AOE Link: http://archiveofouro...g/works/3173370
This drabble is my personal interpretation of Lethallan-Lavellan's artwork on the following link:
http://lethallan-lav...-in-battle-coleI used her version of Cole's phrases.
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A Charred Coin
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Let the blade pass through the flesh,
Let my blood touch the ground,
Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice.
- Andraste : 7
From the Main Hall, Cullen saw her. She was leaning at the great doors leading to the courtyard, holding her dragon helmet, her armor buckled, ready for the final battle. Her shadow was casted long into the Hall from the late afternoon sun.
Turning over, she saw him coming. He had also dressed himself with full armor, clutching his helmet. At the courtyard, the rest of her companions were preparing themselves for what would be the final assault. In a few hours, everything would be over.
A pair of Hazel met a pair of Ambers, no word was said, only silent prayers. Maker, please watch over her… The thought of losing her… I can’t… I can’t….
Slowly, he cupped her cheek with his hand. Those eyes, those hazel eyes, golden under the late afternoon sun, full of emotions. She put her free hand on his, their forehead touched. Words had no more place here. Nothing he felt can be put into words. Then she pulled away, her eyes locked into his.
A small gesture of the Inquisition, right fist on the chest, she turned away and was gone.
***
He was fighting at the other entrance of the Temple when it happened. He had rallied the remaining armies of the Inquisition to stop the Venatori and Red Templars from joining their Master. The battle had been hard and unforgiving, they were vastly outnumbered. However, a sudden blast and green light pouring to the sky from the heart of the Temple indicated that the Herald had indeed seal the Breach once more time. She must have defeated Corypheus.
Without their leader, the rest of the Red Templars and Venatori were thrown into chaos and was quickly routed. It was victory. They had won.
Yet his instinct told him that something was not right. He started to run to where she was. But it was far, too far. And then he saw him, the Kid, Cole, running to him. The boy was distressed, shaking all over. Cullen could feel his blood turned into ice.
“It hurts, oh Maker, it hurts… A hot knife to the abdomen, twisted and pulled upwards. Red spills on my hand, sticky. Dorian squeezes my hand. Foggy, as if underwater. “
Maker, no…
“The coin weighs heavy in my pocket, someone must return it to him. Lucky, he said. He said it was Lucky.”
Maker, please... keep your finger on her shoulder… Don’t let anything befall her…
“Oh my Commander, who will hold him when the nightmares get bad? The tickle of golden hair on my shoulder as we wake…”
Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide…
“ His heavy cloak draped on my shoulder. “I had never felt anything like this”, he said”
I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond, for there is no darkness in the Maker's Light...
“I want to see him… One more time… I can feel… Oh Maker… I’m going to…I’m…”
And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost...
“… gone.”
***
They gave him his coin back, later. It was charred and dented, blackened. Victory had never tasted more like ashes to him.
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