Chapter Three: RevelationsEyes burning with hatred, and heart beating with revenge, Zovarice returned to the hut. The two Templars inside lay dead on the floor, faces twisted unnaturally, due to the spell. Zovarice stepped over one, and to the bed his mother had been sleeping in. There, he turned it on its side, sending it crashing towards the floor. He searched eagerly with his hands, until he met a small indention. His fingers grasped the indention, and he pulled, and watched as the floor opened up before him.
There was a ladder descending below, and he graped the rungs, beginning his descent. The air became thick, and a horrible smell filled his nose. He ignored it, and continued to repel. Soon, his vision failed him, and he stopped a moment, a spell coming to mind. Immidiately, the dark cavern became lit, but there was no immidiate source of light. Magic was a marvelous thing. Finally, Zovarice reached the ladder's end, and glanced around, spotting a tunnel which stretched on and on. Sighing in exasperation, Zovarice moved his legs, and made his way down the dark, deep trek.
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"It is unfortunate you have to leave so soon," Arl Teagen said with a frown. He had taken up position of Arl after the previous Arl--Eamen--had retired ten years before, and died only five years earlier.
"Yes, I do apoligize though, old friend." Jaiden replied.
"May I ask why the rush?" Teagen attempted.
"King's business, I'm afraid. Alistair wants to keep things quiet." lied Jaiden, and without a hint of showing so, Gerard noted.
"Well," Teagen sighed. "It was nice of you to help. I'll let the King know if we see any more Darkspawn around. Maker watch over you, friend."
"Maker watch over us all."
With that, the two Warden's turned, leaving castle Redcliffe. Nearly thirty minutes into the trip, Gerard became curious, and interrupted the silent pitter-patter of horse hooves with his voice. "Commander?" he asked sheepishly.
"Hmm?" was Jaiden's reply, somewhat distant.
"If you don't mind my asking, where exactly are we going? I'd rather not travel blindly."
There was a pause. "If you must know, the Korcari Wilds. Though I will not get into too much depth about it."
Gerard's experience had told him that that was as much out of Jaiden that he was going to get. He nodded glumly, and focused his attention on the road.
* * * * *
Cullen pushed open Palace Denerim's gates, shoving Morrigan in before he entered. She grunted in frustration, and wiggled her fingers as though she were to choke him. She might have, too, had her hands not been bound together. The two entered the Palace's main chamber, where the King of Ferelden reside. On the throne, she saw Alistair, and her anger flared.
"You
bastard!" she roared, attempting to charge forward. Cullen restrained her, and pushed her onto her knees.
"You will show the King respect!" he roared, raising his back hand in order to strike her.
"Enough!" Alistair boomed from his throne with uncommon anger. Cullen's hand was caught in the air by his words. "Knight Commander, leave. Now." he ordered.
Cullen bowed. "As you wish, my lord." And then he exited, leaving Morrigan on her knees before the King. There was an odd silence as Morrigan eyed him in total disgust. He would have already been lit to flames, if Morrigan's magic had allowed itself to work. However, the cuffs at her wrists also drained her mana. One of the Templars' many toys.
Alistair cleared his throat awkwardly. "I... am sorry I had to drag you here like this. I needed to talk to you."
"You needed to
talk to me?!" replied Morrigan, her rage sparking like a thousand lightning bolts. "Because of you, my son is
dead!"
Alistair looked dumbstruck. "Son?" he echoed. "What son?"
"Has Jaiden not told you?" Morrigan seethed. "
My son.
His son.
Our son."
Alistair's face became even more confused looking. "W--wait... what?" he asked.
"The night before we slayed the Archdemon, he and I had a child." she explained, as though a teacher to a student--an ignorant, stupid student at that. "
That is why Jaiden did not die when the Archdemon was slain."
"How does this--?"
"Enough," Morrigan spat. "I will not lecture an idiot beyond capability such as yourself." There were tears in her eyes now, as she thought of Zovarice. Her head dropped, and her gaze landed on the floor. She looked depressed, Alistair noted. Sad. He had never seen her like this before. A knot formed in his stomach, and guilt was placed on his shoulders.
"I... I am sorry." he repeated in pure sincerity.
Morrigan chuckled, her gaze still towards the floor. "Sorry?" she mocked. "My son may be dead! You took me from my home, away from my child!" She looked up, meeting him straight in the eyes with weary tears. "But how relieved am I to hear that you're
sorry!" She looked towards the floor once more, sobbing. Alistair didn't know hot to reply to that. So instead he said nothing. "Why have you brought me here?" Morrigan suddenly asked, voice hoarse.
"I... Your mother. Flemeth, she... she showed up in the Palace nearly two weeks ago." Alistair explained. Morrigan's eyes went wide.
Flemeth? she thought. Jaiden had slain Flemeth nearly seventeen years ago, after Morrigan discovered Flemeth would possess her body. It was always apparent to the witch that her mother would return, but Morrigan had all but forgotten about her mother. Alistair continued. "Where was I? Oh... she showed up one day, like I said... and then she mentioned my Father. Maric. Apparently, they met a long time ago... and he promised her something. Now Flemeth is here to live up to that promise, I suppose."
"Promise?" Morrigan questioned. "What promise?"
"She said..." Alistair paused. "She told me that the 'Dawn of the Gods' was upon us. That soon, all of Ferelden, would descend into darkness. She explained it wouldn't be a blight, that no Grey Warden will be able to stop it... that we have no chance of surviving." He swallowed, hard. "And she also said that
I'm going to be the cause of all of this."
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