AN:I felt like a little epilogue was needed for this story.
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More than two hundred years later:
"This is the main hall or the entrance hall, as you can see, the decoration is sumptuous meant to enthrall the guests," the guide addressed the small group of visitors.
With astonished eyes, the young people admired the decoration of the room. Before the old guide could recite the monotonous words he repeated at each guided tour, a young woman pointed to a large painting,
"Who is this woman dragging down the dragon?" she asked.
The Old man looked at the painting and smiled, almost each time someone would ask about this particular painting.
"This painting is a representation of the elven Warden flooring the Archdemon, she was the last Teyrna this castle had,"
"An elven warden Teyrna? Back then? It is hard to believe," another visitor said.
"well, her story is particular, you see, the Teyrn of Gwaren at that time, was Loghain Mac Tir, the father of the Queen Anora, This man was involved in a scheme that made Ferelden lose its most powerful men in one week, leading to a civil war in times of Blight…"
"I think we learned this in history classes," the girl said, "but, didn't he get executed or something?"
"Not really, to protect him, the Queen forced warden Tabris to marry Loghain, it is said that they hated each other with a passion, as they were sworn enemies since the failed battle of Ostagar," the man précised.
"So why there is a lot of her paintings all over the walls?" the girl was skeptical and very smart.
"It seems that things changed when they came here, in fact, it is said that it was her who saved his life when Queen Anora died and the King wanted to get rid of him, she had convinced the King who was one of her fellow wardens to only exile the Teyrn,"
"And then? What happened after this," the girl said impatiently.
"As we all know, Ferelden had been ruled by Alistair Theirin and then his son after him and…" the old man said playing stupid to create more suspense for the captivated audience.
"I am talking about the warden and Loghain? What happened to them?"
"Kallian Tabris, or should I say Teyrna Mac Tir, made a deal with the King, she exchanged this castle and the lands surrounding it for the life of her old husband…they left together and what happened to them stays a mystery,"
"Now, I feel so disappointed," she said
"However, there are rumors about them, a fereldan Arlessa claimed that she had seen them in a theatre in Antiva; an old black haired man who seemed to have lost partially his sight was sitting in a balcony with an elven woman holding his hand and whispering into his ear what was happening in stage when the actors were not singing the opera…some affirmed that a Baron offered Loghain asylum on his lands where he lived with his wife when others said that the Warden and Loghain ended up in Rivain raising their children as far as possible from politics and power struggle,"
"But which one of those stories you think to be more veracious?" a man asked.
"In my opinion, all of them are," the old man said with confidence and saw the smile of the girl who asked him first widen…
"And who is the woman standing next to Warden Teyrna in this painting?" a boy asked.
The guide's smile disappeared, as he looked at this particular picture.
"Nobody knows exactly who she was," he said, "but, the first inventory made to draw up a list of all the objects present in this castle, described this painting as the painting of one sitting woman, the Teyrna…for the woman standing beside her had never been mentioned." The man explained.
"A ghost painting? I am thrilled," a visitor laughed.
"Is there another rational explanation?" a man asked.
"The only two explanations are that all the people who made the precedent inventory were short-sighted or this woman standing here appeared later," The guide said.
"She has a unique aura and such a look in her eyes," a woman got closer to the painting.
"Step back, lady!" the old man warned, "Believe me, you do not want to keep staring at this one for long," he added.
"Now, let us move to the next room," The guide smiled not wanting to make the visitors more anxious…After a night spent here, they would find out for themselves about the oppressive atmosphere and the entity who seemed to have never left the walls of this castle.
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