A/N: I don't own Dragon Age.
It's all gone to hell.
Hello Darkness, My old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains,
Within the sound of silence.
The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel.
Kirkwall was on fire.
Huge, billowing flumes swept and snagged on the fierce sea breeze as the smoke danced above the houses. Each hollow, gutted remains of the buildings that had once been homes spewed the smoke from its windows and doors as if in a desperate, vain hope to purge itself. Banners were kidnapped and swallowed whole by flames, posters curled with heat, the animals fled. And beneath it all among the smog people scurried and sprinted about in despairing panic like rats. There was a choir of screams and shouts.
The Templars strode through the crowds snatching at the fleeing figures of mages and running them through before moving onto the next ones with tenacious brutality. Other families were ripped apart by abominations or rogue blood mages who revelled in the madness and opportunity for seductive bloodshed.
Kirkwall was unrecognizable. Torn apart, turned upside; it lay open to infection.
It was like hell on Earth.
Anders watched dumbly as a child was dragged screaming into an alley by the grotesque, hulking shadow of an abomination. He had done this. He had caused this. That child died bleeding and cursing his name.
Oh Maker what had he done.
Anders hands began to shake.
A hand landed gently on his shoulder, the touch was so familiar that Anders didn't even need to look round to know it was Hawke.
"We need to keep moving Anders," Hawke spoke.
Anders nodded once and joined the others as they threw themselves into the madness.
A small group sprinted through the city, cleaving through the chaos with purpose. They moved as a whole through years of battle together. It was only glimpses of movements that the others saw as Hawke and company slipped past the smouldering houses and rapidly empty streets. They spilled out towards the ocean.
The streets near the dock were completely empty, bodies propped sleepily against walls and an alien, ghost like sensation suffocated what had once been alive with life and activity and now lay drained and broken. Hawke and Company tensed.
Something felt wrong.
There was a scraping and shuffling in the darkened alleys.
"Hawke," Merrill's voice trembled a warning as they spied the body that curled whimpering and the Templars that surrounded it.
"Hold her down!"
"Run her through!"
"She's changing or something!"
"Kill her quick!"
The Templars bustled with nervous activity but no one actually did anything in fear of being the one to act wrongly.
But when they did finally chose to move it was too late.
The mage's body began to writhe as scales and elongated, armoured limbs burst through her flesh. The tiny, shaking body of the mage was soon swallowed up by the towering monstrosity of a Pride Demon.
"Shit!"
"Someone do something! Someone do something!"
"Run!"
"No call the patrol! CALL THE PATROL!"
"No need," a patrol of Templars seemed to detach themselves from the shadows of the alley.
"We were given orders from Meredith to monitor the Docks;" the smug expression of the Templar at its head fixed his smug expression in Hawke, "in the case that Serah Hawke decided that he might prove himself to be a nuisance."
The other Templars looked at the new patrol with bewilderment; they didn't seem the least bit concerned about the Pride Demon. In fact they seemed far more interested in the arrival of the other band that had appeared here.
The main Templar issued orders sharply to the others and drew a rod from his belt. The Templars parted as a second Monster took her place in the courtyard of the Docks.
The Templars gripped his control Rod, "Kill Serah Hawke and Company."
A/N:
DA DA DAAAA :D
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