The screams of the Archdemon raked against her delicate, pointed ears, and Arwen shuddered at the sound of pure evil. Not that she was afraid, because she wasn't. Not even an Archdemon could scare Arwen, for she was a brave girl. She had seen so much in her sixteen years that nothing surprised her now. Just then the castle shook beneath the Archdemon's wrath, and Arwen gasped in surprise.
"I can't let the world fall to this evil!" Arwen cried desperately but not pathetically. She furrowed her lovely half-elven brow in distress, wanting to help since by virtue she liked to be helpful, but was unable to help because the Archdemon had wiped out all the world but her. And now the hordes were coming to end her too. "No!" she said, stamping her foot. "I am Arwen Alistairia Li'ghtwing Mahariel Warden, daughter of King Alistair and the lovely Warden Queen! I conquered Orlais on my own and put those snooty jerks in their place and became Empress in my own right, and I certainly won't let a pesky Archdemon take all that away!"
Arwen threw her head back and laughed, thinking of how her mother used to laugh before the Archdemon had eaten her. Her mother was beautiful, an elf from the Dalish who had become Queen of Ferelden when Alistair fell madly in love with her at first sight. Then Arwen became sad because her mother was dead. Not that she had forgotten, because who could forget that kind of thing. Arwen clenched her fists in anger and screamed back at the Archdemon, who must have been right outside her castle tower's chamber. It would have scared anyone else but not Arwen. "You killed my mother, Archdemon! Queen Ashleigh Grey War'den! I will avenge her! And my father and the world too!"
Arwen spun around, her raven-black tresses that complimented her smooth cinnamon brown skin swirling around her like a beautiful dark cloud, and faced the dais before her. The spell was prepared, a discovery she made on her own studying magic in the fade, which she had mastered in her childhood. Arwen would activate a time spell to send her back in time, so she could stop the sixth blight before it began. She had to succeed! She wouldn't let her mother, Queen Ashleigh, die in such a horrible way if she could help it. Nor her father! Nor the world!
Arwen expertly unsheathed the greatsword at her back and wielded it expertly, because despite being a mage she was also very skilled at melee too; she had won many tournaments in Orzammar, and had reestablished trade and peace with the Dwarves, who loved her like one of their own. Arwen shed a tear and she held her greatsword, but she wasn't sad because she was angry at the thought of all her friends - her many friends - who had died. Even though they were her friends she always felt alone, however, because as a half-elf and an Empress most people just couldn't understand her. She had never been in love either because nobody could compete with her or understand her, so despite being well-loved she still felt very isolated. If only she had met her father before her mother, because King Alistair was the perfect man and no one else was good enough for her.
Upon the dais was a clear, beautiful crystal that sparkled with magically energy that she had imbued it with. Cracking the code for time magic had been difficult, but she had done it with the help of friendly fade spirits that she had befriended. Mostly however it was her skill as a mage that helped her crack the code. So Arwen heaved her greatsword in the air and her ample bosom heaved with it, and then she brought it down with her petite, feminine arms on the crystal and it shattered into a million beautiful shards. As the shards glittered around her like stars, Arwen cried out "keelah se'lai" which in elven meant "I am all-powerful!"
The world seemed to crack open like an egg - and she the yoke - as the time magic activated. It was scary, but Arwen wasn't frightened since she had expected this. Still, it was a little surprising to see time and space split in twain even though she had expected it to happen. As she faded into nothingness she wondered where exactly in the past she would end up - hopefully she would meet her mother and father when they were young and they could all embark on this journey together. Or maybe she would meet her mother and father's past companions and team up with them, maybe even fall in love with one of them, or maybe some of them would fall for her. She couldn't know yet, but she would find out.
Keelah se'lai, she thought again before fading into the void, I am all-powerful.
Continued in Chapter 2...
