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An Unlikely Pairing (Dragon Age Inquisition)	By : Elvhennan Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Breach was closed. I could hardly believe it. I did that. If you had asked me what outcome I would have expected when I mounted my Dalish All Bred and left my clan en route to the Conclave, this was... uhm.... not on the list. How could anyone possibly have expected this?
And how could anyone possibly have expected that in such a short time we’d all be standing in Haven with mages and Templars celebrating together. A shared victory.
Sera was riding around on Bull’s shoulders. Vivienne and Fiona, the Circle Mage and the Apostate, were catching up over a cup of wine, Vivienne was even managing to contain the condescension in her voice, appearing almost friendly. Varric was recanting his experience of the day the Breach has first appeared over the fire, adding flare as no one but he was capable of. Cassandra was across the flames, rolling her eyes and beaming a smile in turns as the story went on. Blackwall, dutiful as ever, has collected damaged armor and taken it down to the smithy for repairs.
“Can’t have our forces looking like a mob of peasants,” he’d said. Ironically, that’s almost exactly what we were. A mob of peasants, who had just healed a wound in the sky.
Of course, Blackwall was right, we still had to unmask the “Elder One” we’d heard about in our venture forward in time. This day had been a triumph, but the war was not over.
That’s why Cullen and Leliana were smiling, but not celebrating as the rest of them were.
And then, a knocking at the gates. A boy telling us of “Red Templars” making their way toward Haven. Lead by the Elder One.
“Give me a plan Cullen,” I deferred to him, “Anything.”
We sounded the alarm, everyone hastily went to arms. Fin’Dalin have mercy, some of them didn’t even have their armor. Cassandra and Varric were at my side in moments. Solas appeared from wherever he’d been hiding, a grim expression on his face and a staff in his hand.
Cullen had decided to use the trebuchets, soldiers were already working to load and fire the first one, all we had to do was keep the enemy’s forces off of them long enough. We battled strange abominations, Varric noting the Red Lyrium that seemed to be growing from them, it brought me back to the nightmarish dungeon I’d been trapped in with Dorian.
Dorian. I’d not seen him around the festivities. He was a powerful mage, I was sure he could protect himself, but I couldn’t help but say a small prayer to Mythal the Protector that someone had found him and warned him.
I couldn’t focus on my worry, however, Varric was on the ground, Cassandra rushing in to help him up behind the safety of her shield. I drove my sword through the back of the neck of the Templar attacking them, and with first trebuchet launched, we sprinted to the second, which we’d been told was suffering a mechanical failure.
We reached the barricade on which it stood and got to work. From where I stood on the platform I could see a monstrous Red Lyrium creature was about to strike a blow against Solas who was conjuring a wall of ice between us and three Red Templar knights. I leapt down, put my full weight behind my shield, and slammed into the creature with all the weight of my body, knocking it off its feet, and turned to fight the demon and protect Solas’ flank.
It was utter chaos.
I climbed back onto the platform and turned the winch by hand, groaning with the effort. I was already exhausted. Covered in sweat and ash and blood. I heard the trebuchet lock into place and with Cassandra defending us, Solas, Varric, and I loaded it. We launched and struck a direct hit to the mountain, unleashing a mighty avalanche and burying the enemy forces that had not yet reached the gates. The soldiers cheered and Varric clapped me on the back.
The success was fleeting. The trebuchet erupted in a spray of cinders and splinters, sending us all hurtling backwards and onto the ground. A fucking dragon? Fenhedis Lasa, a FUCKING DRAGON?
We all staggered back to our feet, those of us that were still alive. A soldier lay dead with a thick piece of wood through his neck.
“We can’t face it here,” Cassandra was panting, voice hoarse with smoke and fatigue, “We have to do... something.”
“Everyone to the gates,” I said, we needed Cullen. We needed the Knight Commander.
The dragon soared overhead as we rushed back down the pathway.
Cullen was ushering people through the gate. “Move it!” he shouted, looking relieved to see the four of us still standing
“We need everyone back to the Chantry. It’s the only building that might hold against that beast,” he said once the gates were closed. He turned to us, face darkened by the dire circumstances, and added “At this point, just make them work for it.”
He thought we were all going to die.
People were screaming, Haven was on fire. I found Minaeve unconscious, surrounded by charred rubble. I shook her awake and directed her to the chantry. I could hear cries for help from inside the Tavern, Flissa was trapped beneath one collapsed beam and another was about to crush her. I pulled it off of her enough for Cassandra to drag her out, my hands searing on the smoldering wood. Dorian’s tiny house was being entirely consumed by flames, I could not tell whether or not anyone had been inside.
All the while we battled demons, monsters, and Templars. My body cried in agony, I expected I’d be black and blue for a week, if I survived.
We made it into the Chantry and Roderick was being help up by the same young an who’d appeared at the gates to warn us.
“The knife cut deep, he’s going to die,” said the boy.
“Such a charming young man,” Roderick said.
Cullen rushes over to me. “Our position is not good, that dragon stole back any time you might have earned us,” he stated. “There has been no communication, no demands, only advance after advance.”
