It had been almost a full year since Coryoheus's defeat. The world had begun to heal and settle from the events he had caused. However, in light of their victory, there was one who did not celebrate.
Moonlight seeped in from the windows on the upper floors, faintly illuminating the Rotunda as Arana stood staring at the walls. Her eyes stinging and red, she traced her fingers over the lines of the various paintings covering the room; pausing when she came to one that had been left unfinished.
Her hand lingered over it, sliding down the wall's surface as the Inquisitor fell on her knees and shut her eyes tightly as they burned and her cheeks dampened again with tears. What was once her favorite room in all her castle was now nothing more than a silent, painful reminder. Her heart hung heavily in her chest.
Where had he gone? Why did he leave?
She had no way of knowing. All at once and all too suddenly the man she loved had gone without a word. It had been almost a year.. and no sign of him had come. Not a trace left to be found. Nothing but the jawbone she clutched in her hand and the paintings that stained those towering walls.
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SolavellanHellChallenge2020
FanfictionA Dragon Age group I'm in is doing a 30 day art/writing challenge and I've decided to participate! These are my submissions I've written!
