Sitting up with a low groan Sten glanced around anxiously searching for his armour and Asala.

"Calm yourself, Asala is right here." Morrigan stated abruptly. "T'would be unwise to go on another murderous rampage, given the damage the Darkspawn have already inflicted."

Feeling a rush of shame at his reaction, Sten felt his chest ease as he saw the blade, becoming aware of the tight sensation of his skin glancing to the bandages on his arm and chest, aware of the dressings on his face.

"T'is likely you will feel discomfort if not pain for some time. Magic has repaired much of the damage and a salve Warden Serris made up is doing what it seems our spells cannot, but t'is likely you will bear some scars." She tutted as he moved to stand, pressing a hand to his uninjured shoulder and easily holding him down.

"I am well enough for watch duty."

"Hardly, if I can hold you down a Darkpawn will rip through you like parchment. You will drink the contents of this vial; you will sleep and when you wake, we shall assess your fitness for whatever is required."

He flinched at the sharpness of her tone. "What of Theron; I have a vague memory of him being injured?"

"T'is true, a spell caused significant damage to his eyes and the surrounding tissue. The salve is working for the burns. As for his sight, with the aid of the drops he has some vision, though it is still dark, blurred and he cannot distinguish what he sees. Warden Serris is convinced it will return fully in time, but how much time that will require is unknown. Now drink."

Sten obeyed, glancing over to the other injured.

"The captain will be fine." Morrigan snapped seeing where his gaze lingered, almost snatching the empty vial from him.

Lying back down, Sten sighed deeply, before the liquid did its job and he sank into sleep.

"She has an unusual bedside manner." Zevran whispered as Rinna passed him a mug of Maker knew what vial concoction, biting back the groan of pain. "I prefer yours."

Smiling Rinna pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I am just glad you are here to receive any bedside manner."

"I admit I thought it was over for me. We are lucky to have the services of such fine mages."

"We are." She took back the mug smirking at the grimace on his face. "When you are healed, I shall make it up to you for having to have these awful potions."

"I shall hold you to that."

Lowering her lips to his ear, Rinna kept her voice a whisper. "You know, Rathnal has been worried about you."

"More likely concerned about how you might react to my death."

"No, I think he is genuinely concerned about you, at the very least it shows he no longer wants to kill you."

"Perhaps, now enough, let me sleep, you can amuse me when I wake."

Grinning, Rinna leaned over and kissed him gently, before pulling the blanket around him, staying where she was until his breathing evened and he began to softly snore. She glanced over to Theron hearing him hiss in pain, but Serris was with him so she quietly eased herself up and went out to take up her watch post.

"I know this is unpleasant, but it will help." Serris stated gently.

The drops felt as though they were burning his eyes, but the dark shape that was Serris did seem to become a little lighter.

"It will take time. I know it is easy for me to say be patient, but that is all we can do."

"I appreciate your help Serris, truly. I just hope I have enough of my sight back to navigate the Brecilian Forest and find my people."

"Do not put that kind of pressure on yourself. Now try to sleep and let the drops do their work." Once Theron was asleep Serris took a much-needed break and left the tavern, staring out across what remained of the Wilds, the dense black clouds and occasional flickers of lightning making the place eerie. Feeling close to mana exhaustion, she shuddered as she remembered the images the Archdemon had forced into her mind of Percy fighting desperately and, in the end, losing his life. She quickly wiped a tear away as Rathnal joined her, forcing a weak smile at his concerned look. "I wish I had of had more time with Percy, he was a good man."

"He was."

"Life is so short, especially for Wardens." She glanced towards the Tower. "Death may claim us at any time. That is why I try to grasp every opportunity, every experience even if it becomes almost too painful to bear." She turned back to Rathnal. "We do not have the luxury of families, but we have each other and just because our lives are steeped in darkness, it does not mean we should stop living. I would not normally presume to interfere, but it feels like we are standing at the edge of death here so I will say only one thing, you need Rinna just as she needs you."

"She is with Zevran."

"Only because you walked away and it broke both of your hearts when you did."

"I had my reasons."

"I can guess." She smiled at his frown. "Yantra was not quite so tight-lipped as Duncan was. I am well aware my soul might be the price paid for the Blight to be over." She gently squeezed his shoulder as Rathnal paled. "I have not said anything nor will I, that is not my place, but you should and soon, they deserve to know."

