AN/ This story takes place in Origins, but with the Warden and Alastair going back before the Blight started, and Loghain's betrayal. So pretty much, Alastair and the Warden are sent back about twenty years from the time the original takes place, but with Alastair still as king... I don't know how to describe this properly. It's pretty much the same Origins story as the game, but different... UGH I DON'T KNOW.
There are stories about kings and queens… About murderers and thieves… about love and betrayal… about death and life… about truth and about heart.
This story… is about all of those, but at the same time… about none.
Alastair smiled as he leaned down and kissed his wife's cheek. Her belly was swollen with child, and even though they knew from the moment they found out that they probably wouldn't live long enough to raise the child to adulthood, they still were overjoyed. They were also worried, as the child had the tainted blood of two wardens in it, that life would not be long.
But, even with worry and fright, it was a happy time for the two. Alastair, King of Ferelden, was keeping his land in a quiet peace, most of it because no one feared to upset the most powerful couple in Thedas, but otherwise because there was nothing to fight about. Although darkspawn still attacked, the forces under the Wardens made them disappear almost instantly, and the joy of a new heir was rampant through the kingdom.
Morrigan, the appointed Godmother of the child, was surprisingly excited about it, and was already preparing lists of things to teach her Godchild. Alastair had also noticed his wife's dog was also excited, bringing gifts for the child and singing to it from outside her belly. The others were also excited, but none as more as Alastair.
He already had names planned out, Duncan for a boy, Rose for a girl. He expected a boy, as no girl could kick up as much as a fuss as the child did, constantly kicking and moving about. But, either gender, Alastair just wanted it to be healthy, and hoped his wife wouldn't die in labor like his mother did.
"Alastair, dear… The baby is coming! Get the chambermaids!" Alastair turned, brimming with happiness.
"Yes, m'dear!"
Yellow eyes glowed as they shot open. The creature they belonged to grinned as he stood up on his hind legs. A Shriek slid by it, trying to hide itself, but to no use. It was snatched up and thrown into the gaping maw of an adult dragon's mouth. As he crunched on his snack, the dragon breathed in deeply.
And as he let out a deafening roar that could shatter mountains, far off in the distance, a baby's cry echoed him.
