Not long after Tori had returned to Haven did Cullen, Fenris, Solas, and Varric return as well. Solas and Varric were wary around the other two men, knowing that it somehow had something to do with Tori. When they returned to the village, Solas and Varric saw that Tori was busy around the village- helping anywhere and anyway she could. When she noticed they had returned, she greeted them very proper and business like with only a slight hint of her old self towards the elf and dwarf. However, seeing her look and how she held herself around Cullen and Fenris made them not want to ask what happened.

Weeks had passed by and Tori stood in the war room with Cassandra and the others, discussing whether or not they should side with the mages or the Templars.

Tiring of the never ending circle of arguments, Tori slammed down her hands on the table. "Enough! We can't keep bickering like this! We have to choose and the decision needs to be consensual!"

Everyone looked at her as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"As much as it would be nice side with the Templars and help them rebuild the Order, having a Tevinter magister occupying Ferelden lands by force is the more pressing issue. Alexius is part of the Venatori, we know this is a trap and the danger I would be in, but we cannot allow this to stand." She said, standing straight. "That aside, I also owe it to Teagan and the King to help them retake Redcliffe from the magister."

"Your personal history with the King should not cloud your judgment, Herald." Cullen said harshly. The sting of seeing her with Alistair was still fresh in his mind.

Tori glared at him. "My personal history with Alistair has nothing to do with this situation other than the fact that I owe him a lot. He was the one who helped me when I came here to this world the most and Teagan is a good friend of mine. Why wouldn't I want to help them?" Her eyes narrowed. "And how dare you so callously throw my personal life around like some ragdoll. Nothing is clouding my judgment on this matter. My choice is made."

Cullen glared right back at her. "So it would seem. As it would seem you so callously threw yourself at the King."

Tori stared at him, wide eyed.

"Commander, that is enough." Leliana warned. She looked over and saw Tori's face hardening.

"Until we can come to an agreement, this meeting is adjourned. When we have more information on either side, then we will reconvene." Tori said, then stormed out of the war room.


While Cullen faced the scolding of Leliana, Cassandra, and Josephine, Tori went to her room and grabbed her pack and weapons. There was something she had been asked to take care of- an outpost near Haven had been receiving reports of Venatori in the area. She whistled for Amantheon and asked that Rylen and a few of his men come with her to investigate. She wanted to give her companions a rest and she didn't want to be anywhere near Cullen at the moment.

Making their way to the outpost, they found that it had been destroyed and the bodies of the agents stationed there were scattered about. Tori and Rylen took their men and searched the area, finding the trail left behind by the Venatori. Following it, they came upon the camp the Venatori had set up. They ambushed them, but the battle quickly turned against them.

"Garrett, watch out!" Tori shouted, shooting an arrow at the Venatori zealot advancing upon one of the men.

"Thanks for that!" Garrett called out, then turned to defend one of his comrades.

"Lady Herald, they've got us outmatched!" Rylen yelled.

Tori looked around them. They had the numbers, but Rylen was right. They were outmatched. The Venatori had a few warriors and rogues with them, but they were mostly spellbinders. Just as she was about to shout an order for retreat, Amantheon hovered above them and spat fire at the Venatori- burning most of them to death with a single breath. She smiled, but then she heard the release of a large compression type weapon and Amantheon roared. Her eyes went wide as Amantheon fell from the sky, the remaining Venatori quickly advancing on him. "No!" She charged in, drawing her sword and attacked the few Venatori left, killing them quickly before they could reach Amatheon. Once they were all dead, Tori rushed to Amantheon's side, seeing a large harpoon protruding from his chest.

Rylen and the others watched as Tori put pressure on the wound and Amantheon found enough strength to pull the harpoon from his chest, and their hearts sank when they saw what came next.

"Hang in there, Theon, please!" Tori begged the dragon, her hands covered in blood that would not stop flowing. She pressed down harder on the wound, taking her cloak to try and soak up some of the blood.

Amantheon was fading quickly and he knew it. He wrapped his wing around Tori, pulling her closer to him, and nudged her with his snout.

"T-Theon?"

Amantheon purred and nuzzled against her.

Tori pressed her head against his snout. "Please, stay with me...!"

Amantheon stayed like that, hugging his most trusted companion as he said his last goodbye. He looked at Tori one last time, chirping in hopes of seeing her smile on last time. And he got his final wish.

Tori smiled at that and kissed his snout, but then she watched Amantheon's eyes closed and his chest stopped moving. "Theon...?" She asked, shaking his head gently. "Theon, wake up, we need to get you a healer." When he didn't answer, Tori became frantic and took both hands to try and shake him awake. "Theon, wake up! Come on you have to get up!" She tried as hard as she could to wake the dragon who had been by her side for so long, always there when she needed him. "Theon, please! You have to wake up! You have to get up! We need to go home!" She stopped and stepped back, looking at the still beast before her. "Theon, no... please don't leave me..." She felt as if her world was coming down around her, shattering like glass.

Rylen stepped forward, but was afraid to get too close. "Herald..?"

Tori barely glanced at him. "Gather the men together and build a stretcher out of whatever materials you can salvage. We need to get Theon back to haven." She said, her voice cracking.

Rylen looked at her. "Herald, I'm sorry..."

Tori didn't acknowledge him after giving him an order and stayed by Amantheon's side. As Rylen and his men built the stretcher and manoeuvred Amantheon onto it, Tori could only watch in silence. When they were ready to leave, Rylen had the men hook up the stretcher to the horses and all of the horses they had brought with them pulled the stretcher all the way back to people of Haven and the Inquisition stood in silence as Tori and Rylen returned to the village. They saw Tori covered in blood, Amantheon still on a stretcher, and the grim look on Tori's face told them all they needed to know: Amantheon- the dragon companion of Tori Evermoore the Herald of Andraste, the Beast Tamer, and the Dragon Rider who had been with Tori since she came to Ferelden- was dead.

Word spread quickly of Amantheon's death and the mages in Haven banded together to construct a memorial stone for him while every able bodied man aided in taking Amantheon to the cave where he stayed. Once he was situated inside the cave, Tori gave him one last hug and kissed his snout before exiting the cave and watching as the few mages who had come with them sealed the cave shut with magik, entombing the dragon within. Once the memorial stone was finished, some of the agents brought it up to where the mouth of the cave was now sealed and the mages helped fixate it in front of the now tomb.

Cullen, Leliana, and all the other advisors and Tori's companions came to pay their respects, but Tori couldn't hear them or see them. She stood there, staring at Amantheon's tomb, unable to process that she had just lost her best friend forever. After trying several times to console her, her friends eventually left her in peace to grieve the loss of her dragon and returned to the village to look after things there. Leliana sent word to Alistair, Branford, the rest of their companions from the Blight, and to Holland while Cassandra and Cullen organized a vigil for Amantheon.

All mourned for the loss of Amantheon the Magnificent, as many had come to call him over the years, but none mourned him more than Tori Evermoore.