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Relentless

The courtyard of the Vigil was busy as soldiers ran about, preparing and gathering for the battle that was to come. Lisha stood in the middle, shouting out orders and directions. The statue of Andraste loomed over her like a giant sentinel, its white marble reflecting the light from the lit torches. She hated that statue. More bad things had happened around it than she would have liked.
Lisha looked back at the Vigil. Everyone inside was rushing, the darkspawn would be on them soon. She could feel it too, the taint starting to become thick around the keep. It was that corrupted taint, the one that was different from the usual type. Lisha focused on it, feeling its strength as the creatures got closer, as they prepared themselves as well for a fight to the death.
It was still strange to her, these talking darkspawn. It was one of those things that took awhile to get used to, if one could get used to it at all.
“Incoming!”
She heard the warning, and looked away from the keep and to the sky, moving out of the way just as a large fireball landed next to her. It exploded, hitting the statue and shattering it to chunks. Lisha had covered herself, gotten out of the way of the fireball just in time, but the statue fell on her. She felt a bone in her arm break, and she cursed in her elven tongue.
“Damn darkspawn.”
“Commander! Commander! Are you all right?” Varel ran out to her. He helped her stand when he noticed she was holding her left arm.
“I'll be fine, Varel,” Lisha said as she stared up into the sky, looking for any more incoming fireballs. She hugged her arm to her chest, feeling it already beginning to swell.
“Commander, maybe you should go see--”
“Varel, continue to get the men ready. The darkspawn are obviously here.”
Varel eyed her suspiciously. He hadn't known her for very long, but he knew enough not to question her orders. “As you wish, Commander.” He bowed to her, but before leaving picked up her bow and handed it to her. Lisha nodded her head in thanks.
As he left, she looked at her arm. It was broken in the forearm, leaving her in no condition to fight. She would eventually have to go and find a healer, especially if she wanted to fight. But she didn't want to go in the Vigil. That's where Arawin was, and the pain Lisha was going through right now was nothing compared to hers. It was something Lisha could feel sympathy with. She just hoped Arawin would recover from it.
Looking away from the Vigil, Lisha stared back to the sky. Zelda was out there, another going through pains that none of them should have been going through at such a young age. Lisha felt sorry for the queen, and hoped that once the matter with the darkspawn was taken care of, she would be able to handle her problem.
“Commander, quickly, we need you!” Lisha saw Sergeant Maverlies gesture for her from the other side of the courtyard. Putting her bow on her back, Lisha made her way over as she passed through a line of knights.
“What is it, Sergeant? Are all the preparations ready?”
“Yes--” The keep shook as more fireballs flew through the air, hitting the walls and exploding in the courtyard. “Yes, Commander, we just need your word to open the gates.”
Lisha could hear the twang of arrows as the archers on the walls began firing into the darkspawn on the other side. She hugged her arm closer to her chest and looked back and forth from Maverlies to the keep and then to the courtyard beyond to the gate. She could feel her comrades down there, waiting for the orders.
“Alright, open the gates. They'll swarm in, but we'll be ready for them. These darkspawn will learn one way or another.”
“Yes, Commander.” Maverlies turned her attention to men waiting out in the courtyard. To Lisha's fellow Wardens who stood at the front lines. “Open the gates!” she shouted.
Lisha watched as the main gate of the Vigil slowly opened only to burst forth with a flood of darkspawn. They thought it best to go ahead and open the gate instead of waiting for the darkspawn to open it for them. This way the darkspawn would only have one entrance and hopefully not make one of their own. Although Voldrik said that wouldn't be happening any time soon, Lisha still didn't want the darkspawn attempting it.
She looked down in the courtyard to see her Wardens fighting with vigor. Damien was at the immediate front, swinging both his swords in a terrible, bloody dance. Justice was along side him, the two warriors working hard to take out as many of the darkspawn as they could, but there were still many who got by them. Sigrun and Oghren took care of these bunch, or at least as much as they could. With all the darkspawn they already had killed, more seemed to be streaming in the courtyard. More fireballs flew through the air, hitting the Vigil's towers and hurtling screaming archers to the ground. Both Lisha and Maverlies winced when a tower close to them was hit and afterwards, several bodies hit the ground.
“Sergeant, start getting your men ready,” Lisha said, knowing she needed to start doing something. “Have them focus most of their fire on the tougher darkspawn. Alphas, shrieks, and emissaries. And Creators forbid, if any ogres should happen to burst in here, take them out as soon as possible!”
