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Closer to the Edge

He looked over the land, the burning city, the smell of carnage and death seeping into his nostrils. The sounds of screams, cries of pain and destruction reached his ears... and he loved it. His army, vast and strong, limitless and powerful against their small, weak one. There was nothing that could stop him, nothing that could threaten his rule. Or at least nothing except those two.
He could smell them, feel them through the connection. He wasn't sure why he felt a threat from them. It didn't seem natural. They were weak and pathetic mortals, tiny and nothing when compared to his greatness. And they knew it too, from the times he had ensnared them, trapped them within dreams. But he knew no matter what, he needed to be cautious, he needed them destroyed before they could do any more damage than they already had.
He felt it when they had entered the city. He had felt when they had killed his generals. He could even feel them now, separated and running through the city to rejoin. This, he knew, was the perfect time to strike. To kill them while they were two, because as one, then they would prove a danger.
He flew high, taking in the sight of his carnage, before dipping down, going straight toward one of them, not caring which. She felt him coming, looked up and ducked as he hit the bridge she was standing on. He had wanted to snatch her up in his jaws, but several arrows lodged themselves in his mouth. He flew back up, gliding back to attack anew, but then she was gone. He roared with anger from her escape. She was still there, he could feel her, but she was hiding. There was some type of anger pulsating from her, some type of frustration that became a beacon for him. He followed it, feeling she was close, and dived to strike again.
Something landed on his back, something he had not sensed until now. Another Grey Warden; older, male, a nuisance. He had been considered less of a threat, which explained why he had been missed. There was no reason to fear him, but now he needed to be dealt with as pain shot through his back.
He bucked and reared when he felt the sword go straight into his back. He reached back, trying to pry the Grey Warden off, but he was too far. He felt the blade twist and go deeper. He needed to get him off, already mad the Grey Warden had made him lose his prize. She was gone now, run off somewhere. He would find her again soon, but at the moment dealing with his unwanted passenger was priority.
He flew fast, the aching in his back growing. He went straight for the tower up ahead. At the last moment, he shifted, his back hitting the tower making it crumble and fall. No longer could he feel the Grey Warden on his back, but the damned fool was still upon him. He had jumped to his wing, digging the forsaken blade right into the thin membrane. The pain was even worse there, but also fear began to seep through him. If his wing tore then he would no longer be able to fly.
An idea came, causing him to fly high into the sky, to the clouds. He flew, beating his wings fast and hard to dislodge the nuisance. He flew to the tallest tower, to the one he sensed the two were going.
He beat one last time, one last forceful move that finally sent the foolish Grey Warden to the ground far below. But there was a price for it. He felt it as it happened, as the blade cut through the entire wing. The thin membrane splitting and blood falling with the Grey Warden. He tried to flap his wings, tried to steady himself, to stay in the air, but he was already falling.
Falling fast.
He aimed for the tower. Aimed for the flat area on the very top. There he landed hard, skidding to the edge where he nearly fell again, but caught himself in time. When he stood, the smell of fear became very strong. He looked down to see the many faces of humans staring up at him, weapons ready but none dared to approach him. He opened his mouth in his own way of smiling. His wing may have been broken, his generals dead, but he was still a force that would not be taken down by mere means.
***
“No, no! Maker, no!” Zelda watched in horror as Riordan fell from the archdemon. She looked away when he went past the roofs, not wanting to see him land. “No, no, no!” she chanted, not wanting to believe it. She felt Alistair hug her and felt him tremble with her.
Please don't tell me that was....
Yes.
Maker... Arawin went silent for a moment. I guess it's up to us now.
I... suppose. Zelda took herself out of Alistair's arms and looked around. It was a horrible thing that had just happened, but there was no time for grieving now. Arawin, where are you guys?
Just crossed the bridge connecting the alienage to the palace district. Damn archdemon destroyed it too, trying to get to me.
Well keep going, we need to reach Fort Drakon. The archdemon fell to the top of the tower.
On our way.
“Zelda, what are we doing?”
Turning around, Zelda saw all her friends looking to her for guidance. “Arawin's on the opposite side of the palace district. What we do is we fight our way to Fort Drakon and climb the tower all the way to the top. There, the archdemon will be waiting for us.”
