A/N: Hello guys~! Sorry if this particular story is too far-fetched. But I just can't help but wonder what will happen if two grey wardens happen to have the largest amount of luck and an outrageously good timing with the maker's blessing and ended up with a child? Well here goes my first fanfic, hope you guys like it ^^
Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.
Note: There had been some serious changes done on this one, and all of those improvements and corrections are thanks to my awesome beta Just A Million Rain Drops~! I really couldn't believe that my fic could sound like this! hahaha XD
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you~! (^W^)
A Piece Of You
Summary:
Aenna Mahariel is the new Warden-Commander. But it's just been 3 months since they ended the blight and Ferelden is still recovering. With all the fuss about rebuilding what was lost in the battle against the archdemon, a distraction is the least of what the busy grey warden needed... as she herself is still recovering from the loss of her King… her beloved… Little did she knew, that before he left, he gave her one final gift…
Chapter 1: In death comes new life…
He was lying on her lap bloodied by the battle that just occurred. His eyes were fixated on hers, she could see the little trace of the warm golden color of his eyes, but the death and the hollowness was taking over its usual gleam. It was a sign of the taint, a sign of his death. The others standing behind her, they knew exactly what was going to happen to him.
"You're so stupid! You really are an idiot!" She screamed at him, the hot tears running down her cheeks as she held him tightly in her arms. She hated him so much for what he'd done. It was her duty to end the archdemon's life in the king's place, in his place. She bent down until her forehead was touching his golden breast plate. He let out a soft chuckle; it was almost like a whisper.
"There goes the only person who believed I was intelligent." She lifted her head and met his gaze, she could see he was trying to make her smile, even at the end. He was smiling faintly, though pain was plain on his face. She caressed his cheeks where grey veins were now visible.
"Why?" It was almost silent that even Aenna herself almost missed the word. Slowly, Alistair's smile became gentle, realization hit her and she began to cry and shudder at waterfall of tears. He did it for her, he knew that she had planned to kill the archdemon herself since the end of the Landsmeet. He knew that she planned to die... and he couldn't bear the world without her in it...
"Hush my dear," He said softly as he pulled her face towards him. He brushed a tear away with his thumb, and with all of his remaining strength, he smiled at her, showing all the love he felt for her on his face. He pulled her close and planted one final kiss on her lips, with that he was content and he knew he would die for the one he loved and he was happy that his final moments were with her.. With one final glance at his beloved elf, he whispered, "Goodbye, my love…"
Aenna's eyes flew open, her heart pounding hard against her chest. She could feel the dried streaks across her face and the wetness on her pillow from the tears she had cried. A sigh escaped her lips. She had been waking up with the same dream for the last three months. Her memories of that day are still fresh branded into her mind so she is forced to relive it. She can still see his face, hear his voice loud and clear in her head.
She shook her head to erase the remaining embers of her dream. There was no use of dwelling in the past and in her memories, there is too much that needs to be done. And distraction is the least of what she needed. She quickly washed her face and wore her leather armor that is now branded with the insignia of two silver griffons on the center of her chest-guard. She would be very busy now, she was the Warden Commander after all.
She made her way through the halls of the newly rebuilt edifice in Ostagar. With the queen's help and after the last of the darkspawns dispatched, Ostagar became one of the Warden's strongholds. Though Vigil's Keep in Amaranthine is a more suitable place for a Warden-commander, she chose to stay there. This was the place where it all began, and most importantly, where they first met. The sentimental value of the place made her feel stronger as if he was really there with her.
"Ah, my dearest warden wakes." She immediately recognized the accent and the faint smell of Antivan leather; she would recognize this man anywhere in Thedas. She spun around and saw Zevran making his way to her.
"Zev, I didn't know you were coming." Surprise is plain on her voice as she smiled brightly at him and chuckled at his usual charming looking face.
"Ah my dear, since when have I ever announced my presence? It is not wise for an assassin to declare when he is coming, yes?" he said with his ever charming smile planted on his lips.
"Good point," she replied and gave her own roguish smile at him. She motioned for him to follow her to the courtyard where new grey warden recruits are training.
"So how is life faring as the 'Hero of Ferelden'?" She stiffened when she heard the title. She felt a pang in her heart, it's not a title she feels worthy of having.
"Zevran, we both know that I am not the hero everyone believes I am." Her voice threatened to break at the weight of the memories as it came back to her.
