Rage-
There was one thing keeping her alive, one thing kept her fighting and walking in the dark, one thing that prevented her spirit from sinking again and kept her going. It was not that she wanted to live, -in truth, she didn't care- it was that she didn't want to give Bhelen the satisfaction of her death. No. She would stay alive just to fuck him. She would stay alive because dying would be like surrendering to him, give the spoiled child what he wanted just because he was screaming louder. No. Gudrun wouldn't do that. She would stay alive and look for the Grey Wardens in the Deep Roads even if it took her months, even if she had to survive eating spiders. Sod the blighter. And sod Trian too. Gudrun blinked several times.
The Deep Roads, how polite of Bhelen. It would've been easier for him to make her 'hang herself' in her cell or choke with her own tongue. Clean work and much more practical. But he couldn't, oh no he couldn't; he was the poor victim, the dear torn-apart-by-sorrow brother, the loyal son. Son of a bitch. She would live, she would live and come back to him just to see the terror in his eyes. Damn right she would.
Gudrun crawled along the tunnel, paying attention to all the sounds, until she finally heard the growls of darkspawn not far from her. It shouldn't be difficult to avoid them, she'd just have to be silent… of course she'd never been very good at that, but at least there was no armour on her to make clanky noises. The dwarf crawled past a couple of genlocks, sheltered by the shadows, far away from their fire. She was going to make it, she was… bump. Something stepped on her. A hurlock. Damn my luck.
There was no time to think, only time to react. Gudrun jumped backwards and far away from the creature's blade, once in a safe distance, it wasn't hard for a skilled fighter like her to take down a single enemy. The problem was that the thing had howled and that alerted the other two genlocks. Gudrun ran and hid in the corner of a passage, waiting for the monsters to come. The first one appeared and she sank her blade in its skull. The other one was far from her reach, using the bow. An arrow pierced her arm and Gudrun growled. She had two options. Run towards the baster and end him, risking her life, or ran along the corridor to the end of the tunnel, where she could see some light. She was about to charge when a deep laugh echoed behind the genlock. More were coming, Gudrun had no way of knowing how many.
She ran along the passage and away from them, her arm burning. Was she never going to get used to that blasted pain? The laugh was closer, but the end of the passage was also closer. If only she knew what awaited at the end.
"Marek!"
What…?
An arrow passed above her and hit the genlock that had been chasing her. Gudrun looked up and saw… men. They were there after all. She wasn't alone in the fight. With that new thought, the dwarf turned around to face the laughing darkspawn and hit it with her shield, finally stabbing it dead. Dead. Just like Trian. She blinked several times before turning around and approaching the wardens.
"Lady Aeducan!"
There was Duncan, the man she'd met at the feast… ah just two days ago. It seemed like a lifetime. It was, in a way, since her previous life was over. Erased from the memories. Smart, Bhelen, very clever. I will strangle you with my own hands.
"Well, I think it's obvious I'm here to join the Grey Wardens." She spat, all noble education forgotten. "Could any of you get this sodding thing out of my arm, please?"
My first attempt to make a "long" story with several chapters in english! O.o Feel free to correct grammar, spelling and stuff like that.
This story will be focused on the plotline of Dragon Age Origins, since I played it recently and I really needed to get my emotions out somehow. I may change some tiny details though, have in mind that this is a story with multiple wardens.
Note: Marek is a random name for a random grey warden.