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The Great Andraste

After Morrigan had fully healed, or healed the best she could, Arawin’s shoulder, the group quickly made their way out of the drake’s area, not wishing to run into another one. On the way, they picked up Arawin’s longsword and made their way back to the large cave where they fought the Disciples. Once there, they found another tunnel which they followed, but at a slower pace as they were all exhausted. It had been suggested they rest for awhile, but neither of them really wished to do so. They all wanted to continue on and get to the Urn as fast as they could. If they ran into any more Disciples then they would have to fight them, but any more drakes they would try and run past.
Arawin no longer took the lead, instead staying in the back with Zevran beside her. Zelda and Alistair were in front, with Wynne and Morrigan in the middle.
“Here, I think I should give this back to you,” said Zevran. “I’m sorry I took it.” He placed something in her hand and Arawin looked to see it was her ring.
“You took it? When?”
“When we were in the cage, and you were... well, not in good shape. It was in your palm, so I didn’t want you to lose it, so I went ahead and held onto it for you.”
“Something tells me that’s not the only reason why you took it,” she said putting it back on her finger.
“I was curious. I see you fiddling with it constantly, especially when you’re upset. But every time I ask you about it, you change the subject.”
“It’s because you don’t need to know. It’s none of your business.”
“Right.” It was the same thing she had done all the other times, but this time he felt more hurt by it.
Arawin began rubbing her sore shoulder, rounding and flexing it.
“Does your shoulder still hurt?” he asked.
“Only sore mostly. It’s nothing that’s going to keep me from fighting, though.”
“That’s good, but if you want, once we are done with this whole Urn thing, I can give you that massage I offered a long time ago. I hope you would be willing to take it now.”
“That would be nice.” They both then fell silent and Arawin could see the uncertainty in him. She wasn’t sure why he looked so distraught, but she figured it did have something to do with the ring. He had probably seen the inscription and date, maybe even assumed what it could mean. Arawin wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to tell him everything, but at the same time she didn’t. She wasn’t ready yet.
“I will tell you this at least,” she said not looking at him.
“Hmm?”
“The ring has part to do with what happened to Shianni.”
“Hmm, so it was suppose to be a good day turned bad?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
“Call it what?”
“A supposedly good day.” Nothing more passed between them.
It wasn’t long before they ran into more Disciples. They were just as hard to kill as the ones before them. They were able to get up and attack with severe wounds, ones that bleed and spurted blood, but yet did not stop or slow them down. They were all beginning to get exhausted again, but they couldn’t stop. They pushed their way through the Disciples, dispatching of one group, then making their way through the cave and finding another group. It wasn’t until they begin making their way up a slope in the cave that they found relief from fighting for awhile.
“How many of these lunatics do you think there are?” Arawin asked. Despite her shoulder, she had regained her full fighting strength and stealth, but not even that seemed very affective at killing their attackers and keeping them down.
“Probably a whole lot more,” said Zelda. “And we’re going up. Do you think we’re almost to the peak?”
“I certainly hope so,” said Alistair. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“We’re almost to the Urn, I know we are.”
They continued on, going up the every increasing slope before they finally reached a lighted cave. Rays from the sun were peaking through cracks in the rock as well as what looked to be an opening at the other end. They were relieved to finally see sunlight and a possible way out.
“Stop! You will go no further.” A man marched out in front of Zelda and Alistair, blocking their path. Behind him stood several more warriors and mages. None of them however, made to attack. This surprised them but they were also surprised from the man's sudden appearance and the fact he had talked to them first before attacking.
“And who are you?” Zelda asked.
“You will not have my name unless you tell me why you have come and defiled our temple. Why have you spilled the blood of the faithful as well as the blood of Her children? You will tell me this now outsider, or face the consequences.”
“First,” said Zelda taking a stand before him. He was gruff looking with heavy chainmail and a large axe on his back. He had a beard, but looked remarkably clean-shaven despite living in a cave on a mountain. “I will tell you why I am here if you tell me your name.”
“Get more than a name,” said Arawin as she came to Zelda’s side. “Such as what he’s doing here?”
