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A Pound of My Flesh	By : Spydie Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I am beginning this work at the Landsmeet, as we all know what happens up to this time. Gather armies, recruit new party members, blah blah blah. I'm not here to retell the story. My morph begins at the defeat of Loghain.
Chapter One: Landsmeet
"I underestimated you, Warden. I thought you were like Cailan - a child wanting to play at war," Loghain spoke, the hall filled with tension as he stood. "I was wrong," he sighed, "There's a strength in you I have not seen anywhere since Maric died. I yield."
Allana's arm hang limply at her side until those two fateful words. She was so close; she could get revenge for those lost at Ostagar - but at what cost? It is too late to abandon the plan now, she thought. Her grip tightened around her sword, but eventually sheathed it on her back, along with her dagger.
"I accept your surrender," Allana said sternly, though her voice was barely a whisper. She stared blankly ahead, determined not to look at the warden beside her, knowing that if she did, her plan would crumble.
"I didn't just hear you say that!" Alistair cried out. Allana fought hard against the tears welling in her eyes. She knew this would hurt him now, but eventually, eventually he would understand.
"You're going to let him live?" Alistair pressed further. "After everything he's done? Kill him already!"
"Wait!" Riordan called as he moved closer to the group, "There is another option."
"He will become a Warden," Allana finished.
"The joining is often fatal, is it not?" Asked Anora. She turned to Alistair, who had his face wrenched into a look of anger and disbelief. Allana fought to keep her eyes from him, but it was too late. Their eyes met and he ripped his from hers. "If he survives, you gain a General," Anora continued, "If not, you have your revenge. Doesn't that satisfy you?"
"Absolutely not!" Alistair turned to Allana. Their eyes me again and his stare scorched into hers. "This man abandoned our brothers and blamed us for the deed!" He stepped closer to Allana and grabbed her shoulder, bending slightly to meet the elven warden's gaze. She looked at him for a moment before tearing her eyes away. She lifted her hand atop his, pulling it gently from her shoulder and lingering slightly to squeeze his hand while wondering if he could even feel the slight reassurance she was trying to give him through the heavy armor. "He hunted us down like animals!" Alistair continued, pulling his hand roughly from Allana's grasp. Turning to Riordan he said, "He tortured you! How can we simply forget that?"
"Ali-" Allana started.
"Name him a Warden and you cheapen us all," His fiery eyes bore into hers again. "I will not stand next to him as a brother! I won't!"
Her heart ached. She felt her plan crumbling. But it was the best route. For all of them. "So that's it?" She asked meekly, "You or him?"
"He's being childish," Anora accused. "How many Generals do you thing Ferelden has? We can't afford to lose any of them to Alistair's tantrums if we want to survive the Blight."
Alistair looked to Allana for a moment, who for once did not keep her chin held high in confidence of her decision. She looked to him in a moment of desperation, but seeing the anger in his eyes caused her to look back to the ground in shame. "Oh, but we can afford to lose a king?" he said, turning to Anora again. "And the entire army that was abandoned at Ostagar? Whose tantrums cost us all that, I wonder?" He stepped closer to Allana and raised one gloved hand to the tiny elven woman's face, cupping her face in his hand. She continued to look down, insistent on not meeting his gaze. "I didn't want to be king," He started. "I still don't." He pulled away from her harshly. "But, if that's what it takes to see Loghain get justice, then I'll do it."
"No," Allana whispered, grabbing Alistair's hand. He pulled away roughly.
"I'll take the crown!" He bellowed with more confidence.
"Listen to this!" Anora begged, "Can't you see how disastrous a king he'd be? Putting his own selfish desires above the needs of his country. You can't seriously support him." Anora looked to Allana.
Allana looked up tenderly to the man beside her. His gaze was expectant, but no longer angry. She knew she would be breaking his heart, but it had to be done. For both of them. He would understand one day.
"You're right," Allana said with confidence. Her shoulders lifted and her chin tilted up. "Anora, you take the crown."
"You're siding with her?" Alistair accused. "How could you do this to me?"
"It's for you," Allana began.
"You, of all people?"
"I thought you hated the idea of being king-" Allana began again.
"This isn't just about the kingship," Alistair interrupted. "I guess I always knew I didn't deserve to be so happy." His voice lowered. Allana reached for him, but he pulled away.
"Ali-"
"I just didn't expect you to agree. Especially in front of all of Ferelden," he finished.
"Why does this have to be the end?" Allana asked, voice barely above a whisper, again reaching for him.
"I can't do it," he said, pulling away from her again. "I can't. Ask me for a pound of my flesh. Or all the gold in Orlais. But don't ask me to accept that monster as a brother."
"Ali-" Allana called, frantically reaching for his hand as he pulled away.
"I guess I have no choice," he said, turning from her. "I'm leaving."
Allana's heart shattered. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she thought.
"I'm afraid its not so simple as that Alistair," Anora taunted.
No. No. No. No, Allana begged in her mind.
"You already got what you wanted!" Alistair shouted, turning to the queen. "Your murdering father gets a place among the Grey Wardens. What else could you want from me?"
"Your life, unfortunately," Anora stated simply.
"No!" Allana gasped.
"So long as you live, rebellions can be raised in your name," the queen continued, "Our land cannot endure another civil war. I must call for your execution."
"No! You owe me, Anora. Let Alistair live!" Allana protested.
"This is what you would ask? Very well, though I think it a mistake," she said as she turned to the almost-templar, "Alistair, you may leave on the condition that you swear before this Landsmeet that you renounce all claim to the throne for yourself and all your heirs."
"Unless you fall before producing an heir," Allana insisted.
"No," the queen spoke.
"The nation would need a leader. You cannot deny them a Theirin on the throne if you are to fall!" Allana protested.
Anora laughed and thought for a moment. "Very well, if I am to fall before producing an heir, the throne is yours." She laughed again. "But that is incredibly unlikely. More unlikely that the people shall not accept their exiled king."
"That's what it'll take, huh? Fine, I don't want anything to do with this place!" He turned to Allana and caught her eye, "Or any of you people. Ever! I swear it. I guess this is goodbye." Alistair took a step toward Allana. "I had no idea it would end this way for us."
"Don't go!" she protested, grabbing for his hand again. He pulled his back quickly and used the same hand to slap her roughly across the face.
"This wasn't my idea," he said softly, pulling away from he slowly as he noted the gasps from the crowd. He looked at her. "I had these dreams. They don't matter now. Take care of yourself," he spat.
She looked at him in shock, tears were rolling down his face as he stormed out of the hall. She moved to follow him, but Riordan held her back, shaking his head. Allana pulled from his grip, running after the templar warden.
"Alistair!" she called, catching up to him. "Alistair, please!" She put a hand on his shoulder. He stilled. "I love you," she whispered.
In a flash, he tossed her roughly against the wall, her head bouncing off the cold stone. He held her there for a moment as she whimpered. "Don't tell me of love," he spat. "I thought I was in love once. What a damn fool I was. Then again, I was a fool to fall for a dirty, tainted knife-ear in the first place."
Her tears overflowed at his insults. She expected him to be angry, but she never expected him to treat her like this. The man she loved had disappeared the moment she decided to spare the psychotic general.
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