(MIGHT BE SOME SPOILER ALERTS!)

Hello! This will be my very first Dragon Age fan fiction. It takes place after the blight and the warden (in this case named Faye) has sacrified herself to save Ferelden. To read this it probably requiers you to have some kind of knowledge about Dragon Age because I am refering to it quite alot, although some things might be off. For instance; I am very much aware that Dragon Age dosen't really have a "heaven or hell". They have the fade and the Golden City (but that was destroyed and jada jada jada). But for this novel to work there need to be a heaven (and a hell for that matter), so in this novel there is a heaven and a hell.

And I just wanted to say that you keep in mind that English is not my first language, Swedish is, and i haven't written a lot in English. So English grammar and spelling might be wrong somewhere. But just have patient with me. I am a fast learner and everytime I write in English I think I become better at it. And I would love you to comment on my mistakes and so, but please don't be too harsh, I cry easily (just kidding hehe).

But yeah, thats about it! I hope you like it, if not... To bad, because I had such a fun time writing it! :D

Prologue

His fingers were digging through the last of the dirt that piled on top of the coffin. He had been digging for almost an hour, first with a shovel and then with his hands. He was afraid that the sharp edge of the shovel would in some way injure the casket in which his beloved laid. She had been laying there for almost a week and even though he would never admit it, Alistair was quite afraid of the state her body could be in.

Morrigan was standing just a few inches from the grave that Alistair had dug up. She had barley moved since he started and she followed the young king's moves closely. Even though she left the party, promising never to return, she could not say no to the red-eyed Alistair, who had fought his way to find her, putting his own coronation on hold. He had plead, and she had bowed. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and the black hair was up in her ordinary tidy hairdo. She had never done this before, brining someone back. Even though she had seen her mother do it a few times and she knew exactly how it was suppose to be performed, she was scared that something could gone wrong. But she did not show this, of course. To Alistair she was as calm as ever.

The graveyard was empty and dark. Nothing was heard except the whispering sound of trees moving in the wind. Alistair had gather the rest of the old party. All of them was there; Leliana, Wynne, Sten, Oghren, even Faye's trustful mabari was there. Everyone but Zevran, who had left the party a long time ago. Morrigan was the only one who knew what the real purpose of the reunion, Alistair had told everyone else that he needed help to calm the situations around Ferelden. No one had truly believed him, but after seeing how destroyed he had been after the blight, no one had the heart to turn him down.

All of a sudden Alistair's fingers hit something hard. He stopped his movements and started very gently to brush away the dust that was left. He could feel the shape of a rectangular metallic sign, and while his fingers slowly moved over the letters written on it, he could begin to distinguish what it said:

"In here lies Faye Cousland – the Hero of Ferelden"

Alistair's heart skipped a beat. He stood still, reading the small text over and over again, until he looked up at Morrigan. Their eyes met for a brief second, before Morrigan turned her head away.

"Get her up." she said, harshly, and started walking a few steps away from the grave so there would be room for Alistair to do his work.

Alistair swallowed his nerves and his last little bit of doubt. There was no turning back now. He moved so that he could open the lid of the casket. Inside it looked like time had stopped. She looked just as he remembered, just a bit pale. She was wearing the dress of a noble woman, even though Alistair knew she rather would have been buried in her armour. The brown hair laid softly on her shoulders and the dark, long eyelashes rested smoothly on her freckly cheeks. The hands was neatly folded on her stomach and she laid on a bed of white silk. Alistair felt like crying, a week of longing was finally to an end.

He carefully wrapped his arms around her body, pulling the silk she was laying on around her as if he was afraid she would get cold when they got up over ground. At first this reminded him of all those times he carried her around before. There was for instance those endless times where they would be playing around; Chasing each other while travelling from city to city, and every time he caught her he would lift her up in his arms and tickle her until she begged for mercy. Morrigan hated when they did that, as did probably the rest of the party.

Then he realised how limp and cold she felt, pressed against his body and he remembered how she had sacrificed herself to kill the Archdemon. He closed the casket, using his foot and climbed on top of it, so that he could carefully push Faye's body over the ground. Then he grabbed the edge on the other side and smoothly pulled himself up.

Morrigan had been coming back, and she sat on her knees beside Faye. Alistair turned around and moved around the grave, to close up next to her.

This is not good, Alistair. she said and looked up at him. She has been dead for a long time now. There are consequences of bringing someone back, you do know that?

"I don´t care." said Alistair, sounding more secure than he actually felt. "I want her back, I need her back."

He didn't care if it sounded selfish. It was the truth. To become a king, he needed her by his side. To live a normal life, he needed her by his side. Those days after her death and after her funeral had been the worst in his life. Every second felt like a lifetime, every move he made felt wrong. He needed her, and she needed him where ever she was. He knew that for sure.

Do you understand that even if we are able to bring her back, it probably won't the same Faye?

Morrigan lifted one of her eyebrows as she looked straight into Alistair's face. Why that stupid Cousland girl ever would have rejected the ritual she was offered on the night before the battle will Morrigan never know. She was offered a way out, but she did not take it. If that isn't stupidity, what is? Even if Morrigan wanted to hate Faye she couldn't. Faye had been a good friend and Morrigan had always known that Faye had her back. When she promised to leave and never return that night before the end of the blight, Morrigan had actually felt something. She regretted that she had let someone so close into her life. She regretted that she had loved Faye as a friend and that she now would have to forget her. But this, bringing her back, it couldn't be right. But a promise was always a promise, and she had promised Alistair to at least try.

