Author's note: Yes, the beginning is a bit cliche, I didn't know what else to do.
Kirkwall was in mourning. Kirkwall citizens, sobbing bitterly, marched the streets in a sea of black , following the marble casket. The sky echoed the city and became dark and water began to fall out of the sky. Merrill put her hand on the casket, looking down, crying harder than anyone in the city.
Tobias Hawke, her love and only supporter, was dead. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, because no one was there to help her. Her companions were either elsewhere or dead, even Isabela and Varric were out of reach. Merrill was the one that brought Hawke's dead body to Kirkwall.
"May the Maker rest Hawke's soul at his side..." A priest spoke.
Merrill didn't bother to listen, she didn't care. The raindrops trikled down her face as she looked to the sky.
"Why Creators?" Merrill squeaked. "Why?"
The funeral was complete and Hawke's body was put into a tomb fit for a king. Themourners marched off to their homes, only Merrill remained. She put a hand on Hawke's cold coffin.
"What am I going to do, Hawke?" She sobbed, sprawling herself on the marble. "What am I going to do without you?"
Days passed, mourners leaving flowers and even food for Merrill came and went. Merrill just stayed atop Hawke's coffin, crying. No one said anything to her, for her sorrow was the greatest they have ever seen. A month passed. One little girl finally spoke up.
"Lady Merrill?" she whispered to her.
Merrill looked up to see a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes. Merrill sniffled, trying to stop crying for no one had spoken to her for a month.
"Yes?" Merrill squeaked.
"I don't think Lord Hawke would want you to stay like this. Mama told me once everyone should move on, find somewhere else to call home." The little girl replied.
"Mia! Come here!" a woman called.
"Goodbye, Lady Merrill." Mia spoke, she curtsied and followed her mother.
Merrill stopped crying and thought. What good was it to stay here? There's nothing left, but where would she go? Then it hit her, she could use the Eluvian. Her legs were wobbly after not standing for so long, and she walked down to Kirkwall, to her house.
The mirror stood there, proud and sheeted in dust. Merrill took her knife and slit her hand. The pain was terrible, but paled in comparison to loosing Hawke. She casted the blood towards the mirror and it glowed. A purple swirl replaced the glass.
"I'm ready."
Then she jumped into the mirror.
Merrill loved Legolas with half of her heart, but the other half was in fear of being controlled... Aoi knew that wasn't right.
"I hope the new Merrill picks this dimension." She said to herself.
Author's note: Yes, yes the first chapter's supposed to suck. The funny stuff will happen in chapter two, please review and I invite creative critisism, just don't be mean.