All I could hear was the blood pumping in my ears. All I could feel was the adrenalin rushing through my previously collapsed veins. My vision blurred red from the slow trickle of blood of my ripped apart face. I didn't have time to think, my feet were already carrying me rapidly forward.
The massive form of the Archdemon shadowed over its grotesque minions, as they had the one that previously sought my demise on his knees. A jagged blade to his bruised throat, his eyes pleaded for forgiveness as he mouthed "I'm sorry…. My friend". I could not let another person down. I allowed my first friend to resort to such desperate measures. My throat grew hoarse as I screamed out his name. I pushed myself forward with all my dwindling strength.
My friends have helped me so much, have brought me back from the snarling jaws of death. How could I let Zevran Aranai, my assassin, no, my friend, to die…. Aiding me in a goal, he never signed up for but willingly walked towards certain death for me.
My rage and desperation exploded forth in a wall of magical fire, the grotesque darkspawn would-be executioners' flesh charred and fell from the crumbling bones. The heat turning their corrupted weapons to little more than shiny liquid. My tears fell mixing with my blood as I could do nought but watch as the wall of fire hit my friend. But then he stood up unscathed inside the wall of fire, he looked down at himself a look of amazement on his bloodied face. How he was unhurt by the fire I did not know nor care. He walked out and proceeded to fight at my side.
I had done it, I had saved him. Zevran had been by my side throughout the hardest moments of this journey. All of my friends had, it's definitely true that I would have fallen long ago without their help.
Whenever we had been charged by a warrior one of my warrior compatriots would engage them. Even after I became adept at handling myself in close quarters combat my friends would still aim to take the brunt of the close combat saying that "they had more experience in such matters".
When I was captured by a misguided enemy and imprisoned I had believed they would come for me the whole time with no doubt in my mind I waited and it was my friends who saved me all they said was "was sorry we're late" a big smile on their faces.
Before this battle all of my friends wished me luck for the coming hours each had helped me and I had aided them in personal matters to return the favor. I had found a long lost sister, a sword in a nation at war, an old flame and a city lost to time. For the rest of my friends I defeated a group of assassins, a controlling spy and a high dragon.
Yet even with all I have done for them I have been paid back tenfold by each of my friends. Their unwavering loyalty and the bonds we have, have allowed me continue through my most desperate of times.