"Fath- Er, Alistair... I'm your... I'm..." Arwen was suddenly flustered and didn't know what to say. She blushed and wanted to bury her face in her hands and hide. She felt so troublesome.

"There's no time for introductions, we need to-" Just then a dragon landed on the ground, but it was no normal dragon. It was... the Archdemon! Arwen gasped and reached for the Siren of the Fade.

"Whoa!" Daga exclaimed. Arwen was already summoning her magical energies to fight the Archdemon. She was so scared that her feet were trembling in her red shoes, her bosom heaving in accordance to the rhythm of her heart. She looked over and saw Alistair was watching her, and she suddenly became self-conscious.

I can't let him see my weakness! I.. I want to impress him! The Archdemon shrieked and Arwen's heart fluttered like a butterfly caught in a storm. She closed her golden-brown orbs and took a deep breath, trying to gain her courage. I need to be... a brave girl!

Arwen opened her eyes and they flashed dangerously with magic. She was no longer afraid of the Archdemon.

"HYYYAAAAHHHHHHH!" She cried out, slashing her greatsword in the direction of the Archdemon. A shockwave of magic washed over the dragon and crippled it, lighting its wings on fire. Arwen cried, her dress billowing in the wind like flower petals, and she jumped up in the air with an aura of power around her. She brought the blade down on the Archdemon's neck and bellowed her war cry. "Keelah se'lai!"

I am all powerful!

The Siren of the Fade sheared through the dragon's spine and severed his head from his body in one swing. A black evil energy exploded out of the open wound and knocked Arwen back. She fell gracefully to the ground, her sleek raven hair splaying wildly. The dark energy flew into Queen Ashleigh, and Arwen watched in horror as her lovely mother crumpled into a lifeless heap.

"M-mother!" Arwen called out, tearing up.

"Oh no!" Daga said.

"Ashleeiiighh!" Alistair cried, dropping his sword and shield. They all raced to Queen Ashleigh's side, but Arwen got there first. She sobbed and fell down before her mother's body and scooped her up, cradling her tenderly in her slender arms. Arwen's long, lithe fingers ran over her mother's lovely face and held her tight. Queen Ashleigh - though not yet Queen in this time paradox - looked very much like her daughter, except Arwen's features were even more delicate than her mother's. Queen Ashleigh was beautiful, surpassed only in beauty by her daughter, Arwen. Queen Ashleigh had large, pretty brown eyes and short black hair - like a boy, but it suited her really nicely. Her mother's arms were slender and toned, like Arwen's. Her body was also slender but still womanly and curved in all the right places. Ashleigh was wearing her Grey Warden mage armor, though her armor was fashioned to show off her full bust and accented her feminine form. Arwen and her mother also had the same defined but delicate collar bone. Arwen shook violently and thrashed her head about in sorrow as she held her dead mother's corpse. This was all her fault.

"Oh no, mother, what have I done?!"

"Oh no!" Daga said, crying too and stamping her foot.

"The... Arch... demon must have... When an Archdemon is... slain the soul... transfers to a darkspawn or... a Warden," Alistair said, his expression blank. Arwen gasped.

"So by... defeating the Archdemon I... I KILLED MOTHER!" Arwen said, sobbing anew. Alistair crouched down and hugged Arwen in a loving, strong embrace, shaking with her. Daga too joined in and cried with them. They all cried until they fell asleep in each others arms.