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Samahlen	By : BronxWench Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1569 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sand

Wraith stood on the shore of the lake, just down from the Spoiled Princess Inn. The Tower was cleansed of demons and abominations, and the Circle of Magi was safe for the moment, at least while cooler heads remained in charge of the Templars. First Enchanter Irving had promised that the mages would join the fight against the darkspawn, and the first step in building an army to fight the Blight had been taken.
Now Wraith had to decide where to go next. He looked out across Lake Calenhad, toward where Alistair had said Redcliffe could be found. Wraith found it ironic that he, a Dalish elf, would be actively seeking out humans and human villages, after a lifetime spent avoiding the shemlen. He was pondering the irony when he heard someone come up behind him, feet crunching on the bare ground of the shore.
"So, the Circle's preserved, and we've invoked our first Grey Warden treaty. It's a good start," Alistair said, looking out across the lake as well. "Where to next?"
Wraith shot him a sour glance, and Alistair responded with a cheeky grin.
"It's likely that Loghain knows where we are, and it makes the most sense for us to go to Redcliffe or to Orzammar from here," Wraith replied. "We have our hands full enough with the darkspawn. Eventually, we'll have to deal with Loghain, but not now. So, we're not going to make it easy for Loghain to intercept us while we're still weak."
Alistair nodded. "The Brecilian Forest, then."
Wraith shot the taller human another sidelong look. "And here Morrigan thought you were stupid."
"Ow!" Alistair laughed. "I can't believe I'm getting such abuse from a comrade in arms. It's a fatal wound, I think. Am I bleeding?"
Wraith snorted in amusement. The two men fell silent for a few minutes, watching the moon's reflection over the water.
"Wraith?"
The Dalish hunter looked up at Alistair, cocking an eyebrow.
"What did you dream?" Alistair asked.
"Why do you ask?" Wraith countered. His voice was sharper than he had intended, and he sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired." Wraith rubbed his eyes with the callused pads of his fingers.
"It's just that you entered our dreams, and broke us free. I just wondered if... well... what you saw." Alistair looked uncomfortable, almost embarrassed.
Wraith was silent for a few minutes. "When I first became aware of being awake again, I was in Weisshaupt Fortress. Duncan was there." He looked at Alistair. "He told me it was all over, that we had defeated the archdemon. I could feel the lie in my bones."
Alistair sucked in a harsh breath. "You had to fight him, like you did the people in our dreams."
"Yes." Wraith fell silent again, looking out over the lake. The moonlight painted his vallaslin silvery, and his expression was bleak beneath the artificial gilding.
"The sloth demon offered you something else, a new dream." Alistair's voice was barely above a whisper.
Wraith crouched, dipped his hand into the cool sand and let it run through his fingers. "Yes." He stood up again, as slowly as if the effort caused him unspeakable pain.
Alistair waited, his breath bated. Wraith scrubbed his hands through his silvery hair, and gave Alistair an indecipherable look. "My hair used to be black, before. That seems so long ago, when I still had a name."
Alistair said nothing, waiting for Wraith to continue.
"I don't remember my parents," Wraith began. "My father died before I was born. Bandits. My mother died shortly after my birth. This is not an unusual story among the Dalish. There are always those who care for such as me." Wraith paused. "But there was someone. We grew up together. We did everything together, became hunters together. We got our vallaslin, the blood writing, on the same day, and neither of us so much as flinched." The barest hint of a smile flickered and vanished in the same instant as Wraith indicated his facial tattoo.
"We hunted as a pair, always. And one day, deep in the forest, I took what he offered, took him as my lover." Wraith looked at Alistair again, alien and yet familiar. "That day is what the demon offered me." He could hear the grief in his own voice, and see it mirrored in Alistair's eyes.
"I'm sorry," Alistair said. "Duncan mentioned him, I think. What did he say his name was again?"
"Don't!" It came out as nearly a shout. Wraith glared at Alistair, his breathing harsh. "Don't say his name. I don't want to hear it from your lips, not now." He turned away again, looking out over the lake, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He waited to hear Alistair's footsteps on the sand, walking away, but there was no sound aside other than the water lapping at the shore and his own rough breath. His anger faded as quickly as it had risen.
"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that," Wraith said.
"No, I shouldn't have asked," Alistair said. "The demon offered us all what he thought we wanted most. I just wanted... I just wanted to know you better."
Wraith looked at Alistair, and this time he did not look away. "In the dream, he spoke my name. He called me Samahlen. It means laughter." Wraith's hands clenched into fists, the knuckles white. "But now I am just Wraith."

AN: Certain dialogue attributed to Alistair is taken from the game, although used in a different context and setting.
Prompt word: Sand
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