Zevran took notice of his mistake. He knew that in her head, she blames herself for their friend's death. Instead of saying anything that would put more salt on her already aching wound, he just placed a comforting hand on her shoulder in apology. She just nodded and smiled at him.
As they entered the newly rebuilt courtyard, grey wardens and servants alike greeted them. It is clear by the way they smiled fondly at her that she is respected by those under her, as a leader and as their saviour.
"Aenna, it is not good to attend to the grey wardens' training with an empty stomach." They turned their heads to the motherly voice that came behind them. Aenna felt a warm smile crossing her lips when she saw the woman who was holding up freshly baked bread- no doubt from the mess hall- and a smile on her face.
"Thank you Wynne." Aenna said as she accepted the food that is being offered. "I see our friend from the Crows has come to visit." Wyne said suspiciously as she tuned to Zevran, no doubt wondering what crude or Sarcastic comment would flow from his mouth next.
"Ah indeed, I have my darling Wynne; I can't keep you and your bosom out of my mind." Zevran gave Wynne an intense gaze that made Aenna choke at the bite she was swallowing; both Wynne and her felt uncomfortable with Zevran's display of his old behavior.
"Zev! Don't disrespect Wynne that way! I can't believe you!" as soon as she recovered from her choking Aenna gave her friend a slight shove ribs causing him to wince slightly before giving an apologetic look to Wynne.
"Umm- Aenna?" Their conversation broke and her attention quickly shifted to the girl that called her. She was the one tending the gardens in Ostagar that helped her with making her poultices and poisons for her fellow grey wardens.
"What is it Sara?" Aenna's serene voice calmed the nervous girl in front of them, because being around a new face that's carrying around a pair of grisly looking daggers clearly made Sara unsure of the situation - and Aenna scolding Zevran's disrespect for Wynne didn't help assure her either that it was just a friendly banter.
"The healing poultices needs restocking and I was wondering if you could be of assistance m'lady," said Sara as her gaze met Aenna's (now with more confidence).
"I will not keep you from your duties any longer Aenna, but please, do fill your stomach first before doing so," Wynne said with a tone of concern. Aenna smiled at the old woman who she came to look upon as a mother more each day. Still accompanied by Zevran, they made their way to the stronghold's garden.
As soon as she stepped through the garden's doors the smell of herbs and spices got to her immediately. A wave of nausea threatened to spill the food that she'd just finished eating, she leaned on the door frame for a moment to push it back down. She never disliked the smell of herbs before, in fact she found it calming, but these past few weeks, the smell has increasingly became repulsive to her, and by far this is the worst she'd felt in those weeks. Zevran gave her a questioning look, "Are you alright?" he asked, a bit unsure of what's causing her queasiness.
"I-I'm fine…" She said as she swallowed the bitter tasting bile at the back of her throat and made her way towards the tables where the utensils for making poultices are. Aenna was fighting the nausea the whole time. 'Yes…' she agreed in her mind, 'This is by far the worst I have felt in three weeks…' her uneasiness must've shown on her face because both Zevran and Sara looked at her with worried eyes.
"Are you sure you're well Aenna?" Sara placed her hand over Aenna's. The Warden Commander just gave them a weak smile.
"A little lightheaded, but I'll be fine." She gave them a faint smile, trying to assure them. Zevran knew Aenna well, she's a stubborn woman. She is not going to tell anyone how she really feels if it means worrying them.
"Aenna!" a loud voice called to her. Her mind snapped towards the man standing at the door, his forehead glistened with sweat. "What's happened?" she quickly rose from her seat, ignoring her lightheadedness and approached the man. "The recruits that have been scouting the caves up near the southern edge of the Korcari wilds came back with disturbing news." the grey warden before her winced at the memory of the said report.
Aenna's face became stern; her shaky mind was only able to recognize the words 'disturbing' and 'news'. She waited for the warden to elaborate more on the situation. The man continued, "The recruits confirmed that the darkspawn's numbers around a particular cave in the area has increased tremendously in just five days. And the evidence of the presence of tainted flesh covering the cave's mouth leads us to the assumption of the existence of a..." he trailed off.
