Hello, everyone! I'm new to writing fan fiction. DA:I just brought it out in me, I guess. I started a romance in the Fan Fiction section and if anyone would like to read it, they're welcome to do so. Here's an excerpt:
Steel yourself.
Cullen and his men had been fighting since dawn to keep the Herald's path to the Temple of Mythal clear. But, just when he thought they might get a moment to breathe, another indefatigable wave of Red Templars would appear. The mages among them had already fallen, unable to withstand the prolonged exposure to red lyrium. He did not know how much longer he and his remaining men could last.
Yet another Horror had spotted him and was bearing down on his position when, suddenly, a Red Templar Shadow materialized at his flank, its spiked red lyrium arms poised to run him through. He spun, raising his shield to deflect a blow that never came. A statue of ice stood where the Shadow had been. He had little time to grasp what had happened, as lightning now struck every Red Templar within view, stunning them momentarily, including the Horror that was almost on top of him. As he cut it down, he heard the familiar metallic hum of a spirit blade followed by the sound of ice shattering. He found his second wind.
“I’ll be fine! Keep going! The Inquisition will not yield!” he roared, bashing in the skull of a Red Templar foot soldier with his shield before running his sword through its neck. His blood raging in his ears, he fought to the side of a faltering Inquisition soldier, shielding them both from the razor-sharp red lyrium spikes hailing down upon them. He charged the attacking Horror, stunning and eviscerating it in quick succession.
“The Red Templars fall!” Hearing the jubilant cries of his men, Cullen turned around. Then, he saw her.
Remnants of raw electricity crackled down her arms while her spirit blade shone sun-bright, shearing through the last two Red Templars, who were already engulfed by flames. The smouldering halves of their bodies fell into the river where she stood, surrounding her with clouds of steam that caught the light of her blade and enveloped her in a blazing golden aura; behind her, he could see pile upon blackened pile of charred and lightning-scorched remains. This was the first time Cullen had seen her fight using the full extent of her power and it was both terrifying and beautiful. Had he not known her taste, memorized her scent, run his hands over every inch of her body, had he not faith in the Maker and His holy bride, the Blessed Andraste, he would have dropped to his knees, as some of his men already had, and worshipped her as a goddess.
“Commander, forgive me,” she announced, her blade vanishing as she strode up to him, “but I would not run while my soldiers fought.” No longer needing to shield his eyes, he saw she was his 'Lissa once more. Around them, his men cheered. Cullen found his tongue.
“We will hold here, Inquisitor. Andraste guide your steps.” She flashed him a smile before disappearing past the temple gates.
And by her grace, bring you back to me.
Edit: For ease of access, "Andraste's Grace" (I hate coming up with titles) can be found here.