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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17
Saving Connor
With Zevran now in their party, they no longer traveled in silence. He always seemed to have something to say just about everything. Bridget knew when they fought some Darkspawn that her decision to bring him along was the right one. After all, who else in their group would say that they are 'ridiculously awesome' as Zevran had said. Soon enough they had made it back to Redcliffe and hurried to the castle. Bridget sighed in relief as she saw Irving was already present. Isolde looked as if she hadn't slept since they left for the Circle Tower. Bridget ran up to them. Irving sighed in relief.
"I am glad that you are here…I began to fear the worst."
Wynne stepped forward.
"If you have the preparations complete…I will enter the Fade and save the boy."
Irving nodded.
"Very well, Wynne."
Bridget touched Wynne's arm.
"Please be careful." She whispered.
Wynne nodded and walked with Irving off to the side. Bridget watched on as Wynne was lulled into a sleep. She prayed to the Maker that this demon was not like Sloth…though she could not be for certain…
Wynne awoke in the Fade and looked around. All around her were spirits, and they all were of a young boy and older man. Wynne turned her head as she heard a boy call out for his father and made her way to the sound of his voice. She approached the child and knew that the demon was within him. Wynne wasted no time in chatting; she immediately began to attack until the demon disappeared. Wynne jogged over to a Fade Portal and stepped through it, ending up somewhere else with wisps of spirits passing by her. She found the boy again and attacked, keeping in mind that there was a demon within him. Finally she came to her last confrontation with the demon. It was a desire demon…one of the higher ups in the hierarchy. The demon raised her eyebrows at Wynne as she approached her.
"Hmm…why do you bother me? Why help this child when you do not even know him. Why not just leave. I can give you a gift if you do…you are very old indeed…soon to wither away in fact. I can make you young again…how does that sound?"
Wynne shook her head.
"I want nothing you offer demon. This ends here and now…you will torment this child no longer!"
The demon shrieked with anger and lashed out at Wynne, knocking her backwards to the ground. Wynne stood quickly and grimaced. She immediately began to cast spells as fast as she could. Although she was more of a healer…she did have some useful, damaging spells up her sleeve. The battle was a rather fierce one as the demon had a habit of regenerating it's health…but soon enough Wynne had disposed of her and thus released Connor from her control.
Bridget and the others ran over to Wynne and Irving as Wynne stirred from her sleep. She sat up slowly as Isolde handed her a glass of water.
"My boy…is he safe?" she asked, her voice cracking with tears.
Wynne nodded.
"The demon has been vanquished. Your son is safe…"
Isolde covered her mouth to muffle her cry. She bent next to Wynne and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you," she turned and looked at the others. "Thank you all so much!"
Bridget swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.
"Mother?"
Isolde turned to see Connor standing by the entrance to another room. She ran towards him and scooped him into her arms.
"Oh Connor! Thank the Maker!"
Irving stood and helped Wynne up.
"Lady Isolde…may I see Arl Eamon…I would like to look at his condition myself." He asked.
Isolde nodded.
"But of course…I will take you to him now."
Bridget and the others followed Isolde, Teagan, and Irving to the Arl's bedroom. Bridget's eyes widened as they entered his room. She had never seen someone look so ill in her entire life…Eamon looked to be at death's door…as if he were hovering over him at that very moment, draining what little life remained from his sickened body.
"We have tried everything…some of your best mages are here, Irving…and he still does not stir."
Bridget walked up to Eamon's bedside to study him more closely. His face had many more lines in it now than it did since she had last seen him. His skin was pale…that of the whitest color you could get and it shined with the sweat of his fever. Isolde sighed.
"The only thing that will save him is the Urn…"
Bridget raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Isolde.
"The Urn? You mean the Urn of Sacred Ashes?"
Isolde nodded.
"Yes...you know of it?"
Bridget nodded and walked towards them.
"Well…I only know that it is a legend…my Nan used to tell me about it."
Isolde shook her head.
"It is not a legend…at least I hope not…" she replied in an anguished whisper.
Alistair looked at Bridget.
"We need Arl Eamon's support…" he whispered.
Bridget nodded.
"I can find this Urn for you." She stated.
Isolde looked at her.
"Really? You can?" she asked.
Bridget nodded. Isolde sighed happily.
"Thank you. You will want to begin in Denerim, seek out Brother Genetivi…he has been doing research on the Urn, he will be able to help!"
