Arwen and Daga had only been walking for a short time when Daga started to sense something strange, though she wasn't sure what she was sensing. Daga had woven Arwen a flower crown while they were walking and gabbing, and the lovely crown made Arwen look very elvish, what with them being so closely associated to the Maker's beautiful nature. She felt like an elvish princess wearing it, which she was.
"You look so cute and sweet with your new flower crown," giggled Daga. Arwen hugged her and they intertwined arms as they walked. Arwen wanted to skip but since Daga was so much shorter than her, she figured it wouldn't be a good idea. Giggling playfully, Arwen floated over to some roadside flowers as if she were a cloud on a crisp mountain morning. She plucked a flower and glided elegantly over to Daga and tucked the blossom behind Daga's cute, big ears. Daga giggled and danced ahead, looking very sweet and happy. It made Arwen smile to see her friend in such high spirits!
Just then a Dankspawn jumped out of the woods and stabbed Daga in the throat. Arwen gasped in surprise and cried as she ran to her friend.
"Helpful fade spirits of healing and light, please HELP my friend!" Arwen chanted through her tears, throwing her hands in front of her. Arwen filled with warm energy and it shot out from deep within her, covering Daga in love and light. The fountain of blood from Daga's neck began to recede and the wound mended itself. Soon Daga was fine and up on her feet.
"Phew," she breathed, running her hand over her now-gone wound. "That was close! You saved my life, Arwen! I owe you my life!" Arwen knelt down to her friend and got on her level. Arwen looked deeply into Daga's eyes with her lavender orbs, and tried not to cry anymore. She touched the flower she had put in Daga's hair and hugged her tight.
"I was so scared, I thought I had lost you! I thought I had failed you, Daga..."
"Never, Arwen... You always try your best," Daga reassured her, smiling. Just then the Darkspawn shrieked again, and Daga pushed Arwen away to stop the Darkspawn from hurting her friend. "It's my turn to protect you!" Arwen watched with amazement at how agile and quick Daga was; given how thick her limbs were Arwen thought she would be slow, but she was not. Arwen knew she was stereotyping Daga and made a note not to do that anymore, because assumptions make an ass of you and me, as her mother, Queen Ashleigh, had always said. But as quick as Daga was, she couldn't beat the Darkspawn alone and thus Arwen had to step in and help.
"Icy fade spirits, freeze this Darkspawn with... WINTER'S GRASP!" Arwen cried, unsheathing her greatsword which amplified her magical powers like a staff. The runes etched into the iron glowed ice blue and a wave of power shot out and slammed into the Darkspawn, freezing it instantly. Daga punched the Darkspawn popsicle and threw her head back laughing as it exploded into many icy shards. Her voluminous red curls sparkled like lava with diamonds embedded in it. She looked like a goddess, profoundly lovely but terrifying. Arwen ran to her friend and embraced her. "You were amazing, Dagna!"
"Your greatsword is really handy!" Daga said, laughing. She patted Arwen on the shoulder and smoothed her hair. "You looked very fierce wielding it!" Arwen smiled and fondled her greatsword. It's hilt was made of rose gold and encrusted with diamonds and emeralds and shaped like a mermaid, with the fins fanning out to make the hand guard while the mermaid's head was the pommel. Arwen smiled remembering the day her father, King Alistair, had given it to her on her birthday when she turned 15. It was her favorite sword, and she had used it every day since he had given it to her. He had made it himself, and the mermaid slightly resembled her.
"My sword is named Siren of the Fade," Arwen told Daga. "Because it is shaped like a mermaid and is also a magic greatsword. I thought it was a lovely name for a sword." Arwen was cheerful again, and she ran her hand lovingly across the blade before sheathing it again.
"Wow," Daga said, running her fingers through her curly hair. Her red hair complimented her skin's brown pigmentation. Arwen could tell Daga was about to continue her comment when suddenly a shriek sounded overhead and a shadow passed over them. Their gazes both snapped up to sky to see a shadowy form flying overhead, a form shaped like a dragon. "Oh no, what could that be?!"
"Let's go find out, Dags..." Just then two figures appeared from the forest. Arwen noticed them and gasped.
"Father?! Mother?!" Arwen cried, holding her hand over her mouth. They were much younger than she remembered them, but there was no doubt it was King Alistair and Queen Ashleigh. Her father looked so handsome in his Grey Warden armor, and her mother was as lovely as she ever was too. She had never seem them like this, before. Not even in paintings!
"Huh?" Alistair said, confused. "Who are you?"