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Dawn

Dawn painted the village of Redcliffe with pale light as Wraith surveyed the carnage. Twice-dead corpses littered the small village square, and the stink of decaying flesh overpowered the smell of rotting fish from the nearby docks.
"At least the undead don't bleed all over you," Zevran commented sourly, wiping his blades off before sheathing them.
Wraith merely raised an eyebrow at the other elf and turned to Alistair, standing beside the village's mayor, Murdoch. "We need a way into the castle itself. Any ideas?"
Alistair frowned. "Our best bet is to talk to Teagan. He's probably still in the Chantry."
Wraith grimaced, but followed Alistair into the building, his nose itching from the smell of too many candles and old incense. Teagan Guerrin, Bann of Rainesfere and Eamon's younger brother, was talking with Mother Helen, but turned when Wraith walked up.
"Thank you for your assistance," Teagan said. "We'd have lost a lot of good men without your help. But we still need to get into the castle and find Eamon."
Wraith nodded, his respect for the man growing. Teagan was not flinching from what could prove a painful task. It was likely that his brother was dead within the castle, yet the man had not given up or flinched from his duty. Wraith began to see where Alistair had gotten some of his own quiet strength. "That was our thought as well. We were hoping you might have a plan."
Teagan smiled grimly. "I do. Let's walk up to the windmill, and I'll explain on the way."
Wraith collected the rest of his companions on the way, and Teagan walked with Wraith and Alistair, keeping his voice low.
"There is a passage into the lower levels of the castle that only the family knows about," Teagan explained. "I propose that we go in that way, and work our way to the courtyard. If we can open the gates, Sir Perth and the remaining knights of Redcliffe can provide reinforcements." Teagan sighed. "I can't ask Murdoch or the villagers for any more help. They're exhausted, and they're none of them fighting men by trade. A village militia isn't ready for what we might face."
Alistair spoke up, his voice level. "And what is it that we might find?"
Teagan looked at Alistair, sympathetic. "Not much of a homecoming, is it? More undead, I'm assuming, and whatever it is that's causing the dead to walk."
Wraith nodded, his expression thoughtful. "In other words, this is going to be a fight all the way. Give us a bit of time to rest and eat. We've been up all night as well, and I for one need a brief respite."
It was cold rations and scant conversation as the small company considered what might lie ahead. Alistair took some cheese and bread, and a couple of small apples, and nodded to Wraith as he walked away, perching on a rock with a vantage of the lake. Wraith followed and sank to the ground beside him, and accepted his share of the hasty meal, waiting patiently for Alistair to say what was on his mind.
Alistair ate for a moment in silence before he turned his head to look at Wraith. "Demons, or at least one demon. What else could be doing this?"
"We've killed demons before," Wraith said. "Powerful ones at that. Why do you think this will be any different?"
"Because Eamon's in there, and Isolde, and their son." Alistair sighed a little. "We're not usually dealing with hostages, well, except for the Circle, that is."
Wraith crumbled a bit of bread crust. "It's no different," he said after a time. "If we let the demon live, everyone in Redcliffe dies. I know you want to save Eamon, and we'll try, but if it comes down to a choice between saving Eamon and killing the demon..." Wraith's voice trailed off and he laid a hand on Alistair's arm. "I'm sorry, but you know I'm right."
Alistair's green-gold eyes were cloudy. "This is why I don't want to lead," he replied. "How do you do that? How do you choose who lives and who dies?" The despair in his voice tore at Wraith.
Wraith hooked his hand around the back of Alistair's neck, drawing him in until their foreheads touched. "Creators, Alistair, I don't enjoy it. Hurting you is not something I want to do, don't you know that?" Wraith's heart felt heavy, and he fought back an urge to turn, to leave this place and let others make the hard choices this time, anything to wipe the pain from Alistair's eyes.
"If I thought it was easy for you, I wouldn't love you so much." Alistair's rough hand slid up to cup Wraith's face, and Wraith drew back slightly, enough to look into Alistair's eyes and seeing only warmth. Alistair leaned in and kissed Wraith, not caring if the others saw him, and Wraith returned the kiss, falling into the solace of his lover's touch.
They finally broke apart, and Wraith rested his forehead against Alistair's forehead again, feeling stronger. Alistair's hand was still warm against his cheek, and Wraith could taste the apple from Alistair's lips on his own.
"I know you'll try to save them," Alistair said, and the conviction in his voice made Wraith shiver. "And if you can't, I'll understand." He snorted a little. "Teagan was right. It's not much of a homecoming, but then again, neither of us can go home again."
Wraith's hand moved up to cover Alistair's hand where it rested along his cheek. "Then we make a home, when this is over, you and I. I think we're owed that much, don't you?"
Alistair's face came up, his lips brushing Wraith's as he spoke. "At the very least," he agreed, and he kissed Wraith again, a last kiss before they both stood and went to find Teagan.

Prompt word: Dawn
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