"Very well, I will seek him out immediately."
With that, Bridget and the others left the castle. Back at camp that night, she sat near the fire chewing and swallowing with disgust the dried meat that they had. Alistair sat next to her.
"You know, we might run into the elves before we hit Denerim…I believe they are near the Brecilian Forest. Perhaps we should go to them first."
Bridget nodded.
"I was thinking that as well."
Alistair was about to say something else before Zevran sat down in between him and Bridget.
"I must say my beautiful Grey Warden, I am very glad that you decided not to kill me even though I tried to kill you. Perhaps this is fate…a rather tricky hoe she is, no?"
Alistair frowned whereas Bridget burst out laughing. She finished her meal and stood.
"Well, time for a bath and then off to sleep then, we've got a lot of ground to cover tomorrow."
Zevran smirked.
"Would you like someone to accompany you to the river…no doubt you need help washing it…"
Alistair narrowed his eyes at Zevran and looked at Bridget to see that she was blushing.
"Ahem…ah no, Zevran I can manage that for myself."
Zevran smiled.
"Aw the lady blushes at my comment…perhaps I should use this tactic more often…"
Bridget shook her head and walked off towards her tent. She grabbed a blanket and some soap and disappeared in the nearby trees. Zevran turned to Alistair to see him staring after Bridget. A sneaky grin betook his face and he crossed his arms.
"Ah…so you do have feelings for her, don't you."
Alistair blushed and looked at him.
"W-What, no I-I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Zevran 'tsked' softly and shook his head.
"Come now Alistair, there is no reason for you to lie to me, I won't tell."
Alistair looked at the elf and released the breath that he didn't realize he was holding.
"Oh alright, I guess there really is no harm in telling you…"
Zevran turned to him, his attention caught. Alistair sighed.
"I don't know how to explain it…I sort of get this weird feeling when I'm around her…"
Zevran raised his eyebrows.
"Well it is normal to have odd feelings in your lower regions if they have never been used before, especially then."
Alistair rolled his eyes and blushed furiously.
"No not that type of feeling! I mean…it feels like I have a swarm of butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. She makes me nervous…and makes me babble more than I usually do."
Zevran contemplated Alistair and said,
"Well have you tried giving her a token of your affection?"
Alistair nodded.
"I gave her a rose but I…I think I may have made a joke out of it."
Zevran frowned.
"There are appropriate times to joke, Alistair…but they should never be when a woman's heart is concerned. Have you tried to kiss her?"
Alistair took a deep breath and shook his head.
"Um…no I…I haven't."
Zevran hit him in the arm.
"Well do it then! Woo her!"
Alistair furrowed his brow.
"Woo?"
Zevran looked at Alistair suspiciously.
"Do you mean to tell me you have never wooed before? You are…woo-less as it were?"
Alistair sighed and stood.
"Ugh this was a bad idea, I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this anyways."
Zevran chuckled.
"Well the answer to that is one: I am the only other male in camp which by the way I don't know how you managed to stay a virgin this long with these three lovely women accompanying you, and two: you wanted advice from someone who is experienced in the wooing arts such as myself." He replied.
Alistair ignored him and stomped off back to his tent. Perhaps what Zevran said was true…maybe he should try to kiss Bridget soon. But what if she didn't like it, what if she just wanted to be friends? Although she had kissed him on the cheek when he gave her the rose...Alistair sighed and sat on a log a few feet away from the others. Soon enough Bridget returned and the others turned in for the night. Alistair was expecting Bridget to as well, so he was a little surprised when she sat down next to him.
"Want some company?" she asked.
Alistair smiled at her.
"Of course." He replied.
They were quiet for a long while. All that could be heard throughout the air were the melodies of the crickets and frogs and the occasional splash of a fish jumping out of the water in the nearby pond. Alistair looked at Bridget and asked,
"So…what do you think of Zevran…really?"
Bridget looked at him and smiled.
"He seems to be a good addition to the party, don't you think?"
Alistair drew his brows together.
"You mean the comments he makes towards you don't bother you?"
Bridget laughed softly.
"Well no, I didn't say that. They make me a little uncomfortable, but I know he's just joking. Trying to cheer us all up a bit I suppose, much like you do with your jokes."
