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With the publishing tonight of the last chapter of In Peace Vigilance, I have uploaded an epub version of the novelization (you can download it here). The file is around 8 Mb as it includes some illustrations (taken from the comic plus a couple of unpublished scenes) and should be compatible with most e-readers and tablets.
Let me know if you encounter problems with it - specifying which device/app you use to read eBooks.

UPDATE: I have updated the file to include more illustrations that were formerly included in the file but couldn't be displayed due to a validation error of the epub (^^;)
The file now includes the very last page of the Comic version as well. The file size is the same.

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With the publishing tonight of the last chapter of In Peace Vigilance, I have uploaded an epub version of the novelization (you can download it here). The file is around 8 Mb as it includes some illustrations (taken from the comic plus a couple of unpublished scenes) and should be compatible with most e-readers and tablets.
Let me know if you encounter problems with it - specifying which device/app you use to read eBooks.

UPDATE: I have updated the file to include more illustrations that were formerly included in the file but couldn't be displayed due to a validation error of the epub (^^;)
The file now includes the very last page of the Comic version as well. The file size is the same.
X: I Am The One


Ewan
The recruits. Duncan told me about all of them.
All the people Duncan wished to join the Wardens before Ostagar.
My almost-brothers.
Daveth, the pickpocket he saved from the gallows. He died during the Joining as he couldn't bear the Taint.
Jory, the knight of Redcliffe. Had a sudden change of mind and drew his weapon against Duncan, forcing him to kill him.
Dalen Mahariel, the Dalish hunter. He refused to leave his clan and his missing friend. Died for the taint.
Prince Salman Aeducan. He was framed for the murder of his brother, and was exiled in the Deep Roads. He was never found.
Brand Brosca, the castless who managed to win the proving. He disappeared from the Orzamarr prisons. I found his body in Jarvia's hideout, imprisoned along his friend Leske.
Johanne Tabris, daughter of Cyrion. She disappeared the day of her wedding. Her betrothed Nelaros and her cousin Soris raided the Arl of Denerim’s palace searching for her, but she was never found.
Cora Cousland. She refused to leave her family behind and was captured by Rendon Howe.
Ewan Amell. 
Myself.
For a strange whim of Fate, I'm the only one who chose to follow Duncan and survived the Joining. I'm the one who survived Ostagar, the one who ended the Blight by killing the Archdemon Urthemiel. I'm the one who killed the Mother and choose to spare the Architect, the very darkspawn that started the Fifth Blight. I choose to undergo the Dark Ritual with Morrigan and to let her go with my son.
Now I choose to save my son, and I’m about to die for it.
I’m not a “chosen one”: I'm the one who chooses, and deals with the consequences. 
I always was.

Eloise
It was eerie to see him. I had seen abominations before, but it was easier to deal with them, since the possession always carried a physical transformation... this time was different: his body, his looks, his voice was the same, yet he wasn’t him, not anymore.
He took a step towards us, a creepy smile on his face. Morrigan and Carver put themselves the way, I don’t know if to keep him from attacking us or the other way around.
“This is foolish Chatha,” Morrigan growled, “You’ll end up killing you both.”
Ewan-Chatha laughed: “He’s but a human, sister... now we are more than that...”
“You think you know Mother’s ways?” she laughed mirthlessly, “None of us knows her true nature.”
“You may be Flemeth’s daughter.” Carver added, “But you are nothing like her. You wouldn’t have been stuck in this pit for centuries if you were. I have seen her magic, yours is not even comparable to what she can do.”
That seemed to piss her off: “How dare you to-” Ewan’s body stumbled and fell to his knees with a roar of pain. “What in the Fade is happening? It... hurts...”
Morrigan grinned: “The Warden I know would never go down without a fight, Chatha... you’re paying the price of your pride!”
I felt a tug to my skirt and look down to Kieran’s wide eyes: “Take me to Father, please!”
I frowned: “That’s not a good idea, Kieran, Chata’s...”
“Chata’s killing him. He’s dying. Please...”

