Hey there! It's my first ever fanfiction I'm publishing. English isn't my native language sooo... Sorry? Haha, I hope you'll enjoy the story!
Oh, and it's post Dragon Age: Inquisition, and follows my Hero Of Ferelden- Crystal Amell's story (with flashbacks) that I obviously made up cos I don't think we'll ever see HOF again. Which makes me sad. So here goes fanfiction. :)
Have fun with my simple and quick introduction!
Ma ghilana mir atisha
It was the longest day of his life. The cold, snow and unstoppable wind raging among the steep mountains made the unexpected journey a lot lengthier than it was supposed to be. He chose the quickest route- one of the few he knew. It was better for the horse which already was in a bad shape after carrying two people worth of weight. He might have been in a hurry but his wits did not get overshadowed by the rush of helplessness he felt as his hand held the lifeless body lying in front of him like a ragdoll. His grip was tight as it did not want to let go. Letting go would mean giving up and he promised her he would never do that. There was still hope for his best friend. Until there is some, the clasp stays strong.
Hope for both of us, he thought as the cut on his forehead stung with piercing pain. Suddenly he felt uneasy as he started to drift off. His light elven body abruptly became heavy and sight blurry. Repelling his lips, he inhaled the icy air making his throat feel like it has been attacked by millions of daggers. He strengthened the hold of the body with the last of his strength, trying not to fall from the horse. The shapes around him dissolved into one as his system slowly but steadily rejected the stubbornness of its owner. Strand of his blond hair got into his eye as the wind became stronger by the second. Lowering his torso, he tried to protect the feminine figure below him, creating a material shield above, covering them against the loud penetrating gale. He tried not to realize how barren and chilled his friend felt under his touch.
After a few moments that felt like forever he dared himself to look up. The whiteness was still surrounding them but this time it had a blurry grey flux which was becoming bigger with every sound of the trotting the horse made. And the closer they got the more the elf was losing consciousness.
The stain on the horizon was starting to get shape. The grey blemish constructed into tall thick walls ringed by suicidal hollows with only a bridge to keep the newcomers safe. A few tower-like buildings were sticking out of the stone-made croft decorated with black flags with some barely visible symbol. All of this was shrouded with hostile weather. But the elf knew there was nothing hostile about the inside of the stronghold.
When they reached the bridge, he looked down with his clouded gaze to his dearest friend as commanding shouts of the scouts were being heard on the other side. He waited for the lowered gate to go down before he gathered the remnant power:
- It has been a pleasure, my friend – Zevran whispered under his breath, a small mist escaping his lips as he collapsed inertly.
A small thud was deafened by the loud upcoming rescue...
I know it was quick but there is more to come!
~ Joanna