Blood dripped down her festering wound, the improvised bandaged now completely stained crimson. She limped very slowly, knowing each step could be her very last: but she must not fail him. With one hand applying pressure to her wound, the other cradled a babe wrapped tightly in the warm hide of a wolf. As life drifted away from her, in front of her very own eyes, a glance down at her new born child gave her the desire to carry on. But carry on her where, she thought. The nearest village would be miles from here, the closest city even further than that: the price to pay for being on the run. Despite the inevitable, she became determined to continue moving forward. With renewed vigour, the limping Qunari managed a mile before she knew her body could take them no further. She lay against the back of a tree stump on the side of a road, and looked down at her baby. She hadn't even had the time to name him, before the hunters finally found their prey. His little horns glistened in the moonlit sky, barely the length of an inch. They had the smallest of ridges in them, curving in and out like a great river. When she looked into his eyes, she couldn't help but see his father. A faint shade of lilac, so light it was almost grey. Beautiful, strong and healthy, all she could've wanted for her child. The child with no name. He looked up so innocently at her, smiling ever so slightly, and cheeks turning a rosy red. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she managed to push them back. Her eyes were sore, she could no longer feel her legs and her chest burned like a great forge. Drifting in and out of conscience, she unsheathed her dagger and brought it close to her child's neck; trembling and shaking hands couldn't keep the blade steady. "We have failed you..." She cried, "I have failed you." The cold edge of the blade pressed against the innocent face of the child, she began to twist the blade...but she couldn't bring herself to do it. With a whimpering cry she stabbed the blade into the dusty ground beside her, and drifted into a dreamless sleep. She was awoken by the shrieking neigh of two horses. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out two figures dressed in fine leathers and colourful silks. One of figures jumped off his horse and ran over to her. It was too dark to see his facial features, but he was a tall man, wearing expensive drake-skin armour, a cape draped over his left shoulder with a sigil she struggled to recognise, and a elegant red-steel sword clung to his right thigh. "Honey, she's badly wounded, bring over something to ease the pain." The man ordered as he knelt down by her and inspected the wound. "It is...too late...for me, my friend." She stated wearily, blood coughing out of her mouth. The other figure raced over, and poured some medicine into her blistered mouth. The figure was a slim woman wearing an intricate silk top, riding trousers and a short-bow strapped to her back. The two of them looked at each other, knowing the terrible fate of the stranger they did not know. "Is there..anything we can do for you?" He eventually asked. She shook her head, slowly. "Too late...for me." She faced reality and the approaching darkness, "but...not..for...him." She grasped the wolf hide with aching bones and fear in her dying eyes, and handed him to the woman she scarcely knew. The man looked over her shoulder, to see a smiling Qunari babe, his lilac pools now brighter than the richest amethysts. He nodded to the dying mother and the two of them made their way to the horses. As they rode off into the dawn, she could see his purple eyes glistening in the early morning sun. Her beautiful baby boy. The boy she did not have the time to name.