For those of you reading 'To fight for a bad guy' do not worry I have not forgotten about it, I just find myself writing stupid amounts of fiction for this particular category. Please feel free to send me an angry letter. I do revel in those ^_^!

WARNING: SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPO... oh what the hell you get the idea.

yours insanely

Golumfryingeggs

Inferno Skies

The cool night air drifted across the lands of Ferelden. The icy winter's breath shifted the trees and caressed the skins and furs of the night walkers. High atop in the towers of the king's castle, the darkness held life.

The quill scribbled furiously on the yellowed parchment, black lettering shimmering in candle light, the old thin hand gripped it tightly between ink-stained digits.

The warden's charged up the steps, their heavy boots warning the demon their imminent approach. The doors flew open to the tower and they stared at their doom.

The old scholar wrote passionately in the yellow candlelight, his own words depicting the battle which had taken place only seven months before.

The battle which had ended the blight.

He had not been there to see the imminent destruction of the arch demon, but many tales had been brought to him in the past few months and in those he took the basic elements and wrote them into history.

The old scholar took great pride in his work, the very words he wrote will be read for eons to come, he told himself and that gave his old heart great comfort. Many people made their mark in history, but without the scholar, no one will ever remember their deeds. To a sense each scholar was a keeper of his time, making sure that everything worth remembering is written down and put away. So that many years later man could open the scrolls and perhaps learn something new from something old.

Yes the life of a scholar was a wonderful experience indeed. It was a patient job, one that will only reap the rewards after you're long gone.

The candle light flickered in the icy breath of winter, he tightened the small blanket around his thin frame, trying to block out the cold. Though he was old and weary and his step might not hold the spring it once had, his old blue eyes still sparkled with the same passion since his childhood. He admired and, to a certain sense, loved writing, it was his life, his very existence it was his joy and comfort.

It was his soul.

The mighty demon stared down at the Warden, he wrote, his fiery breath leaking from the razor teeth in its mighty jaws-

A horn sounded in the distance.

Old weary eyes tore away from dusty parchments and drying ink. The murky blackness beyond his open window now held light. It sparkled like tiny stars on the dark ocean, yellow and bright.

He stared in tranquil fascination, the horn boomed a second time on the ocean, echoing through the castle. Strange he wondered, but some of those small dots were getting a lot bigger very fast-

The explosion rocked the very foundation of the city, the scholar crashed to the ground, his gaze lifted back to the window as the sky was lit up with fire. The balls knocked into the city walls, shattering walls and destroying homes. Chaos ensued in the streets, he could hear them screaming and running, but still he watched the skies.

I really should be writing this down, he thought with a smile. It was so rare for a scholar to be part of history. They were usually thousands of miles away when the excitement happened.

The fireball careened through the night sky, it soared with flaming wings and the scholar nary flinched nor cried out when it slammed his tower. The walls crumbled, the candles toppled over and he carefully picked up his sacred scrolls to keep them from harm.

The fires quickly engulfed the small room and the only tears he shed were for the words and wisdom that would be lost, that would be forgotten.

That would never be read.

And thus the tower collapsed, ancient papers falling to the streets where they were trampled and left, the giant stones crashed around them and tore them and as the old battles of kings were lost…

A new one began.

"Move it!" she shoved the servant girl through the door slamming it shut before storming in another direction. The palace was ablaze, the flames licked at the tapestries, eating away at the ancient arts. She quickly trotted back to the king's quarters. Queen or no she did not leave servants to their fates.

"Alistair!" Elissa cried through the smoke, she clutched a saber in her right hand and axe in her left, ready for any fool who dared attack her. Though with burning smoke, halfway choking and no armor, she inwardly prayed that no enemy would find her, let alone attack.

But she would die before admitting this out load.

She pushed onwards, she could hear people screaming and Elissa found herself praying that they would make it out safely. The floor above her was on fire, but she ignored this. She did not have time for-

The world exploded.

It rocked the building and sent her crashing to the ground. Pieces of the enflamed ceiling smashed around her, covering her eyes she screamed in pain as a piece of flaming wood brushed her right arm. The fires were around her now and inwardly she cursed herself for her stupidity!

"Idiot!" she cried, trying to shield herself against the angry inferno.

"I've been saying that for over a year now!" his voice boomed over the chaos, his cocky swagger coming into view among the smoke and fire. Elissa shook her head, but despite her predicament still found the ability to smile.

"But you know no one listens to you, anyway!" she retorted.

"Hey!" a burning log was shoved out of the way and she again quickly covered her eyes as pieces of burning splinters flew into the air. "I'm still king you know!" he complained as he held out his hand.

She grabbed it gratefully and he carefully pulled her out.

"Thank-" she started, but was swiftly cut short.

She was embraced, Alistair, in full armor held her tightly in his arms, practically crushing her small frame against his powerful torso.

"Don't do that again," he whispered, suddenly serious. She could hear the people screaming, now apparent, she could perceive the sounds of the ancient palace breaking apart and could feel the ground shake as the flaming rocks slammed into the city.

A wash of guilt engulfed her. He must have been terribly worried.

"I had to check on the servants," Elissa said kindly pulling away from his tight hold, "You know how I feel about that,"

He stared at her for a long time, his eyes calculating, but he did not say anything more, instead he nodded stiffly before letting her go. The air had calmed slightly between them, but she had the feeling that this particular conversation wasn't over yet.

But they had no time for this now.

