Hey guys. Been awhile and a good question is what am I doing writing so close to Christmas
But an even greater question is why I am writing so close to my finals.
Well it helps me calm down and I had fun with it
But I digress...
I hope you enjoy


Flemeth

He is a curious one. She knows from the moment she sees him that he is different from the others of his kind... even amongst the Grey Wardens. She can never decide. Is it fate or chance? Regardless the first thing she notices as her 'daughter' brings him and the others Wardens is his eyes.

Grey Eyes

The Dalish believe their so called Creators leave their mark upon certain people... good or bad those marked are the Bringers of Change. She is unimpressed by the other Warden recruits and their 'escort' as they arrive at her hut in the middle of the swamp she calls her home in the Wilds.

"Greetings, Mother. I bring before you four Grey Wardens who-" Morrigan begins only for Flemeth to interrupt "I see them, girl. Hmm. Much as I expected." "Are we supposed to believe you were expecting us?" the blond Wardens says sounding bemused.

"You are required to do nothing, least of all believe. Shut one's eyes tight or open one's arm wide... either way, one's a fool" Flemeth replies crossly at the blond Warden with a look that silences him.

"She's a witch I tell you! We shouldn't be talking to her!" the short blacked haired Wardens mutters as his companion, a former Knight of some kind, says "quiet, Daveth! If she's really a witch, do you want to make her mad?" "There's a smart lad. Sadly irrelevant to the larger scheme of things, but it is not I who decides. Believe what you will" Flemeth said knowing those two wouldn't make far, in fact she almost pities them, almost.

Turning to the grey eyed elf that interested her Flemeth gazed at him saying "and what of you? Does your elven mind give you a different viewpoint? What do you believe?"

"Does it matter what I believe?" the grey eyed elf replied calmly.

"You tell me, child. Does it truly matter what you believe?" Flemeth asked. The grey eyed elf met her gaze and held it, a rare feat in itself, saying "whatever we believe or don't believe some things must be accepted."

"Ha! There lies the answer I hoped to get. An open mind, yet not made of mush. Am I simple complimenting you? Wait and see!" Flemeth boomed impressed as the grey eyed elf watched not understanding why.

This one is different he is not as blind as the others Flemeth thought.

"So much about you is uncertain... and yet I believe. Do I? Why, it seems I do!" Flemeth said getting a better look at the grey eyed elf.

"So this is a dreaded Witch of the Wilds?" the blond Warden said amused speaking up again. "Witch of the Wilds, eh? Morrigan must have told you that. She fancies such tales though she would never admit it! Oh, how she dances under the moon" Flemeth said laughing having found it funny that of all the names she'd gone by Witch of the Wilds had stuck.

"They did not come to listen to your wild tales, Mother" Morrigan said calmly hiding her embarrassment. Glancing at her daughter before turning back to the grey eyed elf Flemeth said "true, they came for their treaties, yes? And before you begin barking, your precious seal wore off long ago. I have protected these." Pulling out the papers she'd found years ago Flemeth handed them over to the bewildered Wardens.

"You... oh. You protected them?" the blond Warden said baffled.

This one is tad slow Flemeth thinks amused at the blond Warden's reaction.

"And why not? Take them to your Grey Wardens and tell them this Blight's threat is greater than they realize" Flemeth said returning her gaze to the grey eyed elf. "How do you know these things?" the grey eyed elf said curiously as he saw the point unlike the others.

"Do I know anything? Perhaps I am simply an old woman with a penchant for moldy parchments" Flemeth answered laughing. "... Thank you for returning them" the grey eyed elf said seeming to know he'd get no more out of her.

"No, no. Thank you Grey Wardens for doing your duty" Flemeth answered back. "Goodbye" Morrigan said as the grey eyed elf and the other Wardens began to leave. "Don't be ridiculous, girl. These are your guest" Flemeth said turning to Morrigan, a small smirk on her face.

With a quick annoyed look at her mother Morrigan said "oh, very well. I will show you out of the woods. Follow me Grey Wardens." Flemeth watched them ago, Morrigan and the Grey Wardens disappearing into the forest.

How will they fair I wonder? The Darkspawn are stirring and they are a much bigger threat than these people realize Flemeth thought as she awaited the return of her 'daughter'.

Morrigan returned almost an hour later still with that annoyed look on her face. "Had fun with the Wardens?" Flemeth asked from where she sat outside her hut having started a fire and made some quick stew. "Hardly. The blond one is quite the fool" Morrigan answered moving to sit across her 'mother' as she was handed a bowl stew. "I meant the other one" Flemeth said having expected more from her 'daughter'.