Everyone seemed to stay perfectly still when she said this. They looked frightened, as if they had not expected to be fighting the archdemon so soon.
“If you don't wish to, then neither of you have to follow,” Zelda said staring each one of them in the eye. “You have all done enough, and I will not hate you or blame you if you decide this is far enough.”
“Zelda, it's almost sounding like you don't want us to go with you,” said Wynne. “Because you know none of us are going to abandon you now.”
“Wynne speaks the truth,” said Esumi. “You never abandoned us at the tower, why should we leave your side now?”
“There's a lot that we owe you,” Cullen stated. “If it wasn't for you, I might have never gotten out of that cage. None of us are going to let you go up there alone.”
“And if you think you're going to leave me behind,” Alistair said rounding her. “Then you're mistaken. I'm with you no matter what, love. No. Matter. What.”
Zelda looked at each one of them one more time, seeing that they meant what they said. It might have been better for all of them if they had stayed, but she could see there was no way of convincing them otherwise. “Alright,” she said choked. “Let's bring this Blight to an end.”
She lead them through the district, seeing the same things that they saw in the market: bodies, burning buildings, darkspawn after darkspawn praying upon people with soldiers fighting them off. They continued across, helping where they could, but not for very long. They needed to get to the fort. That was their main goal.
***
“Arawin. Arawin! Do you even know where you're going?”
Stopping in the middle of the burned street, Arawin looked around before turning to her companions. “Ah!” she screamed, pulling on her hair. “Sod no! I have no clue where we're going or where we are! The back alleys have been destroyed and I don't recognize a damn thing. Sodding darkspawn!”
Morrigan rubbed the flesh between her eyes. “Perhaps you should ask Zelda?”
“Why would I ask her about a city she didn't grow up in?”
“I don't know, but we need to get going before-”
There was a shriek followed by a loud crack as Keiven jumped in front of Morrigan, slamming his shield into a shriek as it leaped from the shadows. His sword came down on it's head, snapping it's neck. He then released an arcane bolt, flinging the darkspawn back.
“Saved you, my lady!” he said proudly.
“I didn't need saving,” Morrigan glared.
“It was about ready to attack you. I saw it.”
“Well stop paying attention to me!” Morrigan flung an ice spell at the new shriek that was about ready to pounce on Keiven. The young mage then bashed it with his shield and it shattered into many pieces.
“Come on, we have to keep moving!” Arawin yelled as she skewered a genlock. Everyone cut their way through the flood of darkspawn that was beginning to come down upon them. Arawin lead them through the debris, using Zelda as a beacon to find her way to the fort. She could see the fort from where they were, but getting there was the problem.
They zigzagged between buildings and streets, fighting darkspawn along the way before Arawin finally recognized her surroundings and realized they were on the right path.
“There!”
The entrance to the fort was in front of them, but it was also swamped with darkspawn. Arawin cursed as a black bolt of dark energy flew by her head. The emissary stood at the top of the stairs sending out another bolt at her as well as the others in fast succession.
Lisha was the first to stop as she notched an arrow and let it fly across the battlefield. The arrow found its mark in the emissary's arm, causing it to lose it's ability to use it. The staff dropped from it's limp hand and the darkspawn screamed just before it's head exploded from a lightening bolt.
“You two take away all the fun!” Arawin said as she stopped her pursuit on the emissary. She then turned her attention on the hurlock running toward her. Sliding on her knees, she went under the hurlock's shield and tripped it with Dar'Misaan. Fang then found its way into the darkspawn's back as Arawin got back on her feet. An arcane bolt then went past her head, taking out the genlock trying to sneak up on her. You're late.
The market is further away than the alienage is.
Excuses, excuses.
Arawin looked over as Zelda and her companions came running across the battlefield, Wynne having been the one who killed the genlock for her.
“Keiven!” Zelda cried as she ran over to the young mage. “How could you run off like that on us?”
“Leave me alone, Sis,” he said stepping back from her and more towards Morrigan. “I don't need any of you looking out for me. I can take care of myself.”
