"Shepard. Commander!" Shepard heard Admiral Hackett say.
"I- What do you need me to do." She said painfully.
"Nothing's happening. The Crucibles not firing. It's got to be something on your end." Shepard struggled to get to the nearby console. She had watched Anderson die, and the Illusive Man kill himself. Now, Shepard was the only person that could stop the Reapers from wiping out all life in the galaxy.
"Commander Shepard!" Hackett yelled.
Shepard grasped at the console "I don't see- I'm not sure how to…" With that, she collapsed. The last she heard was Hackett say her name, almost in question.
A storm was brewing. Morrigan could feel it. Her six year old child was sleeping, not knowing what it was to become. His body, containing an Old God, was showing signs of power, but not enough to worry the child. However, with the storm coming, she should tell her boy and begin training him to use his powers without destroying Thedas in the process. But, for now she would let him rest. She figured she could use some rest too. But before that, she had to do something. She left her hut into the Korcari Wilds. She crossed the marsh to the area where her child would play. In between two trees, she dug slightly. She found a small gold box. When she opened it, she saw a ring shaped in a twisted loop of rosewood. The dwarven Grey Warden Commander had one exactly the same. She hoped he still had it anyway. She picked it up an slipped in on her middle finger. A tear came to her eye. She wiped it away. She then closed the box and reburied it. She returned to the hut.
Commander Shepard had made it. She was one step closer to stopping the Reaper threat. Now she just had to make the hardest decision in her entire career. Would she Destroy the Reapers, and all synthetic life in the galaxy? Or would she Control the Reapers? She could also put together organic and synthetic life, in a Synthesis. She had decided. She had run towards the Control rods. When she was there, she grabbed the rods. She watched in horror as her body dissolved. Her thoughts were overwhelming. She had full control of the Reapers. Suddenly, the thoughts pulled out. Her memories were dissolving now. She tried pulling away from the rods, but her hands were stuck. More memories were destroyed. Now she only remembered the last few minutes. Even still, those were disappearing. An echoing bass voice trembled in her head.
"YOU ARE OURS NOW!"
And then she was gone.