"I know I just …"

"You do not owe me an explanation, I am only advising you, they will need time to come to terms with it and it makes even less sense for you to stay away from Rinna, you will need each other."

"I am the Commander; it is my duty to take the killing blow. I either die before we get to the Archdemon, or I die killing it, either way I die. Zevran has a chance of living through this, as does she."

Swallowing painfully Serris reached out and gently squeezed his hand. "Would you rather die knowing you had lived, or simply watched life happen around you?"

"I can't afford distractions or anything that will make me more vulnerable."

"I suspect Duncan thought the same; perhaps trying to emulate him is not the way for you."

"I am hardly doing that; I don't know what I'm doing most of the time."

"You have the treaties being honoured by the Circle and Orzammar, that is no small feat."

"The treaty binds them to help."

"True, but it does not say what form that help must take. You are too dismissive of what you have accomplished. Whatever you decide with Rinna, I believe a Commander who has something to live for will lead us far better than one haunted by an image of death that may never happen. I should return to the injured."

"You should rest."

"We all should, but being here does not give us that luxury."

"True." Rathnal watched her head back towards the tavern, taking a shuddering breath and steeling himself. He ached for Rinna, that was true, but they had bigger issues to deal with at the moment and he was desperate for them to leave this place. While the King was free of the Emissary's spell, his memories had not yet returned and he was clearly frustrated and angry about it. They had achieved their mission and yet it felt as though they had failed. He had caught the King looking at him and there was hate in his eyes that shocked and disturbed him. He had done all he could to help, he could see no reason for the King to bear him ill will, but he was staying away from him all the same. Hearing footsteps, Rathnal tensed as Morrigan approached, not sure what her expression was conveying. "Is Will …?"

"He remains unconscious, but he is healing."

Visibly relaxing Rathnal glanced back out to the Wilds. "Then what can I do for you?"

"I have a request." Morrigan stated briskly.

"Which is?" His eyes widened as she told him.

"T'is clear we face a formidable foe Commander, with Mothers Grimoire I will be more powerful and therefore more able to be of use to you in the fight ahead."

"And you think now is the time to be doing this?"

"We are not likely to come here again and the Darkspawn have not moved on us."

"They could at any time."

"Then might I suggest you retrieve it quickly."

"And we have to kill her to get it, is what you are saying?"

"If it will ease your conscience, she will not truly be dead, Mother is too clever for that."

Rathnal groaned and rubbed his forehead, startled as Morrigan handed him a tome and opened it to a marked point.

"This is the fate Mother intends for me." She watched in satisfaction as he read, the colour draining from his face. "You may not like me Commander, but know t'is not something I ask lightly. I want to be free of Mother and her schemes, with her Grimoire I can help us both. You walked away from an army of golems; can you really walk away from the magic this tome will give us? If that is not enough then consider this, I know of the price that must be paid by the Warden who kills the Archdemon. I know that price is the destruction of his or her soul."

"How can you know that?"

"Mother has lived a very long time and she knows much that is hidden. I tell you this because written in the pages of Mothers Grimoire lies a chance that such a price need not be paid."

"Explain."

"T'is a ritual that will prevent the death and destruction of the soul of the Warden due to the killing blow, more than that you need not know."

"What kind of ritual?" Rathnal persisted.

"One that will save your soul, is that not enough?"

"What exactly would you need me to do?"

"I need nothing from you other than to do your duty and slay the creature, I shall take care of the rest."

Rathnal realised his hands were trembling, the possibility of death was still there of course, but such a spell changed things. There was a chance he would survive this afterall.

"You prevent Mother from taking my body and I perform the ritual. T'is a fair bargain."

"I … I need time to consider this."

"I shall await your decision, but do not take too long Commander."

xXx

With the soldiers on duty Rathnal took the opportunity to call together his Wardens into the study, the wards ensuring they would not be overheard. "We pay a terrible price to be what we are and an even greater price awaits us. We all know why it must be a Warden who takes the killing blow, however before he died, Senior Warden Riordan told me that when the Archdemon's soul is drawn to the Warden, both souls are destroyed." He noted Stephan and Daniel looked as shocked as the others, only Serris remained undisturbed; it seemed Duncan had kept a great many things to himself. "I know I should have told you all right away, it is your right to know, but I … I needed a little time to come to terms with it."

