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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 6
The Battle of Ostagar
Bridget woke early the next morning and prepared herself for the upcoming battle that she hoped she could join. Upon exiting her tent, she saw Alistair running towards her.
"Alistair? What is it?" she asked as he stopped in front of her.
"We've been ambushed, there are Darkspawn everywhere, we need to get to the tower, immediately!" he shouted.
Bridget quickly grabbed her weapons and whistled for Zeus to follow. Bridget followed Alistair, running steadily to keep up with him and before long they came to a bridge. Bridget's eyes widened.
"Maker…" she said in a breathless whisper.
The bridge connecting the ruins to the Tower was almost completely demolished. Dozens of men already lay dying, and only about five archers remained. As Bridget and Alistair ran across the bridge, a huge boulder came out of no where and slammed into the bridge, throwing them off of their feet. Bridget picked herself up and kept running with Alistair. When they finally reached the outskirts of the tower, Darkspawn were everywhere! Genlocks and Hurlocks stood fighting the few soldiers and mages that were there.
"I don't understand…there aren't supposed to be any Darkspawn here." Alistair stated.
Bridget looked at him and removed her sword from its sheath.
"I guess we will get to fight, just like we wanted." She replied.
Alistair removed his sword and shield as well.
"Haha, guess you're right."
They both charged forward going to the aid of the soldiers and mages. Bridget cut down the Genlock in front of her and ran to help Zeus who was taking on two Hurlocks. Bridget bashed one of them with her shield, knocked it down and stabbed it in it's stomach.
"Come on, to the tower!" she screamed.
Alistair hurried over towards her, and as they reached the tower door, he rammed into it with his shoulder, breaking the lock and allowing them entry. Bridget was breathing hard. The thrill of battle was exhilarating, just like Fergus described it! More Darkspawn were waiting for them in the tower. After killing them, Bridget bent down to one and noticed that it carried a money pouch. She snatched it up.
"Why the hell would these things have money?" she asked.
Alistair gave a small chuckle.
"You know I've always wondered the same thing."
Pocketing the pouch, Bridget led the others to a staircase. They ran up it taking two or three steps at a time and barged into the next floor. No surprise that there were even more Darkspawn waiting on the other side. After disposing of them, Alistair, who was trying to regain his breath said,
"I think the next floor is the top one. Let's get to the beacon so Teyrn Loghain can send his troops to the king's aid. He'll be in need of them, I'm sure."
Bridget nodded and together they ran up the next flight of stairs. Bridget threw open the door and swallowed. There was a large ogre inside who appeared to be feasting on another soldier. The large beast turned and dropped the soldier and roared loudly. Before Alistair could do anything, Bridget had already ran forward and engaged the ogre head on. In mere minutes it had fallen with Bridget stabbing her sword into it's chest. She withdrew it and turned to Alistair.
"Let's light the beacon, now!"
Alistair ran to it and grabbed a torch off of the wall, throwing it into the pit setting the wood up in flames.
"There…that should do it."
Just then a whole wave of Darkspawn flooded into the room. There were some that were clad in heavy armor…some Bridget had not come across yet. She and Alistair didn't have time to really steady themselves for combat before the mage that had accompanied them was thrown against the far wall, his spine shattering upon contact. Bridget tried to hold off as many as she could…but they were beginning to overpower her. She chanced a look at Alistair to see six or seven Hurlocks surrounding him. That one chance look was Bridget's mistake. She felt a searing pain in her side and fell to the ground. In her last moments before the darkness in the corners of her eyes took over, she saw Alistair fall as well…and then she heard a terrible roar. Another ogre? But this roar sounded deeper…more vicious. Bridget closed her eyes as a falling sensation spread throughout her body…
Bridget slowly opened her eyes and stared up at a wooden ceiling. Her vision was hazy and blurred. She closed her eyes and opened them again, this time smelling the burning wood in…a fireplace?
"Ah I see you have awoken."
Bridget sat up slowly, wincing slightly as she felt her side. Bridget looked down to see it wrapped in bandages. She looked up towards the door to see (to her great surprise) Morrigan walking towards her.