“Right, Commander. Men, you heard the commander!” Maverlies made her way past Lisha, running behind her men to get them in position. With the sergeant gone, Lisha next started looking for Velanna. With Anders in Amaranthine, Velanna was the only mage they had at the keep. It made Lisha weary, wishing she hadn't sent Anders with Zelda, but he was probably needed just as much there as he was needed here.
“Velanna!” Lisha shouted when she spotted the mage throwing a large boulder at a genlock that was about to attack Captain Garevel from behind. She gestured for Velanna to join her when she looked over.
“Caun, what is it—Oh! Your arm!” Velanna immediately saw how Lisha was holding it along with the swelling.
“Yes, I need you to fix this,” said Lisha. “Then I need to decide the best position for you.”
“I'm fine where I was.” Velanna took her arm and began healing it. “I can see the whole courtyard and can help where I can.”
“That might be true, but I'm not really sure I want you in the courtyard. You're the only mage we have right now and I don't want to risk you getting hurt or worse.”
Velanna scolded at her. “Don't worry so much about me! Worry about yourself, Caun. Let me deal with my own position.”
“Alright,” Lisha said reluctantly. “I trust you'll be fine, so go back to where you were and offer as much support as possible.”
“Seriously, what are you worried about, Caun?” Velanna smirked. “These darkspawn are nothing. We have this! Especially with you here.” She then ran back down the steps, taking back her position and summoning a ring of vines around her body. The vines twitched and struck out at any darkspawn that came too close.
“I don't know if that's true,” Lisha whispered to herself. “I don't have a good feeling about this.”
***
The hurlock swung its sword right over Dayno's head. If he hadn't've ducked, it would have taken his head clean off. As the hurlock brought its sword back around, Dayno pressed forward. His curved sword spiked straight through the darkspawn's gut, causing it to gurgle blood and fall to the ground.
With the darkspawn dead, Dayno took a moment to step back and catch his breath. They just kept coming, the darkspawn, pouring through the gate. It reminded him of Denerim, of what seemed like an endless stream banging against their defenses. He didn't think he would see anything like this again.
He heard an order and a blanket of arrows flew over his head and stabbed into the incoming crowd of tainted creatures. Some of them stopped dead in their tracks, but many still kept coming forward. Still banging and pressing them backward into the courtyard. Dayno wasn't sure how much longer they could take it before they would need to retreat further into the Vigil.
There was another shouted order and Dayno looked up to see Lisha standing at the top of the stairs. Sulhigil was notched with two arrows that she sent flying. They landed in the back of an alpha genlock that was attacking Justice. With the alpha paralyzed, Justice was then able to finish it off and go to help Damien who was fighting two hurlocks at once.
Dayno looked back up at his wife, seeing her completely focused on the battle before them. That was good. She needed to be focused. As much as he hated it, and as much as he wanted to give her an answer to the question she had asked him before the battle, he just couldn't. He already had an answer for her—the obvious one—but he didn't want to tell her it just yet. Dayno wanted to wait and see what her reaction was. He really wanted to make sure she was telling him the whole truth.
He felt it coming. The shriek crossed its sickled claws and went to cut Dayno in half. He placed up his shield to block the blow. It pushed him back, making his hands go forward to the ground to keep his balance. When Dayno regained his balance, he brought his sword up and across the shriek's chest. The tip of the blade caught the darkspawn's lower jaw, snapping its neck back. Several arrows came streaking through the air, embedding themselves in the darkspawn's back. It screamed, the sword still stuck in its jaw. Dayno pulled on his sword, ripping the lower jaw off. Another arrow took out its eyes and the shriek fell to the ground.
With it dead, Dayno took another breather, but it didn't last before another darkspawn came to attack him. There was still no end, nothing to show that the continuous stream of darkspawn was beginning to dwindle.
“Dworkin!” Lisha screamed at the top of her lungs. “The gates!”
Dayno didn't really know what the mad dwarf was capable of, but he knew enough that he and the others needed to get away from the gates as soon as possible.
“Damien! Justice! Come on, we need to pull back!” Damien understood as he finished off a genlock and ran after Dayno. Justice, however, scolded at their retreat but eventually followed when he saw the massive ball hurtling towards them from the keep. Oghren, Sigrun, and Velanna were already retreating back, but none of them were back far enough when the ball hit.
