Hope you enjoy. It is quick. I wasn't certain how Morrigan managed to get the child away, and not stay with it; so I guessed she couldn't.
She could almost get three miles before she would succumb to the need to hold the ring in her hands once more. She should have thrown it away; and in her more pain numbed moments, she had wanted to; but it had made the pregnancy so much easier; and she wanted to have it to show their son how much she loved his father. Maybe it would help reassure him of how much Aeden loved them both. It may not be needed for that reason at all; perhaps the boy would just simply remember his father the way she can now never stop remembering him; the look in his white/blue eyes when he delivered the killing blow to the defeated, agonized dragon... compassion.
She had been tackled to the ground by Alistair to prevent her from being bit in half by the beast. It was in agony, blind in one eye from elven, arrows, its mighty wing torn; legs severed. It had killed hundreds before they had arrived, had dropped Reordon to his death. Now it was all but crippled, lashing out in blind anguish.
It had turned its one good eye to her, as if in a desperate plea to it's soon to be mother for some comfort or release. It didn't want to keep dying as a slave to the blood seeping from its veins. She had made to stand, to look away from what would be her sons eye. Then Aeden stepped to its broken, bleeding body, and for a moment gazed at the creatures face.
She will never forget it, the look of pity in his eyes as he approached it.
The beast seemed to smile as Aeden stepped behind its head as it lay on the cold stones, and drove his blade as deep as he could to kill it.
The life force of the beast spewed forth like a geyser of light and power, before exploding out, knocking all present to their knees.
Aeden had lay still, as if dead; and in that instant she knew the zealotry of Templars as she vowed to hunt her mother to the ends of the earth, and depths of the Fade for this lie. Then he opened his eyes. She dropped to her knees, and marveled at him once more. The bewilderment in his eyes had been the most astonishing thing she had ever saw.
The beast had been in agony; the man had released it from it anguish without hesitation, but now she knew he had done so... not certain he would live.
"What are you man?" she had whispered as she held his face in her hands.
"Yours." he had sighed softly, smiled, then passed out.
She kissed him softly, desperately, and whispered, "I will love you always... my Aeden...damn you." and sobbed into his sleeping cheek.
Alistair, now the king of a desolated Ferelden - and soon husband to a ruthless scheming traitors daughter - offered her amnesty, and begged her to stay.
She told him, "You are becoming a good man, but unless you can grant that to all mages from the hate that gave rise to my mother by speaking it... save your breath. Your promises will only choke the air from your lungs and lead to your ruin as a king".
That day was a year ago. In that time she had grown great with their child, and had experienced the cruelty of those so infected by hate even toward a mage unborn.
She wondered, would they be so ready to cringe away from her if they understood the truth of it all? That the only thing standing between them and a demon being let loose upon their precious mortal world, was a single mage's feelings of love, and acceptance by them? Fools.
To keep her son clear from the ignorance, she had done the seemingly unimaginable: she had sent her yet unborn child, on the day he was to be born, to a place of safety; beyond the world, or the fade, where only those yet unborn could go - to be safe. She could only reach him using an eluvian. So she went about the task of finding, and activating one. Her son would stay safe, suspended in time till she woke him.
It took three months, three hundred miles, and all her will to not follow to where 'he' was, if just to say good-bye; but she finally reached it. In the depths of the earth, in a place called, 'The Dragonbone's Wastes', an eluvian. In three minutes time it would come to life, and take her to her son...
The sound of a great battle could be heard issuing from another cavern. The great Varterral had been awaken.
She waited, amused by the carnage of fools loosing all for imaginative tales of gold...
But all too soon, the ground suddenly shook one last time, then became still.
The door to the cavern she stood in opened.
The great beast had been slain... but by who?
The ring grew warm in her palm.
"Who else...," she gasped as her tears fell from her eyes, and were quickly sniffed away, "... my love," she sighed as she waited, and listened as the distant sound of heavy plate armored boots approached...
One more to go...