Zelda glanced from him to Morrigan then back. “You're too young-”
“No. I'm. Not!”
“Hey, hey!” Arawin said getting in between the two siblings. “Come on, relax. We're finally back together, right?” Arawin smiled. “What do you say we get in this fort here and find ourselves an archdemon?”
Zelda breathed out heavily as she turned and stared at the doors to the fort.
Arawin went next to her. “It needs to be done.”
“I know.”
Nodding, the two of them went forward together with the others following.
The inside of Fort Drakon was just as bad as the city was. It looked as if there was no one alive left in the entire fort as they passed body after body. They climbed the stairs, going up and up, all the way to the top, soon reaching a large decorative room. Arawin and Zelda stared at the other side of the room, at large doors they knew lead out to the very top of Fort Drakon, and where the archdemon was waiting for them.
They went for the doors, but stopped and jumped backwards when a large hand come down where they had been. The ogre had burst through the wall, showering everyone in rubble. It bellowed, forcing everyone to cover their ears and then reached out it's hand and snatched Esumi. The elven mage screamed as it brought her up to it's mouth and roared at her, splashing her with spittle.
“Esumi!” Cullen and Keiven cried at the same time. They both charged at the ogre, running at it's legs and cutting at it's knees. The ogre wobbled and with it's free hand went to snatch at Keiven, but his smaller stature allowed him to duck the giant hand. Cullen rounded the ogre, swinging his greatsword into the creature's back. The ogre cried out from both pain and anger as it spun around, taking Cullen's blade with it. Cullen was forced to let go of the hilt, cursing as he had to chase after his weapon. Esumi whimpered and cried as she was thrashed about in the ogre's hand. Cullen cursed again as he tried to grab his blade, but was forced back when the ogre smashed down it's fist.
Keiven went to it's front to distract it, firing an arcane bolt at it's face. Arrows also found their way in it's chest and neck as Arawin, Zevran and Lisha fired from their bows. More magical bolts hit the ogre from the front and back as Wynne and Morrigan positioned themselves on either side of the creature. Zelda and Alistair, along with Rupee and Kunjo readied themselves and were about to run at the ogre when another loud roar forced them to turn their attention to the hole in the wall. Another ogre came bursting through along with an alpha emissary that shot a lightning bolt at Zelda. She deflected it with her shield, but the zap of the lightning still went through her hand, forcing her to drop the shield. She screamed from the pain, forcing Arawin to involuntarily scream as well. The jolt in her hand then caused her to miss fire an arrow, which almost took out Esumi.
“Shit! Sorry!” Arawin put Far Song down and while unsheathing Fang and Dar'Misaan ran toward the ogre still holding Esumi. She leaped away from it's hand and grabbed onto the hilt of Cullen's sword, using it to pull herself up on it's back. “Put her down!” Arawin pierced Dar'Misaan through the ogre's spine. The electricity shot through the creature's body, causing it to convulse violently. It dropped Esumi, who was caught by Zevran before falling on it's face.
Cullen quickly went and ripped his sword out of the creature's back and ran to check on Esumi before going to the second ogre. He joined with Alistair, the two templars battling the giant creature as it roared and smashed the ground they stood on. On the other side of the room, Wynne and Morrigan battled with the emissary. It proved to be strong, easily able to handle both mages at once.
The ogre fighting Alistair and Cullen swiped it's arms in front, forcing the two templars back. Then grabbing the granite table in the middle of the room, the ogre broke it in half and hurled the slab at Arawin who was standing on the back of the dead ogre trying to get Dar'Misaan out. When she saw it, she jumped off, rolling on the ground just as the slab flew over the dead body and smashed on the floor. Arawin lifted her head to see that Dar'Misaan was no longer stuck in the ogre, but neither was it in one piece. Her mouth popped open as she saw a small sliver of blade still sticking out of the ogre's back and the hilt with only a portion of the blade left attached to it on the floor.
“That sodding, nug-sucking, shit-filled blighted BITCH!!!” Arawin clenched Fang in her right hand and sprang up on her feet. She ran screaming at the other ogre, murder on her face, Fang blazing brighter than ever. She leaped in the air, ready to stick Fang where ever she could, but stopped in mid air and went backwards right before the ogre could grab her. She was placed down rather harshly next to Morrigan who kept the paralysis spell on her. “Damn it, Morrigan!”
