I know that this is short again, but i do not like writing for hours at end. Sorry :P! I will write another soon.! Have fun!

We have been traveling for two days now. This path seems like it will never end, but one more day 'till we arrive at Ostagar. Oh how I dread the day. Not that I didn't want to come back to this place ever again in my life, it's just that I fear for Alistair. I do not want him to be all depressed about what had happened that day. We both got to the beacon ahead of time so there should have been no delay in Loghain's actions. I could see the look on his eyes when we saw the troops retreat. He tried so hard to run back but the darkspawn had gotten to us too quickly, and that is how we ended up in Flemth's hut. He regrets not speaking his mind and being in the fight, I can see it in his eyes. It's not his fault, but every time anyone evens brings up the retreat, his eyes start to fill up with sorrow. I feel terrible about what has happened, but what is done is done. Whenever I think about it, I think about how everything happened for a reason. We are alive for a reason, and although I am not thankful for it, I am happy that everything has ended up like this.

We stop and camp in an open field surrounded by animal noises and creepy dark trees. We all see lights beyond the mountains in the distance, but that is another day's work.

"Ohgren, did you pack some ale?" asked a very curious Zevran as he started to unpack his tent.

"Don't you know it," he says as he pulls out a pretty large sized bottle. They both laugh and start to drink from it. I then chuckle a little bit then walk over to an edge along where the field ends. Looking back, the camp isn't far and I see Shale, Zevran, Ohgren, and Alistair sitting around the fire. Since when did I become the only female in this pack of wild carnivores? I shook my head and continued to look outward. The view. It was simply beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, someone stunning is now sitting next to me. I lay my head on his broad shoulders as he kissed the top of my head.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I've been ready for this day since we left Ostagar in the first place." He smiled.

"You know, it's going to be okay, Alistair."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know how this place changed your life forever. We don't have to go if you do not wish to."

He shook my head off of his shoulder. "What is changing YOUR mind all of a sudden? You have known for a while that I have wanted to do this."

"It's just that I don't want to see you sad that's all."

"Love, I'm going back to history here. I'm not trying to relive what I have already experienced. Yes, everything that had happened was tragic, and I wish there was tons that I could change. But I realize now that I cannot do such a thing. I would be changing a whole lot that has happened if I did change anything. Dwelling on the past is not an option now. I won't be sad; I'll be a tiny bit upset, but nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure," I put my head back on his shoulder.

"Positive," he held my chin up and kissed me very passionately.

"And I surely didn't mean it like that. I meant about our decisions then, and about Cailan and Duncan."

"I know what you had meant, dear. I will not be sad, and I will not mourn their loses. I will praise them for their courage and how they helped."

We hear a shouting from the camp. "Come on lovebirds. We should be getting some z's in soon!"

"Ha-ha! Okay Zevran, we're coming." We get up and start walking away. "Hey Ky?" He had asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you regret anything from Ostagar?"

"Yeah. Not being a mage so we could have fought some more."

"Here it is. Ostagar."

We made it beyond the mountains and through a couple of tree patches, and made it to the battlefield. It has been seven months since the first bloodshed here. The ground still tainted with red, the trees trying to grow back, but failing. The castle very crooked, and the air still is cold from where the battle took place. The clouds are actually somewhat cloudy.

"Want to stay together or look by ourselves," asked Shale.

"We can go separate my rock hearted golem of mine," declared a sourful Zevran.

"Hilarious puny little elf."

"Eh. Just doing my job."

"Alistair and I will stay here for a little bit."

"Alright. I will go off with the golem and talk about pigeons," said an-already drunk Ohgren.

"I hate pigeons."

"I know you do, I know," as he said while the two started to walk to the left, while Zevran saluted us and went straight ahead. We started to slowly walk, hand in hand, to look around the battlefield. I felt his sweaty hand tighten around mine as we passed the patch where Duncan and Cailan were slaughtered. We stood there. Lifeless more like it. Duncan was Alistair's mentor, and Cailan was his half brother. It was like his whole famiy was dead. Except for Goldanna. She sort of shunned her royal brother, so I do not think that he has seen or even heard from her much. He occasionally sends her some gold, but no letter in return for his caring offers. I stared at him. He was crying.

"I know what you are going to say, Kylie. I am not sad."

"You're not making your case very successful, Alistair."

"Kylie, I am not sad, okay? Memories are starting to overflow my brain this instant."

"I understand. Take all the time you need." I kissed his lips and let go of his hand and walked a ways away from him. He needed time to think. He needed time to take in what he wanted. I remembered I promised him, while we were arriving at Redcliffe that no matter what would happen, we would come back to Ostagar right after the Blight was finished with. I promised him, and I am keeping that promise. He kept his promise to; to stay with me after the Blight was done. Since he had become king, he hadn't asked me to marry him. Sure, I did tell everyone that I would rule by his side, and I shall do that. After I had said that, he was furious! And when I mean furious, I mean pacing frantically, and chanting 'what the hell just happened', and 'what did I get myself into'. I told him I said that under pressure, then we started to argue about if I meant it or if he really wanted to marry me and so on. We eventually agreed that we would wait until we were ready, not the fiancée part, but the whole marrying part. We agreed that we would stay together forever, we already knew that, and that he would propose properly and when he needed, I would be here forever anyways.

I saw him there, kneeling. He was not crying anymore, he was praying. I have never actually seen him pray. He usually does when I'm already asleep, or when I'm not around. He took something out of his pocket and set it on the ground. I walked back up to him and saw it was something I had found for him.

"Is that your mother's pendant?"

"Yes, it is." He smiled and stood back up.

"But why are you giving it up? And why here?"

"My family mainly died here. Cailan, Duncan, and my father. My mother died before I even knew who she was, and my father died from being ill. They all need to be together. This is where I want to be when I pass. Promise me you will bury me where everyone I have ever loved, right here. And even Ostagar, what is was when everything had happened I still love. Promise me?"

I kissed him. "I promise, love."

We hear shouting further ahead. We sprinted ahead to find Zevran on the ground. Alistair helped him up.

"Are you hurt?"

Zevran brushed the dirt off of him, and then grabbed his short dagger next to him. "I am fine, but these fiends won't be." Then he ran with both daggers in his hands.

"What is he talking about?" We ran behind Zevran and saw a dragon. This was no small, puny dragon that took two hits to take down. He was huge. Blue, dark blue to be exact. Fierce, fire-breathing, and tall. His tail whipped around and he roared so powerfully, the earth shook.

"Ah shit," said Alistair. "Since when did a dragon live here?"