"Do you know who's attacking?" she asked, changing the subject, pushing past him and making her way to the front doors. If they were breached then there wasn't much hope left for the castle.

He shook his head, trying to keep up with her determined pace, "All I know is they've breached the city walls-" Another explosion rocked the palace, Elissa gritted her teeth as she fought to hold her balance, but a second, much larger explosion sent her crashing to the ground.

The shaking soon stopped and she felt herself breathe a sigh of relief when the roof didn't crash in again.

"And that they're not here to negotiate," Alistair panted with a grin as he got up; he swiftly helped her back to her feet and gave a quirky smile. "But I've heard no word as to how far they've invaded the city,"

"We'll find out soon enough," she stepped into the main hall; at least a dozen guards were hanging onto the doors, desperately trying to hold off the invasion for as long as possible. A young Knight trotted up to them.

"My king," he said and bowed his head, blood seeping down his face.

"What is happening?" Alistair asked in full ruler mode.

"The city has been lost, most if not all are dead and we are barely keeping the invasion out of the castle," he was sweating; the man was tired, burnt and obviously wounded.

"Do you know who's attacking?" he asked the exhausted knight.

The young man nodded, "Yes-"

A fire ball slammed into the front doors, the few knights were sent flying in an array of burning flames and pained cries of terror. Her head flipped around and Elissa watched in cold terror as armored giants charged into the main hall, their blades unsheathed and bloody, it seeped into the carpet and their battle cries tore through her very core.

"Come on!" she heard Alistair cry.

Elissa turned around to flee, the exit was on fire, the young knight charged passed her and she quickly followed. He leapt through the burning doors and moments later the whole structure collapsed. She came to a screeching halt.

"Damn it all!" she screamed, slamming her blade into the fiery woodwork. She could hear them charging and she turned around slowly to face her doom. Alistair quickly unsheathed his blade and stood ready, shield forwards and sword gleaming. No smile graced his features; they both knew what this meant.

Elissa took her fighting position; her weapons in front, but quickly found herself wishing for some form of armor.

Fighting an invasion in your night robe is not a good idea.

They came from the sea, she wondered idly starring at the helmets, it could be anyone.

Soot flew in from the doors and she breathed it in deeply, the world seemed to have slowed the tempo to a mellow beat and as they charged forwards, the blood dripping from their armor and their swords shimmering in firelight…

Elissa grinned bitterly.

Her blades sliced the air.

The first were cut down quickly, she charged into them with a whirlwind of blades and finesse. Alistair swung his sword viciously and quickly subdued most of the lead runners in a quick flurry of shield pummels and angry cries.

Then it turned sour.

A heavy set man slammed into him, he fell, lost his shield and with only one sword he was quickly overwhelmed by the pressing forces. Elissa fought as hard as she could, blocking in coming attacks and slicing at anyone in range. Five maybe six, she cut down, she flung her axe and slammed the tall giant right in the face.

Boom! Head shot! She grinned, feeling giddy like a ten year old!

His helmet went flying.

"Vashadan!" he cursed, the blood seeping from a deep angry cut down the left side of his face. The copper skin glared in the firelight and illuminated the snow white mane of the giant, his red eyes burning. Her mouth agape she stared at him and could scarcely believe her eyes.

"Qunari-!"

He hit her square in the face and all went dark.

* * *

Denerim burnt. The inferno engulfing the capital into ruins, the soil would claim her and all within. The fires lit the night sky, making the city a quiet beacon in the darkness of the land, a bitter warning to the neighboring cities and lands.

The war had begun.

Mabari trotted his way out of the city, his coat covered in soot and angry burns. He limped up the small path in the snow and paused on a hill to turn back to the destruction. The ice numbed his paws, his skin raw from fires, broken glass and splintered wood. The snow illuminated red as the fires burnt deeper into the skies.

Mabari whined softly.

He'd tried to help her, his mistress, but with the pressing forces he'd been quickly overwhelmed and was forced to flee the battle field.

She'd ordered him to do so.

"Run! Get out of here!"

He whined again as more rocks crashed into the city.

But he'd stuck around as best he could, he'd weaved through the Giants and stunned most, if not all of them, but they kept coming. He tilted his head to the side, listening to the screams. These were not mindless Darkspawn, they had purpose.

Mabari's paws hurt, but he had no time to worry about burning feet. With one last lingering look he turned away from the ruined city, tilted his nose to the dark skies and sniffed the cold air deeply.

The world smelled of soot, of Giants, well oiled boats and burning grass. But faintly, so very faintly he caught the old scent. She'd been here only a few days before and her smell still lingered in the fields. If he could smile he would've been grinning like a buffoon, but as it were he simply barked happily, wagged his stubby tail and set off into the darkness of the wilds.

He ran through the fields, the snowy landscape glowing in the faint moonlight and burning city, he could hear the towers crumbling and building shattering, his ears flicked back a soft howl escaped his jaws.

He will find her and save her… again.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeel….. what do you think? I can write decently… when the need arises, not that I'm saying I'm a good a writer or anything, I just don't want people reading the name 'Golumfryingeggs' to think 'bad writing' see?

*urgent whispering in background*

What do you mean 'people already think that'?....

*more urgent whispering*

Oh right… ignore that last part and proceed to throw me with the tomatoes I know you all brought along.

Apparently I suck… and I'm happy with it! But I have interment memory loss… so I kinda forgot. Go figure.

Yours insanely

Golumfryingeggs