A/N: This is just a (very) short prologue to my first Dragon Age: Origins FanFic, so please be patient with me while I get the first chapter up and running. Oh...and enjoy!
Also, I don't (unfortunately) own anything Dragon Age related, Bioware does...You can be sure if I owned it then there would be a lot more lamppost licking with a certain ex-Templar, son of Maric ;D!
The ground rumbled violently under her bare feet, muddied by the refuse and bodily remains scattered on the ground.
She felt its eyes on her, boring into her with a primal need. A need to find her. To end her.
Even as she prayed her legs to move they remained still; perhaps the only smart part of her body at the moment. She knew that running wouldn't help, that there was nowhere to go. Would it be better to face the ghostly darkness head on or be swallowed whole with your back turned?, she mused as she tried in vain to swallow.
The violent tremors were quickening, seemingly in a race against her own heartbeat. Soon the only sound that flooded her head was the erratic thumping of her heart, apparently not complacent with staying within her chest any longer.
Taking in one shaky, deep breath, she opened her almond-shaped eyes wide and stared straight into the sinister, black orbs of the dragon. And in the murky darkness of its eyes she saw herself falling; falling into an endless night.
But no one reached out their arms to catch her; only the shadows embraced her as she fell. And as the beast opened its jaws she braced herself for the true darkness they awaited her.
And the Archdemon struck.