Author Note: Hello, and thank you for deciding to at least investigate my story! A little about it, there are two origins I used for the Warden, City Elf and Human Noble. I will also add in my other origins as well when it is appropriate. Eventually, they will all be in this story, including the Orlesian Warden. I also want to add that as the story progresses, I change a lot of things. So it gets pretty AU later on. If you do decide to read it all, I hope you enjoy it and leave reviews, which I always love to read. Bioware owns everything Dragon Age! Thanks.
Prologue
They stood at the gates of the great city, staring into the void that surrounded them. Smoke billowed from the buildings burning inside. The wind brought it to their nostrils, along with the smells of death and blood. The bodies of their fallen comrades littered the ground. In the distance, the sounds of battle rang: swords hitting swords, arrows piercing through flesh, the cries of the dying and the victorious.
The two women standing at the front of the army stared up at the gates. Their eyes fixed upon the twisted metal and splintered wood that once stood glorious, showing all who saw them that they were approaching the vast city of Denerim.
Zelda turned toward the elf beside her. "Are we ready?"
Arawin met the eyes of the human. "We have to be. Otherwise, all that we have done to get here will be for not."
"Many sacrifices were made. Many deaths."
"And many more to come."
"Then let us end this quickly," said Zelda. She turned around and saw the eyes of their companions behind them. Of the army that followed them. All of Ferelden was here with them now: humans, elves, dwarves. All united for a common purpose. "This is how Ferelden should be."
"This is how all of Thedas should be," said Arawin. "But unfortunately, only something as large as a Blight could bring everyone together."
Zelda turned back to the gate, along with Arawin. "Do you think it was worth it?"
"Of course it is!" said Arawin, a little alarmed to have heard such a thing from her. "If it wasn't, then we wouldn't be here. We wouldn't have all those soldiers behind us. We wouldn't have our friends and family by our sides, staring death in the face. All for us. All for the purpose of ending the Blight before it can even begin!"
"Then let us end this. Let us be rid of it!"
"That's what I like to hear! And just so you know, once we get through this, you owe me a drink."
Zelda laughed. "And I'll join you. After all this, I could use a shot of dwarven ale."
"A moment I never thought I'd hear," Arawin chuckled. "This whole Blight sure does bring out a lot of them."
"A moment of truth."
"A moment of lies."
"A moment to live."
"A moment to die."
"A moment to fight."
"To fight."
They stared into each other's eyes. The glow of blue and green shining. "To fight!"
"It's a brave new world," said Zelda.
"And we will fight to the death!" cried Arawin.
Together they roared, lifting their swords in the air. Their voices carried far into the city, into the army which answered their cry with its own. The roar vibrated the ground and shook the very soulless creatures that stood in their way. Together they ran, side by side, swords drawn, feet pumping.
It will end tonight.
