A Hope in the Darkness

by N.E. Isenhower

Revan, defender of light, champion of the dark. Was defeated at the foundry, but was not slain. Summoned by an unknown force, he awakens in Lothering, in the chantry. Just days before the darkspawn hoard was to descend upon the village and destroy it. Unknowing of the role he would play in either saving the world, or destroying it.

1. Chapter 1

Revan himself fading, but not into death or the force, the sensation he felt was unique, it neither pained him nor soothed his wounds he had received at the sensors in his helmet were inn active, all he could see were waves of increasingly brighter white light. And then his body felt nothing. His mind fell to sleep. He was completely helpless to whatever power was claiming him. His battle at the foundry left him drained, and he hadn't the strength to resist.

"Bring him in!"

Revan could not see, nor did he have the strength to open his eyes. His efforts were all spent on channeling his mind to block out the pain radiating through him though it did little good. He felt himself being supported by something carried on either end by people. He recognized the language they spoke though it was strangely spoken, at least to his ears. Why was he so cold? The wind against his skin felt nice on his wounds, but his robes weren't on them.

"No matter." He thought to himself, "I will be dead soon enough."

"Where did you find him?" He heard an older woman say in a raspic voice.

"We saw a bright light in the sky above the forest. Then saw a ball of flame explode out of it and crash into the trees."

"And his clothes?" The older woman asked, puzzlement in her words that was plain to hear.

"He wasn't wearing any. Found him naked as can be, all bloodied, bruised and burnt."

And Revan lost consciousness again.