Chapter 2

A/N: Wow, it's been forever! And btw, in my stories, you will often see more than four party members at a time. That's just me. They all need to be in the party for it to work.

Just as the furious hound neared a large boulder surrounded by an area of bush, there was a pounding sound and out of the bush rose a gigantic, monstrous ogre.

"Maker's breath!" Leliana shrieked when she saw the huge creature.

It roared, and the normally fearless Mabari snarled angrily, accepting the challenge. The beast lowered its massive head and charged.

Kallian jumped back in an attempt to avoid being hit and though she lost her balance and had the wind knocked out of her for a moment it was better than being impaled by the beast's massive horns.

She looked around for her companions. She saw everyone else rising to their feet, all except Alistair. Where was he?
Kallian found out soon enough. The beast took a deep breath and bellowed, answering Kallie's question as she turned around to see a horrendous sight. The monster had Alistair!

Kallie cried out, trying to get the ogre's attention, to do anything to get Alistair away from it.

When this obvious fit of frustration and terror did not work, she mustered her courage and stamina, or what remained of it, and charged the beast while Leliana swept her dual swords and Morrigan, in the form of a giant spider, tangled its feet with an almost impenetrable web. Sten got too close to the ogre's arms and the arm not holding Alistair punched him, and the Qunari went flying to the grass about twenty feet away, the wind knocked out of him.

Menace clung to the beast's thigh, drawing blood with his razor sharp teeth and strong jaws. Kallie used the Mabari as sort of a step stool and she bounced up off his back and her blade lodged itself in the monster's abdomen. It let out a furious roar and was distracted for a moment.

"Not him! Not him! Fight me, you soulless bastard!" Kallian cried. Leliana was knocked back by one of the creature's now free legs, and Morrigan stopped casting spells for fear of hitting Kaliie or Alistair.

Then, with Kallie refusing to let go of the sword embedded in the ogre's flesh, it raised its arm and threw Alistair. He flew about forty feet, and landed roughly in the dirt nearby, unmoving.

"Alistair!" Kallie screamed, pulling the sword down so it tore the creature's flesh.

In the form of a bereskarn,, Morrigan had shredded the creature's foot into a gory mass and Kallian, with a death grip on her sword, still planted deeply in its belly, struck the ogre four times in the chest with her shield. It was Sten who struck the final blow to the ogre, having regained his breath from being knocked over. Bravely, the Qunari warrior plunged his great sword into the beast's side, causing it to thrash and bellow, and then it fell, dying, to the ground.

Kallie still clung to the sword in the dead ogre's belly, unaware that it was over.

Leliana, who was alright save for some bruises and minor scrapes, was at Kallian's side in no more than a moment. "Come on, Kallie. Get up. It's over, the ogre is dead."

Kallie looked up at her friend, a questioning look on her face. "What of Alistair?" she said, holding back tears. Leliana reached down to help Kallie up. Kallie pulled the sword out of the ogre, using the last of her physical strength.

"We must go and see." Leliana answered.

Kallie frowned, angry that Leliana came to her first. "You didn't go to him first? I'm fine, but he could be dead!" With this, she sprinted ahead of Leliana and threw herself down at Alistair's side. She felt for a pulse, but could get nothing because of his splint mail gauntlets. She gently ran her finger down his neck, sighing with relief as she got a pulse there. Despite her feeling a pulse, Alistair showed no other signs of life. The right side of his head was bruised badly. His arm lay in twisted in the most horrific way, and Kallian had no doubt it was broken. She wanted to cry out to the Maker, to beg this not to happen, to go back in time a few minutes and have it be her instead, but her prayer soon turned into sobbing. Leliana and Morrigan had caught up with her by now.

"This could be bad, something tells me. How I wonder why this hasn't happened sooner." Morrigan said half-heartedly as she and Leliana knelt next to Kallian at his side.

Kallian's face turned blood red, and she looked Morrigan square in the eyes. "How dare you? You are a heartless shrew, Morrigan. Don't you EVER speak of Alistair in such a way again!" Kallie snarled, if an elf can snarl that is what it would have sounded like for certain.

Morrigan got the message quickly and her smirk disappeared into a solemn expression.

"It looks pretty bad, Kallie." Leliana said, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Wynne is likely the only one who can heal him."

"Well then," said Morrigan, haughtily. Kallie glared at her. If one could kill just by looking, who knows what would have occurred. Morrigan said no more.

"Camp's so far away!" Kallie said, turning back to Leliana. "And can he wait that long?"

"Sten could carry him, if he does not object," said Morrigan, attempting pathetically to be helpful. The Qunari spoke up.

"I will if I must, Warden."
Kallie nodded. "Hopefully we can get home quickly. If anyone can help, it's Wynne.

A/N: For the next chapter, there will be a separate story for this, but Wynne is blind due to an incident with a blood mage. It originates in a drawing I made for this fic, where I messed up on her eyes. So, yeah, long story short.