Ewan
Blackness. That was nothing like the Fade I know. It was empty, devoid of shapes and dreams, no lights, no bodies, no forms... I was alone.
I refused to surrender, I hadn’t come this far just to be killed by the first broodmother-abomination with a talent for body-swapping that crosses my path!
“You are an annoying one, Warden.” Chata’s voice echoed.
“I am not going to give up like this, Chatha.” I snapped back at her. I turned and saw her: an ethereal form of the woman she once was, not the horrid monster but a sensual and smooth woman’s body very like Morrigan’s... I glanced around and realized I was still floating in darkness but I had a sort of physical form now: naked and floating in black. Well, that’s a step forward, I guess...
“You annoying little fucker, what happened to In Death Sacrifice? You gave yourself up to me to save your son, let it go now! It’s your body I want, I don’t care about your soul, demons can have it!”
Demons! That’s an idea! I recalled Flemeth’s words and a plan formed in my mind: I’d be an arrogant fool to think it could work, but an arrogant fool is exactly what I needed to be if I could even stand a chance...

Cullen
As Ewan-Chatha collapsed, Carver, Anders, Morrigan and I had surrounded him, blades and staves pointed at him. Jowan and Eloise were trying to calm the kid down, but he was keeping on yelling his father was dying and he should get to him.
It was the perfect occasion to strike him down, to kill Chatha and free Ewan of her influece... but the problem was still the same: you can’t kill the demon without killing the mage. He was just like an abomination but neither of us wanted to strike first.
“He would want this.” Anders muttered.
“He would want to live.” Morrigan recanted.
“But he would want her to die.” Carver objected.
“We can’t kill Chatha, without killing Ewan.” I sighed.
“Are you sure there’s nothing left of him?” Carver asked turning to Anders.
“I don’t know.” he admitted, “When Justice entered my body, our conscience melted... not immediately, but in time we became one and the same... with Chatha and Ewan it may work differently, he may be something else, she’s not a demon, not really...”
“You’re right.” Morrigan nodded, “Even I don’t know what she is... from what I’ve learned, Flemeth trained each of her daughters differently, and she had years in the Deep Roads to search for lost knowledge...”
Ewan’s body started to spasm and twitch. The sight tugged something in my mind, but I couldn’t place it. “What’s happening?” I asked.
“He’s dying, damn you!” Kieran shouted from behind me. Eloise and Jowan could barely contain him, and his eyes had started to glow. “Let me get to him!”
“It’s too dangerous Kieran!” Morrigan shouted alarmed, “Do not tap into that power, I mean it!”
“Mother, I don’t want him to die!”
I glanced back and forth between father and son, then it hit me. “He doesn’t want to either.”
“What do you mean?” Carver asked.
I pointed at him: “He’s fighting. This spasms... he’s in a lucid dreaming.”
“You mean he’s in the Fade?” Anders asked frowning.
“He’s fighting her... he’s performing a Harrowing.”

Ewan

“This is the Void, Warden.” Chatha laughed, “We’re in your dying mind, you can’t fight me, I am you now.”
“You may be inside of my mind, attack my soul, but you either forgot -or never knew- what it means to be me.” I scoffed.
She tilted her head amused: “I certainly won’t pretend to be you, Warden. And as I already told you, I don’t care for the Taint, and I can sense you’re different... this flow of blood magic is keeping it under control.”
I rose my brows in mock surprise. “You can feel that?”
She laughed: “I am Flemeth’s daughter, I practiced all kinds of magic. From the womb, even.”
I grinned: “Then you should know that before I was a Warden, I was a Circle Mage.”
She scoffed: “So?”
“You mean you really don’t know how it works?” I cackled, “By the Maker, you really are something... you enter my body, try to possess me and you don’t know...”
“Know what?” she growled. I could see she was starting to be pissed off by my attitude and that was good.
“Know that as a Circle mage, I was already promised to someone else.”
“Promised?”
“I went through a Harrowing, and this means that there’s only one entity who can possess me.”
“What entity?”
ME.
We turned and saw it. I called it, and her pride and mine had acted like a beacon leading it to us, while my pain and panic had let it in. Flemeth was right, Mouse would always find me.
GET YOUR HANDS OFF WHAT’S MINE, WITCH. HE LET ME IN, I HAD WAITED THIS FOR TOO LONG FOR YOU TO COME HERE AND STEAL MY PRIZE.
“The Fade he let you!” she shouted outraged, “I entered him first, begone demon!”
The gigantic pride demon stalked towards her, its claws strained, his fangs grinding.
I AM HIS PRIDE AND HIS WISDOM, HIS WEAKNESS AND STRENGTH, HIS SIN AND VIRTUE. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!
“I have the right of strength and skill.” she scoffed, “You want to fight! Let’s fight then!” she moved her hands as she was about to conjuring a fireball, but nothing came out of the blackness.
“We’re in my dying mind, Chatha.” I laughed, “You said that before. I set the rules: you have no power here.”
She growled in frustration: “Neither has it.” she shifted into a fighting stance still facing Mouse, “Let’s solve it the old fashioned way, let the strongest soul survive!”