Alistair nodded and turned his head back to look in front of him. Bridget looked at him. Alistair looked very pensive…and had been rather quiet this evening. She gently touched his arm. Alistair looked at her and stared into her eyes. They held a questioning gaze.
"Is there something on your mind, Alistair?"
Alistair blinked. How was it she could read him so well? They barely knew each other…although they had been through quite a bit as of late. Perhaps that was the reason why she gave him that fluttering feeling in his stomach. He sighed deciding he couldn't hold it back any longer.
"I…I was wondering something."
Bridget blinked.
"What is it?" she asked.
Alistair licked his lips and cleared his throat.
"All of this…the constant battles…everyone here…will you miss it when it's all over?"
Bridget raised her eyebrows and looked up at the moon.
"I don't know…I haven't really given it much though since we've only just begun…although it seems like years ago that I was home with my family, as opposed to the month since then…why do you ask?"
Alistair bit his lip and looked at her.
"I…I was just wondering, that's all." He replied in a cracked voice.
Bridget furrowed her brow and looked at him. Alistair froze on the spot…she knew he wasn't telling her everything…he could tell that just by her gaze. They sat, quiet for a moment staring at each other before Bridget said,
"Are you asking me if I will miss you once this is all over, Alistair?"
Alistair smiled nervously and chuckled.
"I um…I suppose you're right, yes."
Bridget smiled at him and placed her hand on top of his. Alistair looked at their hands, and then back at her. Bridget batted her eyelashes up at him. In truth she felt like an utter fool…how this was supposed to get Alistair to like her was beyond her grasp. Though this is how her mother said to get the attention of boys, so she supposed it was worth a go…despite how stupid she felt.
"Have you got something in your eye?" Alistair asked.
Bridget giggled and rolled her eyes.
"No, that was just a stupid trick of my mother's. Apparently it doesn't work."
When Alistair looked confused, Bridget decided to drop the topic and return to his question.
"I…yes I will miss this. I like traveling…I like the fact that I am able to fight and stand my ground, although I hate how I ended up in this situation…but yes I will miss it all…and you, of course."
Alistair gave her a small, nervous smile.
"I…I'll miss you, too. You're a great friend…one of the few I can say I've actually had."
Bridget raised an eyebrow.
"Just a friend?" she asked softly.
Alistair blushed and cleared his throat.
"This might sound silly to you but…I have come to care for you…a great deal. It might be because we've been through so much together, I don't know."
Bridget smiled. Alistair took that as a notion to continue.
"Perhaps I am fooling myself…am I?"
Bridget shook her head and squeezed his hand.
"I care about you too, Alistair." Bridget replied in a whisper.
Alistair swallowed and smiled.
"I'm glad to hear that…"
His stomach felt as if it were going to explode from all of the nerves bouncing around inside it. Alistair slowly moved forward and kissed Bridget very softly on her lips. The kiss was very fast and chaste and Alistair pulled away before Bridget could really process that he had kissed her. He blushed and whispered,
"That wasn't too soon…was it?"
Bridget frowned.
"Well you pulled away so fast…I will need more testing to be sure." She replied.
Alistair smiled.
"Well…I'll have to see about arranging that then, won't I?"
Bridget laughed softly. Alistair blinked and sighed. What was he doing? He shouldn't be doing this…especially since she didn't know about his birthright…
"You should um…probably get some sleep, I'll handle the watch tonight."
Bridget blinked, a little surprised by his response.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay up with you?" she asked.
Alistair shook his head.
"I'll be fine, goodnight."
Bridget furrowed her brow and stood.
"Goodnight…"
She walked past him and back towards the camp. Alistair buried his face in his hands.
"What am I doing? This is a mistake…" he whispered to himself.
"You cannot help it."
Alistair turned to see Wynne approach him. She sighed and said,
"I would not normally say anything…but I can tell how much you care for her, and how much she cares for you."
Alistair sighed.
"I do care about her…"
Wynne patted him on the shoulder and said,
"If things were different perhaps you could be with her. Duty and honor separates you now…and if you were to enter into a relationship with her those very things may tear it apart. It is best to remain friends with her and nothing more. You do not know what lies along the vast road ahead, after all."
Alistair drew his brows together. He turned his gaze away from her and looked back up in the sky. A shooting star zipped along the black velvet of the night.
"That is my say in the matter at least. Perhaps I should not have said anything. I will leave you now. Until morning, goodnight."
Alistair sighed as she walked away.
"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself.
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