The man studied the two women, seemingly trying to decide what to do before he finally spoke. “I am Father Kolgrim, leader and guide to the Disciples of Andraste. Kill us, and you will face Andraste. She will smell our blood and the blood of Her children on you and Her wrath will be great.”
“What? Her children?” said Zelda. She and Arawin exchanged a look. “Are you talking about the dragons?”
“That would explain the drakes,” said Alistair. “Drakes are male dragons, but that would mean....”
“Is this Andraste a high dragon?”
“She is that and so much more,” said Kolgrim, his voice high. “She is even more glorious than all the Old Gods combined! The prophet Andraste has overcome death itself and has returned to Her faithful in a form more radiant than you can imagine! Not even the Tevinter Imperium could hope to slay Her now. What hope do you have?”
“A high dragon? Wow.” Arawin’s eyes twinkled.
“Oh no, Hermosa,” said Zevran. “You can forget that. I am not saving you from a high dragon.”
“But I have to see!”
“That will not be possible,” Kolgrim blurted, bringing Arawin back. “None but the Disciples may approach Andraste. She is not ready yet, but when the time is right, She will descend upon the nations in fiery splendor, and all will know Her glory.”
“What about the Ashes?” asked Zelda. “If Andraste has been reborn, what happened to them?”
“They are still within this temple, but why do we need ashes when we serve the risen Andraste in all Her glory?”
“You may not need the Ashes, but we do. Maybe you could just hand them over?”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible either,” said Kolgrim studying them again. “We do not have the Ashes, they are being protected by a guardian who refuses to let us pass, otherwise they would have been destroyed by now.”
“Destroyed? Why would you do such a thing?”
“Atop this mountain lie the remains of the mortal Andraste. The Urn is watched by an immortal guardian. He is trapped in the past and refuses to accept the risen Andraste. Now the Ashes prevent holy Andraste from fully realizing Her new form. They are a remnant of Her past incarnation, and She cannot move on as long as they exist. But I believe that perhaps you could get past him. Yes, I do believe you could to destroy the Ashes for us and make amends with Her Holiness and Her Disciples.”
“What? You’re mad if you think we’re going to destroy the Ashes for you!” Zelda blurted out.
“Whoa, calm down, Zelda,” said Arawin. “We don’t want to fight them, do we?”
“That’s uncharacteristic of you.”
“It’s uncharacteristic of you to just blurt out like that, so hang on, we might be able to use this to our advantage.” Zelda eyed her but soon understood what the elf had planned. She turned back to Kolgrim.
“I’m sorry, but we need those Ashes to heal a sick man.”
“You are forgiven if you can deliver,” said Kolgrim glaring at her. “But to heal this person, you only need a pinch of the Ashes to do that. Once you have collected what you need, then all you will have to do is pour a vial of our Holy Andraste’s blood into the Ashes. As blood carries power, strength, knowledge. Through it, all the power that is held in the Ashes will be returned to our Lady.”
“You mean to pour dragon’s blood into the Ashes and it will release their power?”
“Exactly, and once you have done this, then She shall reward you with the greatest of gifts! Behold, as I show you what She provides to her faithful!” Kolgrim took a knife and exposing his wrist, cut it across. Hot blood poured out, making Wynne gasp, but as they all watched, they saw the wound close all on it’s own. Kolgrim wiped the blood away and stared at both Zelda and Arawin in turn.
“The Holy Andraste’s blood gives us this power. We heal fast and are able to take on wounds that would otherwise kill any other man. It is also pain that we use to fuel our strength.”
“So we’ve noticed,” said Arawin.
“And you need to drink dragon’s blood in order to receive such power?” asked Zelda.
“Oh yes,” said Kolgrim. “It is painful at first, burning as it enters the veins, but it is well worth it. This I would gladly give to you for performing the task.”
“Wait,” said Alistair whispering in her ear. “Do you remember the last time you had to drink blood? This will be worse.”
“Alistair,” said Zelda. “I know you’re concerned but just trust us with this.” Her eyes shifted and they locked into his.
“I’m just going to assume you have something amazing and tricky up your sleeve.”
“You should know us by now.”
“I thought I did, but there’s always something new to learn about you and Arawin.”
“Ah, this is wonderful,” said Morrigan. “Not only do we not have to fight anymore, but now you may possibly have an alley, as well as a chance to destroy something sacred.”
