Dragon Age: One Shots

Zevran x Female Warden- Mahariel's Hell

If Zevran rescued the warden from the fade.

"I just wanted to make sure you were happy here, in Weisshaupt. These grand halls were built by the first grey wardens. Isn't it breathtaking?" Duncan's voice was unsettling.

    "Something isn't right... Why aren't we fighting Darkspawn?"

    "It will stand as a testament to the time when the grey wardens were needed to fight the Darkspawn."

    "What do you mean? Don't we still have to fight?" She became more alarmed by the second.

    "The Darkspawn are gone, remember? You were there in that great last battle. It was a triumph for all of us, bringing down the archdemon and setting the underground layers ablaze."

    "That's not possible, you're hiding something from me."

    "The grey wardens shall be keepers of history. We shall tell tales and sing songs of a more tumultuous time, that others may rejoice in knowing that that time is past." His voice became distorted.

    "The Duncan I know would never rest on his laurels."

    "The Duncan you know was a man forged in the fires of war. I am different now, at peace. I have learned to be tranquil."

    "Tranquil? You mean sedated."

    "FOOLISH CHILD. I have given you so much and you cast it back in my face. CAN YOU NOT BE CONTENT WITH THE PEACE I OFFER?" It screamed.

    "You offer complacency," She drew her sword. "Not peace."

    "IT SEEMS ONLY WAR AND DEATH WILL SATISFY YOU, SO BE IT. HAVE YOUR WAR AND YOUR DARKSPAWN, MAY THEY BE YOUR DOOM!"

    He morphed into a demon. Bones snapped making way for new limbs, flesh was tainted, and it's shape disfigured.

    She dodged a swing of its arm, rolling underneath and taking a slash at its legs. It reached back with long claws, snagging her chin. Blood dripped from her face. She grunted.

    It stepped away and brought its arms into the air. An evil aura appeared, and from it, two more abominations.

    They surrounded her, lurching forward. She spun her sword around in a circle, a desperate attempt to fend them off. It had no significant effect. She had managed to cut two of them, but it was only about a quarter inch deep.

    There were too many, she could not fend them off herself. She was merely a rogue, and she did not have the advantage of poisoning them, nor attacking from the shadows. The third was exhausting her, while the others tried to pin her down. It was working. She was surrounded. She made a final attempt, using her sword to slice at their stomachs. While her arm was reached out, the third had lunged forward, cutting deep into the artery of her wrist. She screamed in pain, dropping her weapon to the ground with a clatter. Next, her throat was slit.

    She was standing in the darkness. Her senses picked up nothing, until she heard them. Whispers all around her. She was not yet dead, perhaps because her body still remained unharmed on the circle floor.

    "It's your fault." They snarled. "Tamlen is dead because of you."

    She defended herself. "No..."

    "Zevran will meet the same fate as him, but this time... you will watch."

    "NO." This time she screamed and a tear fell into the void.

    Something new spoke. She felt hot breaths against her neck. "Mi Amore, why would you do this to me?"

    She heard a scream, it was the one she loved. Cries of agony in an Antivan accent echoed all around her. She covered her ears and shut her eyes, but to no avail. It was in her head.

    "You're not real!" She cried. Falling to the ground, she cursed over and over. "Sodding demons!" She screamed.

    A hand reached out for her. She opened her eyes to see a man in front of her. He was the only thing not entirely shrouded in darkness. It was Zevran, he hugged her tight and wiped the tears from her cheek. She tackled him and cried into his chest, desperately praying that this too was not a trick.

    "My dear warden, did you miss me?"