"The elf? He barely said a word" Morrigan said before looking directly at Flemeth with a curious look on her face.

"Do you have an interest in him? Planning to kidnap him like the other men?" Morrigan asked coyly. "No. No but he is a curious one. He is not a fool like the others" Flemeth said simply which only further raised Morrigan's curiosity.

Before Morrigan could ask Flemeth spoke.

"My dear Morrigan a storm is approaching. The Winds of Change gather. None of the Kings realize what the Wardens do and until they do the Darkspawn will only grow stronger" Flemeth said.

"Scared?" Morrigan asked not impressed by the rumblings of an old woman. "Yes and you should be as well" Flemeth said coldly as she look at Morrigan utterly disappointed by her daughter's foolishness.

"What? I…" Morrigan began, not expecting that at all. "You are young. Try not to let it blind you" Flemeth said before Morrigan could say anything.

They ate in silence after that.

Night had fallen by the time they finished eating and thunder roared in the distance. A storm was approaching indeed Flemeth could tell Morrigan wanted to mock but didn't still remembering the disappointed look Morrigan had gotten earlier.

As they were cleaning up Flemeth turned to Morrigan saying "gather some herbs. I have a feeling we will need them." Looking at her mother with annoyance Morrigan said "you have a feeling so I should gather herbs from the forest." "Exactly" Flemeth said sternly leaving no room for argument.

Morrigan scowled starting to take off heading into the forest for the herbs Flemeth gathered and used for medicine.

But before Morrigan could leave, a shrill roar boomed in the distance… a deep coldness seeming to fill the air.

Morrigan wiped around looking concerned as Flemeth stood still as a statue listening closely. Finally Flemeth turned noticing that Morrigan hadn't left yet and was looking at her.

"Gather those herbs" Flemeth said simply.

"What about you?" Morrigan asked actually frowning as she looked at her mother. "As I said I had feeling. I'm going to take a look. Go" Flemeth said as Morrigan slowly turned away heading back into the forest.

Flemeth gathered her magic and shape-shifted, growing larger and larger, her vision changing becoming more precise and improving, her arms widening into wings and her feet becoming claws.

Flemeth had become giant bird.

Taking off with a single leap and a flap of her massive wings Flemeth took off soaring up through the sky. Now above even the tallest tree of the forest Flemeth tilted her head using the greater vision of her bird form and gazed at Ostagar in the distance.

Even with greater vision Flemeth could barely make out the fighting going on but one thing was certain… the Darkspawn had amassed and were attacking. Soaring off Flemeth flew through the sky wanting to get a better look as she kept to the clouds remaining unseen in the night sky.

Circling overhead of the battlefield Flemeth watched as the Ferelden Army held against the Darkspawn… for a time.

The battlefield glowed brilliantly in the night as the fires all around the fortress of Ostagar blazed on… hundreds dying in the chaos. As the battle raged on the Ferelden Army colliding with the Darkspawn something happened, a betrayal of some kind Flemeth noticed as a large section of Soldiers seemed to be retreating.

The stupidity of those in power Flemeth thought as she circled around once again watching as the Ferelden line was broken and the Darkspawn began pouring into the battlefield.

Like something out of a twisted nightmare the Darkspawn flooded the remnants of the Ferelden Army swarming over the outnumbered Soldiers and simply overwhelming them.

The Horde they will destroy everything if left unstopped Flemeth thinks darkly knowing that even with all her power it wouldn't be enough, even the Witch of the Wilds would fall to the Blight.

Flemeth ticks disapprovingly as she sees what appears to man in golden armor get crushed by an Ogre Alpha, golden armor… only a Noble would have something so useless.

This will not do. The Blight must be stopped. The Wardens are what is needed, where are they Flemeth thinks frustrated as she scans the battlefield until she sees it… a beacon lit atop a tower.

Flying down but staying above the various towers of Ostagar Flemeth scanned the tower with the beacon managing to get a look inside with her enhanced vision through one of windows placed in the higher floors.

Inside the tower Flemeth managed to see Darkspawn charging up the stairs heading towards the top, to however lit the beacon.

Hmm Darkspawn charging so fiercely there must be a Warden there… one of them must survive Flemeth thought as she gathered her strength flying high to gain momentum.

