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WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT

Chapter 7: The battle of the heart.

As day break approached the cold air whipped through the window and round the room. Alistair groaned as he started to wake up and rolled over on to his side hooking his arm round what he thought was his pillow. But as Alistair adjusted his head his nose caught the scent of lavender and thyme as he buried his head into something soft. A smile plastered his lips as he pulled the pillow closer only to feel something warm across his chest running all the way down his body. He started to open his eyes, his blurry vision started to clear as a tanned figure came into view. Alistair's eyes snapped open when he saw Zevran lying next to him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Alistair shouted as Zevran snapped open his eyes and looked at the baffled man. Zevran rubbed his head as he slowly sat up.

"You mean what you are doing in my bed" Zevran groaned.

"No…wait why are you naked?" Alistair looked at Zevran and then looked at his own body.

"Why am I naked?" Alistair asked himself.

"Well there might be a simple answer to that my dear friend Alistair" Zevran smiled as he looked at the blushing Templar.

"What…Maker's breath I'd never…" Alistair was cut off by something groaning and moving between him and Zevran. They both looked down at the moving lump. Alistair blushed as he saw that this lump on the bed was a very naked lump lying on its side. Zevran still a little bemused at what he was seeing rubbed his head with some cloth he was holding, but when a musky smell hit his nose he looked down at the cloth to find he was holding women's breeches. Zevran was shocked and looked over at Alistair who was blushing like a sun dried tomato, as he stared at the bra that was on his thigh.

"Keep it down will you" Jetta groaned as she buried her head into her pillow. She pushed her back against Alistair's arm and her legs brushed against Zevran's. Zevran looked at Jetta's slender form and drank in her nakedness before him. Alistair looked at her toned back down to her legs.

"I'm trying to remember what happened but it's all fuzzy" Alistair said still looking at Jetta's slender legs.

"You don't need to remember what happened, my dear Templar, the sight we see might be all the information we need" Zevran smirked as he looked at Jetta's ruffled hair and moved the long strands away from her face.

"I wonder who was better" Zevran mused.

"Neither one of you" Jetta grumbled from her pillow as she sat up showing her perfectly large breasts and showing the large scar that covered her torso from her shoulder to her hip from her time at Fort Drakon. Zevran looked shocked at her comment while Alistair tried to hold in a nose bleed once again.

"My dear warden, what do you mean" Zevran leaned closer to her. Jetta smiled a minx smile as she touched his lips with her finger.

"Well I tasted both of your cocks and well that was it, as I started to lick you…and you both past out on the bed" Jetta sighed and started to lie back down.

"Wake me up when the army is ready to march." Her voice muffled as Zevran and Alistair were more than surprised at her story.

"Jetta I can believe that of Alistair but me surly not" Zevran started to protest then saw the empty bottle of wine.

"I have never been that drunk from one bottle" Zevran spoke but then looked down at Jetta. Alistair stared down at Jetta's neck; her naked form was getting too much for him and was trying to fight back his arousal.

"You both started fighting about something, then started stripping saying something like "I'm bigger than you" I don't know what you were going on about but I wouldn't take you one at a time so I let you take me at the same time." Jetta moved her head to the side so that her eye was peeking out from behind her hair. Zevran and Alistair though that she was being too much, she was teasing them to the extreme and she knew it. Zevran turned her over on to her back as he leaned over her.

"Well since we disappointed you the first time why don't we do it now" Zevran spoke in a low voice making Jetta blush, making Zevran a bit puzzled. Alistair dragged him away from Jetta and off the bed. Alistair was pissed that Zevran tried to do her again just as she woke up.

"Look you perverted elf we don't have time for this" Alistair gripped his arm.

"That's what you say my friend but your body and mine for that matter say otherwise" Zevran grinned as he pointed down to Alistair's groin. Before Alistair could hit Zevran square on the jaw, they were hit by clothing.

"Get dressed you two, everyone might be waking up now" Jetta crawled off the bed and walked over to her armour stand as she fixed her bra and breeches. Alistair and Zevran merely watched her hips sway side to side. The scars on her shoulders curved down her back and round her sides, the ones on her legs streaked across her legs and along her ass. They both sighed at what a marvel she was as a rouge, but her body had been put through torture for her to still live. Alistair knew where every scar came from. The faintest scar on her neck was from when they first met, as she waited for the Joining to start they sparred and he swung his sword which would have bled her but she stepped back in time as the tip of his blade grazed her skin. That was his favourite scar because he remembered her smile, how it was full of life and was like a light in the darkest times.

