First off I would like to thank my beta xseikax for helping me out with this, she has been a huge help.
Now without further delay chapter 1
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Hero of Fereldan!" Alistair announced to the assembled nobles. The crowd erupted in roaring cheers that echoed against the walls. Theron Mahariel resisted the urge to cover his pointed ears but thought better of it. He didn't know much of shemlen politics, but he did know that appearances were very important and something like that could be considered incredibly rude.
Once the roar of the crowd began to die down a little, Alistair turn to the elf."As the new King of Fereldan," Theron could swear that Alistair glared at him when he said that. "Is there any boon you would ask of me? If it is within my power I shall grant it."
Theron thought for a moment before answering. "I want my people to have land they may call their own!" A cheer or two could be heard, most likely from the few Dalish who had been allowed in, but mostly of the crowd began to murmur quizzically. The Dalish hadn't officially owned land in since they were forced out of the Dales by an Exulted March.
"Very well, I gift The Hinterlands, including Ostagar to the Dalish Elves." Alistair proclaimed. The murmuring grew louder and a few lords even began to object.
"You're giving our land away to some knife ears!" A lord shouted. A chorus of voices rose in support of the remark.
Theron found the noble in the crowd and glared at him. This was the same noble who had insulted him during his confrontation with Loghain. His hands twitched towards the dagger on his belt, wishing he was able to end this shemlan's life. After all he and his people had done for this man, they were all still just still considered second class citizens.
He had led countless allies, including fifty of his own people against the Archdemon. They had fought valiantly to keep the darkspawn occupied while he had delt with the vicious creature. His people had lost dozens in defense of a shem city, and this is how they were repaid.
"Hey those knife ears helped save your life and end this blight; show them some respect!" Bann Teagan shouted back at the man. A bit of the elf's rage ebbed seeing that someone appreciated the sacrifices of his people.
The room descended into chaos as the assembled lords began to voice their opinions about the situation simultaneously, and rather loudly. Alistair and his guards tried to quiet the crowd to no avail. Theron sighed and stepped a bit closer to the king and drew a dagger.
Alistair turned to him in alarm. "Don't kill anybody! There is enough chaos around here as there is!"
Theron sighed again and cut a rope holding up an iron chandelier. The hundred pound piece of iron crashed to the stone floor with a thunderous bang, promptly silencing the noble. Most were wide eyed in surprise, no one had ever seen someone try to silence a room so brazenly before.
Alistair pinched the bridge of his nose shaking his head. Theron was not a subtle person sometimes, but he got the job done. "As I was saying, the Dalish will receive the Hinterlands, and I am also presenting Amaranthine as a gift to the Grey Wardens." The crowd begins murmuring again but Alistair ignores them turning to his Dalish friend. "What do you plan on doing now that this whole adventure is over?"
Theron was unsure himself, he wanted to do several things but he could only be in one place at a time. "I don't know really. I want to go looking for Morrigan, but the darkspawn are still a threat for a few months more, I am still needed."
Alistair nodded, thinking to himself for a moment "How about I give you a few months to go look for her, then you can take over command at Amaranthine."
Theron stared at Alistair in shock for a moment, his eyes wide his mouth slightly agape. Taking command in Amaranthine would make him an Arl. He was an elf, A Dalish elf at that, it just wasn't done. The nobles might try killing both Alistair and him for that decision. "You're going to make me the Arl? Alistair think about this for a moment. We might be good friends, but even you can see the problems with this. Elevating an elf to a position of power, Hero of Fereldan or not, will be unpopular. Finally, I know only what you and Eamon have taught me about politics, I wouldn't know how to run an arling."
"Theron think about it for a moment. I have seen you convince several dozen mercenaries we were Antivan Crows armed to the teeth, all the while being unarmed and drunk, you can handle some nobles. Secondly, and more importantly you just killed a fucking Arch Demon; anyone stupid enough to try and kill you will get what is coming to them."
Theron glared at his friend in frustration, which only caused Alistair to grin mischievously. "Think of it like this, you made me a king so I am rewarding your faith in me."
Alistair's grin only grew. "And if you don't think I have authority over you because you're Dalish," His face grows serious but his eyes still betray his amusement. "Then as the Senior Grey Warden in Fereldan I hereby order you to report to Vigils Keep in three months time and take control of the garrison there."
