/ Chapter 2: Melancholy in a beautiful forest of death. /
My body was sore and my forehead was drenched with sweat caused by the effort of running for my life, but I persist and I manage to stay awake to try to reach the giant man with swords in front of me, who had to be the best cosplayer of Dragon Age in all of the world, because even his voice and the structure of his face were equal to the Duncan of the game.
After seeing that I was not dead, he gave me a gesture of approval and then turned towards the door pulling his 2 swords from his back.
I could not understand what was happening, but soon a female voice spoke to me in English next to my head and I had to turn to see who it was.
"Do not worry, you're safe in here, the men and women outside are conscripts of the gray wardens, they know how to defend themselves, so we should be safe for a little while, in any case, it will be wise to cure you quickly , we have to go outside and secure the camp from the Darkspawn "- said the white-skinned woman in a serious and rigid manner.
- "Pero que-?… *Clears throat*, W-what is happening o-out there ?, What?" - I said scared in English.
"Now, now, I need you to move you so I can see your back" – said the woman.
I was surprised that it was a young woman, no older than me, speaking in the foreign language with a slight accent that I could not put my finger on, but still I did what she asked.
Thanks, mum for teaching me English since I was 6 years old, if I did not practice it every day, I do not know if I would have understood her.
I turned on my good shoulder and gave her all the access to my back wound, I think I heard her make a surprise sound but I could not tell; Soon I felt some fingers touching my back and I felt a hand that was placed over my shoulder wound.
I shuddered in pain at the feeling that she put her hand directly over my wound and I wanted to protest, but she grabbed my head and pushed me on the bed applying some strength and spoke again.
"Listen to me, I'm not here to hurt you, alright? Just be still for a moment, I know how to help you. "-Speak to the woman with an now small American accent.
Without waiting for an answer, the woman with the white hat began to emit a kind of yellow light from her body and a warm and pleasant sensation ran through my body, I felt more than heat over the areas where the arrows had cut me.
Magic…
That was magic ... Thedas's magic ... I was in Thedas ... in the FUCKING Thedas ... no mames wey, que pinches madres esta pasando!? ...
My mind could not understand what was happening, it took several seconds to react.
I knew that the girl above me was using magic, and I wanted to see it, but to my disgrace she did not let me go of her hand, she just kept her hands on my head during all the time that the magic healing spell lasted; I had to settle for the strange sensation of my skin spreading and closing over the wound as if was nothing.
I could also feel how my muscles moved from inside and how they came together again, emanating a comfortable heat while doing it, as a kind of very fast and hot massage from inside my body.
For little more than a minute the strange magician girl said nothing, she just removed her hand from my head and placed it on my shoulder. My wound was healed.
"Ok, now this is a complicated part, do not move at all, promise?" - The girl in yellow clothes told me bluntly.
Then, the yellow light I saw in the room came out of his hands and began to shine with greater intensity, but strangely I did not feel any improvement in my wound except that nothing hurt anymore.
Then I saw that she opened her eyes in a very determined way and I felt like my muscles and part of my bones moved alone to join again and close my wound immediately, but this time there was no pleasant thermal sensation, only my muscles closing alone with no apparent reason, and almost as fast as it happened the wound was no longer bleeding, but a crust had formed on my shoulder.
"OK that will have to be enough for the moment, we need to go out and help the rest of the fighters, alright?" -Asked the small girl, and I do not know how to respond.
I did not want to go back out there where the damned undead there, those monsters had almost killed me not less than 5 minutes ago and I did not want to see them in my life ever again, I shook my head in a desperate manner, begin to be left alone, but the magician will have nothing of that.
"Ok look, I know they look rough, but we do not know how many Dark Spawn there are out there, and it's my duty to help them as much as I can, do you understand? If we do not come out, more people will die, and if they die you will be the next one; Just take your sword and go! "- The magician girl told me annoyingly, and after that, she hastened to take her cane and some potions that were nearby and pushed me towards the exit of the store
Is this really happening? Was I about to fight against tenebrous monsters? In the fucking Dragon Age fucking Origins? What the fuck? How did I get here? What the actual fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ...
I had to put my disbelief in a corner, as the magician dragged me into a world of chaos and fighting that loomed in the area.
There were people fighting on all sides, the sounds of swords and shouts were heard everywhere, everything was full of dirt, which made it difficult for me to see beyond a few meters, and the torches of the camp hardly gave any light in the area.
