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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 26
Brother Genitivi
Sunlight spilled into the small room from the nearby window, washing Bridget and Alistair's forms in its early morning glow. The bright light flooded through Bridget's closed eyes, urging her to wake from her deep slumber. She drew her brows together as she fought with her eyelids, wanting them to stay closed just a little longer. Bridget knew however she couldn't stay in the bed forever as they had plenty of things they needed to accomplish today, namely finding Brother Genitivi. With a deep sigh Bridget slowly opened her eyes to find herself facing the wall with the window. She squinted in the bright sunlight and rolled over on her side to find Alistair smiling and staring at her. Bridget smiled back at him.
"Morning." She said, her voice still thick with sleep.
Alistair caressed the side of her face and placed a kiss on the wing of her nose.
"I hope I get to wake up next to you every morning." He whispered.
Bridget smiled and kissed Alistair deeply. He caught her in his arms and rolled over her, burying his face in her neck where he nuzzled her skin. Bridget smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.
"We have to get up you know." She said sadly.
Alistair sighed and mumbled,
"Can't we just stay here and let the others find Genitivi…?"
Bridget chuckled.
"Ah, as much as I would love to, we can't."
Alistair lifted his head and sighed.
"I suppose you're right. I'll go and get us some breakfast and bring it back up."
Bridget nodded and sighed happily as Alistair slid from the bed and pulled on his breeches and shirt before exiting the room. She gathered her own clothes and made her way to dress in the washroom, completely content. Alistair descended the staircase and stood at the counter to wait for the barman. Zevran sat at the other side of the bar and smirked at Alistair.
"What?" Alistair asked.
Zevran raised an eyebrow and took a swig of his ale.
"You know what you naughty, naughty dog." The elf laughed before hurrying back up the stairs.
Alistair blushed but couldn't suppress his chuckle. After receiving the food from the barman, he trudged back up the stairs to find Bridget sitting on the bed and pulling her hair back into her usual bun. Alistair joined her on the bed and placed the tray in between them. Bridget began eating as she looked over some papers she had pulled from her pack.
"According to these papers that Isolde gave me, Brother Genitivi's house is directly in front of us!" she exclaimed.
Alistair grinned.
"Wonderful! My feet can rest a little easy today then." He said happily.
Bridget chuckled as she finished her breakfast and stood.
"If he's even there, that is."
She pulled her armor on and placed everything back in her pack. Alistair gathered his armor as well and soon they both stood ready to go. They headed downstairs where the others were already waiting for them; each of them seemed to be wearing a faint, knowing smile. Bridget ignored this and said,
"We're heading to Brother Genitivi's today. Who wants to come along?"
Zevran immediately stepped forward.
Of course he would want to go, I can already tell he's got plenty of jokes lined up for me…great. Alistair thought.
Wynne shook her head.
"Is it quite alright if I remain here?" she asked.
Bridget nodded.
"Of course, Wynne. Morrigan, do you want to come?"
She slowly nodded.
"Yes, I'd rather not be the one stuck with the dog." She stated.
Zeus whined sadly. Bridget petted him on his head as she looked at Leliana.
"Leliana, would you mind buying some more supplies for us?"
The bard nodded gleefully as Zeus trotted over to her and licked her hand. Bridget pulled up the hood of her cloak once more before stepping out into the chilly morning air. She walked directly across the dirt street and gently knocked on the door.
There was no reply.
Bridget raised an eyebrow and turned the handle, letting herself in. She saw a young man emerge from an adjacent room.
"Oh…h-hello there, I see you've let yourself in." he stated.
Bridget smiled sweetly.
"Are you Brother Genitivi?" she asked.
The man shook his head.
"Um no, I am his assistant, Weylon."
Bridget nodded.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Weylon. I'm Bridget."
Weylon nodded his head towards her and shifted his eyes to the rest of the party. Bridget cleared her throat and asked,
"Is Brother Genitivi here? I must speak with him."
Weylon sighed and looked at his feet.
"I have not seen the Brother in weeks. He has sent no word of where he is…it is most unlike him to have not contacted me."
Bridget raised an eyebrow.
"What has happened to him?" she asked slowly.
Weylon shook his head.
"I do not know. He was researching the Urn of Sacred Ashes…and I am beginning to think that his very research has put him in danger. Why else would he not send word?"
Alistair furrowed his brow.
"Why would searching for the Urn put him in danger?"
Morrigan crossed her arms.
"This man was obviously chasing after a fairytale and has now most likely gotten himself killed because of it." She said coolly.
Alistair looked at her.
"Why couldn't you have just stayed at the inn?" he mumbled.
Bridget turned her attention back to Weylon who swallowed and rubbed his hands together.
"I-I tried to send help…some nights from Redcliffe even came looking for him too, and I sent them after him…but they have disappeared as well. I fear I have done something wrong…"
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"And how exactly do you know that they have disappeared as well?" she asked slowly.
"Well…they haven't returned, nor have they sent any word." Weylon replied.
Bridget crossed her arms and tipped her head to the side.
"Why would they send word to you?" she asked.
Weylon shifted his eyes and stammered,
"I-I don't know…after what happened to Genitivi, can you blame me for thinking the same fate befell the knights?"
Bridget sighed. She knew Genitivi wouldn't be here, she just knew it. Now once again she and the others would have to go on some wild nug chase to find this man.