Frowning, Faren pushed himself away from the wall. "What about the rest of us coming to terms with it?"

Rathnal met his gaze. "I am Commander, it is my responsibility to take the killing blow."

Anger draining, Faren shook his head. "Damn Commander, you know you might not even be in the position to kill it, right?"

"It is my duty, I …"

"We get you trying to protect us, but it isn't necessary. We are all wardens; we have all accepted that our final day will be at the hands of the Darkspawn."

"But only killing the Archdemon will destroy your soul." Rathnal stated.

Stephan glanced at Daniel gently squeezing his hand, before he met Rathnal's gaze. "Listen I know you see this as your responsibility and that's fine, but if I get a chance at killing that damn thing, I'm taking it. No-one survives being a Warden, it's just a matter of time and my soul getting destroyed, well for one how does anyone actually know that happens, but even if it does, it's a fair enough trade to save the world. So, stop torturing yourself about it, we are all Wardens, killing that thing rests with all of us, so Commander or not, like I say, I get a shot at it, I'm taking it."

"Me too." Peter stated.

"I imagine that goes for all of us." Rinna stated firmly. "No matter what Riordan said, we are all in this together and when the time comes, we will get the job done, sacrifice is a part of being a Warden, we all know that."

"Why tell us now?" Aedan demanded, trying to keep the horror from his voice, his hand clasping Ayanna's, the other hand resting on Hunter's back as he whined softly.

"Because I have been offered an alternative outcome and I need you to understand why I am considering it. Morrigan came to me, she said her mother has a grimoire which has within it a ritual which would prevent the Warden's from being killed by the final blow and more importantly stop his or her soul from being destroyed, but the Archdemon would still perish."

"How is that possible?" Perin asked curiously.

"I don't know, Morrigan can be infuriatingly vague when the mood suits her."

Alistair rubbed his neck trying to ease the tension. "Why would she come to you with this? What does she get out of it?"

"You are right there is of course a price. Apparently, her mother extends her life by stealing the bodies of her daughters. She showed me the spell."

"And she conveniently had that?" Rory muttered.

"Morrigan said she was drawn to it in the Circle and realised it was a lost tome of her mothers. She thought it was the one she is asking for our help to retrieve. Instead, she discovered the fate her mother has for her. Morrigan is arrogant and difficult, but she is also an asset and I am disturbed by the idea that one morning I could find myself faced with Flemeth in her body."

"I cannot imagine Flemeth giving up her grimoire willingly." Serris mused.

"No, I doubt that too and Morrigan said as much herself. In fact, she was adamant that we will need to kill Flemeth in her current body." He sighed at the stunned silence.

"You are suggesting we kill the most powerful witch that has likely ever lived!" Ayanna gasped.

"Yes and no." Rathnal rubbed his forehead, the beginnings of a headache blooming. "Morrigan said her mother would not truly be dead, she would just be without a form long enough for her to study the grimoire and ensure she can protect herself."

Stephan nipped at his lip. "So, we save her soul and she saves the soul of whichever one of us kills the Archdemon. I say we do it."

Daniel gripped Stephan's arm and shook his head. "I sympathise with her predicament and in other circumstances I would advocate we go, but there are too few of us as it is. What if Flemeth cannot be killed, or indeed kills whoever goes to confront her? We cannot endanger ourselves unnecessarily."

Rathnal sighed deeply. "I know there is a risk to this, but there have been risks to everything we have done and the last thing we need is anyone's body being taken over. We came here to save the King from that, it would seem sensible at the very least to ensure that Morrigan's skills are not lost to us. I propose only a small group go, ensuring if things do go wrong then the others can continue on with the search for the Dalish. I will not force anyone and I will go alone if necessary."

"Not a chance." Rinna snapped. "I am coming with you."

Sighing as Stephan gave him that look, Daniel nodded. "Fine, Stephan and I will join you; you will likely need magic and Templar abilities."

"I will go too." Alistair stated. "I don't know why, but I feel I need to be there."

Shifting slightly, Ayanna cleared her throat. "As Commander you should remain here, as Constable I should go."

"No." Rathnal shook his head. "I am loath to risk anyone, but if it is a choice between us, your magic means you have greater defensive capabilities than I do. We didn't risk so much to free the King just to lose him now."

