"Mother?" Revanna said, walking up behind the old woman as she watched the battle far below in Ostagar. 'Is something wrong?"
"Evil walks tonight. The darkspawn are going to win."
Revanna thought about the handsome warrior that treated her with respect, if an annoying amount of curiosity. He would most certainly be overwhelmed by the darkspawn. She fought the image of him falling in command from entering her mind. "Will we help them?"
"There are two wardens. I saw them go into the tower some time ago. Two of them were in the Wilds earlier today. They must be saved."
"And no one else?" Revanna asked. "In my dragon form, I can turn the tide of ba-"
"No!" Flemeth suddenly snapped. "You will never use that form again until this Blight is over, do you understand me?!"
"Yes, Mother. Of course. Why does it bother you so much." Revanna said shrinking away from the old woman's wrath.
"It doesn't matter, come with me." Flemeth shifted into her eagle shape and flung herself off the cliff. Revanna chose the shape of a falcon and followed.
They flew over the battlefield, already littered with corpses and dying men and darkspawn. The hellish creatures were close to swarming the countryside. There were no signs of any other kind of life. The air was thick with blood and death.
Flemeth lead her to the Tower of Ishal where they easily looked in as Aedan and his companions fell under a barrage of arrows.
Revanna didn't recognize the strange fear that gripped her. The next thing she knew, she was diving into the tower and snatching up her precious warden to carry to safety. Her mother followed with his companion. They flew back to the hut and Revanna laid the warden out of her bed and tore out his arrows. She uttered words of magic and began healing him, the wounds closing, flesh mending before her very eyes.
"What has gotten into you, Sister?" Morrigan asked as Revanna curled up in front of the fireplace, weak from using her magic.
"I do not know. I could not let him die."
Flemeth sat down at the table, practically glaring at her daughter but not speaking a word.
Revanna, unable to bear the strange, cold look of her mother left the warmth of the hut and headed out into the cold night. Once she was far enough away, she shifted into her dragon form and flung herself into the sky, unleashing a jet of fire into the air. It felt good to stretch her wings and soon she was flying high over the Korcari Wilds, relishing in her freedom despite her mother's command. She was no longer a child and free to fly as she pleased.
Then something caught her eye, a flash of brightness within the trees. She quickly dived and landed and shifted, following the bright flashes whenever the object reflected the moon's light. She came upon a book, made of...diamond? Revanna slowly picked it up. It glowed when she touched it, but only for a moment. "Old Gods." She read the cover.
"Revanna!" She heard her mother's voice just a the monstrous form of a dragon arose out of the darkness. Tainted, disfigured, powerful. It opened its jaws and let its fire rain down on her an she heard its voice. It calling to her.
"Come to me, Spawn of Darkness. Come and take your place."