Theron sighed, shaking his head; Alistair had really backed him into a corner this time. He knew Alistair would get back at him somehow for making him king without his say, but the elf didn't expect to be made an Arl. "As you wish your majesty, I will take my position as Arl in four months time." Theron bowed slightly
"I told you three months." Alistair corrected, scowling at him. Theron smiled slightly knowing how much being called "your majesty" got under Alistair's skin.
"You did, but I want more time. Besides you can't do much to punish me, you can either send men after me, which you know is a horrible idea, or you can threaten to take my position of Arl away. Either way it doesn't affect me too much." Theron shrugged.
Alistair gawked at him for a moment. He sighed and hung his head; he clapped his hand down on Theron's shoulder and smiled. "Four months then. Now, you have an adoring public waiting for you, so before they become a violent mob humor them and let them see their savior."
Theron smiled at his friend and nodded before gracefully jumping off the stage. He flipped once, the drake skin armor not hampering his acrobatic ability, before landing lightly in front of a startled noble.
Alistair watched as his friend began conversing with the others calling out "See you in five months Alistair!" He and Zevran begin walking away towards the door with Ashalle close behind. Alistair was about to object when a stream of nobles crowded around him wanting the chance to be the first to suck up to the new king.
.I.
Several hours later, after dodging several mobs of enthusiastic commoners and nobles, Theron sat happily around a bon fire as Zevran retold their adventures to the Dalish. Children and adults alike gathered round to listen to Zeveran's exaggerated tales.
"And then five high dragons descended from the mountain top spewing great balls of fire…"
"It was only one high dragon Zevran, and you know it." Theron interrupted with a laugh, throwing Fallon a clean lamb bone. The mabari gave an appreciative bark.
"Well she fought like five dragons." Zevran claimed, not missing a beat and continued with the story of how they retrieved the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Theron smile slowly receded as he gazed up at the moon. He wanted to start searching for Morrigan immediately but he had no idea where to start. He had accompanied the Dalish when they left Denerim for tonight, but come day break he would begin searching for Morrigan with Zevran.
His biggest problem was that he had no idea where to start looking, with her powers she could be anywhere. She could be in Orlais by now if she really wanted to. He figured she would avoid the south, even with Flemeth dead one could never be too careful, so his best bet was to head to Highever or one of the other northern cities and start searching there.
"Someone is missing their lady friend it seems." Zevran chuckled as he sat down next to Theron, his storytelling over.
"You had a mate?" Ashalle asked curiously, "You never mentioned this to me before.
"Yes, a fiery sorceress, powerful as she was beautiful. Though she denied me several times, she seems to of taken a liking to our young warden here."
"A sorceress? She was the first to a keeper, was it Lanaya?" Ashalle asked confused.
"No, she was a human apostate, you might have heard of her as one of the witches of the wild." Theron looked up at his adoptive aunt.
"A shemlen!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Theron, I wouldn't have taken you for the type to court a shem."
Theron laughed shaking his head. "Neither did I, she was cruel and vindictive at times but there was another side of her that only I really ever got to see. She could be kind and loving at times, no matter how she tried to hide it." His mind began to wander to happier times he and the witch had shared. Nights spent gazing at the stars, the feeling of peace as his witch lay nestled in his embrace.
The snap of Zevran's fingers broke his trace. "Lover boy, you are beginning to drift off."
Theron shook his head, the memories of his witch drifting back into the recesses of his mind. "Sorry, spaced out for a moment there." A silence fell upon the trio for a moment.
"Why isn't she with us da'len?" Ashalle asked curiously, breaking the awkward silence.
"Why isn't who with us?"
Zevran turned away, knowing where this was going.
"Your mate da'len, why is she not with us, it is obvious that you care deeply for her?"
Theron's face fell, "The night before the battle…" He paused, embarrassed to tell his aunt such things. "she told me that there was a way to save me from dying after killing an Archdemon. If she was with child that bore the taint, that child could absorb the soul of the Archdemon and allow both of us to live. That option came with a catch…if I took this option, she would have to leave forever. I agreed and we conceived a child, after the battle was over she left." Theron tipped back his tankard draining the last of his ale as he finished.
"Oh da'len, I am sorry." Ashalle wrapped her arms around Theron in a tight hug. He hugged her back letting his sorrow and grief slip away for a moment.
