Author: Revan-sama.
Game: Dragon age origins.
Characters/pairings: Female Warden x Alistair, Female Warden x Zevran, Male Warden x Morrigan, Male Warden Leliana.
Summary: A former templar grey warden who is destined to be a king, a former Antivan assassin, a witch of the Korcari wilds, a former Orlisian bard who became a Chantry lay sister. All different people, with different views and opinions...yet...
their feelings toward their leader is the only thing that united them together against the blight.
Title: The origin of four feelings.
When I wake up in the morning, my body feel heavy, warm and strange, because of the ale I drank last night.
With a swelled innocent head, I think of you...
-Origin of first feeling: First Knight-
Loneliness has always followed him.
Be it a Grey warden filled with horrible nightmares, of darkspawn and Archdemon.
Or being a helpless bastard child without having a real family.
Always choosing for him, always taking his fate in others hands. It made him undecidable and weary of life.
It made him sick. Thinking about living as a templar.
He liked the training, it required lots of disciplines and concentration. He wasn't bad at it and liked it...like an innocent naive fool...
Until he saw what it truly mean to be a templar.
She was around his age...a young mage, confident in her abilities.
It was her time for the harrowing, she was prepared for this...yet...vanity was stronger than her.
Or more likely...the demon was stronger than her.
She was slay faster than he had time to blink.
And when he asked if there was not another solution for that girl, the older templars laughed at his naivety.
Disgusting...sick...ill mentality...
He hated this and wanted nothing more than leave.
Duncan probably saw it and saved him from such an unwanted fate.
Not only did he recruited him into the Grey wardens but he gave him the choice.
Yes...Duncan saved him...
But it was HER who gave him freedom.
The new recruit...
She was a mythical creature like a unicorn or a dragon because she could not be understood.
She was beyond beautiful like an elf, her soul was filled with nobility, she was strong like a dwarf,
was as intelligent as a mage and had the humility of a commoner.
She was a legend that would never die.
Even if the morrow was barren of promises.
He wanted nothing more than be with her.
This is not need.
This is not lust.
This is pure simple love, and the actions that spawn from it are inevitable, uncontrollable.
Pure, untainted love.
Something that could never be broken.
A relationship based on trust, on faith.
Something that should be cherished.
Pure innocence.
Born out of darkness.
She cried. She cried softly like a child, his face conveying his regret as he cupped her face in his hands, Kissing her lips as a farewell.
She could tell that he felt her pain, for his own eyes were welling up with tears.
They were shimmering liquid brown, and in them was a promise that no matter what happen he would always be there...
Even if it wasn't the way she wanted.
To become the dew that filled the lands.
To spare the skies, the seas, the peoples of Ferelden.
And more than anything her, his most precious.
He offer his sacrifice.
Not for duty.
But for love.
NEXT CHAPTER: -Origin of second feeling: Easy lover-