I heard a man shout: "At the entrance In the entrance !, the Emissary is at the entrance!" And many shadows passed in front of me towards the screams of that kind, even the arcane girl that had to accompany me a moment ago disappeared between shadows.
But not all the gray wardens could hold struggles against the Dark Spawn that had already entered the camp. While many were better prepared for the fight, others were in serious trouble.
There were many monsters fighting against the wardens, although they did not seem very rough, the warrior experts were having trouble connecting the edges of their swords to the dammed things.
I could see on the left side a small human defending himself from the relentless attack of a dark Spawn using a heavy mass, shit he was wounded by the right arm, if I did not something to help the kid, he would be killed. Fucking hell!
A blow on my arm diverted me from the desperate defense of the child to my left, it was a guy with black hair and steel armor, He screams something in the face and pointed to a point in the camp with a large group of monsters. And as fast as it came, he disappeared among the sea of bodies of the battlefield.
When I moved my eyes to where he indicated, the boy had somehow dodged a hard blow to his body, but had had to throw his dough to the ground and now faced the creature with only 2 really small fists.
My body reacted alone and I ran to his aid.
Meanwhile, my eyes caught the battlefield very quickly, I tried to reason what was happening, in the scarce 2 seconds that took me to reach the child.
Many gray wardens were fighting with swords and shields against the monsters, some even defending as they could from the attack of more than one armed dark spawn. But there were also small groups of monsters gathered together and forming barriers with their shields and swords trying to hurt anyone who dared to get in the way. And I could not see where Duncan was.
Just then, I make it to where I saw the child falling and I noticed some blood dripping from his face and note what and his beard was bloody ... wait a minute ... A beard?, What the hell?
But then the monster saw me and with his huge weapons decided to charge us. Instinctively I grabbed my long sword and ran to block his attack before it took strength.
To my surprise the thing did not stop and I had to move my sword to try to block his attack, and the strength of the shock combined with my bad posture of feet, forced me to move to the side of the creature, who took advantage of my moment of dizziness to launch a second faster attack on me.
I concentrated my strength on not tearing the sword from my hands and I could barely block the second attack without getting hurt, but the creature did not get tired and a third attack just as powerful came right away, and this time I reacted by pure instinct and moved the sword to block the attack. But the worst happened, I only managed to avoid his attack, so that the strength of his sword would throw mine away from my hands and when I lost it ... I was left helpless, shit.
It happened so fast that I did not realize it, he just had to step forward and he had enough strength to throw a mortal blow to my body.
I have no choice but to roll to the side to escape his next attack. When I turned to see the creature, it only received me with a macabre smile, now it had me unprotected like the child of before. Am I the best rescue in the world or what? , fuck.
The creature did not waste time and just ran in my direction, all my instincts shout: "Run!", to try run as soon as I could, but I tripped because of the grass of the place and shorten our distances even more in the battle.
While I was still on my knees, the beast came closer and I could see the yellow glow of his eyes. He attacked me again raising his weapon over his head, I managed to predict the direction of his attack and barely escape his mortal dash to my head, but the monster knight modified its grip on the handle and gave me a powerful kick in the chest.
The air came out of my lungs, at the same time that blood came out on my forehead because of the cut that apparently did not heal so well, I felt my back kiss the ground and when I fell, I wanted to stand up to escape, but my arms were shaking of fear and I had to use all my strength of will to get up and run.
This was followed by seconds where the walking corpse was not amused by anything else, other than chasing me and playing the extreme version of cat and mouse among the camp furniture.
By the time we were about 10 seconds in from that game, a battle cry sounded by our side, and I could see how a small person was carrying my sword while screaming chillingly in a glorious bash attack the monster.
To my amazement, it took him less time than it took me to end up lying on the ground, to end the defenses of the dark monster and for his fourth blow he moved his hands over the grip and incrusted the blade on one side of his body, along with a small attack with a dagger in the head, killing the dammed creature in an instant.
I was completely overwhelmed by what had happened, I could not believe it, as if that was not enough, and only as a precautionary measure, he uses my sword to cut off the monster's head completely.
- "You know human, if you do not know how to use a longsword, it is better not to use it in a real battle, you can die easily or worse, you can hurt someone more than the enemy, better retreat and look for an arrow or a shield to maintain the position. Defend the entry, if we kill the Genlock we can win! "Said the small person ... wait wait, that was a dwarf!