“You're not allowed dying,” the witch said as she focused her attention on the emissary again. “Not yet at least.”
The group was split, with both Arawin and Esumi out as the rest fought the ogre and emissary. Alistair and Cullen worked on the ogre, but this one was smarter than the last, and was able to keep them from fully attacking. Zevran and Keiven went to help, but the ogre was able to defend against them as well.
The emissary was strong, with a magical shield surrounding him, keeping most of Morrigan and Wynne's spells at bay, as well as Lisha's arrows. Zelda was able to pick up her shield and ran at the emissary. The darkspawn, seeing her, shot a black bolt at her. It bounced off her shield and Zelda brought Silverbrand forward. The emissary blocked her blade with his staff, then swung it up, smacking her legs. Zelda felt the crack and lowered her shield to block the staff but was hit in the face. She parried the staff with Silverbrand, but was pushed back and skidded across the floor when the emissary hit her with a mind blast.
A flash of red and brown then flew past Zelda and she saw Rupee and Kunjo run at the emissary. The darkspawn threw a black bolt at the two canines, but missed. Kunjo leaped up first, grabbing the end of the staff with his teeth. He pulled, but the emissary refused to let go. Rupee then rounded him, finding her way to his backside where her teeth dug in. The emissary let go of his staff from the bite, allowing Kunjo to run off with it. Rupee then followed, getting out of the way of the emissary's grasp.
With his staff gone, the magical shield disappeared. Both Morrigan and Wynne used the opportunity to fire both lightning and a stone fist. The two spells hit the emissary at the same time, causing him to explode in a shower of blood and gore.
With the emissary dead, Lisha turned her attention to the ogre the others were still fighting. Aiming carefully, the arrow she released lodged itself in the ogre's eye. It bellowed from the sudden loss of vision and spun around wildly. Seeing his chance, Keiven then leaped on the ogre's chest and dug his sword in. The ogre fell to his back and Cullen quickly beheaded it.
Once it was over, Morrigan released Arawin. The elf ran over to her broken blade and picked up what was left. The portion attached to the hilt still sizzled with electricity.
“Oh, you broke your blade,” said Zevran.
“How... how?” Arawin turned to Lisha and held up the blade. A look of utter horror and confusion on her face.
“You're asking me, Iell?” Lisha said.
“But it was a Dalish blade! It's not suppose to break!”
“That blade was made of verideum, I believe, not the strongest of materials. And just because it's Dalish doesn't mean it can't break.”
“But... everything it's gone through! In a dragon's mouth, golems... and this is what breaks it?”
“Like I said, it was made of verideum. With all you put it through without proper maintenance, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did. Besides, it looks as if you can still use it. It's just a dagger now.”
“Yeah, a dagger with the hilt of a longsword.” Arawin looked at her poor sword. “The archdemon is going to laugh at me when I pull this thing out.”
The mention of the archdemon then made everyone somber. They once again looked to the doors at the other end of the room. There was nothing between them now.
***
Urthemiel raised on his hind quarters, wings flapping wildly, the wind generated from them knocking down the soldiers attempting to approach. He went down, snatching several up in his jaws. Their bones crunched, blood dripped down his gullet. He savored it, savored their screaming and cries of death. He spat out their bodies, his tail whipped, the soldiers he hit breaking. One soldier in front of him was crawling away, trying to keep from being noticed, but Urthemiel saw him, and with his front claw, squished him to the ground. The soldier screamed then choked, leaving a wet spot on the stone.
A roar of complete pleasure was let loose by Urthemiel, his magical fire jetting past his teeth. He brought it down and went in a circle, setting everything within reach on fire. He was enjoying himself, wanting more, wanting...
He stopped and snorted, rage pulsing through him as he felt them coming. They were close, coming for him and not even his most powerful warriors could stop them. Grabbing a soldier between his teeth, he ripped him in half before looking toward the small archway and seeing them coming through.