Jowan
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, “I know I’m not the most qualified to say it, but he doesn’t look like he’s in the Fade...”
“He’s not.” Anders confirmed, “If he’s fighting, he’s fighting inside his own mind.”
“And what’s the difference?” Morrigan asked. We all stared at her in disbelief.
“Well, the Fade is the Dream Plane, another level of existence...” Eloise started, but she cut her off.
“You speak the words of the Circle, girl. The Fade, the Beyond, Setheneran, whatever you want to call it, is something real, a place beyond all places that anyone - even the dwarves, under the right circumstances - can enter. But it’s also the place where magic comes from, and from where does magic come?”
“From the Fade?” Anders chuckled. Morrigan glared at him.
I took a deep breath and 
“Blood magic...” I murmured, “Magic comes from us. From inside of us. The Fade is in our mind. We shape it.”
“Our Fade form is our conscience...” Eloise murmured, “But it’s also our soul. That’s why you can’t die in the Fade because the soul is immortal...”
“And if you get killed in the Fade you become tranquil because you cut your consciousness off your soul.” Anders finished.
“Really? Is that what happens?” I asked shocked.
“Not always, but it may happen.” Anders admitted. 
“It is more complicated that this, but you have it almost correct.” Morrigan smirked. “The point is...”
“WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT THE POINT?” Kieran shouted. We all turned to the little boy.
“Watch your language, young man!” Morrigan reprimanded him.
“Then you all do something! Who cares where he is, he’s dying!”
“Actually it can make a difference.” Cullen was kneeling beside Ewan. “If he is in the Fade fighting, we can help him.”
“How?” I asked wile kneeling beside him.
He glared at me dead in the eye “With your help.”
Wait... did he mean...?

Ewan
I backed away as Chatha charged Mouse head down. She punched right through his chest and her hand got stuck in the hard skin of the demon.
I frowned: I was hoping for Mouse to take care of her and figure out a way to deal with him later, but I wasn’t expecting what happened after.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN? Mouse asked, panic in its voice.
“I... I don’t know, I’m stuck!” she said as she was trying to pull her arm put of the demon’s chest.
LET ME GO!
“I can’t!” she yelled in panic as she was pulled more towards the demon.
“That's not supposed to happen.” a familiar voice said behind me. I turned in shock: what did Flemeth of all people is doing here?
“A soul is not forced upon the unwilling.” she stated. Watching the two of them struggle. “They should have destroyed each other, and you should be free...”
“What are you doing here?” I asked her. She gave me a cryptic smile.
“All of you always consider me the bad one in everything, but tell me, Warden... when did I ever do something that wasn't helping you or the ones like you?”
I scoffed, then paused: a million things came to mind I couldn't even know where to begin! Indeed she saved me and Alistair from the Tower of Ishal, albeit in selfish interest... yet I was there, still alive thanks to Morrigan and – directly and indirectly – to her. And she helped the Hawkes fleeing Lothering, albeit Carver confirmed she didn't do it quite selflessly... And yes, she brought Mouse to me before, but she intended to warn me about Chatha, and Mouse was the only way... she didn't do anything to help it, in fact, she looked... relieved? When Mouse was cast away... She seeks to possess Morrigan's body, of course... but didn't she just say that a soul is not forced upon the unwilling? What if Morrigan misunderstood the words of the Black Grimoire? It appears Chatha did, her possessing me didn't quite go according to plan... Everything on Flemeth that wasn't legend but first-hand experience should tell me she's... at least benevolent to me.
“You... you do have a point. But you didn't answer my question.”
“As always, Warden, I am helping myself by helping you.” she smirked, “You will need help to fight that.” she pointed at the two spirits fighting.
I watched in horror the scene in front of my eyes: Chatha and Mouse were... melting and melding, becoming an indistinct fluid mass that mixed and combined in front of my eyes. Their cries for pain harmonized in a chord of pain until both of them got one voice, one shape, one soul...
I should have expected it. Anders told me what happened with Justice. 
They had blended.
They had become one.
“I BELIEVE THIS SETTLES THE ARGUMENT.” they - it - said turning towards me.