A FUCKING DWARF IN ARMOR!
Before I could say anything else, the dwarf took my sword and pounced on another small group of dark spawn monsters who had cornered humans with large metal shields.
I was stunned trying to understand everything that was happening, I had been cut in the head with a sword, I was in the middle of a damn medieval battlefield, I had almost died a few seconds ago, I was fighting monsters that look like dead bodies that have sharp teeth, and according to everything I saw, it was nothing more and nothing less than the damned fault of the game of Dragons Age Origins. What kind of bad joke is this? Was I in a comic? This was it? A fucking fanfic? What the hell?
To my dismay, another series of cries by my side showed me a group of guards who fell by sharp arrows from the top of a clearing next to the camp.
They were the same damned mini-versions of dark monsters that attacked me as I ran through the forest. They were pointing at us from above with bows and they were shooting everyone.
"!Burloks up, burlosks up! "- Some shouted.
A couple of demonic mini-archers began to shoot me from above, and I took it as a signal to get the hell out of there, again I could feel the arrows pass over my head while I was looking for some object big enough to cover my body from the arrows.
But then I saw some boxes inside a tent and I decided to run to get some cover, I have to throw myself into those boxes or risk feeling another blade penetrate my skin, all this did nothing but make my wound on my forehead take out more and more blood and hurt like hell.
A weapon ... I need a weapon ... a shield and a sword ... no, no, no! dam it, who was I trying to prove myself?I don't know how to use any of those ...I only know ... a bow ... I need a bow, I know how to use one ... I think ... maybe ... What did coach Castillo tell me back then? ... fuck I can not remember now…
Hidden in the store, I began to search desperately everywhere for a weapon ... but I could not see anything in the darkness of that place
But not even 5 seconds passed since I arrived when another man in light armor entered the store holding a bow and 3 arrows in his hand.
"We have to get rid of those Burloks from above before they do more damage!" - the man with brown skin shouted at me, as he turned to tell me something else, he immediately noticed my lack of weapons and asked me- "And where is your weapon shem?".
Scared and without an understanding of what was happening, I only knew how to move my head to tell him I did not know, he just turned around to see the arrows falling from above and took out an air of disappointment as he passed me his bow.
- "Ok listen, take this and help me get rid of them, alright? Do not forget a bag with arrows, I only see 3 but it's better to bring extras" -the man said while grabbing another simpler bow from among the many boxes. When I turned around I could see one thing: He had long, pointed ears, and big and big eyes, elf It was a fucking, chinga tu madre es un piche elfo! Wey no mames! ,
Fucking Leonidas from south Rio Bravo, this guy almost looked like me!
- "Ok look, with my bow you just have to aim with this hoop here, when they appear inside the hoop, it means you can hit them from such a short distance, you understand right?, now I'm going to use some smoke bombs and if it happens, "worse case scenario" and they approach us, I'm going to use my dagger to stop them, Ready ?! "
The truth be told, I wasn't, but the man did not give me time to answer, he threw his smoke bombs and hit me in the shoulder to follow him.
Without losing sight of his back, I ran among the shadows that caused his grenade and smelled of soot and coal. I begged God to know where we were going.
Soon we get to a rock from which (with some effort), we could access to where the mini-demons were and have an angle from which to bring them down with our arrows.
- " Ok ready?, Get them all!" - The elf ordered me.
And for my great fortune, the fact of studying in a big University with a big Gym came with an advantage: Many sports clubs during the week, and guess which one I choose for my third year?
Archery
My 3 months as a member of the archery club served for something, after all, my muscles remembered somehow the position that had to be taken, but in the end this was much more difficult than I remembered, without a support gear, it was lot of work take the rope to my forehead and manage to aim at the Gerloks at the same time.
The elf man managed to shoot an arrow and have another one prepared before I could start aiming my first one, I was frustrated by that, but I remembered my classes and lightened a bit more my grip on the bow handle, I point above the torso of the Gurloks and let go the arrow.
I did not hit him in the head, but it hurt him in the torso, enough for him to throw his bow and turn his eyes to us. Before dying, the mini-corpse give us a horrible scream, but my elf companion finished him with an arrow to the eye shutting him for good.
When it finally fell down, the other 2 Gruloks saw us and began to point us.
I was preparing another arrow when the elf grabbed my arm and I saw him run higher up the mountain.
- "They have us, move if you want to live¡ " – Scream the elf desperately.
