Dragon Age: Parables
Written by Prism Elf
Parables: moral or religious story-a short simple story intended to illustrate a moral or religious lesson.
Of Arrows and Dead Gods
She drew her bowstring back and fired.
Thang! Thud!
The arrow sunk deep into the wooden dummy's head.
"Tee, not bad, elfy, but watch this." Sera pulled back her weapon and followed suit only the arrow spilt the practice dummy's head in half. "See now that's how it's done."
Adessa Lavellan snorted and stooped to retrieve another arrow. "That was a practice shot only, Sera."
"Could've fooled me." She shrugged fitting another arrow to her bowstring.
"I've been shooting bows since I was five years old." Adessa stated drawing the bow back toward her cheek.
"Well, goodie for you, some of us didn't have that luxury of learning whatever they wanted. Some us learned to survive. You know," Sera released her shot the arrow thunking into the practice dummy's crotch.
Adessa grinned. The shot was good, but not nearly good enough for Sera's normal shooting. She had found her weakness. Adessa pulled back and just as she released her bow jerked downward, her arrow embedding itself into the target's support pole.
"Ahaha, I win. I win!" Sera exclaimed dancing in a little circle her arms above her head.
"That was a dirty trick." Adessa said moving to remove the arrows from the dummies.
"No dirtier than what you were trying to do. Trying to get in my head and all that. Don't think I didn't notice." Sera shook her head. "Enough bad sorts out there try that, don't need supposed friends fuckin' it up."
Adessa raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you let that kind of thing bother you."
"What that you are all elfy like and what not? No, that's not it. It's the high mighty stuff that's real annoyin'. Don't care much for that I don't.
"I got that." Adessa smiled. "But you should be aware that enemies might figure that out as well. Your enemies could figure it out."
"You mean, they want to be messing around in my head, creepin up in there like little bugs rootin around. Whispering oddities in my ears. No, thank you. I expect from it them, but from you it's all nicey, nicey shit and then BLAM. Hit where it hurts." Sera knelt pulling her arrow from the crotch of the dummy.
"I get it, but it is something to think about."
"Nope, don't need to think, just need to smack your bow. You lose. Game over." Sera laughed as she pulled the arrow free. "Now the dummy's got a pee hole. Oh, that's good, I think I might be able to use that."
Sera started away rambling about winning and losing games and pee holes. Adessa smiled. This was only a part of her Skyhold. She looked up into the scaffolding and ramparts currently being rebuilt. She was amazed at the sheer scope of it. And it was the Inquisition's. Better yet it was hers. She had never dreamed about it before. She had always seen herself in the forest—hunting and scavenging what she could for the winter. Those days seemed like a distance past of someone else's life.
A figure stood at one of the balconies peering down into the courtyard where her and Sera had been playing their game, she squinted trying to tell who it was.
Sharply pointed ears, a bald head, and a hand placed ponderously to his full mouth—Solas. She smiled and waved up at him. Even from her position on the ground she could see him blinked in surprise and he gave a half-hearted wave back before turning and heading back into the Keep proper.
How long has he been watching me? She wondered. A smile curled the edge of her lips at the thought of him watching her. Why did she find herself attracted to the strange man? He was wise and sweet on his good days, but she had seen that dark brooding side too. There was an anger and sadness in him that she just couldn't get. She had never felt drawn to another person so much.
In Haven, she had sought him out because he was another elf in a sea of humans. Her clan had associated with humans and was on friendly terms, but that didn't mean she was completely comfortable around them. She had seen the way the humans looked at her when she had first appeared in Haven. She had heard the rumors even now.
She had simply sought him out because he was an elf. She had wanted that familiarity. But Solas had surpassed her imaginings. He didn't care for the Dalish way of thinking, not their way of life just their mindset. He had opened his eyes to the possibility of the Dalish having gotten it wrong had never crossed her mind. She was learning to judge people based on their actions, not by their race.
Humans had named her Inquisitor. They believed her to be the Herald of Andraste. She snorted as she placed her bow and quiver back on the training weapons rack. She wasn't the human prophet's herald. She didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't who everyone believed she was. She was just a simple Dalish girl, who happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. She hadn't asked to be hero. She hadn't asked to be here. Yet, here she was.
After Haven she could have left, she could have walked away back to her clan, but she hadn't. Corypheus had to be stopped. She was the only who could stop him. She wasn't being arrogant, just truthful. She wouldn't be Inquisitor otherwise.
"It has been a long time since humans have raised one of our people to such a place of power." Solas' voice echoed in her thoughts. Could she lead these people? She wasn't certain. But she knew one thing was certain she defiantly wasn't the chosen of some dead prophet to a silence human god.
Hello all! Well I'm back for a little while. I've been sitting on writing this fanfiction for Dragon Age story since I've finished Dragon Age: Inquisition. This story will follow Adessa Lavellan and be little slips of moments not in the game, but take place between scenes or behind the scenes much in the same manner as my Mass Effect 3 fanfiction. Thanks for reading and I will try to update regularly. Rated 'M' for language, violence and sexual content later on.
