Kiera Amell thought her life was set before her. A talented Spirit Healer, she assumed that she would spend her life in the Circle of Magi healing the sick and mentoring apprentinces. That is, until a blood mage betrayed her trust and left her to pa...
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"Kiera," The Mage opened her eyes at Garrett's voice. "I'm heading back out. Stay in here. Don't leave the Chantry. Please promise me you won't leave."
"Garrett." He could hear the fear in her voice.
"Promise me, love."
Kiera slowly nodded, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I promise."
He gently kissed her lips. "I love you," he whispered before kissing the top of Jocelynn's head.
"I love you," she whispered back before Garrett turned.
As he moved away Kiera's fingers slipped out of his. He looked back over his shoulder at his family before he went back outside, rallying his surviving men to prepare for the next wave of Darkspawn. The Darkspawn Commander Mahariel had protected was still there. It nodded a greeting at him. Garrett returned the greeting.
"The soldier, he is standing against the others, despite the family within the Chantry."
"I am." It was beginning to rain. "You turn against your own kind?"
"These Darkspawn, they are not my brethren, but mindless beasts under the command of the Mother."
"How is it you are able to talk? I've never come across any that spoke. Of course, none ever stopped to have a conversation with me."
The Darkspawn made a noise that Garrett assumed was a chuckle. "I was awakened by the Architect. The Architect, he wishes us released from the compulsion to find the Old Gods. We who are awakened call ourselves Disciples and take names for ourselves. We no longer hear the song of the Old Gods call."
"What do you call yourself?"
"The Messenger." He turned towards the city itself, drawing his sword and shield. "We must fight, Soldier of Amaranthine."
"Just call me Garrett. I have no longer have a title, Messenger."
Garrett drew his sword as Darkspawn began to advance upon them, pouring out of the Crown and Lion. With a cry, Garrett and the Messenger lead the charge. The rain poured down harder as if the Maker himself was trying to cleanse Amaranthine of the Darkspawn. All of their swords and their armor were covered in blood and Garrett prayed that none of his men would catch the Blight. The Wardens jumped into the fray soon after.
After the first wave was defeated, Realin turned to the Messenger. "Stay with the men and cover them!"
He nodded and the Wardens headed to the Crown and Lion. Garrett then remembered the smuggler tunnel. That had to be where the Darkspawn were coming from.
After several more waves, Aidan joined them. "The Darkspawn are massing outside the city," he said to Garrett. "How are your men faring?"