Soaring high up into the sky Flemeth suddenly swooped down slamming into the tower and breaking through the ceiling in a loud boom. Moving quickly Flemeth used her massive wings and batted away the debris making sure not crush anything besides the Darkspawn.

Suddenly Flemeth spotted him… the grey eyed elf from before. His chest was covered in arrows as he lay moaning on the ground his axe clutched in his right hand covered in blood.

Crowded into this narrow chamber of the tower Flemeth batting away two Darkspawn, she being the only thing stopping the veil monsters for swarming over their prey.

Flemeth scooped up the grey eyed elf with one of her clawed feet just as he lost consciousness, as she was leaving Flemeth noticed the blond fool from before.

There he lay covered in arrows still conscious but moving weakly, only Flemeth's massive wings batting away the Darkspawn stopped them from swarming him. Grabbing the blond fool with her other clawed foot Flemeth batted away the Darkspawn as she flew up leaving the now broken tower.

I understand how the elf survived long enough for me to rescue him but the blond fool? I really am surprised Flemeth thought as she flew away carrying the only survivors of the tower to safety.

Unbeknownst to Flemeth however Alistair managed to stay conscious but deeply confused as he realized that a giant bird had rescued him and Agron.

"Uggh" Alistair moaned weakly with barely any strength to move as he managed to look at Agron held carefully in the giant bird's other clawed foot. "Agron" Alistair said weakly as the axe slipped from the elf's hand falling below into the slaughter underneath them.

Unable to help himself Alistair looked down weakly and despaired as he took in the sight below him… the battlefield overwhelmed with a sea of Darkspawn with the only survivors being deserters whom managed to make it out of all the chaos.

Alistair lost consciousness from all the blood he'd lost just as Flemeth left the battlefield flying back into the relative safety of the forest.

Making it back to her hut Flemeth found Morrigan waiting for her outside carrying several herbs and with a look of astonishment on her face. Landing a safe distance away from the simple wooden hut Flemeth let the two Wardens down gently on the ground before returning to her normal form.

"Those two again… what?" Morrigan began bewildered at this seemingly act of kindness from Flemeth of all people.

"Gather more herbs I will need more than that" Flemeth said simply as she inspected the bodies of the two barely living Wardens. "The Darkspawn?" Morrigan asked crossing her arms, knowing she could take care of herself but if enough Darkspawn found her she might not be able to escape.

"I have something that will keep them away. If these two are to survive I must act now… it may already be too late" Flemeth said darkly as she used her magic and 'floated' the two Wardens up leading them into her hut.

"Why are you-" Morrigan began only for Flemeth to glance back at her sternly saying "herbs. I need more of them. Go." Sighing Morrigan take off once again to gather herbs but knowing to stay deep into the forest and out of sight from the Darkspawn.

Placing both of the Wardens on spare beds with her magic Flemeth began her work. Flemeth slowly removed the arrows and their armor seeing most of it damaged and began healing them with her Spirit Magic.

That should hold them for now but not for long Flemeth thought leaving the two Wardens for a moment as she stepped outside her hut.

Stepping behind her hut Flemeth stood above a shallow 'grave' of sorts in the ground and using her magic, pulled a corpse free… a Darkspawn corpse. Once again using her magic Flemeth dragged the Darkspawn corpse in front of her house, no need to touch the distrusting thing.

Setting up a small shrine of sorts Flemeth summoned fire… blue fire. Lastly Flemeth used her magic throwing the Darkspawn corpse into the blue flames where the body instantly began to burn faster than seemed possible.

The smell will keep the others away. A warning Flemeth thought as she once again stepped into her hut returning to saving the two Wardens, having picked up the herbs Morrigan had gathered earlier.

By the time Morrigan returned with more herbs Flemeth had already coated their wounds with mixtures she crafted from the herbs and bandaged both Wardens.

Even so it wasn't enough. Flemeth had been forced to use her Spirit Magic forcing the healing magic into their bodies and barely keeping them alive as Morrigan entered the hut.

"You're late. My magic is the only thing keeping death away" Flemeth said sternly not even glancing back at her 'daughter'. "Darkspawn attacked and I had to flee" Morrigan said flustered at the way Flemeth was treating her.

"I trained you to survive you should have no trouble with the Darkspawn within these forest" Flemeth said finally turning to glance at Morrigan. "Mix the blue herbs and feed it to the blond fool. If I stop he will die" Flemeth said still fueling her healing magic into Alistair and Agron.