No one expected the outcome. Dayno assumed it would be something like a mage's fireball, exploding on impact and catching a few darkspawn ablaze. This did just that, but worse. The explosion was huge, ear-splitting with a shockwave so powerful it knocked Dayno and the others to the ground. Even Lisha, who was the farthest from the gate, was pushed to the ground and flung across the gravel. Dayno covered his ears, he felt the heat of the fire, and even with his eyes closed as well, could still see the brightness shining through his lids. He laid on the ground, curled up in a ball as his ears rang and the heat threatened to consume him. When it began to cool, when the light finally became bearable, Dayno opened his eyes to see the gates not only ablaze and destroyed, but no darkspawn in sight. Or at least not a whole darkspawn. They were scattered about in pieces. Chunks of burning darkspawn flesh rained down upon the scene. A thick cloud of gray smoke choked the air, making it impossible to see.
Dayno slowly stood, feeling the others beside him do the same thing. He couldn't feel any darkspawn anymore, making him wonder if that blast had really killed them all. He waited for a moment, searching the area through the taint to make sure before he cried out in victory. He was glad he didn't when he felt the powerful and alien feeling of one of the talking darkspawn.
They saw its frame in the smoke. The darkspawn slowly made its way through the hazy gray, stopping short and staring at all of them with its dark eyes. “The Vigil will fall,” it growled. “The Mother will have her vengeance! The Herald will kill the warden-commander!”
Dayno stiffened from his words. He gripped his sword tighter and growled at the Herald. If he wanted her, he was going to have to go through him first.
The Herald laughed as all the Wardens before him prepared themselves to take him down. His laugh intensified as he raised his staff above his head. “Come, Children!” he cried. “Take the keep and kill the Wardens!”
From out of the smoke crawled and scurried Children of many levels. They came in a swarm, surprising the Wardens. Up to this point, neither of them had fought or seen any of them come through the gate. Now here they were, the Herald commanding them.
He wanted to go after the Herald, to keep him away from his goal, but Dayno soon became swarmed by Children. They came at him from all sides. The others being surrounded as well. Dayno tried to escape, but was unable to get past their circling teeth. He was forced to watch as the Herald casually walked by them all and up the stairs without residence.
***
“Commander! We need to pull back!” Captain Garevel shouted. “We're not going to be able to last much longer. The darkspawn just won't stop coming.”
Lisha stared over at him, knowing he spoke the truth. No matter how hard her Wardens fought, or the Vigil's soldiers, no matter how many arrows she and the other archers could release into the swarm, there was no stopping them. She knew she had to do something, and quick.
“All set, Commander!” Dworkin yelled behind her. His voice was distant, but loud enough that she could hear him clearly. That was what she needed. If she could just get the darkspawn to stop coming for a short amount of time, then they would be able to retreat further into the Vigil's courtyard and rethink their strategy.
Giving the order for Dworkin to release his explosive, she tried to signal to her Wardens to retreat, but there apparently was no time. She saw Dayno had grabbed Justice and Damien to move back, but the large ball of explosives reached the gate before any of them could get far away enough. Lisha even felt it as the shockwave hit her and sent her flying to the ground. The massive amount of sound and heat was not what she was expecting. But neither was what came next.
Lisha felt him as he entered the courtyard. Heard him as he shouted for her death and the destruction of the Vigil. She stood and saw the corrupted darkspawn crawl out of the gray smoke and attack. The Herald slowly made his way up the stairs, straight to her.
“No!” It was a shout that came from the side. Varel suddenly appeared and landed on the Herald, bringing his greatsword down on the emissary's head. The Herald roared from Varel's unexpected appearance and pushed the human off. The two clashed together, sword against staff as the Herald fought the old warrior as if he wasn't unaccustomed to hand to hand combat. Lisha fired an arrow, but it did nothing, only bouncing off the Herald's thick armor. She could tell Varel was losing, as the Herald pushed him back further and further. She went to go and help but found she was too late when the Herald kicked Varel in the gut then struck his staff against the warrior's head. Varel fell hard to the ground and cried in pain when the Herald speared the sharp end of his staff into his back. The Herald then ripped his staff out and went to do it again.
“He is not the one you want!” Lisha screamed. An arrow embedded itself in the darkspawn's arm, stopping him from jamming his staff back down. The Herald growled and stared over at her, his staff still high above his head.
“You are not the one the Herald wants, either.”
“You want the commander? I am her.” Lisha raised Sulhigil to eye level, the arrow within pointing straight at the Herald's heart.
