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**WARNING**
May contain spoilers. In this particular case, I named the main charactwer Aedan (the default name for the Human Male Noble) as well as led him down the path of Morrigan's ritual, as well as her love. Enjoy.
Thanks! And please be aware that I, myself, am aware that there are type-o's. I will fix them as soon as I can. And remember: Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
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The Adventure Continues , , ,
The Blight has been stopped. The Darkspawn have fled back into the Deep Roads, remaining there until the start of a new blight. Alistair holds the crown alone, and the nations of Fereldon have been reunited and remain stronger than ever.
Aedan, now Hero of Fereldon and the Grey Warden who slew the Archdemon, has set himself upon a love-driven quest to find a woman known as Morrigan, whom left instantly after the victory of the Darkspawn without a word. Upon this personal quest, our Grey Warden comes upon a new evil: One far greater than the Darkspawn. Now, he must rally the forces of Fereldon and gather old friends in order to push this new threat back.
Fereldon, once again, rests in his hands . . .
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Author's Notes: I realize I mispelt "Ferelden". I apologize, and will go over it as soon as I find the time.
Chapter One: The Adventure Continues
Two years after the end of the Blight...
Aedan, the Hero of Fereldon, lay in the bed of his large room. In his hands lay an onject, which he stared into deeply, cuddling it within his grasp. On certain nights, he could have sworn that the magical ring allowed him to speak with Morrigan; on others, he even believed that he could feel her emotions.
Morrigan had once said that the ring held a bond between the two. Perhaps feeling one another's feelings, no matter the miles, was apart of the enchantment.
Aedan sighed, and there was a knock at his door.
"Mind if I come in?" a voice asked.
"You need not even ask, your Highness." Aedan responded with a smile.
The King of Fereldon laughed, and entered his fellow Grey Warden's quarters. "Still making kissy faces at the ring, I see?"
"I'm so close, Alistair," Aedan said, looking distantly into the ring. "I can feel her. I can feel Morrigan... she's out there. I just don't know where."
"Yes, well..." Alistair trailed off awkwardly. He had never approved of Morrigan, nor could he see or even begin to understand why Aedan had fallen in love with her. She was a maleficar, a fiend. "Perhaps you would like to hear what I have to say?"
Aedan looked up hopefully. Alistair continued. "One of our search parties found a woman who matches the description of Morrigan. Better yet, the woman was also seen with a child. Perhaps it was your child." The King watched as the Grey Warden's hope were raised. "Now, don't get all excited. It may not even be her."
"Where, Alistair? Where did they see this woman?"
"In the Frostback mountains. That's all we known." Alistair sighed with a shrug. "But enough of that, that's not the reason I came up here. We have a guest: An old friend."
Aedan cocked an eyebrow, as he tried to guess on who it might be. "Very well," he said, slipping the ring back onto his finger and heading towards the door. He stopped just before the entrance, bowed, and waved towarda Alistair. "After you, my Lord," he said with a wicked smile.
"Hah-hah," Alistair commented sarcastically, taking an exit. Aedan followed.
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"Sten?!" Aedan exclaimed in astonishment as he pulled into the great hall of Denerim's royal palace. He rushed up to greet the Quinari warrior with a bear hug. Sten coughed awkwardly, unfamiliar with Human customes.
"Yes, well..." the Quinari said, patting Aedan on the back.
"Why are you here? I thought you returned to your people?"
"I did." Sten replied. "I am back."
"But why?"
"I told yoiu that I owed you a debt. I am here to repay it."
"How?"
Sten grumbled, annoyed by the questions. Quinari were not known for their patience. "By whatever means you wish of me."
"Right..." the Warden trailed off.
"Oh, what fun this is going to be." Alistair commented from behind. "Just like the olden days. Pillow fights, hair brushing, and knitting." The king sniffed as if he were about to cry. "Except now we get to do it without the Darkspawn."
"We never did any of those things, Alistair," Aedan replied, laughing at his sense of humor. Though Alistair was king now, he hadn't really changed. Often were the times he would crack a joke during a speech, feast or festival.
"Ohhh, right." Alistair said, snapping his fingers for enthusiasm. "It was dragon slaying, monster killing, and long marches." He shrugged. "I'm always getting those confused. Well maybe now we could do the other ones?"
"Your human rituals are unsettling." Sten said bluntly, unaware of Alistair's impliment being a joke.
Aedan gazed longinly at the ring Morrigan had given him. He turned to Sten, and asked a question. "You are in my debt, old friend? You will follow me if I desire?"
"Your will is my command." the Quinari replied.
"Good." he heaved a sigh, and came to a conclusion. "We leave tomorrow. Towards the Frostback mountains."
Alistair chuckled unsuredly. "Wh-- what? You're actually going to try and find Morrigan?"
"I am." Aedan said, gazing Alistair in the eye. "I know you do not approve of her, my friend. But this is something I must do."
The King looked towards the floor and nodded. "Very well." he said. "I will have two horses ready for you in the morning, as well as supplies."
"Thank you, Alistair," the Warden said, grasping him on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude.
"I was told there would be cake." Sten glanced around, trying to find the feasting hall. Food was the only part of Fereldon he enjoyed. He had taken an odd interest in cake some years ago during the Blight. Now he craved it. "I see no cake. The cake is a lie."
Aedan let out a small chuckle, and followed Alistair as he lead the two to the feasting hall. Along the way, he could have sworn to himself that he had heard Morrigan's voice, though the word was indistinct. He gazed at the ring warmily again.
If you're out there, Morrigan, he thought to himself. I'm coming to find you.
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