A shiver ran down Aenna's spine, there can only be one creature in particular that can cause the swell of the darkspawn's numbers and the characteristic of the cave. "A Broodmother…" she concluded, she cringed at the memories of her last encounter with one, a memory she'd rather forget. Aenna released her breath that she didn't know got caught in her throat. Slowly, she felt the tension in her frame slightly relax with the release of her breath. Aenna turned to Zevran who is still sitting by the table. "Care to accompany me like old times?" She asked as a grim smile crept on her lips. Zevran chuckled, when it comes to hunting down darkspawns, no matter how disturbing and disgusting it got, Aenna never leaves a single one alive. Perhaps she thought of it as a revenge for Alistair's death. "Gladly," he replied with the same smile he usually gives when he is about to stick his blade on someone-or in this case, something.
They were halfway towards the kennels when someone approached them. Aenna looked at her with curiosity in her eyes. "What are you doing Wynne?" she asked as the elderly arcane warrior strapped her gauntlet snugly on her left hand and wrist.
"Can you not tell that I am fastening my gauntlet? Or are you referring as to why I am doing so?" Wynne replied with a smile on her face. She has to hand it to her, despite the other woman's age she still got the fire of a woman of her prime.
"Let me guess…" Aenna tapped at her lips and looked skyward as if in thought, all of them know that she's pretending not to know what Wynne's intentions are. Wynne pinched the bridge of her nose in mock annoyance, unable to muster true displeasure.
Aenna wasn't able to voice her guess however, as a loud thud resonated in the open air around them. She is now flat on her back with a whole lot of muscle, fur and slobber pinning her down the ground. "I missed you too! Stop it; you're getting me all sticky!" Aenna said in between giggles. Behind the dog came the kennel master.
"Oh maker's breath, my apologies commander. The dog has been missing you since the day you dropped him off for training." The dark haired man, whose in-charge of the mabari training in the keep said as he helped Aenna get the enthusiastic mabari off her. Aenna wiped her face- now partially covered in Crescent's slob as she giggled and pushed herself to her feet.
"Its fine Rowe, Crescent has always been very affectionate." Aenna shifted her attention towards her dog, "Isn't that right boy?" The dog answered with a happy bark.
"Are you going to the caves?" Rowe asked when he noticed that they're all geared up.
Aenna's warm smile faded, "It has come to my attention that the cave is a threat both to Ostagar and the nearby Dalish elves." she explained as diplomatically as she could but there was a slight heaviness to her voice, she always hated broodmothers, they were really disgusting and the smell... Oh maker the smell!
The man nodded in reply before saying, "I wish you luck commander, may the maker watch over you." Aenna smiled at him, "To you as well, Rowe." She gave him a pat on the shoulder before she, Zevran, Wynne and Crescent walked out of Ostagar's gates and into the Korcari wilds.
A loud shriek filled the air as the last of the hurlocks were struck down. Aenna thought that they'd have to wander across the area for at least an hour or so before they find any trace of darkspawn. Well, that's the case usually, but clearly not today. The moment they arrived, an amazingly large number of hurlocks a few miles away the cave's entrance was there to welcome them.
Aenna let a worried sigh escape her lips. If a large group of darkspawn is to be found this far off from their lair, then the numbers near and inside the cave will be enormous. She winced as she wiped the blood off of her blades with a piece of cloth, and then discarded it near the still corpses of darkspawns. She's been fighting these things since her joining- which was almost a year ago! And she's getting sick now? Aenna's lips curled into an amused smile at her thought. The great Hero of Ferelden turned Warden Commander who fought thousands of darakspawns during the blight is now having difficulties in keeping herself from throwing up because of darkspawn blood... 'Pathetic...' she mumbled.
Her lightheadedness still lingers, she tried to ignore it but it still bugged her. And that sensation now comes with the constant lurching of her abdomen, every now and then she has to swallow down bitter tasting bile that seems to always find its way at the back of her throat.
Wynne notices her unsteady manner as she treads down the path in the forest. Aenna turns to her dog as he approach, catching a glimpse of Wynne's worried gaze. "I'm fine Wynne, don't worry." She assured the older woman as she lowered herself to a kneeling position in front of Crescent and gives him a pat.
"You seem a bit pale." Wynne steps towards her and takes a closer look. Aenna shrugs and waves a dismissive hand before the she can even say anything.
"It's nothing just a lack of sleep." She pulled herself to her feet and narrows her senses for a moment to feel the darkspawns' presence. Her hand clenched on the leather-covered hilt of her daggers, lethal determination spreading across her face. "The cave is close." She told her companions, Wynne's worries about her health were tucked away for the moment, but they would be dealt with later.