Zevran stared at the scar on her right hip and smirked to himself. Jetta got that from when he first met her, she was wearing Dalish leather which didn't leave much to the imagination. The armour only covered her chest and legs leaving her hips and stomach exposed to the harsh weather. When they fought he went for her stomach with his dagger but she moved out of the way as he sliced her hip instead, that's when she kicked him in the head. Later that's when he saw that he was tied up and she put her dagger to his throat and started asking questions. Zevran smiled at the memory remembering the fight and how she curved and twisted to avoid his blades.

"Do I have to beat you both senseless to get dressed?" Jetta turned and looked over her shoulder as she saw them staring at her while she got dressed.

"We cannot help it Cara, you are a temptress" Zevran smirked as he walked over to her.

"Well this temptress might have to kick you out to the Darkspawn naked at this rate" Jetta smiled and touched his shoulder as she looked over at Alistair. She smiled sweetly at him and slightly blushed.

"Shall I leave you two alone so that you can sort yourselves out?" Jetta asked them as her eyes couldn't help but look down their bodies.

"And where will you go?" Alistair asked as he looked round for his clothes.

"I could just wait in the hall…like this…just in my small clothes and boots" Jetta picked up her boots and headed for the door.

"I think Oghran won't be up yet, but Sten might" Jetta reached for the handle but suddenly was being dragged to the bed by both men and was pinned to the bed with Alistair holding her arms and Zevran holding her legs.

"You aren't going anywhere like that…especially if Oghran is out there, he'll think it's his birthday and we won't see you till after the battle." Alistair told her off as she pouted.

"And we're not going to let that happen" Zevran smiled as his hands started to rub her legs but Alistair glared at him to stop. Jetta sighed and struggled out of their grips. She stood up and pushed both of them on to the bed.

"Men" Jetta said simply and knelt down between the two men.

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Jetta stumbled out of her room dressed in her armour as she wiped her mouth. She smiled to herself as she remembered what she told them.

"Jetta this is not fair to you…ahhnn…you pleasure us but we can't pleasure you" Zevran moaned as Jetta took him into her mouth as she rubbed Alistair. She looked up and smiled.

"I'll make you a deal, after the battle you both can pleasure me…at the same time but this time without passing out" Jetta leaned towards Alistair and started to take him in her mouth as Alistair groaned.

"Fine…deal" Alistair grunted as he looked over at Zevran who was nodding in agreement.

She sorted herself in her armour as she walked into the hall. Seeing Arl Eamon dressed in his plate armour and Teagan along side. They bowed to her as she entered the room, Jetta smiled and bowed back.

"Where is Alistair?" Eamon asked, looking behind her.

"He might be a while yet Eamon, he…had trouble waking up" Jetta blushed slightly and shifted her weight. Eamon nodded and started to take Jetta out to the courtyard to talk to the troops before heading off for Denerim.

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The sky was burnt as they approached the city. A dark shadow soared through the sky; Jetta's senses were tingling all over her body. The air smelt foul with the smell of burning dead bodies thick in the air. Jetta pushed to the front of the army and saw Alistair waiting for her. His cheek blushed as she smiled. Alistair turned to the army and started to give a speech. His voice resonated and Jetta's heart began to flutter as he spoke about her.

The army cheered as Alistair spoke; they raced down the hill towards Denerim. Oghren ran ahead of the army waving his maul above his head as the Darkspawn came into view. The massacre was worse than Jetta imagined, dead bodies of guards and civilians littered the ground before them and as she jumped over the countless bodies and struck away at the Hurlocks that trapped her, she knew she had to avenge these people and beat this blight.

Jetta made her way through the endless Darkspawn towards the gates, as she made it through her eyes met with the destruction of the city. Fire bellowed out of roves and smoke covered the sky above. The smell of death clung to the very buildings as blood coloured the ground. Jetta couldn't believe this was happening and ran to attack the first Darkspawn in her sights.