At the back of his mind he could feel something; it was familiar to him, something he had felt time and time again. There were darkspawn coming, and fast. Jumping up he whipped Starfang and Duncan's old sword out of their lyrium wrapped scabbards and bolted towards the feeling, Zevran in tow. Over the months since his adventure started, he had Sandal lace both blades with the most powerful lightning and silverite runes he could get his hands on, making both blades incredibly deadly, especially to darkspawn. The electrical current running through the blades was so strong that two specially crafted scabbards needed to be crafted of lyrium to contain the powerful magic.
"Hunters, hurry to arms, darkspawn approach!" He shouted. The camp came to life, hunters grabbing bows and swords as mothers and elders shepherded children into cover in the aravels.
They soon came upon the disturbance, a darkspawn war band, a dozen gunlocks, a few hurlocks and one rather odd looking hurlock alpha. The darkspawn did not seem surprised to see him and the alpha stepped forward.
"I come to speak with the…" The sentence was never finished as Theron's crackling blades carved the alpha in two with ease. Not missing a beat, Theron followed the blades to the ground, ending up on all fours. This allowing Zevran to springboard into two hurlocks, his curves blades promptly decapitated both in a spray of crimson blood.
The genlocks hastily raised their bows, panicked by the sudden turn of events. Several haphazardly shot arrows flew in the direction of the elves, most coming short or missing the elves entirely. The pair pounced upon their prey with lethal grace, carving through the unfortunate darkspawn. Theron quickly got lost in the heat of battle. It all felt right to him: the tempo of his swings, the feeling of his blades entering a darkspawn's gut. His problems with Morrigan faded away, if only for a few minutes.
As the last genlock was felled by Zevran's blade, the pair took a moment to consider what had occurred. "Did that darkspawn speak?" Zevran asked hesitantly, hoping he was just going crazy.
"I believe it did, but they have never spoken before…" Theron muttered, worried by this turn of events. He had slaughtered countless darkspawn before, and even the most powerful emissary or alpha had never uttered a sound, aside from primal screams of furry or grunts of pain.
"Then I am not just going crazy…" Zevran muttered.
"No, no you are not falon."
"We may not wish to speak of this to anyone, no?" Zevran asked hesitantly
"No, we won't want to frighten the clan. When the wardens of Orlais arrive I shall investigate these talking Darkspawn." Theron lead the way back to camp.
" 'Twas rather eerie is it not?"
" 'Twas indeed"
.I.
"Dear can you tell the children that supper is ready?" Morrigan called as she put the finishing touches on the beef stew.
"Sure thing!" A voice responded.
She heard a shout, but was unable to make out what was said, within seconds of that shout she heard a chorus of cheers begin to draw closer. She heard them before she saw them, as two forms came crashing into the kitchen.
"I won" The first boy declared jubilantly. The boy no older than ten, with shoulder length black hair that obscured his pointed elvan ears, one braid ran down the left side of his head. His unusual golden eyes shone with pride, believing he bested his opponent.
"Nah ah, I won." The second boy insisted. He was a bit younger than the first and wore his black hair short, preventing his pointed ears from being obscured like his brother's and father's. His green eyes glared strait into his brother's golden ones.
Morrigan grinned, rolling her eyes at her eldest two boy's shenanigans. Every day it was the same race, and the same result. She wondered how they never grew tired of trying to best the other even though day after day they always tied.
"Mama!" Morrigan heard before she felt something crash into her leg and cling to it. She looked down to see a little girl with long braided black hair and big amber eyes stare back at her.
She could hear Theron laughing as he picked up the little girl, swinging her around as he did, and resulting in peals of laughter from the toddler. He set the girl back down "Go wash up before dinner kids." The three children ran off already arguing about something again. The witch could feel a pair of arms wrap around her and she leaned into the embrace content with the moment of peace.
A sudden shriek broke the calm, sending a chill down the witch's spine. This wasn't a scream that came from the boys teasing their sister; this was a scream of pure terror. Not bothering to see if Theron was following her she ran towards the sound of the shriek.
Morrigan could smell the blood before she reached the room. She kicked open the door, hands coated in lightning, ready to kill whatever made her little girl scream like that. What she found was almost too much for her, and she began to feel her knees grow weak. Before her lay the bodies of her three children, their throats slit and their necks still heavily bleeding, their eyes wide in shock. Theron raced into the room a second later, the same horrified expression adorning his face as he saw the carnage.