“Only you would find such a thing enjoyable,” Wynne said sternly. “I only hope you two know what you’re doing. This does not settle well with me.”
“Don’t worry, we do,” said Arawin.
“We will do as you ask, Father.” Zelda said bowing to him.
“Good, then take this,” he said handing her a vial full of a red, warm liquid. “I shall lead you to the temple where the Urn is located and will also beseech the holy Andraste to let you pass safely into the Inner Sanctum. Once there, the Guardian will see you as pilgrims, and will let you pass to the Ashes. Just follow me.”
Kolgrim made his way to the opening on the other side of the cave. Arawin and Zelda exchanged glances with each other then with their companions before following Kolgrim and the rest of the Disciples.
***
They found themselves at the peak of the mountain. The sun was high in the sky, bright and blinding as they stepped out onto a platform that was broken and slanted as if it was ready to fall off the mountain side. The air was thin, chilly, even making Arawin shiver and wrap Zevran’s cloak tight around herself.
They followed Kolgrim cautiously down the platform, hoping that this wasn’t the time it decided to lose it’s grip on the rock and fall down to the valley below. Kolgrim went across without any fear, striding long, leaving them slightly behind. Soon they reached sturdier ground and were able to fully take in the scene that surrounded them.
The mountain was brilliant, snow capped with the bright sun shining down on it’s pure white peak. There were structures around, buildings crumbling, giving back there stone to the mountain. Ahead they saw a giant door carved directly into the mountain. It stood nearly two stories high and ten feet wide. A marvel to behold and made everyone’s heart skip a beat.
“Halt!” said Kolgrim as he stopped and held out his hands. “She approaches.” He pointed toward the sky and everyone followed his gaze.
She wasn’t hard to spot. Bright scales glistened as Her gigantic form flew across the sun, wings spread wide, blocking out the rays as She passed over. Her shadow moved swiftly across the peak before She landed on a high precipice next to the giant doors. Her roar was ear shattering, causing everyone except Kolgrim to cover their ears before She lowered Herself on the precipice and settled on the stone.
“Behold Her glory!” said Kolgrim. “For She is our salvation.”
“Wow,” Arawin said unable to take her eyes from the swinging tail that dangled from the edge of the precipice. She began moving forward on her own.
“Oh no you don’t,” said Zevran stepping in front of her. “Did you not hear me the first time? I am not saving you from a high dragon. You can forget that. I’ll have Morrigan put you out again.”
Arawin shook her head, coming out of a daze. “Yeah, don’t worry, I won’t do anything stupid like that again. It’s just... She’s so beautiful.”
“Already the Holy One has impressed you,” Kolgrim said smiling. “Now let us see if you can impress Her. Come.”
Kolgrim lead them to the edge of the precipice, the other Disciples still behind them. Zelda and Arawin looked up at the tail still dangling from the edge, both of them wondering if what they were doing was a good idea. Kolgrim could have lied to them, maybe he didn’t plan on having them go and find the Urn. He might be sacrificing them to the dragon, knowing full well they wouldn’t be able to take on a high dragon in their current state.
Kolgrim halted them and he walked over to a gold gong. He took the mallet hanging from it’s wooden frame and beat it on the gong several times. Rocks fell from the precipice and Zelda and Arawin looked to find the tail gone. The ground shook as the dragon landed in front of them, completely blocking their way to the giant doors. Zelda became very aware of the Disciples behind them, more than likely there to keep them from running. She grabbed Silverbrand as Arawin grabbed Fang, both of them ready to fight if it came to it.
“Do not fear,” said Kolgrim. “I shall ask Her for safe passage.” He strode up to the dragon, falling on his knees and bringing up his hands in plea. The dragon roared at his approach, eying him as well as the others behind him. “Oh Holy Andraste, please stay your wrath! They mean not what they do. Let them have passage, for they shall reclaim what was lost! They shall become your true champions and soon we shall all praise your name!”
The dragon bellowed again, flinging it’s head up and shooting fire into the air. A growl escaped it’s throat and smoke floated out of it’s nostrils as it stared down at everyone a final time before leaping in the air and climbing back up the precipice and settling back on the stone.