The battle raged on as Riordan said he was going to Fort Drakon to lure the Archdemon towards the tower. Jetta nodded in response and defended herself from more Genlock arrows that's fell from the sky. Riordan ran off into the heart of the city quickly disappearing out of sight. Jetta looked round for everyone. Alistair was fighting of a group of Hurlocks as Han tore at their legs. Wynne was casting healing spells to everyone near her. Leliana took up a high post firing arrows from her bow killing the Darkspawn that threatened Sten who was knocking down more Genlocks that were pouring through the door. Zevran was moving about killing off the weakest Darkspawn and occasionally stopping to fight. Jetta sighed as she took out a smoke bomb, making sure that she was surrounded by Darkspawn so that no one would see her, she struck the smoke bomb on the ground. Leaping over the Darkspawn she ran at her top speed to make it out of sight into the heart of the city.

"I'm sorry" Jetta spoke in her mind as she climbed the buildings making sure she stayed out of the way of every Darkspawn that was in the city. Riordan had killed a few but seemed to have taken a quick route as well. She sprinted across the roof tops and leaping from one building to the next. Her body cried out for a rest but she couldn't stop she had to keep going, she had to make sure she was far enough ahead before they noticed she was gone.

Dodging arrows and spells from Genlocks and Emissaries, She ran using her momentum ability to speed up her legs. As she ran she took out her pack and rummaged around through the bag till she found the two pieces of parchment that she was looking for. She slowly stopped and hid along the roof top line away from any Darkspawn that might have been near. Her breathing was hard and heavy as she rested. She put the parchment in one of her boots as it was close to her calf. Making sure that enough of it would stick out but not escape the binding of her leather boot she looked up to the smoky sky. The swirls and bellows of the smoke covered the red burnt sky. Jetta's eyes stung with tears as she touched her lips remembering what she had done with Zevran and Alistair. She didn't kiss them she refused to kiss them. But now she wishes she had to have one last moment with them both again.

A cry broke her chain of thought as she looked up into the sky and saw the Archdemon crashing down; its wing looked badly torn as a second small shadow fell from the Archdemon's back and came tumbling down to the ground. Jetta covered her eyes when she realised that Riordan had failed. Tears fell from her eyes as she bit her lip harder than she'd liked as blood ran down her chin. She picked herself up and started to run to Fort Drakon, the hard part now was to get up the tower without killing any Darkspawn that would be lurking inside.

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Meanwhile the others finished their fight against the Darkspawn that threatened the gates. Alistair plunged his sword into the last Genlock and heaved it out again flicking the blood off his sword and on to the ground. The others gathered round each one looking puzzled as their eyes scanned the area.

"Where's Jetta?" Leliana asked as she sheathed her bow to her back. Everyone looked round for the sliver haired woman, seeing she wasn't around, neither was Riordan.

"Wait didn't…Jetta saying something about…" Alistair rubbed his head trying to remember the night before; the fuzzy images clouded his memory. He remembered the wine and remembered her talking but after that nothing.

"…The Archdemon…" Zevran finished Alistair's sentence. Zevran's and Alistair's face paled as the memories started to flood back. Zevran and Alistair broke out into an all out run. Jetta's voice rang through their minds.

"When the soul of the Archdemon is destroyed…so is the Grey Warden…"

They ran into the city to find Ogres and more Darkspawn. Zevran cursed under his breath as Alistair rushed into battle. They tore at the flesh of each creature till every one of them was dead. The others were out of breath as they wandered towards Zevran and Alistair who were ready to run again.

"Wait you two" Wynne ordered. Zevran and Alistair did as they were told.

"What is going on? You both look like you've seen a ghost" Wynne rested against her staff.

"Wynne please tell me you have some sort of travel spell or something" Alistair pleaded.

"I'm sorry Alistair I don't" Wynne watched the boy pale again as his legs gave out from under him as he fell to the floor.

"Zevran…what's going on?" Leliana pleaded as she looked at the two of them. Zevran bit his lip as he stared at his Dalish gloves.

"Jetta told us, the night before we marched, that the only way to kill the Archdemon was a Grey Warden to kill it and absorbs its soul…destroying the soul of the Archdemon and the Grey warden who absorbs it" Zevran gripped his hand into a fist tight as he spoke the words.

"Jetta is going to slay the Archdemon…herself…" Alistair stood up and started to walk away.

"But how do you know where she's gone?" Oghren blurted out.

"The Archdemon would be lured to the highest point in the city…the top of Fort Drakon" Alistair kept on walking.

"That Blighted women does have a death wish" Oghren said as he rubs his eyes and sniffed.

"Mage go with those two and take Leliana with you, they might need your help more than ours we'll keep the Darkspawn busy here" Sten spoke in his usual gruff voice as he waved them to go and pulled Oghren and Han towards the Darkspawn that approached.