Eloise
“No, I won’t let you do it.” Morrigan hissed.
“Then what? You want to bleed someone dry to send someone else?” Jowan recanted, “We need someone who’s already connected to Ewan, his son is his best chance.”
“I do have a bond of blood with him!”
“Forged with blood magic, and blood magic may undo it.” Jowan shook his head “It may not work and we got only one shot.”
I didn’t like the plan: “He’s but a boy, what if he becomes an abomination?”
“I’m not going to.” Kieran pouted. I sighed: he may have been a creepy kid with an Old God’s soul but he was acting like your average six years old now.
“You don’t understand!” Morrigan turned to Anders, “He’s got the soul of an Old God, you know what this means, don't you?”
Anders frowned then widened his eyes as the realization hit him: “Oh Maker! You’re right we can’t send him in the Fade, not inside Ewan’s mind anyway!”
“And why is that?” Carver asked with a frown.
“In the Fade his soul will manifest in its true form.” Anders explained, “When I am in the Fade my Justice side takes over... what do you think it would happen to Kieran?”
“Shit.” I muttered, “You’re right, we want to save him, not killing him.”
“I will not kill him!” Kieran cried.
“Not intentionally, Kieran...” Morrigan knelt by her child, “But he’s a Grey Warden... and you are...”
“I'm not an Old God.” the boy whined.
“You bear the soul of one.” She replied.
“'Tis not my soul.” he snapped, “He wants to help too, but he'll let me do it.”
“He?” Morrigan frowned, “Kieran, what are you...?”
“We're not the same.” The boy replied, “As long as we work together we coexist, I don't have to fight him, though, or we will die.”
She hesitated for a split second then shook her head: “You are too young to enter the Fade, you're not ready...”
“He is Old. He knows, he'll guide me.”
We had formed a circle, Cullen and Carver knelt by Ewan’s head chanting some templar Canticle while us mages gathered at his feet with Chatha’s body. Each one of us drop some some of our blood in a wooden bowl, then Jowan collected some of Ewan’s too from a bite wound on his shoulder then we poured it on the broodmother’s body and Jowan began chanting.
Chatha’s old form lifted in the air and an explosion of violet magic blasted from his body and wrapped Morrigan. Her eyes rolled up and she moaned as her mind was about to enter the Fade... 
Then the unexpected happened: Kieran pushed her mother away and closed his eyes in concentration...
“KIERAN!” Morrigan shouted, but it was too late.
The boy was in.

