"Do you remember when Wynne gave that infernal hound of yours a bath? He got loose and the clever bastard decided to pounce on each of us at camp to get us wet. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't avoid those muddy paws of his. You were the only one he left alone, and you were laughing the entire time. I could have avoided the dog, of course, but I let him pin me down to see your smile and hear your laugh. I miss those days. Those days were so simple."
Zevran smiled softly and looked up at the apparition in front of him. Raelyn Mahariel's silver eyes met his, and his facade nearly broke. He cleared his throat and looked away.
"I miss you, Raelyn. I wish I had known about the cost of killing an archdemon. I would have whisked you away. I would have saved you."
Zevran closed his eyes, a hand running through his hair in frustration when he felt a ghostly hand rest on his shoulder. He almost didn't look up at her, but his restraint failed him. When he met her eyes again, he felt a stab of pain in his heart.
"Zevran, you must move on from this place. It was not your fault that I died. It is time for you to continue your life."
The elf jerked away from her touch and turned away. How could he just leave? How could he continue his life when hers was forfeit? That ghostly hand returned, gently taking his face and turning it towards her. That familiar smile lured him him as she leaned down and kissed him. A final goodbye. Zevran could say nothing as he felt her start to fade away.
"Those that survive must go on living." Her words were like blades of ice stabbing him in the heart. "You have suffered enough, thinking you could have saved me. Take this pendant. It is the one I wore to the very end. I wish you well, my love. We will not meet again."
At the conclusion of her words, she vanished. Zevran sunk to the ground and sat there for a long while, unwilling to leave the last trace of Raelyn behind. Eventually, he heard footsteps behind him. He couldn't bring himself to care if it was another Crow after him or not. He had already killed the four masters sent to kill him. A strong hand rested on his shoulder. Zevran looked up and met the Guardian's eyes. With a deep sigh, he got to his feet and nodded his thanks and departed, determination in his eyes.
If the crows wanted him, they could have him.
Ahem, so yeah. I finished another ending to Dragon Age: Origins, and I needed to get this out of my system. I apologize if it's unreadable. I haven't proofed it or anything like I normally would. It's 4am and I've yet to sleep, so I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll look this over again when I wake.
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