It was 9:36, In the unknown part of Thedas.
A hunter and a wolf emerged from the forest walking towards a misshaped hut carrying nugs proof of a successful hunt. As they approached the hut, a familiar stern voice met them asking them if they want some stew that was bubbling just inside their home. The smell was welcoming, and the sight of the woman was refreshing for the hunter. The wolf howled for excitement as the woman approached, kneeled and pet its head. The woman looked into the wolfs' eyes and stared as if she is looking through its soul and ordered the pup to prepare the table so that once the hunter is done they could come inside the house and eat together. The hunter was skinning and preparing the meat of the freshly hunted nugs while the woman was talking to the pup. As he listens to the woman talked, flashes of the past flowed in his mind; children screams, swords clashes, monsters bellows and memories of nightmare coming back to him. He closed his eyes to assure that there will be no more monsters. The blight is over, a hero have saved the land.
When he opened his eyes his wife is beside him resting her head on his arm trying to reach for his finger where the ring she gave him long time ago when the land was different is resting. She asked if he is in distressed, even though he wanted to lie that he was alright, the ring prevents him to do such thing and told her the truth.
The spot where the husband and wife is showered by a steady stream of light even if nearly all trees cover where they live, but sometimes, the sun finds some luck and shines the hut some warmth of the day. The husband and wife stood there holding each other, losing to each others' touch then suddenly a sound of whining came from the hunt. Their son have been waiting for some time and actually took the privilege to eat some of his mother's cooking, his mother the ever stern woman she was, looked at him and about to bellow like a dragon, her son valiantly looked back and wittingly told her that he was hungry and a growing boy can't just be stopped when there is food to devour.
The mother, always shocked on how this boy is always ever so smart, so different from other children looked at the hunter instead and gave him a death stare. The hunter can not blame her looks towards him since he knows a smile was forcing itself to his face and instead leaned towards her and they touched lips.
As always, like a regular boy, the child showed disgust as he witnessed this event, but inside he was happy.
The hunter, once he has indulged himself of a piece of his paradise pulled away from his wife's lips and head towards the hunt; holding his wife on his one arm and grabbing his son with the other.
They were happy and satisfied but time passed on and the memory of happiness disappeared.
The man opened his eyes smiling with the memory fresh in his mind, and found other memories similar to the one he was just thinking, clutching his old sword with his one hand and his caressing his companion with the other.
His companion is sleeping on his lap finding warmth on the man's presence and the cloak he was wearing from the rain and the cold in the city corner away from their hut. Its nose is wet, its fur is drench but its eyes are hard to see that the pup had been crying in its sleep. They have been travelling for a while now that the pup have grown and is harder for the man to carry if he does decide to continue his journey without disturbing his companion from its sleep.
And so once again, the man closed his eyes hoping no dangers will find them. This time he remembered the night they were attacked.
The smell of death was on the air, sounds of ominous creatures were bellowing just outside his home, fire light can be seen peering into the hut. The man can sense a horde is outside, waiting for someone, waiting for an order before they could ransack the inhabitants. The man is ready to strike, holding his two swords on each hand ready to pounce once the door breaks open. The wife preparing the eluvian that was safely moved from its original place to under their house, it was dangerous but at this moment is really convenient. The wife was afraid to use the portal again since it has grown unstable, and in her studies of the object found that when use in such state, the Eluvian can actually cause major side effects when used and she should have known even an idiot would notice it also but time is now running out as a familiar voice spoke, . .
The wife didn't know who it was but for the hunter his hold on the swords got tighter, his pose became more tense. He knows the voice, its power that it carries, the corruption it brings, the sweet call that drills to his soul. Then everyone and everything became quiet.
The wolf also noticed the change, the sounds are gone, the movements seized but the stench is still there. It looked up at the hunter, as it noticed the hunter was mumbling, either just to himself or to someone specifically. The wolf also noticed the hunter's armor. He never saw it before, essence of power still lingers on them. Time tells that the armor had been use a long time ago but the power emitting tells other wise.
Just when the silence is about to swallow them whole the woman whispered broke it. The woman signaled to the wolf that the Eluvian is ready, that they should go now before it breaks. The wolf looked at the hunter, rubbed its head on his metal plated shin to tell him it's time to go, but before anything else could happen, the back of the hut broke. They were facing the door. The wolf was surprise and saw that the hulking monster is aiming for him.
The man heard and acted smoothly and flowed. He threw the sword towards the ogre knowing it will just catch it and rushed towards it slid between his legs and cut the back of them, jumped on the back of the monster and impaled his sword on its head. As the monster falls to the ground, the door broke and a horde of spawns started to fill in, not to mention a legion is starting to rush in from the back.
The wolf stood there aghast as the orc laid dead in front it. The wolf is petrified as if it knew a legion of these creatures but before the door behind him crashed down and again they are aiming at him.
The woman acted in pure instinct and froze the incoming creatures coming from the door instantly and sent another wave shattering them. She have never felt this excitement for a really long time.
The man was dancing with great precision and deadly accuracy while the wife was conducting death to her attackers while the wolf stood there bewidered of what is happening. Then suddenly the wolf stood up on its two feet losing its concentration losing the form turning back to the boy the man and woman conceived. He stood there on the center of destruction just shocked of what is happening.
From afar someone smiled and rushed with unbelievable speed towards the boy and kneeled down in front of him appraising his present, the boy stood there still shocked. the creature talked and talked but nothing is being absorbed by the boy but when the creature retracted his open palmed ready to strike mentioning about freeing the someone from the boy's body, the mother, the closer of the parent tried to cast a spell to disrupt but to her astonishment, the creature saw the attempt and casted a wave of magic that flung her towards the Eluvian causing it to explode and the mother is nowhere to be found.
The man caught in the midst of the battle reacted too late to save his wife and focused his attack to he creature in front of his son, but he was too slow and distracted that the palm of the creature already pierced through him. The creature raised his other hand about to behead him as a flash of light emitting just behind of the creature flooded the surroundings with green energy disrupting time and space.
The creature at that moment felt a hand on his back and suddenly he felt as if its back is being rip was and then simultaneously each spawn is starting to get sucked into the rip and not before long, he felt thousands of creatures invading his body causing him great pain and suddenly, he too felt as if he himself is getting sucked in and in a moment, he was sent to a different dimension.
The man witnessed this as each and every darkspawn get absorbed by the rift that was created on the body of the Architect typed creature and the creature simply disappearing from in front of him. The man is weak and losing blood but he knows that his armor will support him. As he was flashing between consciousness and unconsciousness, he saw his son dropping to the floor.
And he knows the power of Urthemiel have awaken.
It has been four years since then. They have traveled from the Free Marches to Ferelden, to Rivain and to Pol Vollen, and now, they are in Orlais, on the streets trying to hide their identities portraying as the beggar and his dog.
Looking for Morrigan as the Warden have done 10 years ago, and only using his ring that she have given him as his compass and assurance that she is still alive.
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