Knight Of The Wastes

AN/: I have done some correcting to the best of my abliity I do apologize if my bad grammer and spelling does afend. I am still very new to this. I do hope everyone who reads this will comment. Even Anonymous ones are welcome

~Prolouge~

The beacon was had been lit so why did Logain still stand? Wait! What was he doing! Calling a retreat! That coward! He was leavening King Calain, Duncan, and the rest of Ostagar's gathered army to their doom. But why? How could he do such a thing? All Alistair could do was stand in horror, his brain to numb to react as it should. To grab his sword and rush to aid his fellow Gray Wardens help Duncan and his king defend Ferleden with their dying breath, or at least slice Logain's traitorous throat. He was a great hero to Ferleden he along with so many would not have seen this coming. Why? Why was this happening.

His mind was just to shocked to obey anything, unbelieving what was happening for him, without Logain and his army they were all doomed. All of them, and he could not move or do anything to bring a prevention to it. Only stand there and tremble with a blind rush of emotions completely numbing his reactions. Then came the one thing that marked this battle truly lost and Ferleden would soon fall into dark times as bad if not worse when they were all slaves or when the first Blight arrived.

''King Calain has fallen!''

He was not sure who cried the heart stopping news but like a magnet his eyes were quickly drawn to where his half brother's broken body lay upon the blood soaked battlefield Duncan head of the Gray Wardens ,and a deep felt father figure to Alistair, standing alone over him. The fire of anger flashing in the older Warden's own eyes as he alone brought down the large Orgish Dark-spawn before the unthinkable happened. Duncan collapsed beside the body of his young king a large wound ripped in his side bleeding away with his red heart life's blood.

''Duncan...no''

It could not be anyone but not Duncan! A a large group of dark-spawn baring down upon him yet he did not budge just sat there his eyes filled with grief as one large Hurlock raised his large two sided axe aimed for the elder Gray Warden's head.

''Duncan NO! GET UP! Do not just sit there! FIGHT!''

Alistair turned sword in hand his heart pounding in his ears drowning the outside thundering of feet approaching the large doors. His hand reached out for the door handle only to be greeted by blinding white pain. Three arrows barring themselves into his body, two in each shoulder and one just a few inches from his heart. 'No...this can not be..the end...'

The last events happening in nothing but a blur one he was still surprised to even remember.

His heavy armor pulling him to the cold stone floor.

A hoard of drark-spawn closing in about him. His only living companion a mage from The Circle stepping infront of him...

A blinding white light..

Then nothing...