Lowering his staff slowly, the Herald turned to her. His eyes were dark, unrelenting, and determined to get to their goal. “You are not the commander. You do not possess the song!”
“I may not have the song you seek, but I am the Commander of the Grey! If it is the Hero of Ferelden you want, then you'll have to go through me first.”
“Is that so?” The Herald half smiled wickedly. “Then it shall be, Commander.”
He moved quick, faster than Lisha thought was possible. The Herald ran at her, another thing she didn't expect. She released her arrow, but it was knocked aside by his staff. Lisha prepared herself as the Herald collided into her. Sulhigil and his staff banged against each other, the Herald pushing back on Lisha like he had been with Varel. Lisha had to use her bow to protect herself from his many blows. She could feel the power behind each one. In order to get herself away, she flipped backwards and landed with her hunting knife in hand.
The Herald growled at her and planted himself. A ball of dark energy formed in front of him. It shot forth from his hands. Lisha moved, the ball missing her but was still able to knock Sulhigil out of her hands. She rounded the Herald, digging her knife in his side. The darkspawn swatted at her, but missed as Lisha made her way to his other side and did the same thing. She hit a vital area causing dark blood to spill out on his armor. Backing away from him as the darkspawn howled with pain, Lisha picked up Sulhigil and re-notched another arrow.
“Why do you want to kill the Hero?” she asked. “I thought your Mother wanted the song for herself.”
“The song left her,” the Herald grumbled. “It was stolen from her. She told the Herald, if she cannot have it then she would not allow it to fall in the Architect's hands. It shall be destroyed!”
His wound no longer bleeding, the Herald again launched an attack on Lisha. His staff collided with her bow and they were locked in another clash. Lisha fought hard against him but he was much stronger than she was. She tried to get away once again, to stick her knife in another vital area, but the Herald already anticipated this. He cracked his staff against her bow then formed a small black energy ball that he sent straight into her chest. Lisha was unable to move in time before it hit. The black energy sent her flying back. She hit the ground and rolled, finally landing against the wall of the second gate. Her head spun, body stinging from the impact. She couldn't move, the spell had wrapped itself around her.
“The mighty commander will fall,” said the Herald as he walked over to her. “The Heroes will fall, the Vigil will fall. All Grey Wardens will be destroyed and the Mother will have her vengeance!” The Herald went to strike her down just as he had done to Varel. His staff held high in the air, the blade at the end gleaming with bright blood. Lisha stared up at it scared. She couldn't move out of the way. Couldn't even scream for help.
“No!” A body rammed itself into the Herald's side, pushing him away and forcing him to drop his staff. The newcomer stood over Lisha, his eyes fixed on the Herald, sword and shield gripped tightly in his hands.
“Dayno... no!” Lisha said softly. She wanted to scream it, but the spell tightened her throat only allowing her to talk in a whisper.
“I'm not going to let him kill you, Lisha.” Dayno's eyes shifted slightly to hers and she saw the concern in them along with rage and determination. His sword and shield were already covered in darkspawn blood, and his face was dirty with blood and cuts from teeth and claws.
“He's... too... strong,” Lisha struggled to say. “Don't...”
Dayno looked back at the Herald. “You're the one, aren't you? The one that attacked and took my daughter. Took her child away from her. Ruined my family!”
“Your family is of no concern of mine,” the Herald sneered. “And if you wish to get in the Herald's way, then it is assumed you have a death wish!”
Dayno didn't wait for the Herald to make a move, instead he bolted forward, meeting the darkspawn head on. The Herald was taken off guard by his sudden action, but was still able to block Dayno's swing. This time it was the Herald who was being pushed back, away from the Vigil and being forced to the edge of the stairs. Dayno worked vigorously on him, his curved sword striking the darkspawn's staff with many blows. In fact, Dayno was so focused on the Herald he wasn't paying attention to anything else. It proved hazardous when a Child suddenly came between them. It landed on Dayno, slamming him to the ground. He had placed his shield up just in time to keep the Child from clamping its teeth around his neck. He was able to push it off and stand, but then had to go on the defense when the Herald began his attack on him.
Now the Herald was pushing Dayno back, striking at his sword and shield with such force, Dayno's arms were beginning to burn. They shook with every blow and Dayno wasn't sure how much more he could take.
Lisha could move now as she felt the spell weaken. She strained her muscles to move, however. She felt heavy as she pushed herself up, trying to crawl over to where they were fighting. “Dayno...!” She reached out her hand, wanting desperately to get to him.