Zelda, go the other way.
I got it.
The two damned fools. The human and elf, one soul, his nemesis. He eyed them and growled, dropping the lower half of the soldier he was still holding. He went on all fours, facing them fully with his head low and teeth barred. His roar was challenging, loud and fierce. They took his challenge and glared back before moving to either side of him. He went after the human first, snapping his teeth down, claws swinging through the air. She was faster than she looked and her blade was sharp and cold as it sliced through his claw. He moved after her, but then felt the bite and burn of the blade of the elf. He turned to grab her, but she rolled out of his reach. She was even faster than the human.
He went after her now, eager to get a taste of her flesh. He chased her across the top of the tower, shooting magical fireballs, but her quick reflexes kept her out of their reach. He was starting to get frustrated. The human came up behind him now, her cold blade piercing his hind leg. He roared out in frustration, causing the foundation to shake. He needed to get both of them at once. Separated, he wasn't sure who to go after first.
Knowing exactly what he needed to do, he opened up his throat and started to sing.
It did just what he thought it would. The human and elf stopped cold, eyes wide and faces locked in horror. They were caught within his song, right at his mercy and easy prey.
Arawin! We need... to resist!
I'm... trying, but... the song is so...
Urthemiel smirked. There was no resisting, no getting away from him now.
He faced toward the elf again, lowering his head and making straight for her. She was on her knees, holding her head and screaming as she tried to resist his song. His mouth came down, but an acidic smoke stung his eyes and he missed. He looked to see she wasn't there anymore, instead having been pushed to the side by another elf, male this time, untainted but just as annoying. He growled and the elf stared up at him, covering her protectively.
“Zevran... No... Go!” She was still struggling, still snared.
“Don't even think I'm going to leave you here.” He threw something on the ground and more acidic smoke filled the air. Urthemiel lifted his head out, shaking his snout to be rid of it's stinging effect. Then she was gone.
With the elf now out of his reach, he turned his attention to the human. She was also still struggling, but no longer alone. Beside her stood another female woman, older, magic crackling around her being. A male human stood beside her as well. He could feel the taint within him, but his connection to it wasn't nearly as strong as theirs was. The song did not effect him and he was able to go after Urthemiel without fear or restraint.
He was a stupid human, especially to come after him alone. He may have been a Grey Warden, but he was nothing, even less than the one Urthemiel had killed earlier. All he needed to do was let him get closer, then he could take care of the little nuisance.
A bolt of magic hit him, followed by fire, then lightning. An arrow nearly took out his eye. All of it caused him to lose sight and the male Grey Warden was able to get by, his blade finding it's way between the scales of his chest. Urthemiel reared, his good wing flapping wildly. The wind was strong enough to knock the Grey Warden on his back, his sword still in his chest. Urthemiel gripped it and threw it to the side. He went to smash down on the Grey Warden, but something stopped him. A magical shield, one that wasn't very strong, but enough to make him mad.
He found the source of the shield; a tiny mage, young, carrying a sword instead of a staff. He was struggling to keep the shield up. With a pop, he let out a fireball at the mage, but it too was stopped by another magical shield. This time the source was two female mages, one human, one elven. They were both side-by-side, up on a platform behind him. Urthemiel whirled and snapped his teeth. They jumped from his bite and he was met with a giant blade that smacked him across the nose. He released fire from his mouth, nearly hitting the templar, but missing only by inches.
He was getting sick of this. He needed to get to his targets, they were still under the song, but they were being protected. Dogs now, one brown, one red, ran to him. They didn't bite but instead barked and annoyed, drawing his attention. He swiped at them with his claws, chasing them away, but they came back, beginning the annoying barking anew. He roared at them, roared at everything on that tower fighting him. Suddenly he felt another tainted presence. It came through the archway with more behind it; dwarves, humans, and a very large being that towered over them all.
More bolts of magic, fire, lightning, ice, piercing arrows: all coming at him. He moved back, feeling the sting and sharpness of blades all around him. The song still emitting from his throat, he increased it, causing the two to scream louder, but for also his army to hear his cry for assistance.
