Becoming - Chapter 10

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Title: Becoming
Author: Freckles04
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Character: Alistair
Disclaimer: Originally posted on BSN and The world of Dragon Age belongs to Bioware, and many thanks to them for encouraging community creations.

Chapter 10: Comfort

Alistair sat upon his bed, looking out the window, as shouts rumbled through the estate's dark corridors. He hadn't allowed himself to succumb to sleep, and he wasn't too proud to admit it was because the thought of revisiting the archdemon terrified him.

He grimaced at the stars. On the one hand, Alistair supposed the screams from his fellow Wardens  meant he wasn't crazy. On the other...

Maker. A Blight.

He remained motionless throughout the night, absorbed in dark thoughts. When the sky began to lighten, he stirred, dressed, and left the compound.

He was only slightly surprised that his feet led him to the Chantry in the Market District. He paused outside of the squat building for a moment. A few of the lay sisters were already up and active, tending the gardens and offering food to the unfortunate souls who'd sought shelter on the Chantry's grounds for the night. He didn't resist the urge to seek out the comfort of the Chantry for himself.

He wasn't a particularly religious man; he never had been, a fact all of the brothers and sisters of the Redcliffe Chantry knew. More than one had tried to make him see the error of his ways, but he'd held them off with a smart comment or two--or ten--until they threw their hands up in submission and left him alone. But not wanting to devote his life to the Chantry didn't mean he didn't believe in the Maker. He did, absolutely. And right now, he needed some reassurance.

"Blessings of Andraste to you, lad," one of the revered mothers greeted him, her hands clasped in front of her. "What is it that you seek?"

Alistair glanced around the interior of the building, the familiar scents of old books and the easy hum of the Chant of Light washing over him. "I--I'm not sure, your reverence," he admitted sheepishly. "Could I...just sit for a time? Would that be all right?"

"Of course, child." She nodded, a gentle smile playing over her lips. She stayed by his side as he settled himself onto one of the benches arranged before the statue of Andraste with its holy flame, but Alistair didn't mind. It was better than being alone.

"What does the Chant say about darkspawn?" he asked suddenly. "I mean, I studied it, but it's been some time..."

"Darkspawn? Threnodies is the Canticle that speaks of the magisters' steps into the Golden City and the Maker's punishment." The revered mother frowned. Then she closed her eyes and recited:

There in the depths of the earth they dwelled,
Spreading their taint as a plague, growing in number
Until they were a multitude.
And together they searched ever deeper
Until they found their prize,
Their god, their betrayer.

Alistair nodded in recognition of the verse. He'd heard it before, but since joining the Grey Wardens, he'd avoided re-reading the Chant of Light. It had been rather a relief to be able to not study it, and he hadn't realized it might be a good idea to review the sections that dealt with the darkspawn.

"Is that what troubles you, child?" The revered mother sat on the bench beside him, smoothing her skirts with an absent hand. "Some worry about the darkspawn?"

"You could say that." Alistair gave her a crooked grin. "I'm a Grey Warden. New to the order, in fact."

"Ah, I understand." She nodded, her eyes on Andraste's stone image before them. "I can see why thoughts of those tainted creatures would weigh heavily on your mind."

One tainted creature in particular, but Alistair kept that news to himself. Ferelden would know soon enough that a Blight was upon them, and he wouldn't be the one to spread the word.

"Be comforted that you do the Maker's work, child," the revered mother said. "He has cast His gaze upon you, chosen you, for this most terrible of tasks. But He would not have done so if you were not prepared for it."

"I--" Alistair blinked and shook his head. "Thank you, your reverence. That helps. I'm not sure why," he said with a frown, "but it does."

"I will leave you to your ruminations, then. Maker watch over you, child. If you would like to receive His blessing before you leave, please seek me out." She rose and wandered away.

Alistair remained on the bench, lost in thought. After a time, he realized that the revered mother's words truly had helped. The debilitating terror that had gripped him the day before and hung on like a determined mabari had finally released him. He was scared, certainly; anyone with half a brain would be. But he felt...almost ready. More able to handle the challenge looming before him, at any rate.

He hoped.

He stood and proceeded to seek out the revered mother for the promised blessing. In one corner of the Chantry he came across a desk covered with scrolls. He frowned. The Chantry in Redcliffe hadn't had anything like this. He stopped in front of the desk and patiently waited for the sister ensconced behind it to look up.

"Aye, what?" she said after a moment. "Oh. Er, I mean, blessings upon you."

Alistair smiled. "I won't tell on you, don't worry."

She returned his smile. "I'm sorry. I was a little...caught up."

"So I see. What is all of this?" He waved a hand at the papers scattered about.

"The Archives," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "I work with the Archivist to keep all of the records organized."

"Records of...?" Alistair raised a brow.

"Births, deaths, marriages, mostly," she said. "For all of Ferelden. Isn't it marvellous?"

"Uh, sure. If you say so." He crossed his arms over his chest. "So you'd have a record of my birth, then?"

"Indeed we would, if you were born in Ferelden in the last hundred years. Which, uh...I'm assuming you were," she amended. "Would you like me to look it up?"

Alistair shrugged. "Why not?"

"I'll need your mother's name and the location of your birth," the sister said, rising. "And the year helps, as well, but I can always make a guess."

"I was born at Redcliffe Castle," Alistair said. He trailed after the sister as she stepped into the stacks of scrolls that extended deeper into the Chantry building. "My mother's name was Evelyn Carthy."

"Pretty," the sister commented absently. "Redclifffe, is it? Let's see. Year?"

"Around Ten Dragon Age," Alistair supplied.

"Excellent. Give me a moment..."

Alistair leaned against one of the shelves as the sister searched. Seeing his name in print would be a novelty, but if she took much longer, he'd have to abandon the impulse. The Wardens would be rising soon, if they hadn't already, and would no doubt be wondering where he'd gone to.

"You're sure you were born in Redcliffe?" The sister's head poked around the shelf.


"I don't suppose your name is Goldanna?"

"What?" A startled laugh jerked out of Alistair's throat as he straightened. "No. Why?"

"Well...I found your mother's records. But there's no son listed under her name. It doesn't mean anything," she rushed on. "Sometimes the records get misplaced, or never get sent to us, or something like that. I did find a daughter named Goldanna, though."

"A what?" Alistair leaned a hand on the shelf, steadying himself. "A daughter?"

"It says so right here." The sister handed him the record. At the top was his mother's name. Beneath it was the name "Goldanna", with the location of her birth--Redcliffe--and the year, near the beginning of the Dragon Age.

"Holy Maker," he whispered. "I have a sister."
Alistair, bastard prince and former templar, embarks on a new life as a Grey Warden.

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nightskye01's avatar
great story
nice ending XD

i enjoyed your work...thanks for giving alistair a more in-depth backstory

of course he wouldn't find a record of his birth...
he may not have been born in ferelden
TalonDragon000's avatar
YAY! This was great. :D
Freckles04's avatar
Thanks so much! :)
Freckles04's avatar
Thanks for reading!
RPGsrule's avatar
I DID NOT see that ending coming!! Oh wait, I did..... I like the way that you made him find out about Goldanna in the Chantry records, very good!
Freckles04's avatar
Thanks for the comment! I figured that this 6 months of him being a Warden had to have been when he found out about Goldanna, so I'm glad it worked!
RPGsrule's avatar
It did work and I think you're right!
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