The mouth of the cave is large and covered with darkspawn blood and the fleshy things that often suggest the presence of a broodmother. It reeks of death and the coppery smell of blood which made Aenna stagger a bit as a new wave of nausea hit her, stronger than the ones before. 'Ugh… I swear after this I'll stay at Ostagar until this feeling has passed' she told herself as she stepped in the cave, Zevran, Wynne and Crescent following her. They cut their way through dozens of Shrieks to get into the inner tunnels where the broodmother would be hiding. Judging by the large numbers of shrieks that are in here, the broodmother present was previously an elf and Aenna shuddered at the thought that a female elf- likely a dalish - had been subjected to this kind of horror.
"Wait…" Aenna whispered and holds up a hand to the others as she neared a turn in the tunnel. She crouched low and slowed with a quiet toe-heel walk and peeked into the next chamber, sure enough the giant ghoul is there, perched against the wall as if sitting on a throne. She counted twenty-eight shrieks guarding their mother.
Zevran unsheathed his blades and readied himself for Aenna's signal, while Whine casted a frost-weapons spell. Aenna takes six bottles of poison from her pack and tosses the other three to Zevran; they both poured each one on their blades. Aenna breathed, but not as deeply as she wanted, fearing that if she did she would throw up and blow their surprise attack.
In seconds they are rushing into the chamber. The sound of blades cutting through flesh and the smell of magic filled the air. As Aenna severed another darkspawn's head, she turned her attention towards the enormous ghoul at the side of the chamber opposite from her. She poured another bottle of concentrated deathroot extract as she ran towards it, her blades now poised to severe at least one of its tentacles if not its head. She spun on the balls of her right foot to avoid one of its tentacles that is protruding from the ground; she used her momentum to strike the broodmother's midsection, a huge gash now decorated her greyish flesh. Its screech filled the chamber, its tentacles flailing. Aenna's memory of the battle blurred into the sound of steel meeting steel and of blades cutting through flesh with ease.
The slight tang of gas in the air filled Aenna's nose. She looked at the large figure helplessly defending itself against Zevran's unending barrage of strikes and Wynne's spells. She knew from experience that the broodmother is nearing death and is starting to discharge the nauseous gas in an attempt to save itself. Aenna produced and threw two acid flasks at the darkspawns that were charging towards her and Crescent. She then focused her attention towards the enormous ghoul in front of them and leapt with her blades angled towards its head. With one swift motion, Aenna cut through the broodmother's neck, separating its head from its obese body.
The head dropped clean off its shoulders with a sickening splat; Aenna lost her footing on the thing's shoulders and fell only to be caught by two familiar arms.
Aenna raised her eyes just enough to look into Zevran's eyes, still wild with adrenalin from the battle that just occurred. "You should be more careful my dear, it would be a terrible death for a commander such as yourself to die from falling off a broodmother's shoulder, yes?" He said as he helped Aenna to her feet.
Aenna smiled weakly, "That would be a terrible end indeed." Both Aenna and Zevran chuckled at her comment.
"We best get out of here," Wynne interrupted with a concerned look on her face. Aenna nodded in agreement and motioned towards the entrance of the cave, but even before she can take one step, her vision blackened, and her knees buckled under her. She can hear Wynne and Zevran's surprised gasps as she fell, their voice are so distant… everything faded.
It was almost midnight when Aenna is finally released from the fade's grasp judging by how high the moon has climbed.
She groaned at the slight pounding in her head. As she looked around she realized she's back in her room at Ostagar, Crescent sleeping beside her bed. She's now dressed in her nightgown. When she sat up Crescent's head shot up and looked at her. "Hey boy…" she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. The dog answered with a relieved bark. Crescent stood up, opened the door and went outside, moments later, Wynne, Zevran and a couple of servants came in with him.
"How are you feeling my dear?" Zevran asked as he seated at the edge of her bed.
"What in the maker's name happened?" Aenna asked instead of answering Zevrans question.
"You fainted," Wynne explained as she approached, a faint glow appeared on her hand as it hovered over Aenna's head then her belly. When Wynne pulled away, Aenna gave her a questioning gaze, but instead of explaining, Wynne asked her a series of questions about her health and the food that she has been eating.
