*Darkness everywhere, silent echoes seem to come from all around him. At times it felt like someone was right there next to him whispering in his ear, but the darkness was impermeable. Strangely familiar voices which seem to waken some long forgotten memories in his mind, but as he was about to identify them they fainted away in distance. Flashes of things that happened, some recent, some which he had forgotten, and some which he wanted to forget. A golden haired elven girl reaching out for him sadness in her eyes then fading away as he turns his gaze away in pain. Then there were ominous words flowing through the darkness. A cold and relentless voice speaks, "there is only duty, duty for the Imperium and for the family". He sees a image of a young man tied to a stone table twitching and convulsing as the dark figure next to him performs a ritual. Blood flows with the rhythm of a magical chant. The young man screamed in pain or was it him? No matter, the pain he feels filled him with horror and he turned away like a frightened child running into darkness*
*Nazlik removed the bandage from his back. It had been couple of days and the rough wound looked better but it still leaked blood and pus, there was a slight putrid stench in the air. As she carefully tried to clean the wound she dropped some of the healing liquid into it from the potion. She then took the new bandage and carefully placed it on his back. As she turned him on his back he muttered something with sweat beads on his forehead, his fever was running high. He was delirious with fever and there was nothing more she could do about it. Not here anyway.
When she saw how he was wounded in the battlefield she almost lost hope. Dangling sideways on the horse as he was about to fall off unconscious with the spear sticking from his back as the qunari were chasing them. It made her feel truly powerless for the first time in her life. But then she felt as a burning rage was raising in her. They will not die here. These mindless qunari will not take his life, not as long as she had any fighting spirit left in her. With kicking and screaming she was able to keep the horse galloping. With her wounded hand she took the reins which had fallen from his hand as he had passed out. While with her other hand she struggled to keep him on the saddle, he nearly fell off but she was able to hold on.
The horse kept running until they got past the next hill. She then pulled the reigns and stopped it. They could not continue like this. At the side of the hill she noticed a small shrubbery. She slowly steered the horse there. After getting down herself she carefully pulled him off the horse, then removed his cape. She had seen a corpse of some foot soldier near by and had a idea. With a haste she dragged the foot soldiers body to the horse, put the purple striped cape on him, then took a fallen spear from previous engagements and stuck it to the soldiers back. With great effort she was able to put the body on the horse. She then poked the horse with her dagger and it ran away fast carrying the dead body with it.
Nazlik searched for cover among the shrubbery. There was a small hollow dent between two larger rocks among the bushes. Closer inspection revealed a small crack at the end of the hollow which led into a dark tunnel. As the qunari were advancing there was no time to loose. She carried him there and slowly pulled him through the crack into darkness. She took a magical orb he had once given her of her belt. Now it would become handy, she whispered the activating word and small light started to glow in the darkness. The faint light revealed a finely carved stone corridor. Strange carvings filled the walls as long as she could see. After a moment of hesitation she started to carry him deeper into the tunnel. After couple of turns she noticed a small room on the right side wall. The doorway and the room were filled with strange decorations. A small stone table with carvings were at the end of the room. Despite the tunnel and room being moist the table was dry so she placed him carefully on it. The slight glow the table had made her uneasy but she had no other option.
His wounds needed to be taken care of. She pulled a tiny healing potion and ointment from her belt. These needed to do for now. She went to see if there was anything more to find close by. Around the corner there was a elaborate burial chamber. The chamber was filled with golden bowls filled with gold and jewels with wooden ornaments. A large stone coffin stood at the center of the room on a elevated floor. She ignored it and poked through the treasure for anything useful. As she returned to him she had taken couple of golden bowls and ancient textiles for bandaging his wounds. A near by corridor down the stairs provided water as it was filled knee deep with water. Nazlik placed the water filled bowl between two loose tiles on floor and placed her orb under it. Another word had the orb burning brighter and radiating heat. As the water started to boil she tore the old fabric into suitable slides to dip into hot water. In a few moments she had what she needed and started to work on his wounds. Time to take off the spear.
*Darkness seemed almost live as it twirled around him. It shoved him more and more flashes. He waded slowly through his memories, as he understood these were of his life. There were three little baby girls and seeing them filled him with such a joy. A bright flash among the darkness. Then a chill wind blew of the images and darkness intensified. Faces begging for mercy, bloody hands reaching for him. A cold voice spoke again, this time it sounded so familiar, "too late now, for you". He knew that voice, it was his. "I am what I am" echoed in the darkness. The emptiness behind that voice made him run deeper into the darkness.*
Nazlik leaned to him as he started to convulse. "Stay with me" she whispered as she touched his burning forehead and sweating chest. Suddenly his twitching stopped and he became limp. She touched his chest and couldn´t find pulse anymore. No!" she screamed, "I refuse to let you go!" and slammed her fist in his chest, one time, two times, three times. As she placed her head on his chest she could feel a faint pulse. "Do not give up on me" she whispered.
*Darkness gave slowly away as faint light could be seen in distance. He could hear a faint voice calling for him. That voice, he knew it, and loved it. He started to move towards it. Yes, he loved that voice so much. There was a warm feeling filling him, filling the empty place in his heart. Warm memories washed over him, silver eyes, beautiful smile, white hair flowing all over. Silver eyes.. silver eyes... a sudden flash filled the moment. A silver eyed man, with white hair. But not qunari, sitting on the Archon throne. Whispers, "redeemer.. savior.." lingered in the darkness. "It can be..". Imperial flags flying over Qunandar.
Then a figure of a woman standing far away in the light, gesturing at him. And he knew her, Nazlik. He started to run towards her as the black mist tried to tie itself around his ankles and thighs. But the more it tried to slow him down the more he struggled. "My love, I am coming".
He opened his eyes and saw her looking down at him. "Kadan" she whispered.*
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. Things can change quickly. I think I started to write it bit by bit from somewhere around page 80. At least it should be after that.
I'm sure you guys will still be fine, but it just feels so good getting one of Tevinter's own. I will say she fought me for quite a while but look at her now! All mine!
Don't worry fellas...I will take really good care of her! Guess my game isn't weak after all 