Sighing, Ayanna nodded. "I understand."

"Alright, let's get ready then. I want to leave within the hour."

Rinna caught Rathnal's hand as the others filed out. "This is what you have been struggling with? This is the reason you ended things between us?"

"I … I'm sorry I should have told you …"

"I understand why you pushed me away." She gently caressed his cheek. "You are Commander, you carry burdens the rest of us do not, but I am here for you and as long as I draw breath I will be. We may die at any time and I do not consider this reason enough to be parted. I know you are still unsure of Zevran, but there is no need. Would it really be so terrible to take pleasure in those moments we can?"

His eyes closed as she kissed him, sinking into the warmth and rush of sensations her touch always created.

"My bed roll will always have space for you, should you choose to join us."

Sighing, Rathnal watched her leave to get ready, flushing slightly as Ayanna returned.

"Well, you look a little less tense."

"Getting that off my chest was more liberating than I imagined."

"I still think I should be going instead of you."

"I know, but frankly your magic is too powerful to risk losing you."

"That is exactly the reason I should be facing Flemeth."

"I would rather your abilities be reserved for the Darkspawn."

"Very well, but I officially register my protest."

Rathnal gave a slight smile. "You can be in charge of finding the Dalish."

"Only because you intend to go to Gwaren!"

"Ayanna, I have complete confidence in you, I hope you know that."

"Relax Rath I'm teasing, but it is nice to know."

xXx

Cailan stared at Rathnal startled. "You are going back into the Wilds? For what possible purpose?"

"Warden business."

Eyes narrowing Cailan straightened. "I demand to know why you are going back into the Wilds!"

"To retrieve some property. We will never have a better chance than now."

"Will you be gone long?"

"If we leave now, we should be back within a day. I will only take a few Wardens with me, there will be enough here on patrol to warn and defend you should the Darkspawn come near."

"I do not suppose I can stop you, but be wary Commander, you never know what is watching you in the Wilds."

Rathnal felt a shiver run down his spine at Cailan's dark look. "As you say, your Majesty."

xXx

Fear and excitement making his stomach churn, Dylan followed Morrigan to the beacon room in the tower, watching as she placed wards to conceal their intent. She had come to him the moment the small group of Wardens had headed back into the Wilds, she seemed agitated and impatient, but he had no intention of refusing the offer she had made him. "What if there are more Darkspawn?" He whispered.

"You need not concern yourself with that."

"What if Matthew wakes?"

"T'is unlikely given the sleeping draught I added to his drink."

Dylan winced, feeling a little guilty at how relieved he felt. No matter how open-minded Matthew was he doubted he would allow this. "Why here?"

"We will know in advance if anyone approaches and it will take time to reach us."

Nodding Dylan worried at his lower lip in anticipation. "Have you ever taught anyone this spell before?"

Morrigan nodded, a slight smile softened her features. "He could only ever master one form, but I suppose that is sufficient for the purpose. You have decided upon your preferred form I hope."

"A bird." Dylan stated immediately; he had seen Morrigan transform into a raven often enough to see how useful it was, both for scouting and he doubted any Templar would distinguish him among a flock of birds. He listened carefully to her warning of changing form, of the danger inherent in each form chosen before she went over the mechanics of the spell. He went over it so many times he was sure he would be dreaming about it, but finally Morrigan seemed happy that he not only knew the spell, but understood it. He nodded at her gesture to transform. Knowing the mechanics of the spell was always different from its physical application, Dylan was well aware of that, it was all well and good being told how to manifest fire, but actually holding it in your hand was something no-one could truly prepare you for. Emotions were an integral part of spell casting which is why focus was so important, the more intense the emotional state the more the likelihood a spell would go wrong or not work at all. Steadying himself with breathing techniques he had been taught when he had been an apprentice Dylan cast the spell. Nothing could have prepared him for the strange sensations as his body shrank, wings taking the place of his arms, his vision changing. He hopped on the floor, flapping wildly before miscalculating and hitting the wall hard enough for the spell to be disrupted, hitting the floor as his human self. Gasping in exhilaration and shock Dylan shook his head. "That was …" He hesitated at Morrigan's stern expression.

"Again." She demanded. "We have little time and I care not for your experience of it, only that you can do it."

