Alistair? Is that you?
Yes. Is that you?
It's me.
Funny that we would be here in the same time.
Yes.
Leaghanda?
Yes, Alistair?
Think it will hurt a lot? The dying part?
Maybe.
I wonder where all the darkspawn are.
Me too. I guess they are all busy upstairs. It's so dark here. Will you hold my hand?
We're wardens, Leagie. I'm better at holding a sword than a hand.
Leagie. Nobody has called me that in years.
I can hold your hand if you really want to. It's so quiet. Typical us, right?
What do you mean?
We become grey wardens just before most of the order dies and we're deemed traitors. We get the call to the deep roads when all the darkspawn are gone.
Maybe we aren't suppose to die?
The call come to all of us eventually, Leagie. You feel it right? You know this is the time.
I suppose you're right. I don't want to die, Alistair.
We're not dying, Leagie. We're going on another adventure. And I will be right next to you. Just like last time. Don't be scared.
Go check out my friend's story: s/10694002/1/It-s-your-story It's also about Leaghanda Amell and Alistai's friendship and more of a story than this sorry mess.