Zelda and Arawin lowered their weapons as they had raised them when the dragon roared, looking ready to attack. They sighed with relief as did their companions.
“I have spoken to the beloved Andraste. She will let you pass,” said Kolgrim. “So go, and place yourselves in history as the ones who freed our Holy from Her shackles.”
“Thank you, Father,” said Zelda. “We will not fail.”
“We await your triumphant return.”
Kolgrim moved to the side and allowed them to pass. Slowly they walked to the door, still occasionally looking up to see if the dragon was still there. They could no longer see the tail, so they weren’t sure. It wasn’t until they reached the giant doors when they relaxed. Arawin and Zelda went to open them, but before they could touch it, the doors started opening themselves. Everyone stood back and stared before the doors stopped and they walked into a chamber that was beyond any of their comprehension.
***
The room they walked into was magnificent, bright besides having no windows and only a few torches. Roomy despite being small in size. And beautiful, looking new even though everyone knew it was old beyond reason. There was also a calmness in the air, something that made everyone feel at ease and rejuvenated. It was the feeling of purity. The feeling of the Divine.
Arawin and Zelda took the lead, walking side by side in perfect unison. They came to another set of large doors, smaller than the ones they had just entered, but still as decorated and ah-striking. A man also stood in front of them. He wore silver heavy chainmail with a large mallet on his back. A helmet decorated his head and a clean beard hung from his chin. He stared at the two women with a face of confidence.
“I bid you welcome, pilgrims.” His voice was deep and echoed on itself. It sounded ancient and was lined with wisdom and knowledge. “I have been waiting for you.”
“You’ve been waiting for us?” said Arawin.
“You are the first to arrive in a very long time. I am the Guardian of the Ashes, and it has been my duty, my life, to protect the Urn and prepare the way for the faithful who come to revere Andraste. For years beyond counting have I been here, and shall I remain until my task is done and the Imperium has crumbled into the sea.”
“You should know,” said Zelda. “The Imperium is no longer as powerful as it once was.”
“That maybe so,” said the Guardian. “And perhaps that means this is the beginning of the end, but that still does not end my task. I shall be here as long as the Urn remains.”
Morrigan huffed. “No surprise there. A spirit that is tied to the existence of an inanimate object? It’s been done before.”
“Please have some respect, Morrigan,” said Zelda. “You can say what you like afterwards.” She then turned back to the Guardian. “Who are the men who have taken over the rest of the temple? They call themselves the Disciples of Andraste, but they don’t revere the Ashes, only a high dragon that has nested in the mountains.”
“They are the decedents of my brethren. Long ago we carried Andraste from Tevinter to this sanctuary, we vowed to forever revere Her memory and guard Her. I have watched generations of my brethren take up the mantle of their fathers. For centuries they did this, unwavering, joyful in their appointed task. But now they have lost their way. They have forgotten Andraste, and their promise.”
“So the dragon really isn’t Andraste, is she?” Arawin asked.
“No,” the Guardian said shaking his head. “Our Andraste has gone to the Maker’s side. She will not return. The dragon is a fearsome creature, and they must have seen her as an alternative to the absent Maker and His silent Andraste. A true believer would not require audacious displays of power.”
“But a dragon can be a powerful symbol. It can be understood why they strayed.”
Zelda studied the Guardian. “And who are you?” she asked. “Are you one of the original Disciples?”
“I am all that remains of the first disciples, yes. I swore I would protect the Urn as long as I lived, and I have lived a very long time. For, as your friend stated before, my life is tied to the Ashes. As long as they remain, so will I.”
“Then Guardian, is it possible we could be permitted to see the Urn?”
The Guardian studied them, focusing his gaze on all before he spoke. “You have come to honor Andraste, and you shall, if you prove yourselves worthy.”
“Worthy? I have to prove myself?” said Arawin. “What if... I’m not?”
“Then you will not come to the Ashes. It is not my place to decide your worthiness. The Gauntlet does that. If you are found worthy, you will see the Urn and be allowed to take a small pinch of the Ashes for yourself. If not...”
“If not... will we ever been seen again?” asked Zelda, sounding scared.
“That will all depend on how unworthy you were found.”
“Makes everything so much better, don’t you think?” Morrigan mocked.
