“Felix Denton!” he heard the name ring in his head, “You have been found guilty of the murder of nine elves in the Alienage, you will be hung tomorrow and until then will remain in custody.” He stood before the noose; a wrenching feeling gripped his body. He couldn’t move, no he wouldn’t. Behind him a guard pushed him forwards towards the noose, towards his death.
The Hangman had a grim face but it wasn’t exactly a fun job, in the distance Felix heard many Elves cheering. He was still wearing a blood stained shirt and could feel it sticking to his skin; he began to breathe faster and faster. He stood still the noose was put round his neck. Felix experienced something which most people were said to at the time of there death, a flash of their life.
He heard the soft voice of his mother as she proclaimed him to be male; he remembered playing in the sand and dust of the city streets. He remembered the fear gripping him as he ran from the Darkspawn when they attacked the small farming village. Looking into his mother’s eyes as she died and remembering those same eyes of the elves he murdered brutally. Why? People asked always questioning, prying, trying to get into his mind. There was no reason; it was an act that just happened.
“I am ready,” Felix said and shut his eyes.
People began to scream, “Help!” they shouted and ran. He could hear them running the sound of there footsteps on the floor. He felt his heartbeat, faster and faster. He knew what had happened but he did not care, he deserved to die for what he had done.
The Darkspawn hordes were attacking Denerim and soon they would raise the city to the ground. He opened his eyes; he at least wanted to see his death. Before him stood a man, his eyes a strange shade of violet and his skin paler a sheep’s wool he spoke, “Death rains down upon the city and you just stand here with a noose round your neck, would you like me to pull the lever and end your life.” The stranger toyed with the lever and then laughed manically, “Do you wish to die?”
“That would be preferable, yes.” Felix answered coldly,
“Then why don’t you make your self useful and help the effort and defend the city.” The stranger said,
“I would, if you could tell me your name.”
“My name is, well you may call me Alexander,” the man said smiling strangely and bowing. From that moment on the man never seemed to be without his strange smile that seemed so strange it seemed to be cut into the skin. “Now then, let us go!” the peculiar man said grabbing hold of Felix’s hand and pulling him off towards the gates.
“And why, why should I defend a city full of corrupt officials and evil itself, if you ask me the blight isn’t evil it is saving us from ourselves.” Felix said hitting Alexander’s hand away from his.
“The blight is the Makers curse on the land and we must eliminate it.”
“Damn the Maker, he isn’t even real. All that Chantry crap just gets on my nerves.”
“Then do it for Violet, after all once this is over you may see her again.”
“How do you know...
Felix was cut off mid sentence by a charging Hurlock. The fiend roared and lifted its blade that was almost as hideous as it. Felix lacked the weapons and had no armour and so he stood still and got ready to breathe his last breath.
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