The boy, whose name I understood to be Cole, told us gravely that the Elder One was here for me, specifically. He wanted the Mark on my hand.
Cullen expresses that the only way to defeat the horde at our doorstep was to turn the last remaining trebuchet toward the mountains above us and bury the entire town of Haven in a wave of snow and ice.
“There’s no surviving this now, but we can choose how we die. It is not a choice many get to make,” he lamented.
“There is a path,” Roderick sputtered from his chair. “You wouldn’t know it unless you’d made the summer pilgrimage, as I have. The people CAN escape.”
“Inquisition,” Cullen addressed the ragged group of survivors in the hall, “follow Chancellor Roderick through the Chantry. Move!” He sent a few soldiers out to load the trebuchet. I was to serve as a distraction. I looked at Varric and Cassandra. Sera and Bull. Vivienne and Fiona. Leliana. And then I saw him at the back of the chamber, Dorian was alive, though I could not tell if it was his own blood or someone else’s smeared on his face.
There was no time for goodbyes with any of them.
“If you we are to have a chance, if YOU are to have a chance,” Cullen addressed me, “Let that thing hear you.”
I insisted Solas go with the rest, no one knew more about the Fade than he, if I was lost he was the only one with any hope of finding another way to close the Rifts. I could not convince Cassandra and Varric to do the same.
“If there’s one thing I know Lavellan,” smiled Varric, “It’s how to get an asshole’s attention.”
Before we stepped back into the courtyard I could see Dorian and Sera looking back at me from the entrance to the tunnels. I gave them a nod. ‘Go’ it said. ‘Live’.
Cassandra and Varric saw new down the path to our last hope of turning the tide of the battle. They defended me as I turned the trebuchet to face the mountaintop to the North. The soldiers ahead of us had gotten it loaded and turned partway before they fell. When it was ready to fire I told my friends to go back to the Chantry and catch up with Cullen. They looked mournful to leave me, but it was not a request. Varric clasped my hand. My friend. I wished them luck, but knew they did not need it if they had each other.
I would wait here for the signal that my people had cleared the pass.
They really were my people, my clan would have called them Shemlen, but I seemed to be less and less Dalish with each passing day. I found myself hoping I would get to tell Sera that, she’d like to hear it.
I heard a screech above me and looked up to see the foul dragon making another pass. I tried to get out of the way of it’s mighty breath but I couldn’t. It knocked me off my feet and my back slammed into the ground, knocking the air clean from my lungs. I layed there a moment, energy depleted, imagining that I did not have to get back up.
I mustered the energy to roll onto my side, pressing my palm into my forehead to try and clear the ringing out of my ears. That’s when I saw him. It. The Elder One. He had to have been a full four feet taller than me with an emaciated body and Red Lyrium growing from his twisted face.
I rose to my feet but could not see my weapons anywhere. The massive dragon, seemingly deformed from its corruption, landed behind me, blocking any chance of escape I might have had.
Corypheus, he revealed his name.
“I am here for the Anchor,” his mangled voice grated out, “The process of removing it begins now.”
The orb he was carrying started to glow, as did the mark on my hand. I grit my teeth together as my hand started to burn, the sensation traveling up to my elbow. It seemed to pulling toward his magic. He turned his hand the pain exploded, the forced of the pulling growing stronger. I held my left arm with my right hand to keep from being pulled off my feet. Gods, the pain was brutal.
And then he closed his fist and my mark burned with the same red magic he wielded. I sank to my knees, tears threatening to spring from my eyes. I growled to keep from screaming.
He approached me and lifted me clear off the ground by my wrist. My shield arm. Already sore from the battle it now threatened to dislocate from its socket. He was still blathering on about being a God when he flung me through the air, for the second time I had the wind stolen from me as my back hit the wooden beams of the trebuchet. There was a sword lying there, I took it in hand, feeling a hair more confident with a means to defend myself.
Then, in the distance, I saw a ball of flame light the sky. The Inquisition was clear of the pass. This Corypheus was a fool, he had put me exactly where I needed to be. I told him to fuck himself, kicked the triggering mechanism, and started running, leaping off the platform and over the barricade as the avalanche cascaded down onto Haven. The corrupted dragon lifted Corypheus off the ground and out of harm’s way, I fell into a cavern beneath the Chantry.
I don’t know how long I lay there, barely conscious, before I found the will to get up. I could barely walk, certain that at least a few of my ribs were broken. I was freezing but I was alive. That in itself was a miracle, but it would not stay that way if I didn’t move. And so I moved, one wretched foot at a time, the snow on the mountain pass reaching my waist in places I had just buried.
I could see next to nothing. I could hear only the wind howling in my ears. Soon enough I wasn’t even in pain, I was simply numb. But I kept fighting my way upward. I don’t know how long it took, but when I smelled smoke coming from a recent campfire I followed it. As the black tunnel around my vision started to close in and take me I thought I heard a voice.
“It’s him!”
“He’s returned!”
“Thank the Maker!”
I fell to my knees and succumbed to the darkness.
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