His blades swung around in a deadly arc. He hung close to her, his love. Emiline. The others were anxious, and it unnerved Zevran. He had a terrible feeling something was going to go wrong, and he did not like it. So he danced around her, slashing darkspawn down, leaving a ring of corpses as Emiline cast her spells at the archdemon. His limbs were weary, but he did not notice. He bled from several wounds, but he did not care. For Zevran loved her, dammit.
Emiline was not going to die like Rinna.
Never again would someone he cared for fall because of his failures.
'Twas an exhausting battle. The archdemon did not want to die that day, that was for certain. The Dalish elves had been called upon by Emiline Amell, and they helped. Arl Eamon and several others had arrived, as well; they kept the darkspawn hordes at bay so that Morrigan and the Gray Warden could attack the dragon with their spells.
But she was distracted, Morrigan. One of them would die to kill the archdemon…
And she had a sinking feeling in her gut it would not be Alistair.
The archdemon had almost fallen. It gave a cry, slinking its head lower and lower. It glared at them in defiance. Alistair prepared to run and take the killing blow. It was he, after all, who had refused to do the Dark Ritual with Morrigan; Emiline would not die from his decisions.
It seemed she had other plans in mind, though.
Zevran lay on the ground, dazed. He could see Morrigan and Alistair next to him… frozen? He became aware that something was very, very wrong. He looked around for Emiline desperately. Please don't be dead. Don't be gone.
There.
She was standing up, a distance away from him, closer to the archdemon. Emiline turned. Their eyes met, his full of desperation and relief, hers full of undying love. He could hear Morrigan and Alistair breaking free as her spell weakened. She cast it again, covering him this time.
His mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out.
Zevran can see her. She blows him a kiss, and then turns back. She runs towards the archdemon, picking up a sword from off the ground. And she ran. Ran towards the dragon. It snarled at her. But Emiline did not stop. She jumped, stabbing the sword deep into its neck. It gave a bloodcurdling cry.
Her spell shattered.
At once, Zevran, Morrigan, and Alistair ran forward. But it was too late. The sword had sunk in already; the legendary Gray Warden, the hero of Ferelden, had struck the killing blow.
A loud crack split the air. The archdemon's body glowed with brilliant light, surrounding the Gray Warden. She forced the sword deeper into its neck, although it looked like a very hard thing to do.
Morrigan and Alistair were shouting her name, trying to call her back, get her to let go, do something, but he was silent. He ran forwards, instead. But to his horror, something pushed his back. He couldn't tell if it was her last message telling him to leave her, or simply the magic from the dragon repelling him. He could only watch as the light vanished. He could only watch as she turned towards him slowly, a loving smile on her face.
He could only watch as the love of his life died collapsed towards him, arms outstretched, and fell onto the ground before him.