Hawke watched the red sun sinking into the ocean, colouring it blood red. She would only have some few precious moments to get ready.
Isabella and the rest had begged her to not accept the duel. Hawke was not someone who turned away from a duel, especially if her friend's life was on the line.
She wrinkled her nose; surprisingly had the Arishok allowed her to step out for some fresh air, but the Kirkwall air was far from fresh. It smelled of fire, blood, despair and fear.
Heavy steps approached her and Hawke slowly turned around. She expected it to be one of the Karasaad, here to fetch her but instead it was the Arishok himself.
He now stood in front of her in silence like a giant mountain towering over her.
The Arishok gave her a stern look then focused his eyes on the sun behind her.
Hawke turned around to face the sinking sun again. Neither of them broke the silence for a long moment, instead they just stood still; two giants in their own way.
" In this wrenched slump, you alone are tolerable, basalit-an."
Hawke almost choked on the air trying to stop a loud -WHAAAAAAT?!- from leaving her mouth. She stayed quiet, hoping for an explanation or for him to continue, but he said no more.
" Well it was a honour to get to meet you Arishok. Gave me new perspective and a lot to think on." She said after some time, trying to stimulate a conversation but failed.
The sun sank deeper into the water as the silence returned. Hawke felt oddly calm standing next to the Arishok even thought she knew what would happen. Before she had realised had he become her only certainty. She could not help but to laugh at the thought. The Arishok frowned a bit over the broken silence but did not tell her to be quiet.
" We could had been best friends forever in another world or life." She said with a small laughter ignoring the small change in the Arishok's face that indicated his annoyance.
" I regret that I did not succeeded in capturing you. If I had we would not be here." The Arishok replied with a grunt.
Hawke studied the Arishok trying to figure out what he meant by those words. He had his usual poker face and did not even look at her.
"Parshaara, it's time Hawke."
The Arishok turned around and walked towards the Viscount's Keep. Hawke took a deep breath and gave the sun a last look before she followed.
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Basalit-an
ФанфикIn the wretched slum people call Kirkwall is there only one person that the Arishok consider worthy and soon will he first handed test her abilities. A/N i have uploaded this on my Deviantart and i tried to do it on wattpad some time ago but someth...
