Hello, lovelies. Just a short one-shot idea I had while working on some homework. I was writing in this perspective of a "normal" person who's fight or flight instincts kept acting up. I hope you like it. If you do (or don't) please leave me a comment down in the reviews and let me know your thoughts. Thank you!


"Inquisitor!" Cullen screamed from Skyhold's ramparts. He, Leliana, Cassandra and Josephine looked on in fear as their leader, their Inquisitor, was face to face with Corypheus on a rock platform in the sky.

I stared down the giant creature with my blades drawn. I will not falter, not after coming this far.

"You think you have any chance of beating me? Single-handedly? Don't make me laugh. A human trying to act like a God. You will die by my hand and I will take over your world as their new God." Corypheus's raspy voice boomed in the sky. It sent shivers down my spine.

His dragon made its appearance by flying over Skyhold where all my companions and visitors seeking refuge were screaming and running to find a safe shelter.

I sought out different ways of maneuvering around the platform to avoid his attacks and to see where the best path was in order to be able to get behind him.

As I was looking around, his red lyrium dragon flew above the two of us and encircled me in a wall of red lyrium gas. I've seen what this does, it's like fire… but ten times more deadly. I gulped audibly as my willpower was beginning to lower.

The likelihood of my survival was rapidly decreasing and that scared me. Not dying itself, but the fact that once I'm gone, everyone I care for and everything I've been protecting will perish too. All the friends I've made, all the people who looked up to me for protection, the man that I fell in love with. The thought of Cullen dying because I wasn't able to properly do my job as Inquisitor tore at me.

I adjusted my stance to a more defensive position rather than an offensive one as Corypheus started sauntering towards me. I gasped as he walked effortlessly through the ring without being affected by the gas. "Do not underestimate my power."

The daggers flew out of my grasp as an unknown force ripped them from me. I stepped back as he approached. His long, bony fingers grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me so I was eye level with him. "You are nothing."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I prayed to both the Maker and Andraste to do something to help me. "Pray to your false Gods for I have seen the throne of the Gods…. And it was empty."

My eyes shot open and what he said scared me. Is there really no Maker? No Andraste? Nothing? Being in this predicament made me question my faith considerably which just amplified my fears. His eyes narrowed as he adjusted his grip on me so he was now squeezing my torso. His other hand was lined up to my chest.

My heart began racing and I looked down in an attempt to see the fortress one last time. I almost cried when I saw Cullen staring up at me eyes wide, mouth open, tears running smoothly down his cheeks.

I faced Corypheus once again and spoke up one last time, "I am not afraid of you. Just because you kill one person in a group does not mean there won't be hundreds more waiting to kill you. Killing me just makes their will stronger." Was that true? Who knows, but it made Corypheus falter for a second.

His hesitation vanished from his face as quickly as it had appeared and his whole arm shot through my chest.

Blood spurt from my mouth and back where his hand and forearm were protruding out from, clutching my heart tightly in his fist.

He flung my dead corpse off the platform and landed on the concrete stairs of Skyhold, broken and distorted.

"Kill them all," Corypheus commanded his Dragon and then disappeared once again into the darkness.