"The elf?" Morrigan asked after pulling out the blue herbs she had gathered. "His injuries are more server he will need something stronger" Flemeth answered growing impatient. Morrigan nodded and feed the mixture of herbs to the Alistair. After a few minutes Flemeth let her healing magic faded from Alistair as he slowly began to breathe on his own.

"The elf will need more. Mix the blue herbs with the red and yellow ones then feed it to him" Flemeth said eerily calm despite the vast amounts of magic she'd used already. Morrigan did as she was told. Stepping back from the elf Morrigan watched waiting for Agron to breathe on his own but to no avail.

"We can't save him" Morrigan said looking over the elf.

"Take over" Flemeth commanded as Morrigan slowly but sure took her mother's place keeping Agron alive. Morrigan watched curiously as Flemeth stepped forward to kneel beside the elf and pulled forth a nearby knife. "Blood magic" Morrigan said bewildered.

Why is this elf so important to her Morrigan thought in astonishment? Without so much as looking at her daughter Flemeth hovered the knife over her hand before suddenly stopping just as she about to cut.

Putting the knife down Flemeth peeled back one of Agron's eye lids looking into the grey iris. Releasing Agron's eyelid and stepping back Flemeth turned to Morrigan saying "stop." "Didn't you want him alive" Morrigan asked not sure why Flemeth had stopped when she was about to use Blood magic.

"Trust me" Flemeth said simply as Morrigan stopped her magic leaving Agron to fend for himself in the line between life and death. Minutes past in silence as Flemeth and Morrigan simply waited… Agron slowly dying.

"Shall we bury him with the others in the battlefield" Morrigan asked knowing that for some reason this elf was important to her mother.

"Wait" Flemeth said. "He's dead. We did all we could" Morrigan answered throwing up her hands in frustration. "There" Flemeth said pointed at Agron as slowly but sure he let out a small breathe.

Agron was breathing on his own.

"What… he… he was dead there was nothing we could do" Morrigan said slowly as Flemeth smirked saying "apparently not." "They will live. Come now it's been several hours since we've eaten" Flemeth said standing up and gesturing for Morrigan to follow her outside the hut.

It was almost comical how simply Flemeth began to make more stew as if nothing had happened and she was merely an old woman living in the forest.

"The two Wardens from before" Morrigan said as they ate. "Yes I managed to save them" Flemeth said sipping from her stew. Sensing the questions to come Flemeth turned to Morrigan and said "Wardens are needed more than ever. As I said before the Blight's threat is greater than they realize."

Suddenly they both heard ramblings from the hut and they knew that one of the Wardens had woken and was most likely in pain. Entering the hut Flemeth saw the blond fool fumbling around in his undergarments holding his chest as he stumbled around.

"Idiot don't move so quickly you're wounds are still healing" Flemeth said grabbing ahold of the blood fool and forcing him to sit down. "I… you" the blond fool said grunting in pain. "Yes. Me. I saved you and your friend now rest or all I have done will have been in vain" Flemeth said coldly as the blond fool looked at the other bed seeing Agron.

"He will live" Flemeth said simply as Morrigan appeared behind her mother saying "you would do well to put some clothes on." "When you are able your armor is in that chest. It is damaged but usable" Flemeth said.

"Oh and have some stew it'll do you some good" Flemeth said gesturing at Morrigan who scowled but brought a bowl of stew from outside. "I never introduced myself. I'm Alistair" the blond fool said slowly as Morrigan handed him the bowl of stew. "You already know us" Flemeth said moving to wait outside as Morrigan watched over Alistair and the still unconscious Agron.

An hour pasted and dawn was breaking when Alistair appeared stepping out of the hut wearing his damaged but useable armor.

"Your weapons" Flemeth said gesturing to the ground beside her before Alistair could speak. She'd left the Longsword and Shield on the ground where Alistair had dropped them when she'd gently set him down with Agron.

Picking up his weapons and sheathing them on his back Alistair stood before Flemeth. Slowly Alistair opened his mouth unsure of what to say. Until finally after many odd looks from Flemeth, Alistair managed to say "… was I dreaming or did a giant bird break through the tower and save me?"

"Indeed, shape-shifting. Do you have a problem with that Templar?" Flemeth said coldly. "I… how did you know?" Alistair asked taken aback. "You walk like they do. Lumbering idiots, at least you don't talk like them" Flemeth said shrugging.

Alistair wasn't sure what to say to that so simply remained silent until he finally took notice of the horrible smell coming from small shrine where a Darkspawn corpse burned in the midst of bright blue fire.

