Okay, after playing the game and beating it (twice) I decided to make a story for the ending I found the best. I played a City Elf Rogue and pursued Morrigan while maintaining a general good guy attitude in terms of helping/saving people. This story is set several years after the slaying of the Archdemon. Without further delay, I present Chapter 1!
Aiden stood in his room, looking out at the snowy mountain range that jutted up against the twilight sky. Soldiers Peak. It was originally supposed to be given over to the Dryden family but Alistair agreed that it would help the Grey Wardens have a foot hold in Feralden, and thus it served as a training grounds for the new recruits, and the home of the City Elf turned hero.
His thoughts drifted, like so many times before, to the woman who captivated him from their very first meeting. The woman who stood beside him, even after finding out her mother was only having her along to strengthen her body to take it away. She had revealed her true purpose in staying, to obtain a god like child from the defeating of the Archdemon, but even now he refused to believe that that was it. Several times throughout the years since the Archdemon fell he felt sadness come from the ring he wore. Regret. Wonder if things could have…should have been different. His green eyes absently had lowered to the ring as he ran his thumb over it. The knock at the door abruptly ended all thoughts.
"Ah! There you are…still staring off like a zombie I see," the voice of his best friend came from behind him. A Templar turned Grey Warden. A human. If anyone had told him years before that he would have befriended a human and saved Feralden from an Archdemon he would have killed them to put them out of their obvious delirium.
"Yeah," Aiden said, looking over his shoulder, arms still folded and thumb still rubbing the ring.
"….so, I suppose you're still planning to leave, then," Alistair said, crossing the room and plopping down into the chair that resided behind the desk. He didn't bother looking to his elven friend, instead he scanned the desk that held many notes.
"Yeah," Aiden repeated, turning to watch as Alistair picked up a sheet of paper, raising a brow to his friend before that subtle smirk came to his lips. Oh makers breath….
"So…you're planning on giving this to her when you find her? A poem," Alistair asked, nearly laughing to the end of his sentence. "Of all the time we known each other, I always thought her the loony one. Perhaps I was wrong!"
Aiden reached over and snatched the paper, looking to it as he held it. It certainly was no poem…but the fact that Alistair had said that….
"A-ha! I knew it! The big bad hero likes to write poetry! I'll have to tell my grand children that," he said, nearly laughing as he stood from the chair.
"Have to find a woman that will put up with your crap first," Aiden replied with a small smirk as he crumbled the paper, tossing it to the desk. It was of no importance anyhow.
"You, my kind ser, wound me! Anyway…may I ask why? It's rather obvious she does not want to be found—and as I said before good riddance."
"Because. She saved my life, Alistair…she did so by having my child, one that I have not gotten to see. I…I have to have some closure on this," Aiden replied, allowing his crossed arms to fall.
Alistair was quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowed at the man as he puckered his lips. Many times, Alistair had told Aiden that this was his thinking face. Aiden thought he looked more like a pouting child than anything. After a long moment, Alistair nodded.
"Very well. I don't much like the woman…but if it means that much to you, I shall come if you so like. But…how are you going to find her? Like I said, rather obvious she doesn't want to be found…"
Aiden held up the hand with the ring on his middle finger, showing it to the man. "She gave me this. Flemeth had her always wear it to tell her whereabouts. She gave it to me when we went to Orzimmar…and had reactivated the power so that she could always sense me."
"Does it work both ways," Alistair asked, looking to the ring and then up at his friend.
"I asked the same thing. She wasn't sure. But..sometimes I feel like I can feel her. Like she's nearby…she is a shapeshifter, so what's to say she didn't turn into a bird to come and look after me from time to time?"
Alistair was quiet for a moment, his thinking face slowing resurfacing before he nodded. "Mmm-hmm—you've gone mad. That woman would never, and by never I mean the Archdemon would sooner be my mother—do something so…'tender' as that."
Aiden sighed and shrugged. "Alistair…she's not as heartless as you may think. I've seen her tender side plenty of times."
"Two things. First off, that nearly made me vomit, and secondly she would likely kill you for ever telling me that—ammo for my arsenal."
Aiden let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he crossed the room towards the hearth. "Yeah, she likely would. Regardless…the last reports I have of anyone fitting her description was only a few weeks after we killed the Archdemon. Traveler said that she was heading towards the Frostback Mountains…"
"That's a big place, Aiden. On top of that, that was six years ago! What's to say she didn't just pick up and move on," Alistair asked, standing up and stretching as he spoke.
"Nothing says she hasn't—but it's a start. I figured we would go and see Oghren while we were at it," Aiden replied, giving Alistair an all to familiar grin.
"Oh, right, great. If he hasn't drank all of his memories away. And what are we supposed to tell the other Wardens? 'Sorry guys, but we've got to go look for the woman who saved this man's life and had his DEMON BABY!' Right…yes, I suppose that would be a believable story. Well, the demon part."
Aiden let out a small chuckle before he walked over and clapped his friend on the back. "We tell them you're going to get married. Wait…they've never believe that…" He let out another chuckle as Alistair feigned a gasp and hurt expression. "Regardless…thank you for offering to come with me, Alistair."
"No trouble at all, friend. Guess I'll go back to my room and get some rest—I suggest you do the same. There are plenty of small Darkspawn bands still around."
Aiden nodded in return and watched as his friend left before he fell back on his bed. It had been six years…which mean his child would be old enough to talk…walk…hell, if it was anything like Morrigan it was likely already scaring people off with spells. He didn't know why, but this brought a smirk to his lips. Looking to his ring he couldn't help but feel a renewed hope. He would find her, and he would set things right. The door creaked back open and Alistair poked his head back in.
"Oh…and if she's anything like when you had the bright idea to go find Flemeth I just want you to know—I will strangle you while she makes dragon food out of us."