Mmmmm'Kay this is what I have so far. I've gone out of my usual pattern and written the start and the end, but not the middle - not feeling the fight scene right now.
So here's two thirds of chapter three, enjoy and pretty, pretty please comment? *Puppy Eyes*
No More Dreaming.At some point she had cried herself to sleep, or passed out; because it was light the next time she opened her eyes. Mira had always gone straight from sleep to consciousness with none of the gentle, hazy transition that other people talked about. She wished she did, she didn’t want to remember just yet what has transpired the night before.
‘I hate you’She just needed to decide who she meant to hate.
“Mira?” That was Merrill’s soft voice. “Are you all right?”
She had to think about that for a moment.
“No, I’m not.” She finally replied.
“I am sorry, no one deserves to be treated that way; especially by someone they love.” Sebastian said with sincerity in his voice.
Mira sighed. “It’s still the truth; I was an idiot. Everything he said and did...Even before, I was nothing to him. ”
“‘Love makes fools of us all’ sweetheart.” Varric quoted.
“It wasn’t love, it was infatuation.” She replied.
“Sometimes they’re too close to tell the difference.”
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Hawke and the rest of the crew make their entrance, stuff happens and the day is saved - Huzzah!
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They made it out of the caves in relatively one piece, nothing that Hawke and Anders couldn’t take care of once they got back to Kirkwall. Right now everyone was more concerned about Mira. Aveline was supporting her and she was still shaking.
The best they could do was get back to the city as quickly as they could. They set off along the sandy track, managing at best a brisk walk. They hadn’t gotten far before they came across it.
The best Fenris could describe it was a garden of bones. A hollow near the road with a few small trees and potted shrubs, but decorated in macabre fashion with bones, and not those of animals. They were something of a fad in Tervinter he remembered. There was even a full skeleton, fresh enough to have weathered scraps of skin still on the bleached bones, but the eyes had been pecked out. It was...disquieting
“We should move on.” He said, and the other nodded.
“Wait.” Mira slid herself out from under Aveline’s arm, walking closer to the ‘garden’, staring intently at the corpse. At the faded tattoo barely visible on a scrap of skin left on the chest; it was a simple design of flowing lines that picked out a kneeling man carrying a sphere on his back. Her fists clenched and she spoke one word.
“Atlas.”
Hawke moved forward as if to touch her shoulder, both Sebastian and himself moved to stop him.
“I think this is something she needs to do Hawke.” Sebastian explained. Fenris nodded.
They waited, Varric, Merrill, Sebastian and himself patiently. Hawke, Isabela, Anders and Aveline confused.
“Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state.....A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake.....”“What is she
doing?” Anders asked. Merrill shushed him.
“No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber.....Until I realise that it was you who held me under....”But the mage wouldn’t be quiet. “Did she hit her head? What-”
“Quiet Blondie, I’m trying to remember this.” Varric hissed.
“Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids.....Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.....”Her firsts were now clenching so hard Fenris could see her knuckles turn white, her eyes were closed.
“No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.....
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl.....so in love with the wrong world......”Her voice was powerful and defiant, a challenge and a promise.
“And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack.....All around the world was waking, I never could go back.....”Anders was finally quiet, but he didn’t look happy about it.
“ ‘Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open.....And finally it seemed that the spell was broken.....”Aveline stood where Mira had left, watching the smaller woman with compassion in her eyes. She might not know the whole story, but she could understand.
“And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open.....And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open.....”Isabela moved to stand next to Varric, her head cocked; listening intently.
“No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.....
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl......so in love with the wrong world.....”“Quite the voice she’s got...” She whispered to the Dwarf.
“Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards.....Synapse slipping through the hidden door.....Snow White's stitching up your circuit board.....”“Isn’t it?” Varric replied in a soft voice.
“No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.....
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love.....
No more dreaming like a girl.....so in love with the wrong world.....”Hawke seemed to be mouthing the words to himself, trying to puzzle their meaning.
“Snow White's stitching up the circuit boards.....Synapse slipping through the hidden door.....”Fenris just listened.
“Snow White's stitching up your circuit board.....Synapse slipping through the hidden door.....”
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I'm sorry.
Leave and become a Grey Warden. or C) End up in the Gallows where you can't visit them.
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