Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything in Dragon Age.
Authors note: Thanks to all of you who have read this. It's one of my first attempts at a Fan fiction. Any thoughts that you might have about it would be appreciated. This is still the beginning where we set our stage, so bare with me. I'm sorry for taking so darn long, I've had finals the last two weeks. I'll try not to let it happen again next chapter will be much longer, and it is where the story truly starts.
Chapter 2: How do you fight a ghost?
After a little while the tears subsided, but she did not move from her spot on the floor. That is where Soren found her; she looked small and almost childlike, sitting in a corner with her head on her knees and arms wrapped around them. He gave an exasperated sigh, and walked over and sat down beside her.
"The woman that killed the arch-demon and sent the darkspawn back to their little corner of the world gets reduced to tears by a mere man? I you want I'll throw him off the tower, it will look like he jumped…" He had a hopeful sound in his voice that made Evaine smile.
"I've always been an idiot where he is concerned. I've never been able to think clearly around him. IT's even worse now, I feel like a break inside when he looks at me. I'm forced to remember that I wasn't enough to keep him around." She rubbed her face in her knees and looked a Soren, her eyes still glistening from unshed tears.
"So then, what is the plan? What are we to do with him? Keep him locked in that room indefinitely?"
She sighed again, "No, I suppose we cannot. But we cannot kill him either. I will not do it Soren, I'm sorry. I guess I will talk to him and see what it is that he was expecting, and we can go from t here." She started to get up when Soren grabbed her arm.
"Are you sure that you are able to do this, alone I mean? His eyes geld a worry that she could not place. Maybe it was because he felt the need to take the role of father and brother since they had passed. She smile softly at him and gently reached to touch his hand, "I will be fine, there is nothing more he can do to hurt me. I need to get this done with."
He let go and watched her walk out of the room with a confidence that he knew she didn't feel. He wished that Tyrn Cousland was here; at least he would've let Soren throw Alistar out of the window for what he had done to Evaine. He shook his head and got up to head back to his chamber to sleep, he had gotten none the previous night.
Evaine walked up to the heavy oak door and stopped. The two men stationed at each side of the door looked at her expectantly. She took a deep breath in and nodded to them to open the door. It slowly creaked open to show Alistar pacing throughout the room. He stopped when he heard the door shut and without even turning around, he knew it was her. The air around her always seemed electric when around her. His body would involuntarily react to hers without any prompt from him.
"I was wondering when you would come…" The statement was open-ended, as if waiting for her to say something, "Are you going to say anything?"
"I'm still gathering my thoughts, you have known that this would happen and have been able to plan thusly. To my knowledge the last time I would ever see you was that night in camp, before the attack when I was crying and yelling for you to return. Which you did not."
"I know what you have to do Evie," She flinched at the use of such an intimate name for her, "The Wardens accept no cowardice." You looked to the floor, not able to meet her eyes. "I know what I did was cowardice, and selfish, and immature. I know that now. It's just that, at the time, my reasons seemed so sound. I was so full of rage and honor about Duncan's death, I could see through all of it. I'm truly sorry."
She couldn't handle it anymore, the tears threatened to come again. She turned around trying to by herself some time, "Oh, damn your honor Alistar! Where was your precious honor when there were just the three of us to face that thing, or after? Where was it when I was kneeling in the dirt screaming at you back as you walked away from me, screaming for you to come back? I begged you not to leave!" It was too much, the tears finally broke free. He walked towards her and put his arms around her. There was something so familiar about them and the feel of them around her. She couldn't help herself; she leaned back in to him. How many nights had she dreamt of his touch since he had left?
She finally came to her senses and roughly pushed herself from his embrace. "That is no longer welcome! You lost the privilege of that when you walked out." They were both silent once again. She finally broke the silence with a heavy sigh. She looked right at him for a moment before going on, "You will stay here. You are still a Grey Warden and we will not turn our backs on our own, even if she turned his back on us. It will not be easy to win them men's trust, or mine for that matter." She had a smirk on her face once again.
"I will do my best not to let you down a second time." He bowed to her and then sat in one of the chairs to look at her. She seemed to be thinking something.
"Where did you go anyways? No one had heard from you since you left."
"I was with the legion of the dead. I felt like I had nothing left to live for, so why not join men that don't exist? Do you mind if we talk about this another time? I have much I need to discuss with you, but it has been well over two years since I have slept in an actual bed, do you mind waiting until tonight?"
She thought a moment, "No, tonight will be fine. Rest easy Alistar, tonight you are safe." She walked out and shut the door behind her. The Legion of The Dead, What was he thinking? He's lucky he s not dead or worse. She shook her head, which was so Alistar. She walked the long hall way back to her apartments.
