Dragon Age Inquisition: Nelora's Tale

Ending Dreams

Dareth Shiral, emma lath....

It was time. Corypheus would be stopped, and today was the day. Everyone was anxious as the green lights flared to life at the ruins of Haven. The Inner Circle of Nelora's companions quickly gathered the things they would need for the battle that was to come. Iron Bull, Blackwall, and Cole hurried past everyone and towards the main hall. They knew they would be called, for Nelora always chose them to come on her travels.

"It seems Corypheus is not content to wait." Morrigan murmured, watching the lights as they spiraled up to the Breach again. Nelora's hand burst to life with the same green light.

"And we will meet him." Nelora said, ears going back.

"But our forces aren't back from the Arbor Wilds." Cullen murmured, watching Nelora with worried eyes.

"We can't risk him heading towards Skyhold. I'm going down there to fight him." The elf growled, determined to go whether the Advisors liked it or not. She would not lose Skyhold like they did Haven. The elf turned and headed out of the War Room.

"Blackwall, Bull, Cole, everyone! Let's go kick some Darkspawn Magister butt!" She growled, heading out to the main clearing. Iron Bull gave a roar of agreement and followed. Nelora stood in the Keep clearing, everyone watching the Breach with wide eyes. She gazed at it with determination, and blue light formed around her, the whispers from the Well of Sorrows louder. The light engulfed the elven mage, and then faded to reveal a large white dragon, blue eyes glittering with a hunger for battle. The soldiers stared in awe at Nelora, and the rest of the Inquisition members walked over to her. Cullen walked up to her head, and rested a hand on her snout.

"Please be careful, and come back, alright?" He murmured, looking at Nelora's large blue eyes. She nodded, and nudged his shoulder with her nose, and he hugged her head.

"I will come back my love. Nothing will keep us apart, not even a blighted magister." She growled, closing her eyes briefly before pulling away, as her companions hopped onto her back. Spreading her large white wings, Nelora lifted off the ground, and with a thunderous roar, winged away towards the ruins of Haven.

They sped over the land, Haven coming towards them quickly. The roar of the other corrupt lyrium dragon sounded, and Nelora's ears flicked forward, before answering with her own deafening roar. They spiraled down by the ruin, and landed with a thud. The others got off her back, and they quickly headed up the stairs where the conclave used to be, and saw the magister. Corypheus easily threw back the soldiers with a blast of his magic, killing a few of them, and rendering the others stunned on the ground.

"Hey, Magister. Why not fight someone with your own power." Nelora growled, lashing her tail. The magister looks over, the elven artifact in hand.

"I knew you'd come." He said and used the artifact. It shook the ground, cracking the land beneath Nelora's feet, and lifting the ruins up. Iron Bull, Blackwall, and Cole were the ones that went up with Nelora, the rest of her companions left on the ground far below.

"You have been most successful in foiling my plans. But you are but a thief, in the wrong place at the wrong time. An interloper. A gnat." He growled, and Nelora bared her fangs, flaring her wings. "We shall prove here, which of us is worthy of Godhood." Coryphaeus growled in his gravelly voice, and Nelora lashed her tail.

"We came her to stop you, Magister. Nothing more!" The magister glared at Nelora, and a shadow loomed behind him. The lyrium dragon. With a roar it lunged at Nelora and her companions. Nelora screeched, and slammed into it, both dragons tumbling over the edge of the floating island, and falling through the air. Slashing at its snout, Nelora broke free from it's claws and winged up into the air, and spiraled over the floating islands, breathing blue flame at the lyrium dragon as they slammed into each other repeatedly. Nelora's companions kept Corypheus busy. The elf turned dragon was getting beat up, that was expected as she fought the other dragon. Obtaining claw and bite wounds on her back, legs, wings, and even a few minor ones on her neck. The lyrium dragon was faring no better, bleed profusely from a large stomach wound, and having many scorch marks on it's back and neck.