Chapter 4: Tending to old wounds.
Ahimee was completely astonished, no rash comments? No harsh words? Not even a word to try and make her re-think it? Was he... really just giving up? Ahimee looked up at him and Anora as they continued. She wasn't sure if she actually heard what they were saying.
"Stop treating me like a child. This is serious." Anora said quickly, Loghain however turned to Ahimee and smiled. He's smiling? Was he content?
"Daughters never grow up, Anora. They remain six years old with pigtails and skinned knees forever." Ahimee could help but to feel moved by the sincerity of his words. The pure love he had for his daughter. Ahimee couldn't smile back though, she couldn't bring herself to it.
"Father-" Anora said as she covered her face with her hands, Ahimee would cry too in her gold-adorned shoes. She herself has cried countless nights over her own parents.
"Just make it quick, Warden. I can face the Maker, knowing that Ferelden is in your hands." Loghain said to Ahimee who rose Duncan's sword once again. Ferelden in her hands? Her nemesis just said something that made her proud over herself, but why?
"Farewell, Loghain." Ahimee said in such a manner that there were those who seemed surprised. Ahimee turned to Alistair, who nodded. Almost the second after she swung Duncan's sword and it slashed his throat open. It was like time slowed as she saw the blood splatter on Anora and Ahimee knew that there was no turning back. However, the blood was kind of flattering towards her golden adornments. Ahimees throat thickened up, she had murdered countless of people by now, this was just another one but this one had to make her re-think? She didn't understand herself sometimes. Loghain's body fell to the floor, one thud for the knees and one loud thud for the rest of the body which collapsed to the blue carpet below. It was now stained with his blood. Anora ran up to her father's body, fell to her knees and wept against his armored chest.
Ahimee stepped back a few steps, she didn't want to be in the middle of the group that formed around the corpse. She grabbed Duncan's dagger of the floor and sheathed the bloody weapons. She herself had to keep her hands pressed against her wounds. She just needs to calm down and use one of the injury kits she wore on her belt.
"Let's... return to the task at hand in a few minutes." The female bann said, and people seemed to be agreeable enough. Ahimee rushed away from the humans and into one of the side corridors. The great dalish grey warden was running scared because she had just killed one human. One that deserved it too. Ahimee was relieved as she entered an empty room, it looked like a storage room which someone had put a single bed in because they had run out of space. It was basically a servant bedroom. Ahimee sat down on the bed clutching her chest and her side which were bloodied and hurt horribly. She coughed and felt the warm irony taste of blood bubble in her mouth. By the Creators, why? She missed her clan, the Keeper wouldn't have let her do all this, she would've just said something barely understandable and gotten Ahimee on another path. Merrill would've said some weird thing from their past history, Tamlen would just laugh and tell her it was going to be okay, it was just a shemlen anyway. Her family got torn to pieces and Tamlen disappeared into a mysterious mirror. Tears had started to run down her face, she couldn't stop them either. She removed her armor in the darkness, she moaned with the thick leather got torn out of her open wounds. The blood following in a steady stream. This armor was Master Ilens work, she had gotten it the day she had finally passed as a hunter. It was partially made of the wolf skin she had brought home. She had been so proud of herself. Ashalle had been so happy, told her she was a pride for her parents and her clan. She swallowed her tears. Forcing herself to think of something else, something happier. She forced herself to concentrate on her wounds, doing her best to bandage them.
Someone knocked.
"Dear Warden?" It was Zevrans voice. Warden, it had been some kind of nickname for her nowadays. Ahimee took her armor in hand.
"Coming!" She called out in reply, the meeting had to go on, no matter how she felt about it.
"Is she okay?" Someone else said; Alistair.
" What do you think, Alistair? 'Twas a large sword that hit her." And Morrigan, of course it's Morrigan. Ahimee put the armor in place, tied the strings and clicked what she had to. The armor was secured around her chest and she rose from the bed. Walked up to the door, swept her hand across her mouth to make sure there were no blood stains around her mouth, dried her tears with the same hand and opened the door.
"I'm fine, are they ready to continue?" Ahimee asked and Morrigan was the first to reply.
"Yes, the large bloody corpse has been removed." Ahimee nodded towards Morrigan and then walked past them. Her weapons sheated in their bonds were slightly bouncing on her back. Ahimee wished she could just go back to camp and sleep. She miss the peace and quiet of nature, she misses it a lot. Arl Eamons estate was pretty but it didn't sit well with her, she usually just went outside and slept anyway. Ahimee walked into the large hall once again.
"Are we ready to continue?" One of the Banns asked. Ahimee nodded, however it must look meek compared to what she just did.
Hah, I'm sorry about this chapter. I just always thought it was kind of weird that they'd just leave Loghain's corpse lying around and well... Ahimee was wounded. :) Thanks so much for reading, tell me if I can improve anything. Since I'm planning another fanfiction it'd be much appreciated.
