Eleima

"The time that was mentioned has come, godchild. There is a choice before you… you have prevailed against all that have assailed you, and now you must decide your fate." Anomen watched, his stomach in ropes as his beloved Gwen took a single step forward and resolutely asked the Solar: "What are my options ?" The knight didn't hear the answer as he drank every detail in. This was the moment he had been dreading for weeks now, he was going to lose it all. He never would've imagined how important this woman would become to him when they first met that fateful evening in the Copper Coronet. She had been no more than the means to an end,

She faced the window which overlooked the Presidium, her blue gaze all steel and ice. Alexandra Shepard had been waiting for hours, it seemed. As she paced back and forth in Huerta Memorial Hospital's main hall, the same thoughts born of impatience and frustration churned in her head. The well-kept, peaceful Presidium grounds, in sharp contrast, felt… wrong. It didn't seem right, what with everything the Spectre had seen in the last forty-eight hours. It had been just another day under house arrest in the Alliance's Vancouver headquarters, or so it had seemed. But before she knew it, Vega had come in, the Brass wanted to see her, and th

Anders stood before the door to Hawke's bedchamber, hesitating. She had sought refuge there upon their return from that cave below Lowtown, hurriedly discarding pack and staff in the main hall before clambering up the stairs and slamming the door shut behind her. He still wasn't sure if the gesture meant she didn't want to be disturbed or if it had only been a product of the unbearable grief she must be experiencing. Well, worst case is she'll just kick me out. The thought wasn't appealing. Still, he turned the knob and entered. Hawke had hastily discarded her robes which lay before the great bed, a sight which normally would have set him afl

Chapter 7 - Best-Laid Plans A whimper escaped Melwiliel's lips as she emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, her eyes thick with slumber, barely registering her surroundings. Thicks wooden beams supporting a ceiling finally came into focus, and she realized with a start that she was wearing nothing but her shift underneath thick woolen blankets. Waves of heat emanating from a stone fireplace made the warmth almost uncomfortable. Besides the blaze, a dark haired woman was sitting with her back to Mel, grinding herbs with her mortar and pestle. The rustle of wool against linen sheets must have given the elf away as the woman straightene