*~A CHANCE AT HEROISM~*
Anger bubbled up inside me. This time, the line had been left far behind, let alone crossed. I felt my hands suck in the heat from the area around me, and grow hot, as if they were made of fire. It spread throughout my extremities, burning through my veins. Soon, I knew the fire inside me had to be released. The burning in my hands didn't bother me though. It felt like power.
Amell glared at the massive doors in front of her willing herself to push them open and damning herself for not being able to. Though she had always dreamed of this moment, the victory was bittersweet, for she found herself reluctant to leave the security of the Tower. She had no idea what lay beyond those doors! She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the thoughts like a horse would flies.
"This is no time for second thoughts," she scolded herself. Instead, she savoured the moment before leaving, reliving all of her happiest memories. Then Duncan stood forward, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Are you ready?" He asked. She didn't yet know the answer. Then she thought of the Grey Wardens, giving their lives to protect their people, for the greater good. She had a chance for heroism, and she wasn't going to let it slip through her fingers like the dreams the Fade tore from her. She turned to smile at him.
"Yes," she breathed, and opened the door.