Spoiler alert! Don't read if you don't want any clues on how Dragon Age: Origins ends.
First off disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age, character etc.
This story is written from Alistair POV, when he is in love with PC female warden. Although not specified I was thinking of my Dalish Elf character when writing this. I imagine this happening in-between the final battle end
cut-scene and the cut-scene where Alistair delivers his eulogy.
He saw it happen, watched the light pierce the heavens, heard the terrible scream of the arch-demon as it perished but most prominent of all he felt it in his heart. How do you describe the feeling as your love dies, the cold agony that takes over your soul? As the people around him looked to the light and began to cheer as the darkspawn began to flee, he could only offer a howl of misery to join the chorus.
It should have been him, not her, he should have insisted on going with her, however with all the fighting going on being left behind and what that implied escaped him. Thinking back on it now he should have been more vigilant, ever since he had accepted the throne and told her there was no future for them she had seemed different, like life no longer mattered to her. She had already died the day he left, he saw that now. Tears flowed from his eyes as he dropped his sword and shield and ran.
He ran through the ruins of Denerim passing soldiers and corpses by the dozen, guilt once again struck his heart as he saw all she had to battle through to even reach Fort Drakon. Oh Maker why had she not taken him with her, although in his heart he already knew the answer. Crying and panting he continued to run, he didn't know where he was going but his heart was following the call to her like a beacon.
Finally he made it to Fort Drakon, the darkspawn corpses lay thick on the ground here. The sky was still dark and the fires of ruin continued to burn, although great evil had been vanquished the world still mourned. As if to mimic his thoughts rain began to pour from the dark and foreboding sky, raining bitter tears onto the blood soaked earth. Walking slowly across the courtyard he could see three familiar figures emerge from the fort. The hulking figure of Sten, the enchanter Wynne and walking at knee height was her Mabari hound.
As he approached he saw, there in Sten's arms she laid, limp and pale, looking so fragile in his large arms. His heart felt crushed as waves of agony poured over him as he reached out for her. Sten seeing his intent stood still and he was grateful to the Qunari as he averted his gaze. His trembling fingers found her face and brushing wet tendrils of hair from her face he looked upon his fallen love. She was pale, so pale, the beautiful blush that normally brushed her cheeks was now gone replaced by deaths cold pallor. He continued to stroke down her face, gently touching her eyes, never again would they sparkle, tracing the lines of her lips, never again would she smile.
Reaching out he gently took her body from Sten and for a moment he could do nothing but press is face against hers, their embrace a mere sham, his mind tormenting him with memories. He could not contain it any more, the grief was too much, raising his face to the sky he screamed his pain and anguish, and the Mabari joined his grief ridden howl, their pain echoing across Denerim.