***
“Damn it!” Alistair cried. He didn't want to leave Zelda's side, but even the archdemon's song was starting to affect him. He could hear it, the beauty of the music seeping into his soul and making him go insane. Damien stepped by him, appearing to be affected just as much.
“'E's calling for 'elp,” he said. “If we are to kill 'im, now would be ze best time.”
“We have him cornered, but what about Zelda and Arawin?” Alistair gestured to the two women huddled on the ground, shaking. “I don't want to leave her!”
“You 'ave no choice!” Damien growled. “If you want to 'elp her, take ze archdemon out. Kill ze song!”
“Yes...” The archdemon was before them, fighting everyone now. Sten and Oghren were at his front, distracting him whenever possible while Wynne and Morrigan stood on either side of him, using any spell they knew. Leliana stood next to Wynne, shooting arrows at the archdemon but also at any darkspawn that were starting to come out of the tower to help their leader. Rupee and Kunjo were even attacking, taking down genlocks and hurlocks to keep them away from the ones fighting the archdemon. Cullen attacked the archdemon's back, using his abilities to try and neutralize the archdemon's own powers, but they did little if any effect.
Alistair looked behind him back at Zelda and Arawin. They were being attended to by Esumi and even Lisha who stood over Arawin protectively. Zevran had a hold of her, trying to calm her down, but failing. Keiven stood by Zelda, looking down at his older sister and encouraging Esumi to do something.
“Is there something we should try and do?” Rylen asked Alistair. “We're not going to be able to take this archdemon down by just whacking it a few times.”
“Let me at it!” cried Sora. “I'll get the job done.”
“No!” Alistair shouted. “A Grey Warden must be the one that kills him, otherwise he'll just be reborn in another darkspawn.”
“What? Why?”
“I can't really tell you why, just know that when it comes to the final blow, only a Grey Warden should deliver it.”
“Fine, then let me at him and I'll get him in position and one of you Wardens can give the final blow.”
“Sora, we need to work together on this,” said Rylen. “Hmm.” He thought for a moment and looked around the tower roof. “Wait, are those ballistae?” He pointed at several wooden structures at the top most of the roof.
“Yeah, they are,” said Alistair.
“Good, then I have a plan. Alistair, Damien, go and help the others. Tell them to try and get the archdemon to move to those ballistae.”
“I zink I understand,” said Damien.
Alistair looked toward Zelda then to the archdemon. He still didn't want to leave her, but taking the archdemon down would stop her suffering. “Come on, Zevran,” he said. “We're going to need your help as well.”
Zevran stared at him, at first looking like he would protest but then he gently put Arawin down and stood. “I'm ready.”
Alistair nodded and together the three men ran at the archdemon, joining in the battle.
“Alright,” Rylen said turning to everyone. “Elf mage, little human-”
“My name is Keiven, and she's Esumi,” Keiven glared.
“Sorry, but we weren't introduced, so stop staring at me like that and pull Zelda up on her feet. We need to move them. Sora, you help the other elf carry Arawin.”
Together the seven of them made their way up the stairs and to the ballistaes. There were five of them, and after they placed Zelda and Arawin down, Rylen assigned each of them their own ballistae.
Zelda... what's going on? Why... why are we like this?
I... I don't know, but we need... to keep fighting. We... we need to help.
They're not taking the archdemon down without us!
No... and they won't.
The two of them looked up at the same time, finding the archdemon as the others brought it closer to the ballistaes. They saw him, glowing like a jewel in the night. The song coming from his throat loud and clear, driving into their souls and peeling away at their will. They needed to keep fighting, needed to wait until the others could do something before they would strike. There was no way they were going to let anyone else take that final blow. Not Damien. Not Alistair. It was theirs, all theirs. No matter the cost.
“Alright, is everyone ready!” Rylen shouted from his ballistae. The others shouted their confirmation. Each of them at a ballistae loaded and ready. Rylen got behind his and pointed it straight at the archdemon's throat. He waited, the creature getting closer, being driven back by Alistair and Damien with the help of the others. He needed their shots to be perfect.
