Adrian's army fled the battle once their commander was slain; the army of Ferelden's men and women cheered for what they thought was a victory. However, the country fell into mourning once they were told their King and Hero weren't found. Although many believe the saviors of Ferelden are dead, there are still those who have hope, even when their own daughter didn't…
The country gathered together to a peaceful plot of land near the city of Denerim. Friends from far corners joined the ceremony of Wren Tabris and Alistair Theirin. I group of Grey Wardens, old and new, who came was led by Oghren, an old and loyal friend to both. There were those who even claimed they saw large, grey giants watching the gathering from afar. I suspect another old friend was with them.
With the dates set for a Conclave at the Temple of Secret Ashes, Leliana left to fulfill her duties as Left Hand of the Devine. Torn between her two oaths, Zevran Aranai decided for her. The elf and the young mage said their goodbyes and left for wherever Zevran had planned for them to hide. Thus, Leliana put on her mask as Sister Nightingale, and left to serve Devine Justinia.
If Wren and Alistair did somehow survived, we may never know. But I know for certain that Ferelden will now fight with the strength their King and Hero has shown them in the past. We may even achieve peace, and isn't that what they fought for in the long run?
- written by Brother Genetivi, friend of both fallen heroes, found in an abandoned cabin.
Leliana looked at stared at a letter from Hope, who was going by a fake name. She knew it was Hope; in the lower corner of the parchment, there was a crudely drawn picture of a crow, a black fox, and a griffin. The Herald of Andraste's spymaster turned away from her the note and looked at her new future.
"I'm so sorry, Leliana," The Herald said in a hushed voice. Leliana hadn't spoken of her friends since she left Hope with Zevran. It was harder with the weight of Justinia's death tearing her apart from the inside.
"Do you believe it?" The Herald asked her, "Do you believe they're truly gone?"
Leliana gave them a small smile. She walked out from under her tent and watched two ravens perched on the roof of Haven's chapel.
"I used all my recourses to try to find them, or at least their bodies…but my scouts only found the body of Norah Angelo in the last place they were seen." Sister Nightingale hugged herself. "Stories of the last senior Ferelden Wardens being taken by the Darkspawn as trophies spread across Thedas. But of course, it wasn't the only story that was whispered amongst others."
The Herald joined her side. They both watched in silence as the birds flew off across the Inquisition's camp. Breaking the silence, the Herald pointed out that Leliana never answered their question.
"I did…once," she answered, "I was so sure of it too. That they would show up when we needed them most, and all would be well." Leliana gritted her teeth and closed her eyes before continuing, "But I was wrong. Wren will never again come back, and Alistair will not join her in her return. In times like these, we fantasize of a hero swooping down to rescue us from our inevitable end, but it's useless. We have to save ourselves."
Leliana opened her eyes. She bowed her head and excused herself, leaving the last and only savior of Thedas to their own company.
Sister Nightingale,
We have found the whereabouts of the apostate Morrigan. She has resided in the Winter Palace, acting as Empress Celine's occult adviser. From what we know, the boy you spoke of is nowhere to be seen. However, there is a child with her that goes by the name of Kieran. There isn't much to learn about the boy, except that he's a 'fine young lad'.
The ex-Crow Zevran Aranai has been hard to track down, which (considering the circumstances) is a relatively good thing. He did catch us on the way to Honnleath however, thinking us assassins. Realizing we worked for you, he told us to give you something. It's attached to this.
We will continue to observe them both,
Sparrow.
- a letter sent by a raven to the Inquisition's spymaster before the attack on Haven, attached to the scroll was a pendant of a small golden nug.
The wind howled like a banshee, flattening the long grass around the clearing. Rain poured down over the country of Ferelden. Two large marble statues stood tall in the middle in honor of the King and Hero of Ferelden. The Warden Tabris statue had carved Fangs strapped to her back, while in her left hand was a rose made out of rose quarts. The statue of King Alistair wore a cape that draped over his shoulder, and a crown made out of gold and glittering jewels. Both wore royal armour that only the kings and queens of Ferelden wore. The two statues were held eachother's hands. At the foot of the statue it read:
"In death, sacrifice –
But in our hearts, they remain."
An elven woman brushed her fingers over the clasped, stone hands gently. She laid a single rose at the feet of the two fallen heroes; it shimmered with some sort of enchantment. The woman touched the tender scar above her abdomen, flinching at the memory of the blade piercing her skin. She wrapped the cloak she wore around her body protectively. A blonde man joined the woman, and wrapped his arm around her body.
"We have to go, love," the man murmured. The woman sighed and turned away the statue that represented a painful past, and looked out over the city of Denerim.
His voice pulled her away from her thoughts, and took her lover's hand. The man smiled sadly as they walked down the small, cobbled path that led away from the statues and the city. The woman smiled back and took in a deep breath for their upcoming adventure. "Let's save the world, and find our Hope."
Halam
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Ma Serannas, ma falon.