Ewan
The aberration stalked towards me as I backed slowly. The sight was repulsive: it was like Chatha had grown some extra pair of eyes and horns, her skin scaly and bumpy, her fingers now claws, her face a melted mask of horror with fangs protruding over her bottom lip. I thought she was frightening as a broodmother, but now she was worse.
“Seriously, girl?” Flemeth stood still defiantly, “All those years waiting and plotting... and you meld with a pride spirit?”
“I AM PRIDE AND WISDOM.” it recanted, “I KNOW WHO YOU ARE NOW, MOTHER.”
“You are no daughter of mine.” she snarled, “You failed yourself, and in turn, you failed me. If you know who I am, you should know you stand no chance against me.”
“IT IS NOT YOU I WANT.” the creature turned to me, it's eyes hungry, “LET’S ADD SOME WARDEN MAGIC TO THE MIXTURE, SHALL WE?” it leered at me with a toothy grin.
I couldn’t move fast enough: her paw shot forward and grabbed me by the neck. I cried in pain as it was strangling me, but I didn’t feel suffocating, only a roaring pain that shot through my whole body. Suddenly the abomination let me go.
“WHAT’S HAPPENING? WHY CAN’T WE...”
“Because he is not willing to submit.” Flemeth laughed. “His soul is his own, he may have let you in, but you can't blend if he doesn't want to.”
“WE DID.”
“You were willing.” Flemeth cackled. “You both sought power and possession, you let your soul open and now you're paying the price of it.”
The creature tossed me away, groaning in frustration.
“TO THE VOID WITH IT.” it growled, “I WILL DESTROY YOU AND I'LL BE THE ONLY ONE IN YOUR MIND... AND YOU," the creature snarled at Flemeth, "DO NOT INTERFERE! I. WILL. HAVE. HIS BODY!”
Flemeth shook her head glancing at me “He is pretty, but I wouldn't go that far for a man!” she jested.
“Thank you for the mental image, Flemeth.” I groaned. I felt dirtier than ever before imagining... no, cancel this image, burn it with fire...
The creature roared in rage and charged at me, horns down. I stood but Flemeth put herself between us, projecting a wall of light the creature crashed against. The impact sent both Flemeth and I flying backwards and landing on our butts.
“She is strong.” she admitted, her tone light as ever.
Chatha shook her head stunned but quickly recovered and charged at us again. We braced for the impact, charging a fireball, when I heard the song.
Heru am'in lothl'ir eren    
Halan ethir ma'nedan
Ar'u lothlen halen inan banal
Do'lin dirtharaven
Jowan
“What’s that?” I asked surprised. Kieran had suddenly begun singing and waving.
Long forgotten dreams forced on me, to help the ones I lost... Alone and forgotten I see nothing but the promise of the grey blood... 
I knew this melody, it was a song I've heard once in Dragon's Claw tavern, "I am the One" I believe it was called. I didn't know there was an elvish version, though, and the lyrics didn't match perfectly to the one in King's tongue. The version I knew spoke of hope and struggle, this was... darker.
The boy kept singing. I noticed Anders and Carver exchanging a worried glance.

Ara han'im
Halam'lothi hanin
Ara han'im
Heru am'in

I'll be the one who will restore forgotten glory” I translated, “I'll be the one...Who leads himself?
“Why is he singing an elven song?” Eloise wondered.
“More importantly, what is he doing?” Anders asked.
“I wish I knew.” I replied.
“You must have an idea, though.” Carver insisted. “You're three mages and a templar!”
“I...” Anders shook his head, “I wouldn’t know for sure but Archdemons control and rally darkspawn through singing...”
“You think this song is his way to tap into some Old God magic?” Cullen asked worried.
“It may be.” I admitted, suddenly frightened at the thought, “I just hope the kid knows what he’s doing...”

Ewan
Chatha froze listening to the song. The voice kept singing, crystalline and enthralling. It sounded like a child’s voice, at the same time blended with a melodic bass roaring in harmony with it.

Heru am'in on loth na him
Ir tel'abe ven'in ulen

I turned to Flemeth and saw she was smiling like a Mabari who got to the Bronto stew.
“What’s that, Flemeth?” I asked.
The wind of change forces an order upon me, And fate is rolling in without any sympathy... Something Old. Coming for you.
Something... oh, no! “Kieran? Is he here?”
“Yes... Can't you feel it? Isn't that familiar to you?”
Realization hit me: “Flemeth, no! We both could die. It would be like killing an Archdemon...”
She laughed: “You still don't get it, do you? A spirit can't be forced on an unwilling soul. 'Tis not the clash that kills an Archdemon, but the will of a Warden that sets them free.”
My eyes widened. Free? Does it mean... I shook my head, I had to focus on the immediate danger. I turned to Chatha who was still enthralled by the song, the song of an Old God... She may have exploited Flemeth’s knowledge to become resistant to it when she was a broodmother, and having become one with a Pride Demon may have made her stronger but at a cost: she was now vulnerable to the charm of Urthemiel’s voice.
And I realized I was too: I felt stronger, rallied: my son was singing for me, his voice giving me power, strength, confidence...
I knew what to do.
“My head is a mess already, let’s clean up a bit...”