“Now!” he shouted. At the same time five projectiles shot out from five different locations. Lisha's hit the good wing, ripping it in half to match the broken one. Both Keiven and Esumi's landed in the archdemon's sides, going deep into his flanks. Sora's hit his chest, going in at an angle, not as deep as she would have liked, but it still caused him to stop and lower his head. Rylen's hit the mark perfectly. It hit the archdemon's throat, going straight through to the other side and cutting off the roar the archdemon was in the middle of. This also ended the song, allowing Arawin and Zelda to stand and collect themselves.
“Yes!” Sora yelled. “We got him!”
“Yes, love!” Rylen shouted back. “But celebrate later. Right now reload and shoot again! All of you!”
“Yeah, we got him now!” Keiven exclaimed. “Look at all that blood!” His ballistae shot out another missile, this time hitting the archdemon in the ribcage. He screeched, opening up his chest to Alistair's thrust. The sword went in deep and Alistair twisted it. The archdemon snorted then swept his claw across his front, hitting Alistair and sending him into a wall and falling on his face.
Damien charged the archdemon, slicing Veillée and Victoire into the his shoulder. The archdemon whipped his tail, smacking Damien in the back and sending him into the wall along side Alistair.
Arawin and Zelda watched as their friends kept fighting. More missiles from the ballistae hit the archdemon. They could feel him weakening.
When Alistair was brought down, Zelda grabbed Silverbrand, the ice on the blade hardening. She placed up her shield and ran forward. Arawin twirled Fang and Dar'Misaan's shard in her hands, running right beside Zelda. They ran straight for him, their rage and determination mixing together as they moved in unison. They split, running to either side of him and climbed up his shoulders. The archdemon felt them coming and moved, snapping at one while clawing at the other. He could see their eyes glowing, their movements too fast for him to register. Together they brought their blades down into his flesh. Ice and Fire, burning and freezing at the same time. He roared and spun, flapping his useless wings. They did nothing to free him of their bite. He tried to sing again, but his throat wouldn't work. No longer could he control them now, nor could he continue to call for aid.
His aid was useless, any how. The darkspawn were being taken down by the ones that had come with them. The two Grey Wardens were now digging into his scales, climbing higher, trying to reach his head. He reared up once more, wings shaking violently as he jerked with all the strength he had left. They were thrown off, landing side-by-side in front of him. He roared, ready to release his fire. It choked in his throat as more missiles entered his body. More magic hit his wounds. He couldn't take anymore. He went down, head smashing to the ground and blood splattering and covering the area.
“Arawin, Zelda!” Morrigan screamed. “Do it now!”
The two of them exchanged looks, Arawin dropped Dar'Misaan and gripped Fang while Zelda placed down her shield and held on to Silverbrand. They saw and felt each others fear, but also each others determination and understanding. Together they took off, running straight for the archdemon even with screams and cries behind them telling them not to.
The archdemon felt them coming. With one last attempt, he lifted his head and opened his mouth, preparing to blast them, but he was too weak and they were too fast. Zelda struck first, cutting Silverbrand across the archdemon's snout while Arawin stuck Fang right into his throat and cut a deep, scorched line down his neck. His head slammed down again and Arawin and Zelda stood over it on either side. Their hearts pounding, lungs heaving, without hesitation they screamed and at the same time plunged both Fang and Silverbrand into the archdemon's eyes. The combination of ice and fire splitting his skull.
Instantly a beam of light shot out from the archdemon's head, straight into the sky. It engulfed them, caused the taint in their blood to burn. It was the Joining all over again, but worse. The pain increased, spreading through their bodies. They tried to scream, but nothing would come from their throats. They tried to let go, but the light held onto them, forcing them to stay in place. Soon everything became white, none of their senses worked except pain. They could not tell who was who, if they were two or one. Then they saw him, Urthemiel, the Old God of beauty. The dragon in all his glory; beautiful, magnificent, special. He was no longer tainted, no longer corrupted. They felt his power, his awesome presence. He looked at them, his glowing eyes sparkling before he lifted off the ground and flew straight toward them. They felt him pass through, felt as he went from one then to the other. The pain then vanished, leaving them completely numb to anything. No sounds, smells, tastes, touches. Only white that soon turned to black.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins
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