But chances are that it's the same Faye, and I'm willing to take that chance. Alistair said as his eyes were moving across Faye's pale, lifeless face. Please Morrigan, I need her back.

Morrigan sighed and turned her head to Faye. There was no talking him out of this one. She nodded and slowly pulled down the cloth of silk from Faye's body. Alistair stood still, watching the fabric slip off Faye's slim body. Then Morrigan slowly started to mumble, in a foreign language Alistair never heard before. She moved her hands over Faye's chest, around the area of her heart. Even if he wanted he could not bring himself to look away. Morrigan's voice became louder and all of a sudden she reached for a small knife that she was hiding in one of the folds in her skirt. She put the knife against her wrist and slit them. Blood magic. Alistair had probably not expected anything else, but he was still a bit scared when it came to forbidden magic.

Morrigan's voice became even louder, she almost shouted and the blood pored down into the open air, but did not hit Faye's body. And then, all of a sudden, Faye's body started twitching. Her head moved from side to side and her hands grasped the silk cloth underneath her. Alistair held is breath and wanted to interfere, but he couldn't move. It looked like Faye was in pain. But then, just as sudden as she had start moving, Faye stopped. She lied still, whit her hands on the side of her body, her head slightly turned to the right. And everything was quiet. Morrigan sat still, with her eyes closed. The air seemed to have stopped moving because the trees did not make a sound any more. There was nothing to be heard, Alistair didn't even hear his own breaths or the heavy beating of his heart.

But then a loud, heart-rending cry broke the silence. Faye's head had been moved to the centre and her eyes had flown up. She pushed her upper body up, using her underarms, as she gasped for air, staring into the dark sky above them. She looked terrified.

Morrigan collapsed on her side, breathing heavily and with her uninjured hand around the deep scar that had formed on her right wrist she was stopping the blood that poured out. Faye's head fell to her side again and she closed her eyes. At first Alistair was scared that the whole thing was for nothing, and that she did not survive after all. But then he realised that she had fainted. He fell to his knees next to them and slowly touched her cold cheek with his fingertips. His eyes went blank and a small smile of ease spread across his lips.

Well, there you have her. said Morrigan when she recovered from most of the exhaustion.

Alistair pulled his hand away from Faye, and turned his head in Morrigan's direction. He looked down to her wrist and came quickly to his senses.

Are you okay? he said and tore a long bit of cloth from his shirt, which he then wrapped around Morrigan's wrist. Morrigan would have objected but she was too tired to resist.

I´ll be fine. she said instead and looked down at Faye's, now breathing, body. You need to get her back to camp. As fast as possible.

The camp was not far from the graveyard. The others was sleeping, except for Sten who kept watch. He had thought that Alistair and Morrigan wanted to pay their respects to Faye when they where that close to the grave, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Are you going to get back on your own?" said Alistair as he hurried to once again pull the silk cloth around Faye's body before he lifted her up in her arms and stood up.

"Just for once, Alistair, listen to me. You need to get her back to the camp as fast as possible. Give her water and lay her close to the fire. I'll be fine, just go."

Alistair nodded and turned around. He knew Morrigan could take care of herself. As he walked fast over the silent graveyard he instinctively pulled Faye's sleeping body against his chest. He tried to keep his eyes in front of him, even though the only thing he wanted to do was to look into her face for hours, kissing her lips and holding her close. He moved fast through the forest that separated the graveyard from the rest of the world. Faye had started shivering and mumbling as if she was in some kind of fever dream. Alistair started to become worried again, what if she wasn't the same? He bit the inside of his lower lip and increased his steps.

Soon enough they reached the camp. Sten sat next to the fire, in the middle of all the tents. He poked at the embers with a stick, and it wasn't before Alistair almost stood next to him that he realised that he was carrying someone. Sten stood up and stared with his dark eyes on his blond companion.

"What have you done?" Sten asked.

Alistair did not listen. He laid Faye next to the fire, on a small bedding which Wynne used to sit on when it was her turn to keep watch during the night. It was the softest. He grabbed the silk and pulled it a bit looser around her. She was still shivering, but she had stop her mumbling. Alistair stood on his knees besides her and slowly touched her cheek with his hand. She looked so fragile, not at all as she used to out on the battlefield. She was the one the darkspawns feared, not him.

"Vashedan, what have you done?" Sten repeated, moving closer to him so that he could see if it really was Faye that laid on the ground in front of him.

Yet again Alistair didn't answer, he barley could hear Sten. He was to occupied making sure that Faye was okay, or as okay as she could be. He reached for the sack of water Sten had next to his seat and put his hand on Faye's cheek, and then slowly tried to lift her head up so that he could place the sack to her lips and very slowly pour water in her mouth. As a result, Faye started coughing and opened her eyes. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Alistair and Faye's eyes met.

Sten became silent as he closely followed the event. And even though he had missed the Grey Warden and often wondered why she had sacrificed herself, he could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.