really?" He had dreamt of her every night since his imprisonment. She was the only thing that made his cage bearable and now she had finally come.
"Of course. When I didn't see you with Greagor and the other Templars I was worried."
"So you braved a tower full of Abominations and blood mages?"
"And demons. Why wouldn't I? You're special to me."
"I I I don't know what to say."
"Say you love me."
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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