“Lisha, hang on! We're coming!” Damien shouted. He and Oghren were forcing their way through the Children. Lisha saw on the other side of the courtyard was Sigrun and Justice. They were trying to get through as well, but were having worse luck. Velanna had somehow gotten all the way to the gate, getting stuck there and unable to move forward as the Children surrounded her.
Dayno fought on, still by himself but able to get out of the Herald's mighty blows by rolling to the side. He popped back on his feet and struck his sword on the Herald's side. The blade hit the exposed area that Lisha's knife had opened. The Herald roared from the hit and turned on Dayno suddenly. Ice flung from his fingertips, hitting Dayno's shield and freezing it. The darkspawn then struck his staff on the shield and shattered it to pieces. Dayno stumbled back, surprised by the loss of his shield and from the impact. He quickly guarded himself with his sword as the Herald renewed his attacks. He struck harder and harder, Dayno quivering from each impact. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.
Seeing the Warden weaken, seeing he had nothing more to give, the Herald brought up his staff. The bladed end gleamed brightly with blood. Lisha screamed when she saw it pierce through her husband's body, straight through his abdomen and sticking out his back.
“NO!” everyone shouted. Lisha sprang into action despite her tight muscles and grabbed Dayno before he could hit the ground, right as the Herald kicked his body off his staff. Damien and Oghren rushed forward, pushing the Herald back and away from Lisha and Dayno.
“Dayno, please. Speak to me!” Lisha held him in her arms, lowering him gently to the ground. She investigated his wound, seeing it was deep and bleeding severely.
“L-Lisha...” Dayno said softly. His eyes, glazed over, looked deeply into hers. “I... I'm sorry,” he struggled.
“Sorry? For what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” Lisha stroked his head and looked around the battlefield. Velanna was still trapped.
“I do,” Dayno said, bringing her back to him. “I should not... have made you suffer. I should have... told you.”
“It's okay, Herven. You can tell me later. You'll get through this.”
Dayno shook his head. “I just want you to know... I forgive you. For everything. And... I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
“Dayno, shh, you'll be okay. I'll get Velanna over here and she'll heal you.” Lisha touched his cheek and felt how cold it was. “Velanna!” she screamed. She saw the Dalish elf was trying to get over to them, but the Children never relented in their attack.
“Do you forgive me?” Dayno asked.
Lisha saw Dayno's eyes were starting to become hollow. “You did nothing wrong, love.” Seeing Velanna wasn't going to get to them anytime soon, Lisha had to act fast. She quickly removed his armor and ripped up his shirt and wrapped it around his wounds to try and stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how much that would help, but hopefully it would give them time before Velanna was able to make her way over. Once again, Lisha cursed herself for sending Anders off with Zelda.
“I hurt you, and I shouldn't have done that.” Dayno's hand cupped Lisha's face while his thumb wiped a tear from her eye. “You didn't deserve it.”
“I did,” Lisha said choked. “I hurt you and you didn't deserve it. But yes, I forgive you, Herven. When this is over, I'll give Arawin her title back, and you and I can go somewhere and be together. Visit our clans again. See the world. Would you like that?”
“I would,” Dayno said closing his eyes. “That would be nice.”
“Good.” But as Lisha held him, more tears streamed from her eyes.
Damien and Oghren both yelled as the Herald threw them to the side. They rolled on the ground and moaned, neither attempting to get back up. With those two out of the way and with the other Wardens still occupied with the Children, the Herald made his way over to Lisha and Dayno. He stood over them, smiling down with a black teeth grin. Lisha only held Dayno closer as she stared up at the emissary.
“Are you going to kill us?”
“All Wardens will be killed by the Herald. All will feel the sweetness of death. But the song is priority, the commander. If you are a commander as well, then you will be one of the first to die. Then the Herald is free to deal with the song.”
He raised his hand as a swirling ball of black and red light came together in his palm. It shined brightly, reflecting in Lisha's tear-socked eyes. She gripped Dayno tighter to her chest. If they were going to die now, at least it would be together.
Something flashed past her eyes, embedding itself in the Herald's chest. It had extinguished the ball of light in his hand and had exploded in a burst of flame on his chest. The Herald stumbled back and looked down to see the handle of a blade sticking out of his flesh. A handle Lisha recognized. Looking to the Vigil, there standing at the far end was Arawin. Her eyes burning with rage.
“Leave them alone,” she said in a low, malicious voice.
