Darrek Cousland/Ash Warrior. I am attempting to write a story about Darrek cousland during Awakening expansion... Wish me luck :P If anything looks wrong or out of place

please let me know, still fairly new to writing...please forgive the grammar. criticism is welcome good or bad.

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He reached out and brushed a few golden locks from the assassin's face. "In case this is the last time we have to talk, I... I love you, Zevran." he said in a whispered voice and smiled.

"Yes, yes I know." Zevran replied in a voice almost as low as the humans and smiled as he stood on his toes and kissed the ash warriors cheek.

"Alistair, Morrigan, and Zevran. You're with me. Talon you too. The rest of you watch out backs and make sure no more darkspawn get through this gate. Sten, you lead the gate defenses."

"Understood, fight well Warden."

"Fight well, Sten"

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His blade slid between the scales on the top of the dieing beasts large head. The beast shrieked as he twisted the blade. A blinding light shot up from the wound, and then all went black.. The hilt of his sword suddenly began to heat up he could feel the heat through his gauntlets, the metal became malleable in his grip. He heard a distant scream, or perhaps it was his own, he couldn't tell anymore. He could smell the flesh of his hands burning, just when he thought he couldn't hold it any longer he was thrown backwards hard. He landed on the cold stones and rolled slamming painfully into a wall. He heard the Antivan's voice calling to him, he felt those small familiar hands cradle him before everything faded to nothingness.

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It took nearly a week for his sight to return, another for his wounds to heal. His hands had been the worst, he would forever have the burned scars on his palms as a reminder of that fateful day. But the demon was dead, and the country was rejoicing, so it was a small price to pay. He climbed out of bed quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping fiance Anora who had lain beside him every night since the battle. He slipped quietly through the halls to another private room. He pushed the door open and found...nothing. The room was empty, all the personal effects that had belonged to the assassin, as well as the assassin himself had been removed.

"He left sometime yesterday night." A tired voice said from behind him. "I am sorry he did not tell you, I know he meant a lot to you."

Darrek turned and saw Anora standing there hugging herself, her eyes full of sadness and worry. Darrek smiled weakly and pulled the woman into his arms kissing the top of her head. "All for the best I suppose." He said trying to hide his pain and hurt, he felt Anora relax against him and heard the soft sight of relief escape her lips.

He had wanted Zevran to stay with him at least for a time despite Anora's complaints, but the assassin had left. Disappeared with no warning, no goodbye, just gone like a thief in the night. He loved them both, his assassin and his Queen. There would never be a doubt in anyone's mind who he had loved more, but that love had never been returned. Yes, this was for the best.

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He woke in a cold sweat sitting up panting as he hugged his burning hands to his chest. A soft hand reached out and touched his shoulder. He turned and smiled warily before looking down at the scars on his hands, oh how he wished the nightmares would stop. His wife pulled at his shoulder until he relented and lay back against his pillows. He turned over on his side and smiled as he looked into her eyes, those beautiful sparkling eyes. They had married several months ago, a warm ferelden afternoon, he remembered how the sun came in through the high windows. How it made her hair shine like spun gold, much like it did with... He grabbed the woman and pulled her close, hugging her tightly against him and breathing him her sent hoping to chase away the pain of memories.

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"...wrong! SER! Are you listening?" The woman's voice screeched jarring him from his thoughts. "something is wrong! There is smoke coming from the keep!"

Darrek looked ahead and saw the woman was right. He spurred his horse forward as his hands reached up and behind him pulling both swords from their sheaths. When the horse bolted through the gates he kicked his right leg over and slid from the saddle. He was in a full sprint the moment his feet touched the ground. Ahead of him his sworn enemy was laying waste to the arling, darkspawn. An ash warrior battle cry rose from his throat as the battle rage surged through his body. As the first spray of warm blood covered his face he could swear he heard from deep within the keep the faint reply of the dwarven berserkers.