Without much thought, I followed him until we reached an area where we could cover ourselves behind some trees, we continued to shoot arrows at the Gerlok as best as we could.
Everything became a chaos at that point, I load my bow with arrows and shoot the Genloks without aiming well, of the 3 shots I fired, only 2 connected with the nearest Genl, and one shot out of the armor of the diminutive darkspawn without causing him any harm.
When I went by my fourth arrow, the elf stopped me.
"We almost have no arrows left, just let me handle it shem?!" – the tattooed warrior shout.
I felt bad when he said that, but he was right, turning to my box of arrows I note that we only had 3 left. If he failed again we were dead. It all depended in the elf's aim.
Fortunately, the next shot must have hit, he turned around and scream in my face: "I get him!"
My mind was really glad for a second, but then he grabbed another arrow, and again I remembered that we only had 2 more left. I was planning if I could do something else when the elf hit my shoulder.
"I do not see it, I do not see it!" - the elf shouted.
- "Ho shit!" - I thought.
- "We have to get out of here!" -Said the elf.
Soon we ran desperately in the direction we had come from, and we had little more ground to reach the exact same mound cliff where we first climb to get here
But then suddenly and from the bushes, the last Grelok jump out with his 2 daggers out at us. Screaming and scaring us to death.
Unfortunately, we were caught by surprise and I could only avoid his stabbing if I used my body to fall into the ravine and take the elf with me.
It wasn't much height from where we fell, a whole floor more or less, but it hurts like nothing the less, and my back definitely felt it. She scolded me with pain as I tried to get up at that moment to escape.
Again I was on the floor, bleeding from my face without being able to get up, I just wanted to give up and cry, but I just couldn't.
I heard screams in the background where I hear more people approaching, but all I could see was how the Grelock threw himself from above and ambushed the elf who was just as helpless as my, and who had to suddenly fight for his life against the bloody dagger wielding Grelock.
My world became slower as in the movies, and my head became very light as I tried to refocus the world around me.
I could see how the poor elf had more agility than the tiny ugly dwarf, but the fall and the Grelock had hurt him much more than me.
I tried to get up and help him but even with all my strength, it took me a long time to stand up, by the time I got to stand up in my feet the Grelok had cut part of the elf's leg and it had fallen to the ground in excruciating pain.
The Grelok took this opportunity and started to have fun using his kicks and his weight on the poor elf, his small attacks make him scream in pain and to the absolute delight of the monster while holding his dagger on his shoulder, cutting it off his arm little by little.
I concentrated as much as I could and with a lot of effort, I managed to connect a big kick to the little devil's side, kicking him off the elf warrior. I do not know if he thanked me, because the scary monster got up immediately after my attack and turn back to see me with red anger in his eyes.
"¿Si cabrón?, ¡Pues igual chinga tu madre pendejo!- (Ho yeah Mothefucker?, then fuck your mother all the fucking way back¡ you little sucker!" I shout back in Spanish. But I soon regretted it.
The Gremlok got angrier with me throwing himself over with his dagger, I tried to stop him using only my fists, but he just cut me more, the next thing I saw was his dagger stabbing me on the side of my shoulder and I felt the horrible pain of my bones splitting.
I screamed in pain while my world turned crimson red and this caused a great laugh to the dammed little monster, It hurt so much that I ended up on my knees again.
I turned to see him and the little bastard was slowly approaching me, savoring every moment that he could hurt me, and with his rotten teeth, he smiled at me, adding salt to the wound.
"¡Bastardo infeliz, hijo de la chingada, pendejo, cabrón, infeliz, púdrete a la verga!" (Bastard unhappy, son of a bitch, asshole, bastard, unhappy, bitch cock sucker¡)-I scream desperately with blood over my eye and holding the wound on my shoulder with my other arm.
This fucking monster was going to kill me and I couldn't do anything. I had a hatred so immense and so strong that I could not feel anything else in the whole world.
I wanted to crush that bastard, rip out every part of his body, and see his face in total agony while I did it.
Normally I was not a vindictive person, much less a resentful person, but at that moment, all the emotions I had kept repressed all this day, the stress, the frustration, and all my despair to understand what the fuck was happening, they managed to take control and they took over me.
That's when I feel an explosion of anger that comes from my hands, and it is so much pain that my shoulder wound falls asleep for a moment.