"I admit, I've been feeling dizzy and often heave in the mornings these past weeks, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary." Aenna answers, eyes still throwing quizzical looks at Wynne who just nodded in reply. "I see…" Wynne said thoughtfully and continued, "When was the last time you've been with a man?"
Aenna felt heat rise to her cheeks, and both she and Zevran looked at Wynne, both shocked at the sudden question. "I-I h-have been with one man in my entire life… and as you might guess that was about 4 months ago…" Then realization hit her. She looked at Wynne's eyes, hoping to find the answers to the question resonating in her head. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, her jaws working to voice out her query, "A-am I?" she trailed off, her heart jumped at her throat the moment she thought of the possibility.
This isn't even supposed to be possible, well at least not with just two nights, especially because of the fact that they are both Grey Wardens. Zevran's eyes grew wide with yet another wave of shock, his gaze shifting from Aenna to Wynne and back again. Wynne nodded with a smile on her face, "Yes, you are with a child." But soon faded when she saw Aenna's reaction.
Aenna's eyes widened with disbelief. A grey warden having a child is barely possible, and the odds of two grey wardens… this has to be joke! "H-how can that be? A-Alistair said it's impossible-"
Wynne interrupted her and said, "Near impossible, but not completely impossible." Aenna's eyes lingered a moment longer, then her hand slid up to her belly.
"Are you quite sure about this Wynne? Is she really pregnant with Alistair's child?" Zevran asked, still stunned from Wynne's news.
"I'm quite certain, yes." Wynne answered both her and Zevran's gaze moved towards Aenna. At her side, Crescent gave a worried whine. Aenna was speechless; Alistair was so sure they wouldn't be able to conceive a child that they had to separate after he became king. She understood that the king will need an heir so she agreed no matter how hard it was. Yet here she is, pregnant with his child.
Realizing that the soon-to-be mother needed to be alone, Wynne gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder before ushering every one out of her room, giving her time to process the news, leaving her and Crescent alone. Aenna's eyes went to her side table; she reached inside one of its drawers and fished out her small, leather-bound journal. She opened its pages and revealed a slowly withering red rose. She gingerly touched it, astonished that the flower still has its rich crimson color despite being tucked between the pages of her journal for so long.
She let out a sigh; she could feel the weight of her mixed emotions on her chest. She needed to go away for now, and she knew exactly where to go.
Without another word Aenna stood up and reached for her pack then started to stuff it with clothes, poultices and poisons just in case she'll need them. She quickly dressed in her leather armor that isn't adorned with the Warden-commander's insignia and strapped her daggers at her back. She flung her coat and her pack over her shoulders. She turned towards her mabari and knelt in front of him. "What do you say boy, care to accompany me on my little visit?" she asked him as she scratched the back of Crescent's ear. He answered with a cheerful bark then licked her palm.
Both she and Crescent snuck out of Ostagar and vanished into the shadows of the night.
It has been two weeks since they have left Ostagar. Aenna's belly has started to grow over the weeks, her once flat abdomen-now larger-indicating the small life inside of her; she has swapped her leather armor for lighter dresses, deciding it would be best if she wears lighter clothing until the baby is born. She smiled as she tenderly caressed her bulging belly, knowing that it will start to kick soon. At the back of all the happiness she's feeling there is sadness… She is a grey warden above all else, her life is dedicated to protect Thedas from the darkspwans, and having a child means her attention and devotion will be torn between her child and her duty. Most of all, both of the child's parents have tainted blood in them, she doesn't know how this will affect the child's health and well-being. She released a weary sigh, if Alistair knew that she'll bear him a child, an heir, they would've never separated. Then it dawned on Aenna, this child is the son of a king, well sure yes an illegitimate child but a prince nonetheless… power hungry nobles could try and use him as a pawn to further their ambition. This child's true identity must never be known in the queen's court. The fact that this child is half elven will earn him enough condemnation already, and the last thing this child needs is to be called a bastard prince.
Crescent nudged Aenna on her arm which broke Aenna's train of thoughts. With a sigh and a weary smile, Aenna gave her most loyal and trusted companion a pat then pulled herself to her feet. Their destination is just three hours away; they'd be in Denerim soon. She draws her hood up to hide her face. There were times when being the Warden Commander could be a pain. Everyone knew your name and face and so where ever you went someone wanted to thank you for saving their life or wanted to ask you something, some wanted recruited, simply put, traveling discreetly wasn't one of the Warden Commander's perks. The last thing Aenna wants is her companions and the wardens coming here to get her. This is something she must do personally, without drawing too much attention to herself, especially after her realization.
