Silence. That is all that fell over the stone clad battlefield. The many faces of the companions of the Inquisitor now slowly rose from the dust of the stone castle waiting to be greeted by their hero, their savior….. but none came.
Striding up the stone steps deeper and deeper into the castle that held the very evil that shook the world to near annihilation they were all soon greeted by the crouching bodies of the three companions that ventured forth into danger with the very Inquisitor. But soon what was at first happy faces at victory soon shifted into worried glances as they three crouched with looks of absolute misery as they all stared sown at one single body.
The Inquisitor, lying there motionless in the dirt with the given up postures of those around her. It was clear to see by the way her body remained still free of any rising and falling of her chest…. That she was gone. Gasps rolled through the approaching group followed by cries of dismay and pain at the loss of their great leader and Herald.
But it wasn't until a voice boomed out forcing those to part out of his way leading straight to the pale body of the Inquisitor did everyone once again fall silent. There standing with his face a torrent of emotions and of unspeakable words did stand the Commander staring down at his lost lover. No one did think that closing this breach would claim the life of the Inquisitor…. The last atrocity of Corypheus they all called it.
But no one dared speak as the man fell to his knees his emotions falling into one single emotion…. Sadness, utter sadness. His hand shakily reached out to gently raise the woman hoping to feel some kind of sign of life but instead was greeted with a coldness that stung like no mountain high wind. Instantly he broke down into nothing as he begun to sob now bringing the dead woman into his arms. Crying and pleading for this to be not true, for his love to wake up in his arms and reprimand him for showing such weakness, or for her to call out to him one last time utter need. He needed that…. And he pleaded for that desperately before burying his face in the soft yet damp curls atop her head now rocking back and forth falling from that high horse he had carried himself on for so long.
"W….why….?! Why couldn't it have been me! Wh-y!" The Commander's cries reached the entire crowd as they all silently cried and mourned for their fallen hero, comrade….. their fallen Inquisitor.
Yeah... a one-shot I wrote about the Inquisitor actually dying in the end.
The feels that I personally got from writing this was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much to handle.
Now off to fill myself with good endings :D
~Dani