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"Micah. What is taking you so long? Is the girl a mage or isn't she? The battle cry has been sounded." A second man in Templar armor appeared around the corner.
I recognized the voice before I saw the man and I was elated. Finally, a Templar I knew. The Knight Captain would vouch for me. He had known me the entire time I was apprenticed to the First Enchanter.
"Just in time, Hadley. The apostate claims she is a Grey Warden. As if we were to believe such rubbish. And these mage lovers are trying to help her escape." Tightening his grip around my upper arm.
Hadley quickly looked the woman over. Her slight build, her high cheekbones, bright eyes and platinum white hair. "Rhiannon! Andraste's Mercy child. Then it's true. You are a Grey Warden. Congratulations Rhiannon, the Knight Commander sent word. Micah let her go. She is a Grey Warden."
"Ser Hadley, thank you. Tell Knight Commander I am sorry for shoving his Templar and please stay safe." This time I was able to break free from Micah's hold.
I didn't listen and I didn't care if the woman who tried to help me was still there. I would thank her if I saw her again. But I was late and Duncan and the King were fighting without me.
I ran as hard as I could praying that by the time I made it to the battlefield I would be able to access my mana.
I ran… right into a Hurlock. I didn't have to worry about my mana because either my terror allowed the fire to flow from my fingers or I was out of the Templar's area of cleansing. The bald monster with a mouth full of teeth roared in pain as the fire consumed him.
There were three more of the short squatty ones running towards me. I sent a small bolt of electricity through the one farthest away as I watched the other two engaged by redheaded woman who tried to help earlier.
"Good to know that you can defend yourself. I am Aveline."
I shrug and grin. "Just as long as there is no Templar Darkspawn. Thank you for your assistance. It is a death sentence to for a mage to assault a Templar. I am Rhiannon."
"Nice to meet you Rhiannon. You better hurry if you are going to get to the King before he storms the battlefield."
"I'm going. Thanks again for your help."
I ran. Twice more Darkspawn waylaid me. By the time, I got to the field I could just make out the Kings golden armor. And was grateful for the pretentiousness of it. Maybe there was a point to having the most important man on the field wearing the beacon that said come get me. Neither friend nor foe would miss him.
I heard the Ogre before I saw him. Then I saw him. I tried to run even faster. But I was out of air. We were both moving toward the king. The massive Darkspawn would be on top of him before I arrived.
I was thirty feet away from him when horrified I watched the Ogre pick him up and roar in his face. For that moment I thought he was going to eat the king alive and I panicked, screamed the word 'no' and thought stop.
Several things happened at once. I heard the cracking of bones, everything within ten feet of me stopped moving as if they were frozen in place. I dropped to my hands and knees my mana reserves were depleted. And soldiers unaffected by the spell came rushing forward to help.
"We have to get him down from there. I don't know how long it will hold." I could tell we didn't have much time as felt the magic dissipating. Before I could get a back on my feet, we were attacked again.
I tried a fireball but the first one fizzled in my palms. I succeed with the second one. Much smaller than any I normally could make.
I lobed at the advancing Darkspawn. I could hear the Hurlock laughing at me as the fireball glanced harmlessly off him maybe singing his armor slightly.
Two of the guard was able to cut off the Ogre's hand at the wrist before the giant was able to move. Cailan dropped limply to the ground.
The Ogre broke out of the paralysis throwing back his head and roaring in rage and pain. In that, moment I watched Duncan as the Grey Warden practically jumped on to the beast's chest and walked up the front of the giant driving his daggers into its chest with each step. We should have done that instead of cutting off the hand.
He rode the Ogre down to the ground as it died. He wiped his face with the back of his arm and looked toward the tower. The flame was visible. The Teyrn would be joining us soon. He moved to stand up and almost collapsed under the open wound to the stomach.
I swallowed a blue vial of the lyrium potion and felt suddenly stronger. I wouldn't be able to paralyze anything any time soon, but I could make a decent fireball.
I saw Duncan holding his stomach and his arm bright red. I pushed my way over to him and shoved a vial of the purple liquid under his nose with the command to drink.