The bustling market district of Denerim is back to its usual life, you'd never guess that this is where the archdemon has attacked and where it was killed. Aenna's face saddened at the memory, and it made her look up at the tower where the archdemon was struck down by the warden king. Fort Drakon has already been repaired like most of the establishments in the city. When tears threatened to fall, she averted her gaze and went on her way. The fort isn't the reason she's here.
Aenna didn't enter through the front entrance, since she knew there'd be guards there. Favoring a less conspicuous entrance, she entered through the side entry built for such reasons. The warm sunlight and the scent of roses welcomed her as she stepped inside a garden-like area. One would easily mistake this as one of the castle's private grounds, but Aenna knew exactly what this place was. Crescent settled near a bench at the side of a marbled pathway as she made her way towards a golden statue of the late king of Ferelden (in plate armor with the insignia of the wardens and the royal crown on his head) where his urn is placed. Aenna ran her fingers along the intricately carved phrase on the stone just below the statue's support structure.
'Defender of the People'
King Alistair Therin: The Warden King
She felt tears run down her cheeks, tears that were left unshed before now flowing freely from Aenna's eyes. Her shoulders trembled and her breath hitched as she tried to muffle her noise. She missed him so much; they haven't even spoken to each other since they separated the night of the landsmeet. Everything happened too fast, she didn't have the chance to show him how much she loved him, that she- no matter what- would always be there for him. And as if to slap her across the face, Queen Anora gave her the title of Hero of Ferelden. She has always hated that title, she doesn't deserve such honor, if anyone is to be called a hero, it should be Alistair. He was the one who sacrificed his life for all of Ferelden.
Now, she is heavy with his child. Grief enveloped her, she knows her child will never have the chance of knowing his father, and Alistair will never know of his child, will never be able to hold him or fuss around like new fathers always do when the baby cries. She will never see Alistair's expression as he holds her child, their child in his arms.
She looked up at the cold, metal statue of the man she loved, the man she still loves. Its features almost identical to Alistair, its lips curled up to mirror his warm smile, just like the one he gave her in his final moments. His eyes were filled with contentment, it shone with love and care and oddly, with happiness. Memories of their time during the blight ran through her, times when they would jest, times when she'd just watch with amusement as Morrigan and Alistair argued, laughed her arse off when she, Alistair and Zevran placed a bet whether Zev can flatter Morrigan or not, as it turned out, he really is a master with words that even Morrigan fell for it. Aenna smiled at the memory then, small and a bit fragile, but it was the first smile that really had happiness and fondness in it. Her hand lifted to rest on her belly. Alistair wouldn't want the mother of his child weeping for his sacrifice anymore, especially now that her depression might affect the child. She can almost hear him worrying about her health and trying his best to come up with good jokes just to make her laugh.
With that in her mind, Aenna felt the heavy burden of guilt and grief that loomed over her heart for months lift from her shoulders. This child is Alistair's final gift, when he left; he left behind a piece of himself, a common thread both he and Aenna share. This child bound them together even beyond the veil and death. Her eyes lifted again to rest upon the golden statue of the man that will forever hold her heart.
Alistair may not be physically here with her, and will never be there physically when his child is born, but deep in her heart she knows, that somewhere beyond the veil, he will watch over them both. Their child is a wonderful and unexpected gift in all these dark times and chaotic battle against the remaining darkspawns that will never end. "Something beautiful amidst all the chaos and darkness…" Aenna smiled as she gently caressed her growing belly, her heart remembered Alistair's words better than her mind. She stood up as Crescent approached her, shoulders squared, determination now replaced her grief.
Aenna gave the immortalized figure of her beloved one last glimpse before she pulled her hood up to hide her features and made her way back to Ostagar, ready to face her future with her and Alistair's son.
"In death comes new life…" Aenna muttered in elven language, a hand placed protectively on her belly as she and Crescent once again disappeared into the bustling noise of Denerim.
A/N: There you have it~! I hope that wasn't too farfetched, the ending isn't quite how I wanted it to be but it still turned out ok. The next chapter will be updated soon. Anyways, thanks for reading and wish you'd continue reading till the last chapter~! ^^
Note: Again, I have my beta, Just A Million Rain Drops to thank for her help in this fic (^W^)