"Where did the knights go, exactly?" she finally asked.
Weylon shook his head.
"Please don't ask me where they went, you'll go after them and the same thing will happen to you! This search is a curse on us all. Some things are left to be unfound…I know that now!" he exclaimed.
"I am willing to risk it, a man's life is at stake here…and so is the future of Fereldon. Tell me where they went." Bridget stated firmly.
Weylon sighed.
"So be it. Brother Genitivi said that he would be staying at an inn near Lake Calenhad, investigating something in that area."
Bridget raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly was he investigating?"
Weylon shrugged.
"I do not know…all I discovered from going through his research was that he was staying at that inn…"
Bridget narrowed her eyes. Weylon just contradicted himself.
"I'm sorry, but didn't you just say that Genitivi spoke to you and told you that."
Weylon raised his eyebrows.
"Um well y-yes he did, but I also went through his things to see if I could find other clues to his whereabouts." He replied anxiously.
Bridget looked at him.
"You sound quite nervous…you wouldn't be hiding anything from me now…would you?" she asked.
Weylon's eyes widened.
"T-That's not true! I told you everything I know that Brother Genitivi told us-t-told me about the inn!"
Bridget shook her head.
"You need better practice…we all know you're lying." She said.
Weylon narrowed his eyes and took a step back.
"I tried to give you a chance to turn your cheek to this, to forget about Genitivi! Andraste forgive me for what I must do, I do this in your name!"
Weylon was quick, but he wasn't that quick. Morrigan cast a rather nasty swarm spell that prevented him from finishing his summoning and soon 'Weylon' laid in front of the fireplace, nothing but ashes. Bridget looked at the others.
"Let's search the place, there's bound to be something here."
They split up and searched for clues. Bridget found a locked door that Zevran made quick work out of and entered the room with her. Bridget nearly tripped over something in the floor…and that something turned out to be a dead body. She called Morrigan and Alistair over and Morrigan inspected the body.
"He has used magic to cover the smell. I suspect this man is the real 'Weylon'.
Zevran picked the lock to a nearby chest and pulled out it's contents.
"This book…I believe this is his research." He stated.
He handed it to Bridget who opened it and scanned the contents.
"Hmm…according to Genitivi's research, he's gone to the mountains to the west to…the village of Haven?"
Alistair furrowed his brow.
"I've never heard of that village." He stated.
Bridget shook her head.
"Neither have I. I guess we know where we're headed though. I hope he's there…"
Alistair frowned.
"Y-You don't think that you could've been right about the whole 'cultist' thing…do you?"
Bridget placed Genitivi's research in her pack and swung it over her shoulder.
"Sweetheart, nothing would surprise me anymore. Morrigan's mum could turn out to be some abomination that will eventually take over her body and I would be completely calm."
Morrigan cleared her throat.
"Actually…since you mentioned it…"
The others turned and looked at her.
"Please, please tell me you have finally discovered the art of how to crack a joke." Alistair pleaded.
Morrigan ignored him and set her eyes on Bridget.
"Do you remember you presented me with the Grimoire you found in the Circle Tower?"
Bridget nodded slowly, really dreading where this conversation was going. Morrigan sighed and continued.
"Well…it turns out that Flemeth really does intend to take over my body. This is perhaps how she has lived for so long. Since we will be passing the Korcari Wilds on the way to this Haven…perhaps we could…kill her?"
Zevran's jaw dropped.
"You want us to kill your own mother? Even I'm not that bad."
Bridget was quite sure Alistair and Zevran didn't notice the fear in Morrigan's eyes, or the way her voice wavered when she talked.
She was scared.
While Alistair and Zevran continued to talk about the situation, Bridget took Morrigan aside.
"Are you quite certain that this is what she intends to do?" she asked.
Morrigan nodded slowly.
"Yes, the Grimoire could not be any clearer. I can not be with you when you do slay her…for she may try to possess me at that very moment. If you do this for me Bridget…I-I will find a way to return my thanks. By doing this you are saving my life."
Bridget sighed and nodded. Morrigan, though she was not the easiest person to converse with, was still a very valued member of the party and a sort of friend to Bridget. The thought of Flemeth trying to take over Morrigan's body was…rather disturbing. In fact, it sounded like Blood Magic.
"I will do this for you, Morrigan, if you are certain that there is no other way."
Morrigan nodded.
"There isn't. I-thank you." She said softly.
Bridget nodded. She looked back over at Alistair and Zevran who had stopped talking and were staring at them. Alistair's eyes widened.
"Why do you have that look in your eye…Maker, we're going to do it aren't we?"
Bridget nodded slowly before exiting the room. Zevran followed her and Morrigan was about to before Alistair grabbed her wrist. She sharply turned and looked at him.
"I don't know why she's deciding to help you, but if Bridget is killed because of this…you won't have to worry about Flemeth taking over your body. I'll kill you myself first."
With that he roughly released her wrist and followed Bridget and Zevran. Morrigan narrowed her eyes and followed him out, closing the door of Genitivi's house behind her.
A/N: I hope you all liked the chapter! The next should be interesting as the party meets up with Flemeth once again…until next time! :) P.S. What'd you guys thing of angry Alistair at the end? Sexy right? ;)
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