Flushing with embarrassment at her abrupt manner Dylan stood and straightened his robes, casting the spell again.

xXx

Shaking slightly from the magical exertion Flemeth leaned back against the wall as she sat on her bed wondering at the twists and turns fate travelled. From the information Yavana had given her from her continuing search for Maric she was certain now the elven face she had seen was Lenya. She shook her head; she should have known the bond between the sisters was strong enough for this eventuality. She knew Lenya sought to free the spirit of her sister from the ruins and in her warrior companion there was indeed a chance. She would never allow that to happen. Glancing up as she sensed a small group approaching, Flemeth sighed, survival or lack of it seemed on many minds. "Ah Morrigan sending the Wardens, will they do your bidding I wonder, even I cannot determine what the Commander will do." The problem with seeing the future was there were too many damn possibilities and too many routes to each outcome. Setting the grimoire on the bed, she put other tomes into the chest and locked it with her own blood. "Either way it is time this passed to you Morrigan, perhaps I should have confided in you, but foolish girl you were not ready and you still are not." She chuckled softly. "She has my arrogance so I can hardly complain." Rolling back her shoulders Flemeth stepped out of the hut to embrace her fate.

xXx

Hesitating as the door opened and an old woman stepped out, Rathnal shifted slightly, but he was not fooled by appearances, from Morrigan he knew Flemeth was powerful and he had known that before from Jayden. Killing such a woman would be difficult, but if she truly meant to take Morrigan's body he could hardly stand by and do nothing and the lure of the ritual was foremost in his mind.

"Well, well, Warden Commander. I suppose it is about time we meet, face to face."

"Flemeth."

"You are here on behalf of Morrigan no doubt." She smiled slightly at his clear discomfort. "What did she say to persuade you to come here I wonder? What enticing words did she speak?"

"Morrigan is an important ally." Rathnal stated firmly. "She has never asked for anything for herself until now and given you threaten her life …" He hesitated as Flemeth began to laugh, glancing at his fellow Wardens seeing his own unease in their faces.

"I threaten her? Now that is interesting given the situation we face."

"She showed me the book, the words you yourself wrote about taking your daughters bodies to extend your own life."

"Ah, so you are here with righteous fury to save the damsel?"

Alistair snorted. "Morrigan is no damsel."

"Right you are Alistair." She smirked at his startled expression. "Oh, you have grown from the lad who braved the Wilds with his friend, but there is no mistaking who you are and a Warden I am glad to see."

"Not through choice." Alistair growled.

"No, you did need something of a nudge, but you were always meant for this."

Alistair stared at her in fury, his fists clenching. "You did this to me! Why?"

"It was your destiny, a destiny your friend set off course. I was merely making a correction."

"I have a wife! A child on the way, why would you need me to be a Warden?"

"There are many threads to a successful outcome and many more woven out with your sight. You are where you need to be. But we digress, you are here for my Grimoire I imagine. Morrigan has wished it in her possession from the moment she laid eyes on it. So, tell me, will you attempt to slay me, or shall we set a different course?"

Daniel frowned deeply. "What other course could there be? If you live you could still harm Morrigan and while she is arrogant and annoying at times we cannot stand by and allow her body to be taken from her."

"Ah so she has you all dancing to her tune." She smiled slightly. "So be it. Should you slay me, the Grimoire is on the bed, take it and tell her to use the contents wisely." Moving into a more advantageous position of higher ground Flemeth smiled. "Come then, defeat the terrible Witch of the Wilds and claim your prize."

The Wardens watched horrified as she turned into a dragon.

"Well, that's not fair." Stephan muttered.

Rathnal stared at Flemeth realising in that instant she was giving them an opportunity. "Consider her the Archdemon. None of us have fought a dragon, she will make it a hard fight, but she won't kill us."

"How can you be so sure?" Alistair demanded.

"Her words to you. She would not have gone through all that just to kill you now. Ferelden needs Wardens and she knows it." He unsheathed his sword, the rune enhancements flaring to life. Flemeth had given Jayden's mother time, helped to save his friend's life, but her intentions towards Morrigan were horrifying and what she had done to Alistair was truly terrible and she had something he needed. "Let's figure out how to kill a dragon."

xXx

Leaning against the wall Dylan yawned loudly. He had repeated the spell over and over until his mana was exhausted and Morrigan was convinced he could change his form without causing harm to himself.