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Alistair, Zevran, Wynne and Leliana battled their way through countless Darkspawn. Emissary's caste their spells as Alistair used his Templar training to seal the magic away. Zevran chopped through the Hurlocks that fired their arrows as the group.

"There…shouldn't be this…many Darkspawn…"Alistair panted as he picked up his sword and looked round the area for more. Zevran scanned the area; the placed had seen some sort of attack. The Darkspawn were on edge meaning someone had past through but none of them had died or met any blade. The ground was dusty but had only been disturbed by the recent battle. Slowly his eyes wandered the buildings in the distance that connected to the palace gates. Some slates had been moved and some were no longer there but the roof of the building was littered with arrows, all fired from Darkspawn. It dawned on Zevran that Jetta had a direct root to Fort Drakon just by running across those buildings alone.

"Alistair we'd better hurry…Jetta is using the roves and by now she might already be at Fort Drakon" Zevran picked Alistair up who in turn looked towards the buildings.

"Maker…she's done this on purpose" Alistair spat as he started to run through the gates only to find that she left every Darkspawn to slow them down giving her more time. Zevran couldn't help but admire the plan she had in her head; he hacked down the creatures in his way. Anger raged with in both Alistair and Zevran, anger for the Darkspawn slowing them down, anger for the taint that was the root cause of this and anger for Jetta who was sacrificing herself for everything. Alistair's eyes stung with tears as flashes of Jetta smiling and laughing entered his mind. While Zevran was struggling to keep his face still and not cry out as the thought of the feeling when Jetta touch on his back whenever she jumped on his back in surprise, the feeling of her chest pushing against his back through their armour or touched his cheek with her delicate hand burnt through out his body.

They raced to Fort Drakon, praying the Maker they would make it in time. There was only one way up Fort Drakon and that was to go inside and fight every last Darkspawn that was lurking inside. Jetta had to have fought them making the path clear. As they rushed towards the gates of Fort Drakon, Zevran looked up at the building roves and saw that it connected to the wall of Fort Drakon. He slowed down to look at the wall, something seemed off, and markings on the wall didn't look like battle marks. Zevran stopped and wondered what they were.

"Zevran what are you doing? She could be up there now" Alistair called to him but Zevran didn't move, he looked at the building closer. His eyes scanned the tower and then he looked petrified as his mouth started to shudder. Alistair stormed over to Zevran to pull him but Zevran ran to the tower his breathing laboured.

"JETTA!" Zevran shouted up at the tower, Alistair looked up and saw a faint figure climbing the outside of the tower. The figure slipped as it looked down. Alistair paled when he saw that it was Jetta scaling the outside of the tower.

"JETTA!" Alistair shouted as he and Zevran burst through the door of Fort Drakon and rushed to catch up with her.

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"Maker's…grace…I thought they'd…take a bit longer to…find me" Jetta cursed as she doubled her efforts to scale the tower, stabbing her daggers into the cracks in the wall and pulling herself up while her feet steadied her weight. Her arms grew weaker with each pull, but as she neared the top renewed strength spurred through out her body. Her breathing was harsh as her lips cracked from the dryness of her mouth. The wind whipped her hair round her face; a foul smell came from the top of the tower. As she heaved herself over the edge of the tower, her arm muscles on fire from the climb she looked to see the Archdemon.

"Your bigger than I thought you be" Jetta's jaw tightened as she willed her body to move. Her muscles crying out for rest as she ran underneath the Archdemon. From her studies of Dragon from her grandfather's books the belly was the weakest part. She stabbed her sword into the Archdemon's gut and sliced it open. Tainted blood rained down upon Jetta as she covered her face and mouth. Her sliver hair became stained with blood making it almost black. Her armour became foul smelling and sticky but as she looked at the Archdemon, that wound didn't seem to bother it. Jetta dodged the claws and tail as she looked round the tower floor. The Archdemon roared as Darkspawn poured through the doors and shadows.

"Maker preserve me" Jetta prayed as blue fire engulfed her body sending her flying back. Her body hit something wooden, as she looked at what she hit she found the Ballistas were still intact. She struggled to her feet as she moved her way round the wooden machine. Jetta aimed the bolt at the Archdemon's neck, firing the bolt as it impaled straight into its neck followed by several other impaling its shoulder. Jetta's breathing was hard to control, the fight seemed like it wasn't going to end. She kept firing the bolts occasionally stopping to fight off and Darkspawn that ran to defend their master.

