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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
The Arl’s Betrayal
            It was dark and quiet, even the air was still. Bridget lay sound asleep in her room completely unaware of what was taking place outside. Zeus lay curled up at the edge of her bed. His ear suddenly shot up as he heard a clanging noise in the distance. Zeus lifted his head and yawned, jumping off of the bed and trotting over to the door. There was another clanging noise and then shouting. Zeus pressed his nose against the bottom of the door and began to sniff. Blood. He smelled blood. Zeus automatically began to bark loudly and frantically. Bridget woke up immediately at his barking and got out of bed.
            “Zeus? What’s wrong?”
Before she could approach him, her door flew open and two intruders ran into her room. Bridget quickly grabbed her sword and began to fight with one of them while Zeus took care of another. Once they were both disposed of, Bridget immediately dressed herself and ran out into the hall. Bridget could hear screams echoing throughout the halls mixed with the sounds of metal and steel coming into contact with each other.
            “Bridget!”
She turned to see her mother running towards her.
            “Mother! What’s going on?”
Eleanor stopped and caught her breath, her eyes narrowing.
            “We’ve been betrayed by Howe. These are his guards, I recognize the symbol emblazoned on their shields.”
Bridget’s eyes widened.
            “These are his troops that were ‘late’. The traitor!”
Eleanor nodded.
            “We must find your father. Half of our men are in Ostagar, I’m not sure how long we can last.”
Bridget’s eyes widened.
            “Orhen and Oriana!”
Before her mother could say anything else, Bridget broke out into a run towards Fergus’s room. She threw open the door and screamed. Orhen and Oriana both lay in front of the cackling fireplace, blood seeping from their bodies. Eleanor grabbed Bridget’s hand.
            “We must find your father!”
Bridget ran with her mother towards the Main Hall with Zeus at her heels. They slaughtered any guard they saw along the way. Bridget was drenched in blood, but none of it was her own. Upon entering the Main Hall, Ser Gilmore and only two other Cousland guards were up against ten of Howe’s men. Bridget, Eleanor and Zeus immediately began fighting along with them. Bridget showed no mercy. These men…Howe…they were responsible for the deaths of her nephew and Oriana. And Fergus…how would she ever explain what had happened to him. He trusted her to look after them and she had failed. Bridget thrust her sword into Howe’s mage and pulled it out, showering the floor in his blood.
            “Gilmore thank the Maker you’re alright. Have you seen Bryce?” Eleanor asked.
Gilmore nodded and withdrew a key.
            “He went towards the kitchen, I believe he’s somewhere there.” He stated.
Eleanor took the key from him and she and Bridget ran to the kitchen next. Eleanor threw open the door and used the key on the larder. She, Bridget and Zeus stepped inside to find Bryce covered in blood and gravely injured. Bridget’s lip quivered as she and Eleanor ran to his side.
            “Father!”
Bryce coughed.
            “Howe…he…betrayed us! Why would he do such a thing?”
Eleanor shook her head and cradled her husband in her arms.
            “He was planning this the entire time…” she said sadly.
The larder door swung open and Bridget turned around, swinging her blade on impulse. Duncan quickly blocked her move.
            “Oh, Duncan thank the Maker!” Eleanor exclaimed.
Bridget returned her attentions back to her father.
            “We must get you out of here father, we have to heal your injuries, come on we can get out of the servants entrance.”
Bryce shook his head as he continued to cough up more blood.
            “No…I will not make it. Duncan…take Eleanor and Bridget to Ostagar. Take them away from here…”
Bridget’s eyes widened.
            “What? No! No I’m not leaving you here father!” she shouted.
Duncan sighed.
            “Are you sure, Bryce?” he asked.
Bryce nodded. Eleanor looked at Duncan.
            “I will be of no use to you in Ostagar, Duncan. Take Bridget and Zeus and go, I will stay here with my husband.”
She turned back to Bryce and squeezed his hand.
            “Until the very end.”
Bridget hugged her mother and father.
            “No! If we are to die here then we are all going to die together!”
Bryce grimaced and winced.
            “No my daughter, listen to me.”
Bridget turned to him as he cupped her face in his hands.
            “You have always wanted to prove yourself in battle and I have always held you back. This is your chance, Bridget. Fight and live for us…you are a Cousland…make me proud.”
Bridget sniffled as tears poured from her eyes.
            “But…”
A crashing was heard as the front gate had been destroyed. Bridget heard several footsteps. Duncan stood and pulled her up by her shoulders.
            “Come, we must leave now!”
Bridget squirmed against him.
            “No! No, mother, father!”
Bridget last remembered seeing her mother and father saying that they loved her…and nothing more. Her body went limp in Duncan’s arms.
            “She has fainted!”
Bryce coughed again.
            “Take her now while she is unconscious. Get her out of here Duncan and make sure you are not seen!”
Duncan nodded, threw Bridget over his shoulder and hurried out of the servant’s entrance with Zeus bringing up the rear. Duncan carried her into the woods where his horse was waiting for him. Duncan gently lowered Bridget to the ground and whistled. Duncan’s messenger bird flew down from the trees. He quickly scribbled a note and tied it to the bird’s foot.
            “Take this to Alistair.” He stated.
The bird tweeted in compliance and took off. Duncan then turned back to Bridget and placed her atop his horse before climbing on him himself. He thrashed the reigns and together they took off, along with Zeus keeping pace next to them. Duncan was sure with as fast as he was riding they could make it to Ostagar by sunrise the latest. He looked down at Bridget and sighed hoping she would awake soon…but had a feeling that only the healers would be able to coax her into waking up. The poor girl was probably in shock. Duncan thrashed the reigns to his horse and kicked into a higher speed hoping that he could reach Ostagar as soon as possible.
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