This is my first fanfic for DA, although it's not very happy, I hope you like it anyway!
I do not own Dragon Age or anything Bioware related, although I wish I did :(
Let the blade pass through the flesh,
Let my blood touch the ground,
Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.
-Andraste 7:12
I often wonder sometimes, if I knew the consequences of each action, would I have made the same decisions? Would I have sacrificed so much for a cause that seems meaningless now? Would I have overlooked those small details that were just pieces of the big picture?
Losing mother was different. Watching the woman that carried me in her womb, rubbed my back during bad storms, wiped away my tears when I had my heart broken, it was different. I felt emptiness inside me, but not like this.
Losing Bethany was different. The bright eyed little girl that I would tell stories too, who confided in me, who braided my hair on hot summer days, it was different. Different than losing mother, but not like this.
Losing Carver was different. He had saved his life, bringing him to the Grey Wardens. I'm not sure if Carver will ever forgive me, perhaps someday. For now I am optimistic. That little boy, who begged to practice swordplay, threw dirt in my face, and threatened any man on Thedas for me. It was different than losing mother, and did not compare to losing Bethany. Still, that feeling was nothing like this.
He told me I turned on my own kind; he said he "once loved me". Loved? I'm not entirely sure what to think of that. I'm not even entirely how I feel. Should I be crying? Should I be rejoicing? Thanking the Maker it's all over? The man I gave my heart to, who healed my wounds during battle, who I shared a bed with, was gone. Everything we built together, everything he fought for, we fought for, was now gone.
Those who oppose thee
Shall know the wrath of heaven
Field and forest shall burn,
The seas shall rise and devour them,
The wind shall tear their nations
From the face of the earth,
Lightning shall rain down from the sky,
They shall cry out to their false gods,
And find silence.
-Andrase 7:19
I had asked for his body. I wanted to give him a proper burial. Did he even deserve one? I'm not so sure. No one argued though, I was glad for that. Watching his body slowly burn, engulfing the shoreline in flames, was a heavy realization that he was never coming back.
He had asked me once if I had faith in him, if I trusted him.
I never did.
The plight he was fighting for was his downfall.
There can be no compromise.
There is no justice.
There's never going to be a world where someone like him, can love someone like me and be free.
All things in this world are finite.
What one man gains, another has lost.
Those who steal from their brothers and sisters
Do harm to their livelihood and their peace of mind.
Our makes sees this with a heavy heart.
-Transfigurations 1:15
A/N: During my last play through of Dragon age, I was a Mage who romanced Anders and sided with the Templars. I eventually had to kill Anders, so this is my tribute to him.