Alistair glared at her. “I don’t know who’s worse, you or Arawin.”
“Just pay attention to the spirit, as you’re more than likely be tested as well.”
“What?” he said facing the Guardian. “We’ll all be tested?”
“Yes,” said the Guardian. “The Gauntlet tells the true pilgrims from the false. You will undergo tests of faith, and we shall see how your soul fares.”
“Then let’s get this over with,” said Arawin. “I’m ready for anything you throw at me.”
“Hopefully you know enough Andraste trivia to get by, yes?” said Zevran.
“I know enough.”
“You must know more than about Andraste,” said the Guardian. “You must also know about yourself. So before I let you pass, there is something I must ask. Arawin Tabris and Zelda Cousland, I see that the path that led you here was not easy. There is suffering in your past—your suffering, and the suffering of others.
“Arawin, fostered daughter of the Dalish, by the time you reached Shianni, she was broken, brutalized. You were too late to save her, to keep her safe as you promised long ago. Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail Shianni?”
Arawin was prepared to answer anything except this. It caught her off guard and her eyes shot open at the mention of the incident. Instantly her hand clenched down on the ring. “H-How... how do you know about that?”
“It is shown to me, and I see all. I know of what happened as well as the journey you took to get here. I also know what it is you promised Kolgrim in order to get past him without interference. But I also know you do not plan on fulfilling your promise, otherwise you would not be where you are standing now, for I would not have opened the doors for you if I knew you intended harm to the Ashes. So, I shall ask again, Arawin. Did you fail Shianni?”
Arawin faced down, focusing on the floor as she tried to hold back tears. Out of all the things he could have asked her, why did he choose this? “Yes,” she finally said staring back at the Guardian, her eyes filled with anger. She spoke loudly and with force. “I should not have let her be taken in the first place! I should've been faster, I should've been stronger, I should've... It... It should've been me.” The last part she said softly, almost in a whisper.
“No, Arawin,” said Zelda grabbing her shoulders and forcing the elf to look her in the eyes. “That is something you should never wish for. No one should ever have to endure such a thing.”
“What do you know about it?” said Arawin. “You’re a noble that doesn’t have to worry about such things.” She pushed Zelda off her. “I failed her, and now I must pay for it.”
“Is there any religion that does not thrive upon guilt like a glutton at his lunch?” Morrigan asked. “No? I thought not.”
“You... shouldn’t have to punish yourself too much,” said Zevran. “It’s not your fault.”
“You weren’t there,” Arawin said without looking at him. She focused back to the ground.
Zevran sighed. “At least try and cut the self-flagellation to a minimum.”
“It is hard to endure the suffering of a loved one when you think there was something else you could have done,” said the Guardian. “But thank you, that is all I wished to know.” He then turned to Zelda. Zelda looked at him scared and not really wanting to know what he was going to ask her. “Zelda, daughter of worthy ancestors, and last of your line, I ask you this: You abandoned your father and mother, leaving them in the hands of Rendon Howe, knowing he would show no mercy. Do you think you failed your parents?”
“I...” Zelda bit her lower lip to stop it from trembling. “I... I should have defended them to the death. I should've forced them to come with me. I could have dragged my father out, all the way to the forest... I would've rather buried his body there than to let it be defiled by-” She had to stop and cover her mouth as tears rolled down her checks and sobs sounded in her throat.
Alistair come behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You are too hard on yourself,” he said “No one’s perfect, and you know what would've happened if you had stayed.” Zelda took her hands away from her mouth and crossed them across her chest. One drifted up to her shoulder and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight.
“Thank you, Alistair, but I still can’t help but to feel this way.”
“You need to accept your failings, dear,” said Wynne coming over to Zelda’s side. “And do not let them rule over you.” Zelda looked over at her and Wynne rubbed a tear away with her thumb. “I know you’re strong enough to look past this.”
“But I don’t know if I am,” Zelda said. She looked back at the Guardian. “I failed my parents.”
The Guardian nodded. “Thank you. That is all I wished to know. But what of those who follow you?” This caught everyone’s attention, focusing fully on him. “Alistair, knight and Warden...” the Guardian said shifting his eyes toward him. Alistair took his hands off Zelda and fully faced him. He swallowed hard, knowing what was coming. “You wonder if things would have been different if you were with Duncan on the battlefield. You could've shielded him from the killing blow. You wonder, don’t you, if you should have died, and not him?”