Morrigan's eyes began to tear up and she placed her head in her hands, not able to look at the horrific sight any longer. She heard Theron trudged towards the bodies and heard his knees hit the wooden floor. "What kind of sick bastard di…" His voice just died suddenly and she heard a heavy thud.
She looked up to see Theron dead on the ground, a familiar figure standing over him. "Hello child it has been a long time. You thought you could get away with your little plan? Escape reality with your lovely little family hoping I would never come for you and just move on." Flemeth taunted, fiddling with a wicked looking dagger coated in blood.
"You bitch; you killed my children, my husband!" She raised a shaking hand and drew upon her power releasing a stream of fire. Flemeth side stepped the fire, which lit the house on fire, cackling.
"What's wrong girl? Grief throwing your aim off? This is what love does to you, it weakens you, makes you vulnerable. I tried to teach you that but I guess you weren't taught well enough." Flemeth concluded, cackling as the fire finally engulfed the whole room.
.I.
Morrigan woke with a start, coated in a layer of sweat, her nightdress clinging to her. She had been plagued by nightmares such as these since she had left Denerim several weeks ago. The dreams all shared a common theme, her fear of Flemeth killing those she loved. She tried to suppress her feelings as much as she could, but it was becoming harder and harder as her pregnancy progressed. She couldn't even look down at her stomach without a memory of the elf surfacing.
Though it was still fairly early in the pregnancy and she wasn't showing yet, she was still always aware of the life growing inside of her. Morrigan groaned as a bout of nausea hit her. This was another constant reminder of what she and her elf had done; the morning sickness. She grabbed a pail she kept by her beside and was promptly sick.
After cleaning up the vomit she quickly dressed, grabbing a small coin purse and headed out to Highever Market. She had tried to go south back to the Kokari Wilds to wait for her child to be born but when she had heard that the Dalish were given lands bordering the wilds, she decided against that idea. She knew that Theron would defiantly accompany his people south, so after two weeks of traveling south she turned around and began heading north. Eventually she arrived in Highever and decided to take a break from running for a few weeks, figuring that Theron would be hard at work in the Hinterlands. What she saw as she entered the market both infuriated and startled her.
"Damn that impossible elf" She muttered. There standing in the market square was Theron and that moron of an assassin. She ducked into one of the back allies and began to weaving her way through the back streets to make her way back to the inn she had been staying at. She entered the building with a relieved sigh; Theron was nowhere in sight. Other than a few new drunks nearly passed out on the bar, the patrons looked like the same ones they were all week.
She marched straight into her room, ignoring the bartender who tried to make a pass on her, yet again. She had half a mind to light the insolent man's trousers on fire, but she had more important things to deal with at the moment. Slamming the door shut, Morrigan began tearing the room apart, stuffing the essential items into her leather pack. She knew what Theron was like, once he started looking for someone they were as good as found, unless they made great haste to get away from him, which was exactly what the witch intended to do.
She flipped the straw mattress up reveling the loose floorboard where she stored anything of value she had, which wasn't much. A few dozen sovereigns, an odd trinket or two, her sword Spellweaver, and a golden mirror. A pang of guilt shot through Morrigan as she picked up the mirror.
It was a thing of beauty, made of solid gold, encrusted with rubies and emeralds. Theron had bought it for her during their excursions in Orzamar. It was identical to the one Flemeth destroyed when she was a child; it was her most cherished possession. The mirror also brought up feelings of deep sorrow, this mirror was a constant reminder of what she had done and who she had left, yet she couldn't bear getting rid of it.
Images of her dream flashed in her mind, a strong reminder why she had to leave him. Love made a person weak and susceptible, something neither of them could afford. Stuffing the mirror into the pack and forcing her emotions back down into the recesses of her soul; she attached her sword to her hip and stormed out the door.
She gracefully glided down the stairs, trying to remain inconspicuous but while armed with a sword on her hip that was kind of difficult. She hurried across the main room with great haste until she noticed something. Sitting at the bar was a new patron; he was a fair haired elf with a thick Antivan accent ordering another drink. A mabari war hound lay at his feet, and when it looked up at her the massive dog bounded up to her, tackling her to the ground.
"Get off of me this instant you stupid mutt!" Morrigan tried in vain to prevent the mabari from attempting to lick her face off. Though she appeared mad, Morrigan was more nervous than angry. She knew this was Fallon, Theron's dog they had picked up after Ostagar. She could catch a brief glance or two in the direction of the bar and saw Zevran's amused grin staring at the scene.
