Prologue – Oh Bloody Night
It was blood, blood everywhere. I closed my eyes and all I could see was the vivid images of soldiers dying for my hand or the teeth and claws of my trusted war dog. It was my life or theirs, and like all other beings, I had done what I needed to do to stay alive but that didn't stop the disturbing images from occupying my mind. But in a way, I was grateful. I'd rather see the pained face of some unknown soldiers I had never met before, than the tormented face of my beloved family, my dear, darling father who was bleeding to death and my precious and brave mother who had decided to stay with him to the very end. Not to mention my caring sister-in-law and my carefree and happy nephew. I would never see them again, only in the afterlife if the Maker saw it fit.
I guessed Duncan had fallen asleep. I should be sleeping too, he had told me that he was a light sleeper and was good at sensing darkspawn even when sleeping so we both could rest. I could not, however. I wanted to scream and hit him really hard with something. Preferably an axe or something similar. My whole family but my older brother – who most likely also was dead – had just been murdered by a man my father had laughed with, fought side by side with and called friend. Being a Grey Warden was not something I wanted or longed for, I did not want to search for glory or to save Ferelden. All I wanted was my family to be alive again, to be with me once again. Probaby Duncan did feel with me, but he was looking for new recruits so perhaps in a way he was happy... no, noone can be that cruel. He was just... maybe old, wise or something. Used to tradgedies. That, however, did not make my personal tradgedy any smaller in my eyes. Was there even a way to survive all this with my mind intact...? My heart was shattered and torn as if someone had ripped it out of my chest, thrown it to the ground and stamped on it.
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Well, that's a start. And we all know I own nothing of this already :D
Yours / Sierra Drake