The day had come.
He never thought it would. He knew bad things were going to happen. He knew there would be blood, death, horror, sadness, but Maker! Anthony never expected so much fear to be so deeply rooted inside of him.
In the first moments so many different fears raced through his mind.
Fear for his parents came first.
Then his infant sister.
Then Nicolynn and Mythalus.
And the others. They came next.
Then he feared for all of them as the thought of what might happen to them if all of their parents were to perish.
Anthony could not bear the thought for long. It abandoned him after his mother thrust his infant sister into his arms and kissed his forehead. She raised her sword and ran off with little else.
Nicolynn was doing her best to keep Mythalys relaxed. That was the most important thing. Were he to have another melt down, they'd all be in trouble. He did not see Nicolynn's parents once the fighting started. They'd already gone into battle. He had no idea if he would ever see them again. Nor did Nicolynn. That scared him more.
She looks over at him, her brother's hand in hers and little Torrance strapped to her front. There is sadness in her eyes. He walks by her as he grabs his bag from beside his bed and her fingers find their way around his wrist. His eyes meet her's and he sees the words on her lips before she lets them out.
"I'm scared, Anthony."
He just looks at her for a moment and then just nods. He knows there is nothing he can say that will change that. "Me too."
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Doom Upon All The World
FanfictionTen years have passed since Lavellan attended the Exalted Council and the Inquisition was disbanded. There's been harmony and joy in her life. The twelfth anniversary celebration of Corypheus' defeat approaches swiftly and with it Lavellan's compani...
