Sequel is up. It is called "Aeon of Silence"
"Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie
It cant be true
That I'm losing you
The sun cannot fall from the sky
Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel"
The group just had to follow the earring for about an hour before they stopped. You could see the first rays of sunlight taking over the deep black ocean of stars. Morrigan crouched on the soft damp grass, and took something up. By the torchlight, he could see it was a black cloak. It was made of fine material, he went closer to look at it. Morrigan sniffed at it and a grim expression set on her appearance. Zevran took it from her and inhaled the smell. Deep in the disgusting odor, he could smell her fragrance. He looked at the cloak and he recognized it. It was Diana's. He had a torch in his other hand and gazed over the cloak. It felt like steel covered his heart. It had been ripped apart. He gave it back to Morrigan, whom mumbled something unbearable and stepped away from the group.
Alistair stood next to Zevran;
"That cloak was hers, before you ask." He stated to the king and looked at Morrigan. The witch was looking pensively at the cloak and Zevran had a feeling she knew something he didn't. He stepped over to her;
"So what do you think?"
She actually jumped by his voice. He chuckled at her furious expression:
"Well, my theory is correct. I hoped it wasn't."
"And what is that theory?" He asked gazing up in the sky.
"...the darkspawn have taken her." Zevran blinked and stepped in front of Morrigan.
"Darkspawn? How could that be?"
"The baby..." She mumbled.
He remembered what Diana told him on the rooftop but hand't really thought about it. He thought it was her raging hormones talking, or hoping that was the case.
"How is that even possible?" He muttered.
"What is?"
"She told me she is carrying the archdemon within her." He narrowed his eyes at Morrigan.
"And how could that come to be? If I recall correctly in that battle, you wanted to perform a ritual that would grant you a child, yes?"
"Oh, so you still remember? I somewhat expected less." She asked surprised.
"I'm an assassin, my dear. I'm taught to observe."
"Yes, true. Fine I will be blunt. I did do my ritual with Alistair and I did get pregnant. Something backfired in that ritual, since Diana was carrying hers at the same time."
"I see." He frowned at Morrigan, "So where is the spawn of Alistair?"
"Eugh, I removed it as soon as I noticed I failed with my goal."
"Sounds like you."
She scoffed at him.
"That's why the darkspawn must have taken her. I told her about 'tis and she refused to believe me."
"How did the Orlesians fail to notice the demon within her?" He recalled what those people did to her to see if anything was wrong with her.
"I was there to conceal it, transformed to a raven. I know many things because I never left." She winked her eye at him.
"I'm impressed." he chuckled.
The earring above her head, intensified in its red color. Morrigan cocked her eyebrow. "We need to move, she's in danger." She whispered.
They packed up and followed the light whose light was increasing with every swift movement it did in the air. When they sun was high above the ground, they stopped and saw that the little golden circle shape wanted to lead them underground. The men started to dig where there used to be rocks and found a tunnel leading down what could only be...
"The deep roads, huh?" Alistair sighed. They bucked the rocks away and slid down the small entrance. Zevran scanned with his eyes through the tunnel. He didn't hear or see anything. He lit the torch and gazed the scape around him while his eyes adjusted to darkness.
It didn't take long for them to assemble their party and he, Morrigan and Alistair were in the front.
The king looked extremely nervous, Zevran noticed;
"Why so tense?"
"I feel them. The darkspawn are close."
They stopped for an hour or so to rest and eat. Morrigan was pacing with the earring hovering, and the red color intensified more. Itself was a light in this hole of despair. Zevran just wanted to get Diana and take her out of her to safety and kill anything that would come between that. They walked again, on the guard and the only sound made was their feet against the ground. Then suddenly a cry echoed in tunnel. They all stopped and they all thought the same thing, and started to sprint. They ran after the earring and they came to passage. They stared curiosly at it. It was a big bolted wooden door, and the scrams were from behind it. Diana...
"We need to bring this down now!" Yelled Alistair, and all the men rushed against the gates with their weapons drawn, slashing though the material. It took them a long time and the cries was damped on the other side. If anything happened to her....They got the door opened and they all got paralyzed. Zevran couldn't move and he saw his horror come alive. She was lying on a altar of some kind, and blood was all over her body, especially down. The baby had been born. He saw a strange looking monster having the small baby girl in its arms, covered in a blanket. It cried out loudly and the thing holding it smiled at them.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to come. No matter, you are to late." he said in a malice tone. A talking darkspawn? How could that be? He did a gesture to an emissary and he left with the rest of the darkspawn. They were easy targets, why didn't they want to attack? He didn't have time to think when the emissary pulled an exhausted pale girl in its arms, blood dripping over her legs. Zevran tried to move but found it impossible, and just stared when....
The group stared as the emissary stabbed through her chest. NO! Apparently strong feelings can break hold of the spell. Alistair and him were the only ones that could move. Morrigan were only a few seconds after and the spell broke its hold on its prisoners. The emissary had run away. Alistair wanted to stay, but Morrigan scurried him to hunt the darkspawn with his men. They needed the child. He reluctantly nodded and hurried off. Morrigan removed the paralyzing charm from Zevran. There were only the two mages, him and...
