Author: Revan-sama.
Game: Dragon age origins.
Characters/pairings: Female Warden x Alistair, Female Warden x Zevran, Male Warden x Morrigan, Male Warden Leliana.
Summary: A former templar grey warden who is destined to be a king, a former Antivan assassin, a witch of the Korcari wilds, a former Orlisian bard who became a Chantry lay sister. All different people, with different views and opinions...yet...
their feelings toward their leader is the only thing that united them together against the blight.
Title: The origin of four feelings.
At difficult times, your compassion and your warm smile will save everyone.
But if that smile isn't there anymore...What am I suppose to do...?
-Origin of third feeling: wine, woman and song-
The Grey warden who will slain the Archdemon will die for sure.
A dark ritual can prevent that grey warden from dying.
He only have to lay down with her to make a child.
And he refused.
She heard everything.
Leliana heard all those thing and now she was confronting the witch about it.
Even if Morrigan couldn't see it because leliana's face was hidden by her red hair;
her blue eyes widen in anger, grinded her teeth, her fist tightening her chantry amulet.
Cruel, cruel reality hit her in the face.
And everything because of the unfair choice given by that...that...that filthy woman!
Her warden would die?
Her precious warden lover would die?
Don't...
"...Don't..." she said slowly, out of breath.
"...?" The witch looked at her with a cold stare mixed with curiosity of the bard reaction.
Leliana grinded her teeth even more and let out everything :
"DON'T YOU MESS WITH ME-! ! !"
Leliana's face was metamorphosed because of her wrath.
She had a hard time to breath.
Anger, hate...Those were childish words compared to what she was feeling right now.
However Morrigan wasn't impress at all. She smirked and mightily said:
"And what will you do about it? Hmm? There is nothing more to discuss.
He refused my deal, he could have been spared but he refused and couldn't convince Alistair to do it."
The witch began to leave but before she could touch the door.
"...?" An arrow has pierced the door. Cutting one of Morrigan's hair.
She turned around, to see the bard with the bow of her former mentor in her hand.
She took another arrow and threaten the witch with it.
Leliana glared her with a fearsome look overwhelmed by wrath.
"I won't let you leave! There has to be another way! Tell me or-!"
BAM.
Her bow was on the floor, hit by magic. This time it was Morrigan's face cold and fearsome.
"I'll say this only one time, girl."
Leliana's eyes widen in anger.
"Leave me be, or else..."
The bard grinded her teeth.
"You'll die here. But that's fine, your precious warden will follow."
Leliana unsheathed quickly both of her daggers and ran at full speed toward Morrigan.
As soon as she was close enough, the witch had already concentrated the power of lightening in her staff.
Both hit each other, One with daggers and the other with magic.
Both would be wounded or both would die.
They both screamed out loud, both shouts filled of blind rage.
The staff with lightening and the daggers were going to clash into each other.
But...
All the sudden, a piece of earth came in between and pushed both the witch and the bard against the wall.
What...?
...!
The spell Stonefist.
Morrigan's back hit the wall, as for Leliana, someone caught her.
And that someone was...
"Tch...I was wondering when you would be in my way again...Old woman."
Leliana's eyes widen and looked at her savior.
"Wynne?" The elder woman said nothing, she just stared at the witch.
She placed the young bard on the floor and said: "That's enough, both of you."
Wynne looked back at Leliana: "You should both be ashamed, acting like children!"
Then she looked back at Morrigan: "Didn't you said that you wanted to leave? No one is holding you back."
Morrigan glared at the old woman and said arrogantly: "You'll pay for this. Tis not over. I'll swear it."
And she leaved without turning back.
Wynne sighed and turn back to Leliana.
"I'm very disappointed Leliana." Leliana's face was hidden by her hair.
She was biting her lower lips until blood poured out.
"Wynne...I..."
The old woman's firm eyes became more gentle and sad when she heard that sound.
Sobbing.
Wynne sat down on the floor next to Leliana.
The bard cradle into the old mage's arm like a lost crying child.
I'm going to lose him!
I'm going to lose my beloved because of her fault!
Because of his fault!
Because...of...of...
My fault!
"UAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaA-"
...
Few month after the end of the blight...
It was said that they found a young red haired woman in her room.
She hanged herself.
But even in death, the young woman was smiling.
And when questions were asked, the maid would only say :
"The Maker heard her pleas at last."
NEXT LAST CHAPTER: -Origin of fourth feeling: Witch gone wild-