*I do not own Dragon Age: Origins, nor any of its content. I only embellish it.*
"And so is the Golden City blackened
With each step you take in my Hall
Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought Sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world"
-Canticle of Threnodie 8:13
Prologue
Here.
It is here that the fate of all of Ferelden will be decided.
An army underneath the quivering, black moon.
Nothing could have prepared them for this.
No one can deny the drops of sweat on each face, sliding down the chins of men, dwarves and elves alike.
No one can deny the terror they are about to face.
Before them, a city as corrupt and wicked as the Black city itself.
Fire and smoke plumed into the night sky.
Behold! A shining beacon, the night's only star.
The signal has been given.
The battle has begun.