"You must practice, but you have the basics."

"Thank you Morrigan."

"T'is little enough."

"It is not little in any way." Dylan stated firmly.

Startled by the flush warming her cheeks, Morrigan simply nodded.

Smiling Dylan stretched his aching body. "I think we deserve a drink after this, don't you?" He produced a flask from a pouch at his waist offering it to her.

Taking a sip of the whisky Morrigan was grateful for its warmth and its distraction from Dylan's warm gaze. "We should return, t'would be unfortunate if we are missed. I would not wish your Templar to become suspicious."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry Morrigan, there are more things than magic to be doing with a beautiful woman." He sighed softly at her startled look. "Relax Morrigan, I am well aware you despise us leashed mages."

"T'is true I despised mages of the Circle, I thought you weak sheep to allow yourself to be confined. I was unaware you were taken as children, many handed over by their own parents. My mother may be despicable in many ways, but that she would never do. Due to my visit to the Circle I think I understand a little better why you are there. You are strong Dylan and courageous and you have no small amount of talent. That is why I offered this, so should you be forced back you have a choice. You, I do not despise." Closing the distance between them she pressed her hand to his chest and kissed him, barely restraining the hunger she felt. She smiled smugly as she pulled back seeing the slightly dazed look on his face. "Seems foolish to create a ruse when we can be enjoying the reality."

"Very foolish." He murmured, losing himself to the unexpected attention of the Witch of the Wilds.

xXx

Exhausted, sweat soaked and bloody Rathnal pushed open the door to the hut seeing the Grimoire where Flemeth said it would be. "This better be worth it." He glanced at Daniel who joined him.

"Can we really trust Morrigan with this?"

"What choice do we have?"

"We destroy it. Her Mother won't bother her, or not for a while if she can come back, though I am trying not to think about that."

Sighing, Rathnal picked up the tome. "This holds the ritual, we need it and Morrigan was right, I gave up the chance for a golem army, I can't say no to the power this might hold."

"Morrigan will only ever do what is in her interests, you do know that."

"I do, but right now she is as invested in stopping this blight as we are." He turned to Daniel. "This isn't ideal I know that, but the Archdemon is too powerful, we need to even things and this tome might help us do that."

"At least let Stephan and myself look through it first."

"Alright." Handing it over he yawned loudly. "You have as much time as it takes to patch ourselves up then we are heading back, we can't afford to linger."

"Yes Commander."

Heading outside Rathnal moved over to Alistair. "Feel better?"

"Not really. I can't believe she had me tainted on purpose."

"That's got to be tough to swallow."

"Lady Isolde wanted me gone, wished I had never been born. She never believed I wasn't Arl Eamon's son. She hated me so much. I … if not for Jayden taking that whip blow … I … I remember the look on her face, I think she might have killed me then."

"I'm sorry Ali."

"Jayden didn't just change my life that day, he changed my future so much so, that damn witch had to take action to make the future she had seen all those years ago happen. I could kill her a thousand times and never forgive her for taking me away from Bethany and our baby."

"Well, she can't stop us taking a detour to Gwaren and she can't stop you seeing them."

Smiling slightly, Alistair nodded. "Well, she certainly can't right now." They turned to where the body of the dragon had been that had unnervingly shimmered and vanished moments after death. "She can't, right?"

Rathnal glanced around. "I hope not." He frowned as he heard Stephan curse, heading back in the direction of the hut. "Problem?"

"We can't open the damn thing." Stephan muttered in frustration. "It is shielded by a spell and I'm betting the only one who can dispel it is Morrigan."

Daniel sighed deeply. "She could hold that damn ritual over us, I bet she knew we wouldn't be able to open it. Commander I know how important this ritual is to you, to all of us, but I won't have her pulling our strings on the off chance she will use it."

"Then we get her to give us the ritual, ensure one of our own mages can carry it out and then we give her the Grimoire. Surely that is a fair trade, especially after what we did to get it! I'm sure she will be reasonable." Rathnal sighed at their incredulous looks. "Alright even I don't believe that, but we did what she asked, if she wants the Grimoire, she gives us the ritual."

"Good luck with that." Alistair muttered. "Do you really think she will give you anything from the Grimoire?"

"She will if she wants it." Daniel growled, wiping blood from his chest plate.

xXx

Author Note: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed.