Leliana fought to bring herself to her feet and rubbed her eyes to rid them of the spots she still saw. She looked quickly to her sides for allies but saw none.

She thought she saw Darkspawn, but they seemed to be in retreat and this almost made Leliana's heart stop.

There is only one reason for Darkspawn to withdraw.

Leliana was on her feet and on moving quickly towards the Archdemon's body that she could now see a few hundred paces from her.

There was so much smoke in the air from the numerous fires that vision was seriously hindered but Leliana stumbled her way through, her destination clear.

Leliana rounded the corner of the Archdemon and her blood turned to ice.

She spotted Morrigan and I slumped down on the roof and a petrified sort of strangled scream escaped her throat as she moved faster towards us.

Suddenly Leliana recognized familiar voices and saw Zevran, Alistair and Sten making their way towards her.

"Help.. help me! Detra.. is here!"

Leliana choked on her words as her eyes never left the spot where I lay.

Alistair saw where Leliana was pointing frantically and headed that way himself through the smoke, pulling Sten and Zevran with him.

"Maker!"

Alistair ground to a halt next to my body and at first was not sure which action to take.

Slowly, with Sten's help, he turned me over and then the party gasped as Morrigan was discovered underneath me.

With Alistair and Sten and Leliana caring for me, Zevran rushed to Morrigan's aid.

"Morrigan? What is she doing here? I thought she had gone?"

"I don't know! I don't know what's going on here!"

Leliana was beside herself as she pushed Alistair somewhat to the side and laid me down against the roof, checking for injuries.

"Is she? Is she…all right?"

Leliana and Alistair checked for signs of life while Zevran came to a sobering conclusion, facing the group with somber eyes. No one was ready to pay attention to him just yet however.

Wynne joined the mix, limping a bit and looking confused. Sten saw her and walked to her side, helping her towards us.

"She's alive! She's okay!"

Leliana burst out, feeling crazed and happy and hysterical all at once.

"She's got some wound here. Looks like maybe an arrow."

Alistair tried to unbuckle my armor but it was difficult with Leliana fussing about next to him and the fact that I was lying down.

Wynne stood above them now and looked down at me, that magic glow about her hands once again and she nudged Leliana a bit to the side.

"Lean back a little, child."

Wynne stopped the bleeding from my arrow wound and now came the chore of figuring out what happened.

Zevran found his moment to speak and addressed the group.

"Friends…Morrigan…"

For an assassin, Zevran was having a difficult time accepting the death of one of the party. He found passing the words over his lips agonizing.

By that time, the group was able to focus on more than just me and they faced Zevran, ready to assist with Morrigan.

Zevran waved their advances away, stifling a near sob within.

"She is dead."

The group stopped moving as a whole just then in disbelief.

Leliana was the first to vocalize her surprise.

"What? Are you certain? Dear Maker… how did this happen?"

Wynne knelt down beside Morrigan, a solemn look upon her face. She closed her eyes as she touched Morrigan's lifeless hand.

The group watched Wynne, curious to know what she was about to do.

The smoke was clearing as fires were being extinguished by townsfolk and soldier alike and this made everything much clearer for all.

The wounded were being rounded up and cared for but the dead could not be tended to; there was still too much going on.

The Darkspawn had largely retreated from Denerim and the battle had been won this day. But no one could celebrate this victory, not just yet. There was much to be cleaned up, mourned and discovered before any celebrations were in order.

Wynne's eyes reopened and the group looked to her for a resolution.

"Morrigan is gone. There is nothing that I can do for her now."

Wynne slowly replaced Morrigan's hand where it had lain and a mournful look appeared in her eyes as she looked upon Morrigan.

Alistair was slowly piecing things together in his mind as to what had happened and his heart twinged in his chest. He recalled all of those conversations he and I had shared; especially the ones concerning Morrigan and I.

"Okay we need to move now! Let's bring Detra back to Eamon's and…Morrigan as well."

"Where is Eamon?" Zevran questioned.

"He is downstairs. He insisted he gather the soldiers to drive what was left of the Darkspawn out."

Leliana was still tending to my wound frantically even though Wynne had nearly stopped the bleeding and Alistair touched her hands, drawing her attention to him.

"Leliana, we need to move now. Sten is going to help carry Detra back to Eamon's estate so we can bandage her wounds."

Alistair spoke slowly because he knew Leliana was very emotional right now and she needed that patience.

"No, no I can carry Detra. I can do it."

Alistair watched Leliana struggled to bear the weight of my body and my armor on her own shoulders.

He had to let her try.

Alistair touched Leliana's shoulder.

"Leliana, it's all right. Sten will take her. I need you to gather up our weapons in case we have need of them while we're moving."

Leliana nodded, defeated, but Alistair had given her another purpose to focus on right now and she stood up and began gathering what swords and bows littered the area closest to them.

Alistair instructed Sten and he effortlessly lifted me off the rooftop while the others gathered themselves and their belongings to move.

Alistair's eyes rested upon Morrigan's body and he took a deep breath.

He owed it to me to carry Morrigan himself; he felt it was his duty.

No one else seemed to understand or know and could show the proper respect that Morrigan now deserved better than Alistair.

Morrigan had died a Grey Warden and only a fellow Grey Warden could pay her the tribute that was due.

The group moved as a whole towards the stairway, what lay ahead now unknown.