Cullen
Ewan’s body started shaking so hard I thought it would split in two. Suddenly everyone focused on him, ready to strike at the first sign of physical change. Our Harrowing bond was broken when Chatha entered his body, but I was now feeling it again: I felt his personality rise and roar, his magic surge and I recognized it as his. On a harder convulsion I spotted Carver rising his blade to strike, but I stopped him: he may have been trained with a templar, but he wasn’t one.
He looked at me questioningly and I just smiled.
Morrigan shivered: “This doesn't feel right... We must stop this...”
Kieran had stopped singing, but he didn’t show to hear our calls. Morrigan was about to shake him but Eloise lounged for her hand and stopped him.
“Wait! His mind is still in the Fade, do not disturb him.”
“I know how's like to be in the Fade, thank you very much!” the witch snarled.
“Then you should know better.” Eloise recanted, “We may be poor ignorant Circle mages but we do know touching someone walking in the Fade is dangerous. Trust him.”
“He's but a boy!” she yelled, “And he doesn't know the half of the danger he's in.”
“Then don't add another half to it!” the elf yelled back.
Jowan put a hand on Morrigan's shoulder: “She's right, you know. You must trust your son...”
“He's but a boy...” she repeated, “He's...”
I returned my attention to Ewan. He had stopped shaking and was now smiling. That didn’t reassure me at all.

Ewan
I stared in awe at the huge form in front of me. It was blurry and indistinct but I know who he was. The flap of his wings had banished Chatha-Mouse out of this place, but I felt only a warm breeze. I let him in, I opened my heart and my soul to him, and now here he was: a man wrapped in an aura of power. He wasn’t just a kid, not here. He look older than he was, more mature, fed to the power of the ancient soul he bore. He was an Old God reborn.
“Urthemiel.” I whispered.
“No. Not Urthemiel, father: I’m Kieran. Just Kieran.” he smiled and approached me: I thought his form was shifting, one moment he looked like a dragon, one moment he was a man, but then I realized it was both: a dragon enfolding the shape of a young man with a golden heart, his aura glowing, pulsing like a heartbeat as he came near me.
He didn't have the soul of an Old God: the Old God was all around him, shielding him, enfolding him, but they were two separate souls, two being coexisting. That's how he tapped into Urthemiel's knowledge, I realized, the Old God spoke to him...Kieran and Urthemiel live in symbiosis.
I reached for him but the Dragon jerked away: “No, father you can’t...”
“It’s all right, Kieran.” my smile reassured him and I caressed his head. Touching my son’s soul brought tears to my eyes: I lost it and enfolded him in a hug.
“See? That didn’t kill you.” he rubbed his face in my chest.
“Our souls touched and didn’t destroy each other...”
“Because neither of you is forcing himself upon me, Kieran.” I whispered, “And I accept you as my son. I will never be in danger from you, and you from me.” I loosened the hug and placed my hand on his heart. “You have a human soul in you. You are my son, Kieran, you truly are. Urthemiel is a part of you, but it is you I see, not just an ancient soul. You're not a vessel but a new being, born from love and sacrifice.”
“Love?” he blinked confused, “Mother told me...”
“I do love your mother. Not in the same way I love Zevran, but I really do.” I blushed at my slip, maybe he was a tad too young to know who Zevran was -anything about him, actually- but he didn't seemed curious or surprised. I assumed Morrigan had already filled him in.. “She’s not only my friend, but she saved my life more than once, she was my confidant and together we lived through the darkest period of my life... and out of it, she managed to give me the greatest gift of all: you.”
He lowered his gaze: “You don’t even know me.” he murmured bitterly “Mother sought to that.”
“Hey!” I lifted his chin so he looked at me. He now looked like the little kid I saw in the Crossroads and that reached the deep roads with Morrigan. This, I believe, was his truest self. “Your mother did what she needed to. I always trusted her, and I believe she’s doing her best for you. You are a special being, unique, and she’s best suited to protect you. All I can do is trust you both and love you, even if I can’t be with you... Though I would really want to, if I could. Because you are my son, and I love you, even if I don't really know you.”
“Protect him from who?” Flemeth asked. I spun, instinctively shielding Kieran from her. 
“I see.” she said with a smile. “I am the enemy. Again.”
I looked back and forth between Kieran and Flemeth, unsure of what to do. “I... I think it depends on what are your intentions.”
Flemeth's brows perked with interest as she approached us: “That's a nice question, Warden, one not many ask. Morrigan hid the child well, and I need his help... but he's not ready yet.” she placed a hand on his heart and I saw the shining aura inside of his chest had the shape of a griffon, the same crest as the Grey Wardens. “I'll see you again in your dreams, kid. I'll tell you when time will come.”
“Time for what?” I asked.
She straightened and smiled at me, a sweet smile I had never seen on her face. “The time to lift him of his burden and see what kind of mother Morrigan really is.” she said cryptically before vanishing into thin air.
I turned to my son again, checking for something changed in him. He smiled at me as the Fade slowly dissolved around us, but I think it was Urthemiel who spoke: “I understand now what she always says: you are a special person, Warden: instead of death you gave me not only my life but freedom to be whatever I want... Thank you, father...”
His words echoed in my mind as I slowly came to my senses.

