River Song: Hush, Sweetie. Spoilers.
I felt like making a short drabble about the end of DA:2, which I feel was so awesome it made up for any flaws the game had. Sure I finished the game at about four in the morning yesterday, so maybe I just thought it was cool because I was tired, but hey, that's what replays are for, right? Obviously some creative license was taken in this since I don't actually know how the game ends if Carver becomes a templar since he ended up a Warden in my game. I may do more drabbles if I feel like it or you guys like it.
Legends
It was strange how just nine people could stare into the eyes of certain death, fearing nothing as long as they were together. Hours ago, they had to leave behind one of their own, but still they stood strong against their foes. The nine – two nobodies from a home long gone, a dwarf with a penchant for lying, a templar's widow and her new husband, a seemingly immoral pirate, an exiled elf, a delinquent prince cast out by his own family, and a slave – stood huddled together, knowing they were now so much more than what they once had been, as the templars closed in on them. Both sides were waiting their opponents to make the first move.
Varric and Sebastian had their arrows targeted on Cullen, who held his sword only inches away from the Champion's heart. Daggers in hand and sneering at any templar who made the slightest advance toward them, Isabela guarded a trembling Merrill. Aveline stood at the side her husband, Donnic, both willing to lay down their lives for a dear friend. Carver and Fenris stood on opposite sides of the Champion. Small curls of a smile formed on the corners of their lips at the irony of the situation. They were both protecting someone they had once resented and about to die for a cause neither of them believed in.
No one really knew exactly what happened next. Some say the loyal templar Carver took a slight step forward defying his commander. Others say Cullen either respected or feared the Champion too much to try to arrest her. A few even say that mind control was used on the templars. Still there are those who swear that in her eyes, the Knight-Captain saw a sheer force of will he had not seen since last he saw a woman he used to love: a mage like her, an Amell like her.
Still for whatever reason, he lowered his sword. Her eyes locked with his in understanding, and she exhaled slightly. The rest of the templars followed suit. The Champion stepped backwards slowly and then, grabbing her brother by the arm, led her team quickly out of the Gallows. Though they had once been nobodies, liars, widows, simple guardsmen, pirates, exiles, delinquents, and slaves, as they disappeared into the burning streets of Kirkwall, they left as legends.