UCHRONIA
In another time, another place, we might have chosen a different path and ended up somewhere else. AU drabble series.
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To Irving's relief, Warden Tabris and her companions stayed an extra few days to wait for the Circle to slowly rearrange themselves into some semblance of order. Wynne had asked to join the Warden's party, and with the state of the tower, Greagoir had agreed to sign off her papers with little complaint. It was now only a matter of finding them.
The elven woman even assisted the templars and few survivors with beginning the clean up, having decided that standing around would be a waste of time. In one curved hallway, she paused to stare at two bodies that had yet to be carried away. A blade had been stabbed straight through the both of them– a copper-haired templar with amber eyes still wide and a mage in bloodstained Enchanter's robes held beneath him in an armored embrace.
Perhaps he'd been trying to protect her, in those last desperate hours.
Tabris stepped forward and knelt down to close the man's eyelids, whispering a soft prayer over both their bodies.
"They should be burned together," she tells Irving later, who looks down at his former pupil with old, watery eyes. Greagoir sighs and covers his face with one heavy gauntlet, refusing to see the boy [always a boy, in the Knight Commander's mind] who he had trained since the age of 15.
"Fine. Fine," he growls, waving the First Enchanter and the Warden away. "Get it over with. I don't need to watch."