"Fallon get off of her." A voice called out. Morrigan, Witch of the Wilds, froze in fear as the massive mabari lumbered off of her and to his master's side. "Are you ok, Morrigan?" Theron asked offering her his hand.
Morrigan scowled at the elf angrily, getting up on her own, ignoring Theron's gesture. "I would be alright if that stupid mutt of yours hadn't tried to kill me, and if you had listened and stayed as far away from me as you possibly could."
The elf sighed and tried the best he could to help her up; the witch in turn slapped his hands away. "I do not need your help." Her words were a scathing hiss.
"Really? It seemed like you needed my help a minute ago." Theron smirked.
"You bastard, if you hadn't brought that damned mongrel with you I wouldn't have needed help in the first place!" This elf was impossible, why couldn't he leave her well enough alone.
"If you hadn't run away then this would have never happened!" Theron voice rose to match her own.
This took Morrigan aback for a moment. Theron rarely raised his voice to anyone, let alone her. Her leaving must have affected him more than she thought. She steeled her resolve, telling herself that this was the exact reason she had to leave; they were becoming too deeply affected by one another.
"I did not run away, I left and it was for our own good."
"So raising our child on the run is for you own good?" Theron accused.
Morrigan was quiet for a moment, she knew that is how things would play out if she continued to run from him, she just never really thought about it for too long.
"I hate to get in between a lover's quarrel, but maybe you might wish to continue this conversation somewhere else." Zevran interjected. The entire room was staring at the two, many of the human men were unsure if they should help the woman who was being pestered by a "painted elf".
"There will no longer be any problem, for I am leaving. I refuse to put up with this nonsense anymore." Morrigan shoved past the two elves to try and make it to the door. She was beginning to feel nauseous again and her stomach was churning, she knew exactly what that meant; she was about to be sick. She tried to sprint out the door, desperate to get away from her ex lover; she couldn't bear for him to see her reduced to this.
Theron was faster though, placing himself between her and freedom at the last moment. "Morrigan please, no more running away." Theron's tone was much gentler this time.
She gave him a glare of pure hatred. You rotten bastard! "Theron please let me pass." She begged.
Theron's eyes widened in surprise at her sudden desperation, "Morrigan are you ok, you're looking very pale?"
She opened her mouth; to snap at him when the feeling hit, she knew she couldn't suppress it any longer. She bolted to a corner of the room not occupied by a drunk and was sick.
.I.
Theron sat on the edge of Morrigan's bed as the witch tried to clean herself up. Zervran was in the bar trying to calm down the angry owner. "Morrigan I'm sorry I didn't…"
"I do not want to hear you speak." Morrigan growled out, interrupting him. " 'Tis bad enough that you won't leave me well enough alone and now this…" She trailed off, mumbling curses under her breath.
Morrigan finished cleaning up and stormed across the room to grab a towel from her bag, glaring at Theron. Her glare screamed: this is all your fault. Theron stood and slowly made his way to Morrigan's side. He wrapped his muscular arms around her midsection right above the slight bump.
Morrigan melted into his embrace; she had missed the feeling of his arms wrapped around her, it was a comforting feeling and always made he feel safe. His muscles weren't huge and bulging like she had seen on some human men, but they were strong and lean from years of swordplay.
No, she couldn't be get sucked in again, "Let me go you bastard." She tried in vain to wriggle out of the elf's iron embrace.
"No."
Morrigan screamed in fury finally breaking out of Theron's grip and slammed her fist onto his chest in frustration. Tears welled in her eyes as she repeatedly beat on the elf's chest. "Why can't you just let me go?" She screamed as her tear ducts overflowed and she buried her head into Theron's shoulder and cried.
He wrapped his arms around her again in an attempt to comfort her. "I can't let you go Morrigan, I love you." This brought on another rush of tears from the witch.
For several minutes she cried. With each tear a bit of the hopelessness, and loneliness she had felt over the past month disappeared. As a young girl she had been scolded by Flemeth time and time again for every time she shed a tear. For years after she had viewed it as one of the biggest signs of weakness a person could express, but now things were different. No matter how much she wanted to be ashamed or disappointed with herself here in her elf's arm she only felt safe and loved.