“Alistair...” Zelda said softly.
“I... yes,” Alistair said hanging his head. “If Duncan had been saved, and not me, everything would be better. If I’d just had the chance, maybe...”
“Oh, Alistair!” Zelda wrapped her arms fully around him, not wanting him to suffer again.
“Zelda,” he said shaking his head. “There you go again.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only a moment ago you were crying, but as soon as I start suffering, you forget about yourself and come to comfort me.” He pushed her away gently but still kept a firm grip on her. “It hurts, but I know you’re hurting as well.” He looked toward the Guardian. “I failed Duncan.” He then pulled Zelda into an embrace and held her close to his chest. The Guardian nodded then his gaze soon found Zevran.
Zevran looked at the Guardian and sighed heavily. “Is it my turn now?” he said trying to act charming. “Hurrah. I’m so excited.”
The Guardian kept the same face he had ever since they first starting talking with him. “Zevran, Antivan Crow, many have died at your hand. But is there any you regret more than a woman by the name of Ri-”
“No!” Zevran shouted. “Don’t say her name! It’s...” He clenched his fists and looked at the ground. Arawin eyed him suspiciously. She had never seen him like this before and wondered whom this woman was that he didn’t even want to hear the name of.
“I will respect your wishes,” said the Guardian. “But I still must ask, do you regret?”
“Yes. The answer is yes,” Zevran said forcefully, folding his arms and looking away. “If that’s what you wish to know. I do. Now move on.”
Arawin went to his side. She wanted to put her hand on his shoulder, to comfort him just as Zelda and Alistair were comforting each other, but she didn’t. She was unsure of what to do, unsure if it was appropriate, and unsure how Zevran would react. Arawin lowered her hand. Zevran’s eyes then met hers, and they both knew they were keeping something from each other, but neither one of them was willing to release it just yet. They looked away, and Arawin felt her heart skip and kick, and she felt worse than she did before.
When Zevran said nothing more, the Guardian then found Wynne and the older mage straightened at his gaze. “Ask your question, Guardian. I am ready.”
“Wynne, mage and teacher,” said the Guardian. “You are ever the adviser, ready with a word of wisdom. Do you wonder if you spout only platitudes, burned into your mind in the distant past? Perhaps you are only a tool used to spread the word of the Circle and the Chantry. Does doubt ever chip away at your truths?”
“You frame the statement in the form of a question, yet you already know our answers,” said Wynne. “Why then do you ask if you already know the truth?”
“I am shown the truth, yes,” the Guardian stated. “But your answers could be anything. You could lie, if you chose, but I would be able to see right through it.”
“Then there is no sense in hiding, is there?” Wynne sighed. “Yes. I do doubt at times. Only the fool is completely certain of himself.”
“Thank you, that is all I wished to know,” the Guardian nodded. “And you, Morrigan, Flemeth’s daughter...” Morrigan rolled her eyes. “You are not here for your love of Andraste, nor are you here of your own free will. Are you afraid of what-”
Morrigan raised her hand. “Begone spirit!” she shouted. “I do not wish to play your games.”
“I will respect your wishes.” The Guardian then focused back on Zelda and Arawin. Zelda was still in Alistair’s arms while Arawin had made her way back to the front, Zevran far in the back. “The way is open for you,” said the Guardian. “You shall all pass, and hopefully you all will end up on the other side.” He moved to the side and the doors behind him opened slowly revealing a dark room beyond.
Everyone stepped to the doors, if a little hesitant, as Zelda and Arawin could sense something behind the doors that was more than what they already had to endure. What the Guardian had asked them was hard, but there was still something harder he could have forced them to answer. Something told them that they might have to face it within the Gauntlet.
As they stood in front of the doors, Zelda took Alistair’s hand and soon she felt better about what she was going to face. It was scary and something she didn’t want to encounter, but she knew she could do it since she was not alone. Alistair was with her, and so was Wynne and even Arawin. Together they could all face their fears together and win.
Soon the doors were opened all the way, and together they stepped in and everything went black.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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