*Author's note: It's been a while since I've posted any stories, due to the stresses of school and now college. I would like to thank those who have favourited my other stories and have given me some really nice comments, I greatly appreciate it =). I'm hoping to get back into writing stories again since I love it. I'm open to feedback as always, I hope you enjoy.*
'This is it. The final conflict, the one where I lose him forever.' Dorian sighed, as troubling thoughts swirled in his conscience, as they approached the place where it all began, well, for the Inquisitor not himself.
The Temple of Sacred Ashes now even more unrecognisable from its past, though most members of the Inquisition had gotten used to seeing it in such a poor state; the roof had been completely blown off; walls had crumbled and leant precariously in some places. Scorched marks littered the building expanding out from the centre of the temple and charred figures reacting spanning across the lengths of the ruin, frozen in their final moment of shock and fear. Of course it was this part of the ruin that made people uncomfortable, over the span from which this horrific event took place the charred flesh had begin to peel away with age from the bone due to the extreme elements. The stench of these horrifying statues was overwhelming; the insides had liquidated being the source of their foul odour. As they crept closer to the origin of the blast the bodies had been in worse shape as only blackened bones remained fixed in place by crude body muscles that were melting away, the slightest tremble of the cracked stone floor was enough to cause these bones to fall into a heap. Cassandra had once commented while the place was under investigation that 'at least the bones here are silent unlike at home.'
