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Rating: T
Author: DragonMacTir
Spoilers: May contain spoilers for Dragon Age Inquisition
Loghain, Chapter Two
I've always had dreams. The eyes of the men who have died under my command follow me into sleep and taunt me with my failures every night. I'm used to that, it doesn't bother me much. The demons of the Fade can't do as much harm to me as I've done to myself over and over again.
Becoming a Warden never really affected my dreams, not even during the Blight. Possibly because I so rarely slept. To be honest, I sleep better as a Warden than I ever did as a Teyrn or a General - there's so much less weight on my shoulders from day to day. Before I shit in the mess kit with regards to their plans to destroy the Archdemons and Clarel demanded my death, the few that had the courage to speak to me would tease me about the fact that I seemed to have youthend instead of gotten older. I don't know about that, but a good night's sleep on a regular basis certainly helps a man's overall appearance and health.
But last night I had the strangest dream. Strange, but not unfamiliar. I had similar, but stronger, dreams during the time of Corypheus' False Calling. The dream was indistinct, a fuzzy walk through a nightmare landscape, but there was no denying the sound I heard. That song, at the furthest outside edges of my hearing.
It was just a dream, and if it is not repeated, it doesn't have to mean anything. But I am an old man. In some ways I'm surprised it hasn't happened before now. I'm a long walk from Orzammar, but Kal-Sharok isn't that far away. I don't know anything about the place, but they must have their problems with the darkspawn. If it is my time, perhaps they'd welcome a Warden to help them sort a few of them out.