"Impossible elf…" She sniffled looking back up to meet his gaze.
He smiled and wiped a tear from her face, "maybe, but I'm your impossible elf, and I always will be." He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. Morrigan stiffened and backed away.
"No Theron, we can't do this to ourselves, not again." Morrigan said her golden eyes full of regret and sorrow. The last time the two had parted the witch had spent days steeling herself for what she had to do. It was the most difficult decision she had ever made. Once again the images of her dream rose to the surface steeling her resolve.
"We don't have to; you can come with me to Amaranthine, you don't have to run." Theron stared deeply into Morrigan's golden orbs. He close the distance the witch had created and took her hand. "I want to be in your life, in our child's life. I love you Morrigan."
Morrigan's mind raced, recreating the dreams she had been having recently. The small cottage away from all the bustle of city life, their three children, free to practice her magic and teach her children, then the images of her dreams always ended began appearing. The image of the cottage burning; Theron and the children lying dead at Flemeth's feat as she cackled, "This is what happens when you allow love to make you weak, foolish child."
Morrigan shook her head to get rid of the image, as something occurred to her. "Why would you be headed to Amaranthine of all places?" She asked directing her attention back to the elf.
"Alistair, in his infinite wisdom has decided to make me Commander of the Grey, which also makes me Arl of Amaranthine." Theron sighed heavily; he still thought Alistair was being foolish putting him in charge.
"Just like you in your infinite wisdom decided to make him king?" Morrigan teased.
The two shared a good laugh for several moments before Theron spoke again. "So will you come with me?"
Morrigan turned and stepped away from the elf. "Theron I cannot, my mother will be back for me one of these days, and the last thing I want is you dying because I let us grow weak."
"Do you forget who "killed" her? She will most likely want her revenge on me as well. When she does come wouldn't it be best if we were able to face her together." The elf reasoned trying to make her see things from his point of view.
Morrigan's brow furrowed, she hadn't thought of that. Theron had killed Flemeth for her to prevent the old bat from stealing her body. Flemeth might be upset with Theron for killing her, and have him killed. An image of Theron lying dead in some random patch of forest came to mind. He truly was in just as much danger as she was, wasn't he?
She grinned looking back at the elf. "You make a fine point; I guess I could humor you and return with you." She replied slowly.
Theron's eyes widened in pure shock, he had expected that he would need to spend another several hours trying to convince Morrigan to come back with him. For as long as he'd known the witch she had been as stubborn as a mule, never had she given in without a very long drawn out fight.
"Morrigan are you feeling alright?" A huge smirk was plastered on his face as he placed the back of his hand upon her forehead.
"'Tis not a fever from which I draw this decision but logic." She said playfully smacking away his hand "You are right, if Flemeth hunts us both 'tis wise to be together and be able to combine our power." She retorted a bemused smirk grace her lips.
The elf hugged his witch tightly "Ma'arlath emma'vhenan'ara" He whispered in her ear.
Morrigan knew how serious these words were. It was not just some petty, I love you; the Dalish guarded what little of the elvish language they had reclaimed fiercely. Letting a human like herself hear those words, let alone know what they meant was one of the biggest signs of trust a Dalish could give.
Trying to remember some of the elvish he had taught her over the months she tried to form a fluid sentence, " Emma shiral'u…din…." Morrigan began trailing off embarrassed, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.
"No need to blush emma lath, I get what you are trying to say." He bent down and brushed her lips with his own;but desire rose from that simple contact and he pushed closer to her as the world around him faded, his only thoughts were of the woman in his arms. No matter what forces came against her, he would never make her deal with it alone.
Elvish Translations
Falon: friend
Da'len: Child
Ma'arlath emma'vhenan'ara: I love you my heart's desire
Emma shiral'u…din….: Morrigan's attempt at saying, My journey alone is no more
AN: Well as some of you can obviously see I am basically forgetting the Witch Hunt DLC ever existed. It kind of annoyed me that the Warden, if he romanced Morrigan, didn't even begin to look for her for two years. Even if at the end of DA: O one of you options is to go right after her.
Anyway enough of my rambling for awhile. I will probably start chapter 2 at the beginning of Awakening, which I am also changing around to suit my need. I will try and have this ready by next Friday but no promises. I have had a lot of homework as of late so I might have to make writing a second priority.
Anyway please review, I always appreciate good constructive criticism.
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