"DIANA!" She fell like a gracious angel to the ground, with blood running down through her once white dress.
"Stop every clock
Stars are in shock
The river will flow to the sea
I wont let you fly
I wont say goodbye
I wont let you slip away from me"
He ran as fast his legs would let him and crashed beside her, and took her shaking body in his arms. He ran his hands up an down her cold arms, and took away the crimson blood curls from her face.
She panted heavily and focused her eyes on Zevran;
"Z-zev." Her voice was weak, and filled with trembling notion.
"I'm here, my emerald." He was surprised how his own voice cracked.
She smiled her soft smile at him and coughed in his chest. He saw to his horror that she coughed up blood.
"Aerian! Morrigan!" The both mages ran to his side.
"Heal her." He almost yelled at the both of them.
Aerian felt through her body and shook his head.
"She is to far gone with a newly birth and...I'm sorry."
"Morrigan! You can heal her with your blood magic, can you not?" he was growing desperate.
She was staring at Diana.
"Morrigan!"
"I can, but with her wounds it would require another one's life."
"Don't" said the week Warden.
"No one else will die bec-because of me." Zevran stared at her blood freckled face. She looked like a ghost and his hand was lying on her chest, where the blood was still running freely through her dress, like a river. He felt one of her cold hand lying on top of his hand.
"Then take mine." He said to Morrigan. Her eyes widened and stared with shock at him.
"No. You will not." Diana looked at him.
"I will."
"If you do that, I will complete the fall." She added and looked at him knowingly. He couldn't respond to her, and he trembled.
"Its okay Zev. I can see them..."She smiled, "my parents, Wynne, Leliana..." her voice faded, and he shook her lightly and she coughed again. He hugged her upper body tightly to his rapidly beating chest.
"I can't lose you, not again...I can't..." He felt hot wetness dripping on his cheeks.
"You will not lose me. I'll will be with you in your memories." She whispered to him and traced her fingertips on his cheek.
"The child is whats important now. You need to find it Zevran." He shook his head lightly while her freezing hand cupped his cheek.
"I will not let you slip away." He said firmly and stared into her watery eyes. The glimmer was ignited in them, the deep emerald dream awoken. She was growing paler by the second and Zevran dug his finger deeper in her thin white fabric. He was finding himself fighting a losing battle. The assassin was not used to lose, and his ragged breath was escalating to the point of hyperventilation.
"You can't..." He couldn't bear to finish the sentence. Seeing the woman he loved slipping further and further away with every intake of breath she inhaled. Her eyelids were closed and she smiled at him.
No! his hand went on the back of her head, granting him more access to look at her pure white, beautiful, scarred face. She was not fighting, she had realized this was a release for her, didn't she? He placed his forehead upon hers and felt the dampness hot upon his cheeks and felt so weak. He had never cried before. Get a grip! He told himself, but he couldn't and the flow was increasing. He shut his eyes as in an attempt to remove the building pressure that wanted to release behind his eyes. He would not break it, she will not see him weak..she will not...his thought got interrupted by her dry lips kissing him, and he returned it. The taste of her blood didn't bother him at all, it was hers. It only scared him, because coughing up blood was never good. She breathed upon his lips.
"It's okay, Zev." while caressing his cheek. It was hurting to have his eyes closed and he couldn't take it, this was worse then any torture he had endured before, and when he opened his eyes to lock with her ever-so-green eyes, the dam breached. A gut-wrenching sob escaped his body.
"I love you..." She whispered to him and kissed him through his sobbing. He would never let go, maybe if they kept kissing she would not let go. She can't slip away then, can she? His lips met hers with fervor, and her hands were in his hair, holding on tightly. He kept kissing, watering her lips with his touch. He could feel her draining away, and he intensified and deepen their kiss in failing attempt to prevent it.
Don't let go, please! He would never do a thing that would hurt her ever again. Never deprive her of the attention she craved from him. Everything, not this. Not having to hold her like this here, in the deep roads. She deserved better; to be roaming free, wind running through her hair and laughing. Not being in the depth of the deep roads, robbed of every thing she loved except him.
Then after what seemed forever in the cold harsh darkness, her hands fell to her sides and she stopped moving. He was still kissing her unresponsive lips that didn't need any more air, tears running like a waterfall from his eyes. She can't die. She was his goddess. He refused to open his eyes and embrace it and cried in her pulse-less neck.
Everything around him had diminished, and it was only the two of them there in a dark dream. He would never leave her side again and the sobs echoed through the tunnel of the depths. A baby girl cried in the arms of a malice evil monster, deeper down the engulfed darkness. Who would she live to become?
"Can you hear heaven cry
Tears of an angel
Tears of aaaaaaaa...
Tears of an angel
Tears of an angel." tears from an angel, RyanDan
The End
Sequel is up. It is called "Aeon of Silence"