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Meanwhile Zevran and Alistair were making their way up to the top. There had been more Darkspawn than they realised but the image of Jetta climbing the tower wall burned within their minds. They started to push on but as they looked back at Wynne and Leliana they found that they were too tired to move. They both felt sorry for the old mage and rested a while.

"I can't believe she…is climbing the tower…just to avoid the Darkspawn…" Alistair panted realising himself how tired he was. Zevran watched the Templar sit next to Wynne as he looked for a window. They had been so busy fighting that they didn't check on where Jetta was.

Suddenly a cry sounded above them, as it sounded it felt cold and dark, a kind of evil corruption that only the Archdemon was capable of. Zevran's head snapped towards Alistair's as they launched themselves back into a run, fearing that Jetta was now fighting the Archdemon alone. Wynne cast a spell on everyone giving them renewed energy and strength to battle through the darkness that lay ahead.

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Jetta stumbled away from the machine as she looked at the dragon surrounded by bodies of the ones who tried in vein to protect it. The Archdemon gave a low rumble as it watched Jetta walk down the slope with it milky eye. Bolts criss-crossed through its body, some pinning its wings into the floor. Only able to move its head it snarled at Jetta. Jetta looked at the creature and wondered why this was able to start the whole blight.

"You started everything…you ruined my whole life" Jetta told the dragon in a hushed voice. The Archdemon snarled more as it tried to lift its head to attack only finding that the bolts in its neck were too heavy and the blood pouring out of it grew too much. Jetta watched the creature struggle against its pain.

"But I also should thank you…without you starting this whole thing…I never would have met everyone, especially the two men I hold most dear to my heart." Jetta reached out and touched the Archdemon between its eyes, at that moment the Archdemon seemed to calm as it watched Jetta. Seeming puzzled about why she showed a little kindness towards it. Jetta smiled as she picked up a great sword that lay near by. Jetta watched the Archdemon's breathing, it knew what was about to happen and seemed to accept its fate.

"I hope we both find peace" Jetta smiled as she held the great sword above her head. But as she was about to bring the blade down, crushing the dragon's skull, the tower door bashed open. Alistair Zevran ran through as they looked round for Jetta, what they saw they wouldn't have believed. Darkspawn bodies littered the ground with blood and scorch marks painting the floor and walls. Fire bellowed from everywhere. At the centre of the floor lay the Archdemon, clearly dying as its blood ran a river through the littered corpses. Alistair looked at the dragon seeing all the bolts that had pierced its flesh.

"JETTA!" Zevran shouted as he saw her looking at them shocked. Alistair whipped his head round to see Jetta covered in blood and struggling to stand let alone hold the great sword.

"JETTA DON'T DO THIS!" Zevran pleaded with her as started towards her slowly. Jetta felt tears form in her eyes, she didn't want them to see her do this, the pain it would cause them. Alistair wanted to run to her and embrace her telling her she was stupid, but he had to resist, Jetta looked like she was a scared Halla backed up into a corner and ready to strike.

"Jetta please, don't do this" Alistair pleaded as he reached for her.

"You shouldn't…have come" tears rolled down Jetta's face mixing with blood that was spattered on her face. She looked worn out as her eyes looked so wide with fear that they stopped.

"cara, please…we'll find a way" Zevran tried to coax her but when she looked at him his heart skipped a beat, she look so frail and so scared that he wanted to take her away so that she could cry.

"STAY AWAY!" Jetta shouted her voice almost high pitched. Her body shook as her grip tightened on the great sword. A rumble from the Archdemon brought her back to what she was meant to do. Jetta wiped her eyes and looked at Alistair and Zevran. Their feelings of worry and fear plastered across their face. Jetta heart was beating so fast she couldn't count the beats. She smiled softly at them both as she put her free hand to her chest placing it over her heart.

"…I love you both…" Jetta's eyes held warmth to them, as Alistair saw her other arm move the great sword he started to run towards her. Zevran cried out he tried to stop her. Everything seemed to slow down as Jetta brought the blade up over her head and plunged into the Archdemon's head.

"NO!" both Zevran and Alistair cried out as a bright pillar of light engulfed Jetta and shot up into the sky. Jetta screamed in pain as she felt her body set on fire as the Archdemon's soul entered her body. She felt her soul and the Archdemon's clash inside her making her scream in pain as her body stiffened. Zevran and Alistair tried to get close to her but the force of the power was pushing them back. Alistair felt tears as he heard Jetta scream in pain, watching her body go through the pain. Alistair felt hopeless; he couldn't do anything trying to stop what was happening. Zevran felt like he was watching his own nightmare being played in front of him, a woman he truly and dearly cared about being tortured and screaming in front if him. A knot in his stomach formed as another scream came from Jetta's lips.

