Every reason to hate youElissa stepped to the bank of the river and took a deep breath of the cool, clean air, closing her eyes and feeling the gentle night breeze caress her face and ruffle her hair. She had needed to step away from camp and clear her head. Behind her, she could faintly hear Oghren and Anders arguing back at the campfire, followed by a loud crashing sound. Velanna's shrill voice suddenly rose in anger and Elissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was getting so weary of this. She missed Alistair and the others, but her templar had sacrificed himself to protect her and the rest of the world from the Archdemon and left her here alone, to carry on the Warden tradition. She would continue to do her duty, but it was with a heavy heart. She had lost so much, her parents, her nephew Alistair. A vision of the tall, golden-haired warrior crossed her mind; of the night he had told her he could not imagine life without her. And yet, now he was gone and she was the one forced to face lifEvery reason to hate you5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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The late afternoon summer sun was streaming through the window-like opening above the loft in the stables. Alistair lay on his stomach in a clear patch of the loft. He was playing with his golem dollfigurine, he mentally corrected himselfand some of the other figures Arl Eamon had given him over the years. Right now, the golem was trying to kidnap an innocent princess who was being defended by a brave and honorable knight.
Alistair brought the figures of the golem and knight togethersomewhat gently so as not to scratch the paint or chip the little statuesand mimicked what he thought the sounds of such a battle would be. The fight was long and epic, each side giving and retaking ground until finally the weary, wounded knight stood victorious over his foe.
Dropping the golem to the worn wooden planks, Alistair grabbed the figure of the princess and rushed it towards the knight. "My hero!" he whispered in a high, breathy voice, his best ap
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In retrospect, Anyalla really shouldn't have been surprised that Oghren was so vocal in his protest to the ahem..."ritual" that her beloved Alistair was partaking in with Morrigan. Though it was clear that his view on the matter was shared throughout the room despite the fact that she really hadn't explained it yet; she had only said to not disturb Alistair while he was busy with Morrigan. Zevran, who had been gingerly sipping some good vintage wine, had carefully set his glass down and began to slide his dagger from its sheath. Leliana, for her part, was already reaching for her throwing knives. Wynne chose to remain stoic (one would have thought that she was a Tranquil, to simply look at her,) though the crackling blue energy dancing about her fingertips spoke volumes to her anger. Sten quietly reached for his Asala, still holstered at his back. Shale, while having no weapon to draw, clenched her massive stone fists, her face