"Ugh. What is that?" Alistair groaned moving to cover his nose.

"A Darkspawn corpse. Surely you have seen plenty of them by now. The smell will word off the other Darkspawn" Flemeth answered. "Ugh the smell" Alistair groaned stepping back from the small shrine unable to stand the smell for long.

"I expected more from a Grey Warden" Flemeth said amused at Alistair keeping a distance from the burning corpse of the Darkspawn.

"I killed Darkspawn before but we never burned the blighted corpses and left them out in the open like that" Alistair said flustered as he was still taking everything in. "Fire's dying down" Flemeth commented as she waved her hand summoning more blue flame magic that struck the Darkspawn corpse.

Alistair frowned looking at Flemeth curiously. "… your fire" Alistair said slowly as he watched the blue flames. "Magic is it that surprising?" Flemeth said with an amused look on her face.

"I never seen fire like that before" Alistair said slowly. "Have you seen every mage in Thedas cast fire? No. Regardless I'm not an ordinary mage now am I?" Flemeth said getting annoyed at Alistair.

"Ask your questions?" Flemeth said seeing the look on Alistair's face. "Ostagar? The Battlefield? King Cailan? … and the other Wardens?" Alistair asked not sure he wanted to know.

"Ostagar has fallen. Your King is dead along with most of the Ferelden Army. As for the Grey Wardens I believe you and your friend are the only ones left" Flemeth said darkly. "Cailan? Duncan? … the Soldiers all dead" Alistair in despair as he sunk to his knees his head hung low.

"Your King was a fool. One of his Generals betrayed him leaving the battlefield with his men" Flemeth said indifferently.

Alistair looked up at Flemeth glaring.

"Do remember that I saved your life" Flemeth said meeting Alistair's glare with a calm calculating look. Alistair sighed before standing up saying "Loghain. He was the Ferelden General at Ostagar." "Obviously he wasn't a very loyal General" Flemeth said.

Getting a far off look in her eye Flemeth turned away from Alistair remembering that day many years ago when she met Maric and Loghain.


Years ago…

"Fleeing into the Wilds as you did, what do you suppose would have happened to you? Taken by Chasind wild folk, slain by the Dalish, eaten by any one of the many creatures that lurk within its crevasses. Do you truly think this one outlaw alone could have seen you through it all?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Maric answered

She arched a brow at Loghain.

"He has quite the estimation of your capabilities, doesn't he?" Flemeth said. When Loghain said nothing, she turned to gaze intensely at Maric. "Keep him close, and he will betray you. Each time worse than the last."

Each time worse than the last


"My friend. Is he…" Alistair said getting Flemeth's attention and bringing the Witch of the Wilds back to the present. "He was near death when I found him… more so than you. But he will live" Flemeth said saying no more than that.

"Will he be okay?" Alistair asked. "You are aren't you?" Flemeth said condescendingly as Alistair nodded and took a seat on the ground his head held low.

The sun had already risen when Agron stepped out of the hut wearing his severely damaged leather armor and looking haggard carrying some papers in his hand.

"You!" Alistair said standing up and looking his fellow Warden over. "See? Here is your fellow Grey Warden. You worry too much, young man" Flemeth said as Agron towards to them.

"… You're alive! I thought you were dead for sure" Alistair said in disbelief as Flemeth scowled behind him I said he would live fool. "Morrigan told me what happened. Thank you" Agron said turning to Flemeth his grey eyes appearing to shine.

"This doesn't seem real. If it weren't for Morrigan's mother, we'd be dead on top of that tower" Alistair said somberly. "Do not talk about me as if I am not present, lad" Flemeth said.

"I didn't mean… but what do we call you? You never told us your name" Alistair fumbled as Agron looked around the swamp having noticed the horrible smell.

"Names are pretty, but useless. The Chasind folk call me Flemeth. I suppose it will do" Flemeth said glancing at Agron as he stared at the burning Darkspawn corpse. "Clever" Agron said looking at the burning Darkspawn corpse knowing that the smell would keep the others away before turning to Flemeth saying "I'm Agron."

"The Flemeth from the legends? Daveth was right… you're the Witch of the Wilds, aren't you?" Alistair said shifting slightly. "And what does that mean? My magic has served you both well has it not?" Flemeth answered sternly.

"You didn't do this out of the kindness of your heart why did you save us" Agron asked looking directly at Flemeth. "Well, we cannot have all the Grey Wardens dying at once, can we? Someone has to deal with these Darkspawn" Flemeth said simply.

He's observant Flemeth thought.

"It has always been the Grey Wardens' duty to unite the lands against the Blight. Or did that change when I wasn't looking?" Flemeth said looking at Alistair then Agron.

"From what I understand there are no more Wardens in Ferelden except us and I've been a Warden less than a day" Agron said darkly, still recovering from his wounds. "Alistair is the real Warden here" Agron said simply.

He is right. A fool Alistair may be but he is the only true Warden amongst the two… or is he Flemeth mused.

"We're the only ones left in Ferelden. For the Maker's sake please don't back out on me now" Alistair moaned to a surprised Agron.

"I didn't say I was backing out but I'm right and you know it" Agron said looking uneasy. "We need to regroup we can only face the Blight united" Alistair said nodding at Agron. "From what Morrigan told me the land is hardly united thanks to Loghain" Agron said glancing at Flemeth.

"That doesn't make any sense! Why would he do it?" Alistair said clenching his hands into fist. "Now that is a good question. Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature" Flemeth said darkly.

"Perhaps he believes the Blight is an army he can outmaneuver. Perhaps he does not see that the evil behind it is the true threat" Flemeth continued darkly.

"The Archdemon" Alistair said gravely.

"Listen I barely joined yesterday. What is an Archdemon?" Agron asked looking at the two of them. "Legend claims they are the Old Gods from the age of Tevinter. When the Darkspawn taint corrupts them they become an Archdemon and began a Blight" Flemeth said before Alistair could speak.

He only joined yesterday... he is handling everything well Flemeth observed.

"How do you-" Alistair began only for Flemeth to interrupt saying "I'm an old woman I've seen and heard many things in my time."

"If the Blight is so dangerous than what does Loghain hope to gain in all this" Agron asked stretching his arm slightly. "The throne? He's the queen's father. Still I can't see how he'll get away with murder" Alistair mused.

Flemeth scoffed saying "you speak as if he would be the first king to gain his throne that way. Grow up, boy!" "If Arl Eamon knew what he did, he would never stand for it! The Landsmeet would never for it! There would be civil war" Alistair countered.

"Arl Eamon? The Arl of Redcliffe? You really think he would believe us over Loghain" Agron said seriously as looked at Alistair.

"I suppose… Arl Eamon wasn't at Ostagar; he still has all his men and he was Cailan's uncle. I know him. He's a good man, respected in the Landsmeet. Of course! We could go to Redcliffe and appeal to him for help!" Alistair said nearly beaming.

Agron just looked at Alistair curiously. "You know the Arl of Redcliffe?" Agron asked. "I… uh… I grew up around those parts" Alistair said shrugging.

"Either way Loghain was once an honorable man" Agron said simply. "The Arl would never do what Loghain did" Alistair said defensively. "Even then would the help of a single Arl be enough. I doubt it" Flemeth said offering her input as she watched the two Wardens plan.

"I don't know. Even Eamon can't defeat the Darkspawn Horde by himself!" Alistair said sounding slightly flustered. "We need the Wardens. Alistair can we send a message to the Wardens outside Ferelden, the Orlesian Wardens maybe?" Agron asked.

"No we'd have to seek them out and by the time we reached an outpost and convinced them it'd be too late for Ferelden" Alistair answered somberly. Agron thought about it for a moment then looked down at the papers in his hand saying "Duncan made me hold on to these. The treaties."

"See? There is a smart lad" Flemeth said as Agron held the papers up for Alistair to see.

"Of course! The treaties! Grey Wardens can demand aid form Dwarves, Elves, Mages, and other places! They're obligated to help us during a Blight!" Alistair said eagerly. Crossing her arms and smirking Flemeth said "I may be old but Dwarves, Elves, Mages, this Arl Eamon, and who knows what else… this sounds like an army to me."

"So can we do this? Go to Redcliffe and these other places and… build an army?" Alistair said as he took in just what their task was. "I doubt it will be as easy as that" Agron said as Flemeth burst into laughter. "And when is it ever?" Flemeth boomed amusingly.

"It's always been the Grey Wardens' duty to stand against a Blight. And right now, we're the Grey Wardens" Alistair said confidently. "All two of us. This won't be easy but we have to try" Agron said nodding.

"So you are set then? Ready to be Grey Wardens?" Flemeth asked uncrossing her arms just as Morrigan stepped outside the hut.

Sharing a look with Alistair, Agron turned to Flemeth saying "Yes. Thank you for everything, Flemeth." "No, no, thank you. You are the Grey Wardens here, not I" Flemeth said waving her hands.

"The stew is bubbling, Mother dear. Shall we have two guests for the eve or none?" Morrigan asked moving to stand besides Flemeth. "The Grey Wardens are leaving shortly, girl. And you will be joining them" Flemeth said as Agron and Alistair looked around confused.

"Such a shame… what?" Morrigan asked bewildered as she turned to her mother. "You heard me girl. The last time I looked you had ears!" Flemeth said laughing. "If Morrigan doesn't want to come its fine you've already helped us enough" Agron said politely as Morrigan scowled at her mother.

"Her magic will be useful. Even better she knows the Wilds and how to get past the Horde" Flemeth said as Morrigan scoffed saying "have I no say in this?"

You know the real reason why I am sending you with them Flemeth thought as she gave her daughter a serious look saying "you have been itching to get out of the Wilds for years. Here is your chance."

Turning back to Alistair and Agron Flemeth said "As for you Wardens consider this repayment for your lives." Haven noticed the look Flemeth shared with her daughter; Agron looked at Flemeth curiously saying "was this your intention all along?"

"Pardon me, but I had the impression that you two needed assistance whatever the form" Flemeth countered sternly. "Eh outside of the Wilds she's an Apostate" Alistair said looking uneasy.

"If you do not wish help from us illegal mages, young man,, perhaps I should have left you on that tower" Flemeth countered coldly. "Point taken" Alistair said grudgingly.

"Mother this not what I wanted… I'm not even ready" Morrigan began only for Flemeth to interrupt saying "you must be ready. Alone these two must unite Ferelden against the Darkspawn." "They need you Morrigan. Without you, they will surely fail, and all will perish under the Blight. Even I" Flemeth said darkly as she give Morrigan another serious look.

"I… understand" Morrigan said slowly as if barely managing the words. "Allow me to get my things" Morrigan said sighing as she left to gather supplies.

"You still have your weapons?" Agron asked turning to Alistair. Gesturing to his sheathed Longsword and Shield, Alistair said "Flemeth managed to save them along with us."

"I dropped my axe" Agron said glancing at his hand.

"Yeah I remember. I was barely conscious but I saw it slip out of your hand when Flemeth was flying us to safety." "I have collected supplies from those who have fallen in these forests. It's all in the chest over there take what you need" Flemeth said simply as gestured to a chest she'd brought outside earlier. "You gathered supplies from the dead" Alistair asked.

"You need supplies" Flemeth answered simply as Agron opened the chest a looked around before pulling out a Dagger and two Longswords. Hanging the Dagger on his belt Agron picked up both Longswords.

"We can't take both of them just pick the best one" Alistair said noticing Agron looking over both Longswords.

"I'll take both" Agron said simply as he sheathed both Longsword on his back and stood up.

"That's… strange" Alistair said as Flemeth tilted her head looking at Agron with two sheathed Longswords. Agron shrugged saying "guess I'm a strange guy."

"Know this Warden. You do not realize it yet but you are not like the others. You survived what should have killed you. Even I thought you were dead until you surprised us" Flemeth said staring into Agron's grey eyes.

"…what?" Alistair said confused.

Agron got a curious look on his face before slowly saying "my mother told me something similar." "She must have been a wise woman" Flemeth commented.

"She was" Agron answered.

"I'd keep your distance if I were you. It seems my mother has taken a liking to you" Morrigan said laughing as she appeared standing behind Agron having grabbed supplies. "Ha! As if you haven't" Flemeth said amused at the quick mask of calm that her daughter had formed on her face.

"We should leave soon. I suggest a village north of the Wilds as our first destinations. Tis not too far and you will find much you need there" Morrigan said quickly changing the subject.

Before any of them could say anything Morrigan continued "or if you prefer I shall simply be your silent guide. The chose is yours."

Agron looked between Flemeth and Morrigan not understanding their relationship, at times they seemed like a family yet at others they seemed liked rivals… or enemies.

"No, if you have something to say, say it. Speak your mind" Agron said finally as he looked at Morrigan. Flemeth laughed saying "you will regret that." "Dear sweet mother, you are so kind to cast me out like this. How fondly I shall remember this moment" Morrigan said almost glaring at her mother.

"Well if you want something done, do it yourself, or hear about it for a decade or two afterwards" Flemeth said calmly. "The Grey Wardens have always taken allies where they could find them" Alistair said still not liking this but understanding what needed to be done.

"I am so pleased to have your approval" Morrigan said sarcastically. "Alright we should head out. Thanks for everything Flemeth" Agron said as he got ready with Alistair and Morrigan.

"Farewell, mother. Do not forget the stew on the fire. I would hate to return to a burned down hut" Morrigan said coldly looking at her mother. "Bah. Tis more likely you will return to see this entire area, along with my hut swallowed up by the Blight" Flemeth said sternly giving Morrigan another disappointed look.

"I… all I meant was…" Morrigan began as Alistair and Agron remained silent unsure of what to makes of this. "Yes I know. Do try and have fun dear" Flemeth said calmly.

As the trio left Flemeth watched over them.

You know what needs to be done Morrigan.
As for you Agron… remember my words. You are not like the others
It will be you
who saves the world not Alistair Flemeth thought.


Epilogue

Three days had pasted since Flemeth had rescued Alistair and Agron.

Currently the Witch of the Wilds was in her Dragon form and flying across the Wilds inspecting the progress the Darkspawn had made in their march against Ferelden.

The Darkspawn sent a force away from the Horde and they're traveling back not forward… what are they searching for? Flemeth thinks as she soars through the sky staying above the clouds. Flying further and further back, tracing the small stream of Darkspawn heading the wrong direction Flemeth stumbles upon an odd sight. There below in a clearing lay a slain Ogre Alpha covering in blood.

Gliding lower Flemeth took a closer look seeing a corpse of a Soldier nearby… and that the Ogre Alpha's head had been sawed through from its left eye.

That Soldier didn't kill the Ogre. Who did, I wonder?" Flemeth thought as she flapped her massive wings and took to the sky once again.

Following the path from the dead Ogre, Flemeth flew several miles before stumbling upon yet another curious sight. Down right below a small hill a group of travelers stood as a large force of Darkspawn appeared gathering around the travelers menacingly.

Veil creatures they enjoy the hunt. They saver it. Flemeth thought darkly as she glided down below and perched atop the hill as quietly as possible.

Watching over the group of travelers Flemeth took note of one particular man among them.

The man was a Soldier and wore Blue Ferelden Field Armor and he stood in front of the others his Longsword and Shield raised, as if to shield his group to no avail.

Did he kill the Ogre? This is a strange day indeed… I am feeling charitable Flemeth thought.

Stretching her massive wings Flemeth let loose a fierce roar that tore through the air getting the attention of the Darkspawn and the travelers. Leaping from the hill Flemeth glided down dive bombing the Darkspawn breathing fire as she flew over them making sure to leave the travelers unharmed.

Dozens of Darkspawn burned as Flemeth turned mid-dive scooping a charging Hurlock as he flew up higher and higher before releasing the Hurlock letting it fall to its death.

Turning around in mid-air and hovering above the inferno she'd made Flemeth looked over the travelers seeing them unharmed and the Soldier keeping the other behind him.

Why isn't he the protective one? Flemeth mused.

Gliding down Flemeth landed in the inferno that once been a force of nearly forty Darkspawn. Some Darkspawn survivors tried to charge Flemeth but she simply silenced them with a slash of her horned tail before grabbing and crushed the last remaining Darkspawn in her clawed hand.

Gathering her magic about her Flemeth slowly returned to her normal form, shrinking to the size of an average person forming into an elderly woman once again. Dropping the last Darkspawn from her now normal hand Flemeth walked towards the travelers gazing at the Soldier.

"Well, well, what have we here" Flemeth asked as she studied the group closely. "Use to be we never got visitors to the wilds but now they arrive in Hordes" Flemeth said coldly.

Now having a better look at him Flemeth noticed the Soldier was still a relative young man with dark blue eyes and midnight black hair that left bangs slanted across his forehead.

Lowering his Longsword and Shield the Soldier cautiously looked her over saying "thanks for your help with the Darkspawn… if you hadn't helped I don't what would have happened."

"I do. You and your friends would have perished" Flemeth said smiling coldly before continuing "if you wish to flee the Darkspawn you should know you're going the wrong way."

End… or perhaps a beginning


Flemeth is a very ambiguous character and I hope I portrayed her well
As for the Darkspawn corpse I just always wondered what did Flemeth use to ward them off, Morrigan said it was a smell
As for the Epilogue well Flemeth affects the course of history twice and I wanted to show that
I had fun writing this chapter but I really need to get back to studying for finals
Thanks for Reading and please Review!