Author's Note: This fic contains major spoilers for events in Dragon Age: Inquisition.

Also, this is an update of a previous fic I uploaded which is now deleted

"The world is changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air"- Galadriel, The Lord of the Rings, Part I-The Fellowship of the Ring

I knew when he died, you know.

I felt it. It was an odd feeling, like a part of me had been ripped out of my chest, leaving an empty hole that left me gasping for breath. I was in the forest when it happened, resting by a small pool I had found, watching the sun set below the sky. There was a lizard lounging on my leg, and fish nibbling my toes. I felt one with the forest there, something that I had not felt since I left my clan so many years ago.

That was when I felt it.

A sudden, sharp pain, like a blow to my gut. It made me gasp and clutch my stomach, bending over slightly as a result of the sudden agony. I suddenly felt empty, as if a certain part of me had been ripped out and scattered into the wind.

It was then I realised what was now missing from my chest; all the love, all the light, happiness and laughter that he had caused me to feel was now gone.

And I wept.

For he was now gone, and I was still here, lizard on my lap and fish at my feet, yet it no longer felt peaceful. It felt tainted, tainted by death and sorrow. It was as if, instead of seeing the huge amount of natural beauty and perfection, all I could now see and pick out were the tiny imperfections scattered across the landscape: the wrinkled, brown leaves amongst the youthful green, the few flecks of dirt splattered across the pure white petals of the lotus floating atop the pond, and the slightly uneven surface of the almost perfectly- smooth rocks that surrounded the edge of the pool seemed to all jump out at me at once, as if all the previous radiance was just a mere illusion, blinding me from the ugly truth:

I was now alone.

My clan was long gone, my companions on their own paths, and now the only man I had ever loved was dead.

As if to emphasise this, the lizard ran off my hand into the undergrowth and the fish was scared off by a bird swooping overhead.

In the distance, I heard a halla's mournful cry.

That was all the confirmation I needed.

I stepped out of the pool and began making the long trek back.

Not really sure where I was going with this one, and I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it on here. Criticism would be welcome! Xx