"JETTA…NO!" Alistair screamed as the pillar of light blew up sending everything in its path flying back. Alistair felt himself flying through the air as Zevran tried to grab onto anything to keep himself in one place.

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The Darkspawn drew back into the deep roads as they saw the pillar of light and explosion. Everyone stopped to watch the scene. Han gave a small whimper as he knew something wasn't right. Sten looked at the settling dust and gripped the hilt of his sword as he felt his heart stop.

"…Kadan…" Sten fell to his knees as cheers flew from the crowd. Han nudged Sten's arm as Sten let out a single tear which fell to the ground.

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Alistair groaned as he woke up, his vision came back as he saw ash slowly falling round him. He coughed feeling his lungs nearly jump out of his chest. He rubbed his head as he looked round, the place now seemed to be dead, silence wrapped the air.

Zevran shook his head, shacking the ash and dust from his hair and shoulders, he stood up and looked round. He saw Alistair getting up looking like he had been hit by a charging Bronto. Zevran looked at the Archdemon; the body was still no sound came from the mangled flesh. The great sword was sunk in its head pinning its head to the floor. Zevran's breath caught in his through as he couldn't find Jetta. His eyes scanned the place as he ran over to the Archdemon's body. Alistair watched Zevran in his panic and decided to do the same.

They ran over to the Archdemon and stopped when they saw Jetta's body only a few feet away. She lay motionless, not making any sound. Alistair's heart stopped as he knelt down next to her.

"Jetta…wake up…" Alistair couldn't hold the tears back as he picked up her limp body. Zevran walked along side him and knelt down in front of him watching Alistair brush away Jetta's blood stained her away from her face. She looked so peaceful to them both as if she was sleeping. Her eyes were damp from tears but she seemed to be smiling as if she was happy.

"…Wake…up…please…" Alistair held her close as he buried his head into her neck. Zevran brushed her hair behind her ear and ran his finger along her jaw line.

"Jetta…cara…" Zevran's words caught in his throat as his hand searched for hers, he entwined her limp finger with his and held her hand close to his lips. Alistair looked at the peaceful look on her face.

"We should have stopped her Zevran" he growled, pushing the tears back.

"What could we do Alistair…she fooled us…" Zevran took Jetta's glove off her hand and felt her skin against his. He kissed the back of her hand and held it gently along his jaw line. Alistair watched Zevran and sighed as he brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. Her lips were cracked and dry but Alistair leaned over and gently kissed Jetta's still lips, the taste of blood gave a metallic tang but the sweetness of her taste pushed through. Alistair broke the kiss as he looked at Jetta; he gave her body a gentle squeeze as he looked at Zevran and passed Jetta to him. Zevran look at Alistair and nodded as he held Jetta close to his chest as her head rested on his arm. Alistair still kept hold of Jetta's hand as he watched. Zevran let some tears roll down his face and fall onto Jetta's cheeks. He brushed his lips against hers sweetly, gently as his other hand made his finger run through her hair. Her lips felt warm against his as he pressed his forehead against her.

Alistair watched the scene but as the wind blew an odd sound broke the silence that was aching to be broken. Alistair looked down at Jetta's legs and saw the parchment that was strapped to her boot and calf. The parchment was badly blood stained but Alistair was able to make out a word on the front. 'Alistair' it read he reached down and pulled out the two pieces of parchment. He looked at the second which held Zevran name on the front.

"Zevran this has your name on it" Alistair gave the parchment to Zevran who slowly pulled his head away from Jetta's face. He took the parchment and looked at it.

"Their letters" Zevran spoke as he looked at the writing.

"From Jetta" Alistair gripped Jetta's cold hand.

Moments later Wynne and Leliana rushed over follow by Eamon, Teagan, Sten and Oghren. Leliana screamed as she saw Jetta's still body as Wynne held her close as Leliana began to cry. Wynne's eyes stung as tears rolled down her cheeks. The others stayed silent as they looked at Jetta's motionless form.

The Blight had ended but at a terrible cost.

A/N: not done yet see what Jetta wrote to Zev and Alistair in the next chapters