The Herald growled at her. He went to pull the blade from his chest, but when he touched the handle, flames spouted from the wound burning him all over and forcing him to roar with pain. He stumbled away from Lisha and Dayno, trying desperately to get the blade out before the fire could consume him.
“The song will pay for its treachery!” he screamed. “The Mother would have it destroyed!”
“Really, you want to destroy me? Do you think you can?” Arawin wasn't in her usually Dalish armor, not even in any armor. Instead, she was in a cloth wrap that went about her hips and chest, leaving her abdomen exposed. Her hair was down, fluttering in the wind behind her like a fiery mane. Her green eyes were dark and evil looking as she glared at the Herald. The stare alone enough to cause him to take a few more steps back. “I have been waiting for you.” Arawin pointed another dagger she held in her left hand at him. “You took something that was precious away from me! So if you're really here to finish me off, then here I am!” Her feet pounded as Arawin ran at him. She let out a ferocious battle cry that rebounded all over the keep.
The Herald actually looked frightened as he once again gripped the handle of the blade inside him and ripped it out despite the pain. He threw it on the ground and stumbled backwards. Without missing a beat, Arawin yanked Fang from the ground and in one move, struck the blade to the Herald's up raised staff. Flames burst forth from the dagger, growing hotter and larger as the enchantment used Arawin's anger for fuel. The Herald kept going backwards as he continued to defend himself from Arawin's many aggressive blows.
“You want the song!” Arawin screamed as she continued her assault. “Would you like to see how I came to possess it? Would you like to know why I'm called the Hero of Ferelden? I'll show you!” Fang's flames suddenly turned blue and sprouted into the air, attaching themselves to the Herald's staff, scorching his hands. With a quick upward swing, Arawin broke the staff in half. The Herald then fell to his knees and Arawin stood in front of him.
“When you last saw me I was unable to fight back. I was easy prey. But not anymore. I can now fight back. I can now show you my true prowess, the reason why I was able to kill the archdemon! And now you will share his fate!”
Fang burned and the Herald screamed as Arawin sank the blade right between his eyes. She held it there as the flames consumed his head, swirling and melting his flesh. The Herald's cries of pain could be heard throughout the whole keep. Finally dying when nothing of his head was left except bone and liquidized flesh. Arawin then ripped the dagger free and the Herald fell to the ground, his skull cracking and dissolving into ash.
With their leader dead, the rest of the darkspawn retreated out of the courtyard. Some soldiers followed after them, but as the last of the darkspawn left through the gate, there was a loud cheer. They had won. The Vigil was safe.
***
“Arawin!” Velanna quickly made her way over. Arawin was on her knees, her hand holding her belly while her face grimaced with pain. “Arawin, dear Creators! Let me see, you might have hurt yourself again.”
“No,” Arawin said pushing Velanna away. “Go help Dayno. I'll be fine. He needs you more.”
Although Velanna wasn't so sure, she left Arawin as she continued to hold her stomach. On her way, Velanna passed Captain Garevel as he knelt next to Varel. She could already sense the seneschal was gone and could tell Garevel knew it as well. He nodded at her as she went by and crossed Varel's arms over his chest.
“Velanna, hurry!” Lisha said, panicked as the mage made her way next to Dayno. “Please, don't tell me it's too late!”
Velanna worked on Dayno, hovering her hands over his wound but soon stopped when she realized the truth. “I... I'm sorry, Lisha. There's... nothing I can do.”
“No, there is something! He's not dead yet!” Lisha took Dayno back in her arms and stared down in his calm face. “You're not dead yet.”
“Lisha...” Dayno said softly. His eyes slowly opened, empty and nearly lifeless. “Don't cry. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. But please.... don't leave me.” There was no holding back the tears as they flooded out of her eyes. “I can't lose you. I won't be able to take it.”
“You still have people who love you. Here and beyond. You won't be alone.” Dayno rubbed his face into her palm. His eyes then brightened and Lisha saw a sparkle in them. “Ariel,” he sighed out.
“Do you see her?” Lisha asked softly.
Dayno nodded his head into her palm. “She's come to guide me. Don't cry, Mamae. Ada is with me now.” Lisha sobbed harder, bringing Dayno right to her chest.
“Le hannon, Iell,” she choked. “Ma'arlath. Both of you.”
“Navaer, emma lath.” Dayno then closed his eyes and was gone.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins: Awakening
All Sindarin belongs to JRR Tolkien.
Sindarin Translation:
Ada (Ah-dah): Father
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