"My mother has healed your wounds to the best of her ability."
Bridget furrowed her brow.
"The battle…what happened where is,"
Morrigan held up her hand.
"There is much to be explained. The man that was to aid your king left him to fend for himself."
Bridget's eyes widened.
"What? But we lit the beacon!" she exclaimed.
Morrigan nodded.
"That is indeed true but apparently this man had this planned from the very beginning. The majority of everyone within the king's troops is dead. Those that survived were taken to the Deep Roads. Your friend…he is not taking this well."
Bridget looked at her.
"Alistair? You mean he's alright?"
Morrigan nodded.
"If this Alistair is the blonde and dimwitted one from before, then yes he is outside as is some mabari hound dog."
Bridget breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank the Maker…can I see him?" she asked.
Morrigan nodded.
"Yes your wounds are completely healed for now; just keep the bandage on a bit longer. I will remain here and make something to it. Your garb is over there."
With that, Morrigan walked towards the back of the hut. Bridget heard the scraping of a pot. Bridget removed the blankets from herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood slowly, a little sore but other than that she was alright. She walked over to a chest on which her armor and weapons laid and picked them up. After she was dressed, Bridget opened the door and stepped outside. The bright sunlight made her squint and she saw Alistair pacing nearby in front of a small pond. Bridget walked over to him.
"Alistair?"
Alistair turned and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh I'm so glad you're awake…I was getting worried…"
Bridget looked at him and could see the pain in his eyes.
"Alistair…I'm so sorry."
He shook his head.
"Nothing here is your fault. I just can't believe what's happened…and Duncan…" he said in anguish.
"It would appear that those treaties I gave you will be of good use now."
Both Alistair and Bridget turned to see the mysterious Flemeth approach them.
"This is indeed a true Blight. As the only two remaining Grey Wardens it is your duty to unite all of Fereldon against those that threaten it."
Alistair nodded and sighed.
"She's right…we're all that's left now."
Bridget looked at him.
"I thought Duncan mentioned others?"
Alistair nodded.
"There are others, but they are all the way in Orlais…"
Bridget sighed. She turned to Flemeth.
"Thank you for saving us."
Alistair raised an eyebrow.
"Come to think of it, how did you save us?"
Before Flemeth could answer, Morrigan emerged out of the hut.
"The stew is bubbling. Will you two be staying for supper?" she asked dully.
Flemeth shook her head.
"No dear, they are heading out and you are going with them."
Morrigan, Alistair, and Bridget all replied with a simultaneous
"What?"
Flemeth chuckled.
"You are always complaining about staying here in the Wilds, child, now is your time and chance to leave."
Alistair shook his head.
"No, we don't need her help,"
Morrigan crossed her arms.
"Afraid I might turn you into a toad?" she asked.
Alistair cleared his throat.
"Yes actually, I am. I don't like toads…"
Bridget looked at Alistair.
"Morrigan will be useful, Alistair. We can use her help and quite frankly we need all the help we can get."
Morrigan looked at her, surprised.
"I knew I was right when I stated that you were the only one with a brain."
Zeus trotted up to Bridget and sat at her feet, wagging his tail and staring up at Morrigan.
"And we even have a dog and Alistair is still the dumbest one out of our little group. Very well…if you will have me I guess I do not have any choice in the matter."
Alistair grumbled something un-audible under his breath. Flemeth nodded.
"Good. Go and unite Fereldon. We are all depending on you."
With that, Morrigan bid farewell to her mother and took the lead as she knew the quickest route out of the Wilds.
"I suggest we first stop at a small village called Lothering. We will be able to get supplies there as well as hear some news."
Bridget nodded.
"I think that's a good idea. We have no supplies…and we'll be needing a lot of them."
Alistair still said nothing, but kept eyeing Morrigan suspiciously. She took immediate notice of this and said,
"If you do not stop staring at me you fool, I will turn you into a toad and I will chuck you into the nearest swamp we see!"
Alistair became highly interested in staring at his feet for the rest of the journey to Lothering
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