The last thing Zevran saw before he died was his own dagger coming at him in a wide arc.
Was this supposed to be heaven? It looked just like Thedas. Like Denerim. And instead of the Alienage he was in front of the city's palace. The gate was open and it was rather inviting. Zevran hadn't been afraid of anything in his life, so why start now? No demons here to contend with.
He walked through the palace gates, he was greeted by a Mabari Hound. The dog was enthusiastic, bending low in the front and sticking his hind quarters in the air. Zevran stepped forward and the dog ran ahead. When Zevran stopped to study painting the hound growled.
"I suppose I'm supposed to follow you?" The dog barked as if he understood Zevran's question. The dog started walking again and Zevran followed. The palace wasn't beautiful in the Antivan sense. It was built like a fortress. The doors were made huge and heavy, mostly by oak or something other type of wood. The important doors had embellished designs, and were nice to look at. Zevran wasn't sure that the Fereldans had any concept of pretty designs on anything.
The dog led him to the throne room. There weren't many people gathered, just a few. There was a Quanari, a dwarf and three other humans. He recognized Alistair. In the throne, bathed in a torrent of light was a woman. She looked regal; like that throne had been made just for her. She had thick black hair that hung down her shoulders, against pale skin. Her eyes were golden, and warm. They reminded him of the honey that dripped off a spoon. They were also very familiar.
Alistair stood at the right side of the throne, and his hand was twined in what Zevran guessed to be the queen's hand. When she stood, Alistair held onto her. Like she might disappear if he let go. She gave Alistair a look and something passed between them. He nodded and let go of her.
The queen stepped down the stairs gracefully and when she stood in front of him he noticed tears in her honey eyes.
"Zevran. I've been waiting for you." She said softly, and hugged him. Zevran was awed at first, and then he let the queen hold him. He didn't question how she knew him or why she was so overjoyed to just hold him in her arms. It was much easier to just accept it. Because, in her arms he knew he had finally come home.
This is my what if story because after playing the Darkspawn Chronicles(for the second time, people it does not get any easier) I need to reassure myself that there's some sort of happiness at the end of the road for my companions. :(
Follows the lore of the red string of fate. It's headcanon that all of them are connected by the Warden. That if they didn't meet in life, there was always the afterlife. And however many lives after that.
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