Darkness, that is what it felt like around her, complete and utter darkness wrapping around her like a ice cold blanket that was slowly stealing away all the light and warmth in the
world. From her cheek fell a single tear upon the crimson rose she clutched tight in her pale hands.
In a start she jolted up from her bed, hitting her head on the bed above her, "Ow……..ug." she rubbed her pounding head and sighed, "Just another crazy dream huh………what is with
that rose." lately she had been having strange dreams, of the templar who was kind to her when she was young, of her mother crying for her daughter leaving her, and images of
people she did not even known, one another templar it appeared just what she needed. Jowan poked his head down from his bed and looked concern, "Siffreya did you have another
one of those dreams? That's the third time this week."
Siffreya gave him a shut up look "Yes Jowan ……and thanks to your stupid bed I have a … is that a bump?" she walked over to the mirror in the bathroom, "Ow……" Jowan still following
her.
"Why not tell that old Wynn about your dreams maybe there something special you know like how an Andraste had them." He seemed very excited about that for some reason and
insisted on rattling on incessantly.
Siffreya grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to her level "Shut up Jowan or so help me I'll turn you into mage ash." That shut him up, "It's not like I'm scared to tell her it's
only I …what if they make me a tranquil, or worse…sides its only a dream. And I'm not that next Andraste okay! I'm a mage I was born a mage I'll die a mage and only my flees will morn
me." she said splashing her face with cold water.
"Well a person can hope I mean what if one day we where to escape this life in the circle find love and……" she splashed him with a cold blast of ice water.
"Quit your dreaming and wake up Jowan, come on its our turn for the lessons." She never dreamed of love, or hope she had long since hardened her heart to such fleeting emotional
attachments after watching her father died to save her.
"Surely you haven't given up on love have you Siffi, what you don't want some dashing princely characters like in the old stories to come and sweep you off your feet with a single red
rose. Oooh and then the brave knight must sacrifice himself for the fair maiden by slaying the foul dragon right." Jowan was being over the top in his arm movements and telling of the
tail on purpose to tease her.
She hit him with her pillow "I told you I don't believe in that sort of crap, and don't call me Siffi!" She then looked down at her pillow as she fluffed it, "Sides if you ask me anyone who
sacrifices themselves like for the person they really love is doing it not to save the one the love but to really save themselves the grief of being left behind." her eyes showed the sides
of one who had been hurt. "Enough of this crap come on lets go."
Despite how hard she had made her heart she never thought that it would be something like a blight that would both bring her together with a man she would not only fall in love with
but he would make her finally realize why her father sacrificed himself like he did all those years ago. As she looked back toward the gates of Denerim to gaze last time upon Alistair's
face as he gave orders to the men to defend themselves, she smiled as she ran off towards the tower.
A fierce roar bellowed out of the old god as it clutched its talons deep into the stones issuing a challenge to any who dare come. "There you are, now its time we end this once and for
all." She ran at full speed breaking from her group toward the beast. "I do this for you, so that you might find love again in a world I will bring into creation!" she leapt into the air as
high as she could and slammed her sword deep into the skull of the once old god. And as she felt the darkness crashing in crushing her body as she landed backwards onto the cold
stone bridge below, the warm blood touching her cooling skin. As the light slowly began to fade around her one last face, his face appeared above her. She could no longer hear his
voice it was like a faint echo to her now but his touch she could still feel the warmth of his skin and his tears upon her face. And one last thing what was it, she could not remember now
it was faint and soft as it laid there in her hand. It was the broken petals of the rose he gave her long ago, scattered now across her body as she lay still upon the ground.