With no having to see it, I know that my hands and arms are covered by living fire, and at any other time in my life, I would have shouted scared like a 5-year-old girl, or jump out of fear screaming "Hay no mames ¿que pedo?, ¿que chingados?!" (What the fuck, what the fuck?¡) But not now.
Now…
I have only one idea in my head:
Split open his mother fucker and his entire fucking family of monsters, full of shit that I had in front.
And that was what I was Planning to do.
In less than a second, I pounce on the minuscule Gremlock, and take his hand with my palms on fire and with pure brute force, tear the dagger from his hands and hold his head with the other.
The contact with the fire caused him to scream horribly in pain, brought out a non-human howl from his mouth. Verdad que no es tan divertido ahora cabrón? (Is not so fucking funny now he? Motherfucker?).
The next thing I knew, I took it from his head and tried to burst his eyes like 2 small grapes between my thumbs; I applied all my strength while trying to crush his head, and only stopped when the black blood began to sprout over his eyes. While all this was happening, the Genlock did not stop screaming and moving desperately to escape from my hold.
When his eyes were nothing but bloody pap, my anger led me to take his face back and start crushing his neck with my fists still on fire, and he tried to defend himself desperately using his long nails like little impromptu and black daggers, but his cuts didn't matter to me at all.
A single blow of my fire fist was enough to stop his arm moving, and 3 more made sure that I broke the bones in his arm.
After that, I only have very red, and very horrible memories of how I kept hitting the Genlok's head again and again and again, he was screaming and moving desperately while my blows of fire burned him alive
I hit him and hit him and hit him and hit him again and again, until the bastard just stopped fighting and his screams died hanged under me.
But still, I did not stop, I keep, throwing blows and blows with the load of my fury and fury inside me.
I kept hitting him until my muscles got tired, the flames went out and even after that I didn't stop, I hit him and hit him more and more, until my own knuckles got hurt in the joints, caused by hitting a mass of meat extremely thin that basically became the dirt of the floor.
When several minutes passed from my brutal attack, and now there was nothing left but a kind of bloodied and thin pap that had once been the head of a Genlok , I sat on a corpse with no head burned and smelled like a dead corpse burned.
At that moment, I felt this feeling of emptiness and abandonment.
After one last blow to the porridge on the ground, I gave myself a second to listen to what was happening around me, and I could tell that everything was extremely quiet, the clouds of dust were gone.
I could feel the presence of some people looking over me from behind, but I was very very tired at the moment, I just wanted to leave.
I tried to stand up, but I just managed to fall exhausted to the ground next to the corpse. Letting the mute pain of my body hug me.
I only now could look up towards the starry night and see for the first time the 2 moons of this world. They seemed to smile at me with their craters.
It was really happening, I was trapped in Thedas, I was a fucking character trapped in Thedas and worse, trapped in the fifth ruin ... fuck…FUUUUUUCK!.
I was crushed on the floor for a while, fighting so that the fatigue did not claim me. It was a huge effort since the darkness called me strongly, and I was about to surrender to Morpheus when Duncan appeared in front of me, full of blood and dirt, but completely stoic and serene.
- "Estais bien?" - -(Are thou ok?)-Ask Duncan in Spanish.
- "..Si" - I answered without emotion and completely breathless.
- "Ya veo, podeis descansar joven guerrero, os lo habeis ganado".-(I see now, thou may rest young warrior, for thou have earnet)-Answers him.
And after his words, I surrendered to the darkness of my eyes.
/ END OF CHAPTER 2 /
/ End of chapter notes: /
The author here, thank you for reading up to this point my story made in my spare time. As you know, I hope later I can start presenting each character in the story. Maybe not the DLC ones, but definitely the most important ones.
As you may see, my native idiom is Spanish, I write the fanfic in Spanish, then use google translator to translate all the document in general, then read it to change some aspects that I don't like, and finally use Grammary to fix the misspells that this process creates, before finally posting a chapter.
So please be patient dear reader.
.As I said before, I write this in my spare time, and I have more chapters ready, is just a question of sitting down, write them, translate them, fix them, check them and finally post them here.
(Or if in Spanish literally just post them here because I check that more quickly)
I hope that so far, my writing is of your pleasure and I promise to improve the tempo, is just so difficult to re-write some scenes that work perfectly un one idiom, just to be forced into making that perfect scene into a normal one, because of your own limitations to the idiom.
Again so sorry for my misspells, I promise I will improve…over time… I hope…
