Hey guys! And hello to everyone that had followed me from my older stuff. I haven't been on in, say, a year, because of college. Hence, I'm a little rusty. But I got an idea for a new fanfic based on my current obsession with Dragon Age:Inquisition.
I don't really know where I'm going with this but we shall see. Story takes place with a female inquisitor/Iron Bull pairing and her party, currently exploring the Hinterlands, been told of an extremely powerful rift in the higher mountains. It doesn't really follow the flow of the game. Don't know if this will be oneshot; please read and review! I'd love to get some feedback. Again, I'm rusty.
Well, enough drabble. Enjoy!
It had been a few arduous weeks of traveling, negotiating, and conquering for the Inquisitor and her companions. Matters had been slightly positive, however. News had spread through Ferelden and Orlais of the Inquisitions growing power, and it finally seemed as if victory could be possible.
Yet, at this very moment, leather clad boots up to the knee in mud and demon blood, the morale was slowly dying. It seemed as if they had been fighting for hours without end.
Hope was close, nevertheless. The glowing rift was almost at its end, the wraiths and larger demons growing weaker.
Cassandra thrust her silver blade into the screaming demon, blood bursting on her scarred face. She did not stop fighting; the commander aimed her shield to another lesser wraith, slamming its transparent head into the wet soil.
Although his attractiveness was not affected by the fight, Dorian's usually bright face was clouded with uncertainty. His mouth curled into what he thought was a smirk, but his inner strength was starting to show. The Mage threw his wooden staff into the air, a shower of hellish fire raining down.
The green crystal buckled aggressively above them, producing a larger demon clad in the green light. It's mouth opened showing hundreds of piercing teeth. The demon stalked rapidly toward the largest target.
The Iron Bull had just cut a wraiths head in two, seemingly pretending not to notice the impeding mouth behind him. Quickly, the Qunari warrior tensed his barbaric arms, swinging his massive ax into the demons mouth. The Warrior's usually joyous demeanor at such chaos was gone; it took a few hits until it was destroyed into a pile of green filth.
It was time. The three fighters looked toward the center, waiting for the Inquisitor to achieve her duty.
She was quite small; a few less inches and she could have been a dwarf, like her mother, yet her human father's blood had helped her grow a bit more. Her long, chestnut braid was barely holding itself together, while her bear-skinned armor and dark skin was covered in grazes, old and new.
She readied herself in the thick mud, her left hand shaking with the movement of the crystal above her. Biting her lip, she steadied her small body for the incoming blast.
Ahndra's dark umber eyes reflecting the green, waiting for the implosion, or at least, a crack, like it usually occurs. But the crystal kept bulking, molding itself again and again.
A yelp escaped her lips; a burning pain was beginning to snake itself up from her fingers. Something was utterly wrong.
She looked frantically to her companions, not having any idea what to do.
"W-What is happening?!" Cassandra screamed, trying to decipher the meaning of all this.
The Mage had seen this movement before, unfortunately.
"No, wait, Inquistor! Stop!", Dorian pleaded, knowing what this kind of occurrence could cause. An extended period of the closing of such a rift could trigger...
Suddenly, Ahndrah lost her footing, the hand raising itself upwards with the force of the crystal.
A wailing cry came from the glow.
The Iron Bull stared in astonishment, his usual demeanor clouded with a strange admiration for such strength. However, It only took a second for him to snap back into his senses.
"Boss!", he spoke, calling out to the young woman. She looked back at him, a lost despair in her eyes. Ahndra was frozen.
A blast of light ripped through the elevated rock, the wailing becoming louder and louder.
"No!", Dorian yelled, reaching out to the young woman.
Despite his size, it was the horned Bull that reached her first.
His large hand grasped at the Inquisitors other palm.
The light smothered them entirely until there was nothing left.
...
There was a crescent moon low in the sky; a cricket nearby was awake. Clouds were starting to hide the moonlight, the smell of rain growing stronger.
Soon, light drops were echoing through the pine trees, the crickets stopping their midnight melodies.
Ahndra's eyes flickered open as a raindrop fell on her forehead, her left hand numb against the cold grass.
It took a few moments for her to lift herself up from the moist ground. The rain fell steadily down.
Her entire body felt numb, which she knew was not a positive sign. The pain would come later.
Her dark eyes glanced down at the left hand. There was a faint green flow emanating from the veins.
Silence. Everywhere, there was silence. Or was it in her mind?
Ahndra looked at her surroundings, a panic rising in her stomach.
There was no one with her.
She tried lifting herself up from the ground, ignoring the incoming burning from her legs.
Move, Maker, move! Think!
She thought to herself.
She was in a grove, and by the looks of it, in a lower part of the mountains. What had the rift done?
Cassandra...? And Dorian? Iro-
A rustle of leaves echoed behind her. By instinct, the Inquisitor had a dagger in her hand ready.
As she turned around, the panic lessened when she recognized the horned outline in the dark,
Limping towards her.
"Boss... what...what in the he-..."
He could not finish his sentence as he fell unto the grass.
Ahndra ran towards him, ignoring her own pain. Without another thought, she took his pillar of an arm over her shoulders, lifting him as best as her small frame could handle. He had fight in him yet, moving with the aid of dwarvish companion.
Quickly, Ahndra saw a covered area in the grove. It wasn't a cave, but an stone alcove, seemingly dry against the rest of the surroundings.
Soon, the horned warrior lay against the hard wall, his heavy breathing resounding off the rock.
Blood was trickling from his bare side.
Ahndra's pain was nothing compared to the despair rising into her mouth.
She had failed.
The rain was falling hard amongst the trees. Although there was sound, the silence was inside her.
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