Dragon Age: Coexist

Recovery, Apologies, Therapy

It was absolutely intoxicating, the melody that was serenading me; I found myself weeping at the sheer beauty of it, longing to be nearer to the source, so that my ears may receive better volume.

As it played throughout my psyche, a scorching sensation erupted in the small of my back, lurking up my spine, into my throat. I felt a silent yet audible beckoning, as if a…..force was drawing me in, persuading me to become one with it. And as the song became more and more beautiful with every tear that streamed down my cheeks, I longed to be one with it. It was indeed the unknown, yet I craved it; at that moment, it was the sweetest release I'd ever been given.

The pain was now unbearable, yet I found myself somewhat resistant to it; the force seemed to be healing me, whilst unifying with me.

I suddenly felt a familiar twinge in the back of my head, gnawing at me, making me hesitant to willingly join the unknown. Everything suddenly felt….wrong. The force had suddenly become my enemy, and it had somehow detected my silent rejection, immediately growing hostile once it discovered my resistance. The melody had vanished, from the present and my memory, and I found myself longing to hear its sweet call once again.

The misery had become more agonizing than before; I could not move, grimace in pain….I had become paralyzed. A vision of green mist, jagged edges, and the deformed creatures that were the darkspawn were before me, their grin evident on their faces. A dragon, not majestic and glorious as the ones of legend, but dark and evil, appeared before them; he was their leader. And as his glowing eyes looking into mine, piercing into my very soul, darkness began to evolve; my essence was being drained slowly, cruelly, and I was being forced to watch my death, feel it.

Another soothing song began its serenade; it was not as addictive as the first, though I felt myself becoming more powerful from it; my willpower had returned, as the voice, the spirit, aided me in my plight.

She is shielded from this reign,

This reign of poison blood,

Yet filled with its corruption,

She drowns beyond the flood.

Her death is being teased,

Her pain shakes her awake,

As darkness fills her mind, it stills,

But for the Creators' sake.

The darkness faded; I had awakened, eyes meeting those of Alistair's and Duncan's.

I immediately lowered my eyelids, head throbbing.

"She…she made it," It was Alistair's voice, yet I sensed no disappointment or anger at my survival; surprisingly, he seemed to be amazed, glad that I was indeed alive, from his tone.

I opened my eyes again, vision blurred. I saw Duncan's kind smile, then nothing.

"She seems to be going in and out of consciousness again," The templar sounded worried, now.Concerned.

I was not unconscious, as they thought I were; I was merely too weak to lift my eyelids, or move.

"So did you, when you awakened. Everyone is weak after their Joining," I was panicking, slightly; Duncan's pleasant voice diminished my anxiety.

"Maybe…maybe I should get water for her. When she wakes up for good. Do you think she'll take it from me? Maker….she probably hates me."

"There is no doubt that she will be upset with you for quite some time. You were defending me, but she probably took it personally. You are a templar-"