Eloise
Kieran opened his eyes and smiled. I could see tears glistening there as he was hugging his mother. Morrigan sighed relieved.
“What happened?” she asked him.
“I helped him free himself. I’m sorry I that pushed you out that way, mother, but it was the only way I could help him get rid of Mouse-Chatha.”
“Mouse-Chatha?” Carver frowned.
“This I have to hear.” Anders snickered.
“Mouse as in Mouse the Pride Demon?” Cullen shivered.
Kieran nodded.
A groan from Ewan interrupted our bickering. All of us reached for our weapon, but Kieran stopped us: “It’s all right, he’s free and himself.”
Slowly, the warden blinked and lifted himself in a sitting position with a moan: “Ugh, my head hurt less in the Fade...”
We all sighed in relief and I was surprised when Jowan of all people launched himself at him, hugging him in tears. Ewan was startled by the sudden move, but he pat his hand on his friend’s back in a soothing manner as Jowan was crying himself dry.
“Now, that’s hot.” I said with a grin while shifted beside them.
Cullen’s head snapped at me shocked and Jowan shot up like Ewan was suddenly on fire but the Warden just chuckled at me and squeezed Jowan’s butt making him jump and yelp.
“If you can get sex jokes and play along, you are fine.”
We all roared in laughter but Carver who looked absolutely scandalized “Guys, there’s a kid here!”
“So what?” Morrigan asked still laughing. “That makes it less funny?”
“If I know Morrigan, she didn’t bat around the bush about our son’s sexual education, cousin.” Ewan chuckled weakly.
“What happened to Chatha?” Cullen asked.
“I thought I could fight Chatha using Mouse,” he explained, “So I... uh... let him in. I tried to become an abomination to prevent being possessed from her, but they blended and she became an abomination.”
“That was foolish.” I said. “You're lucky you're still yourself... what happened to the... amalgam?”
“I... I don’t know, I managed to push her out of my mind and body, with Kieran's help, but I’m not sure where she went...” Ewan answered, “Probably I sent her back to her body...”
We all turned to the burned remains of the broodmother.
“Or maybe not.” he noted. “What the...”
“Anders was bored.” Carver joked.
“And Morrigan thought it may happen something like this, so she instructed us to burn the body.” Anders corrected him. Ewan sighed.
“If she didn’t find her body, she may still be trapped in the Fade who knows where...”
I shivered: “So she’s dead?”
“I won’t say that.” Morrigan admitted bitterly, “She’s an abomination, blended with a demon and able to possess bodies... She may have survived, but lost in the Fade... possibly forever.”
We all shivered thinking of it: death would have been a far better fate.
“I don’t think we’ll see her again soon, then.” I said
“Sounds fine to me.” Ewan sighed standing up, legs still shaking a bit. “I don't know about you but I've had enough of the deep roads to last for three lifetimes. Who wants to see the sky?”
We all lift our hands.

Epilogue

One year later, Antiva City


A man walked into the Maket plaza of the jewel of the Rivaini Bay. His name was Ewan Amell, Grey Warden, father, friend, lover.

He traveled the land far and wide to look for a man, and there it was: covered with his cured leather armor, still wearing the leather boots and the dalish gloves he gave him so long time ago.
“Zevran Arainai.” he yelled. All people in the square turned to look at him frightened: Zevran's name was a mark of shame and death through all Antiva, a man wanted by the Crows.
“I own your ass.” Ewan said with a grin.
“That’s quite a crude statement, Warden.” the elf replied. He slowly turned and walked towards him, arms open in a mock defiance: “Do you really want to defy a Crow here, in Antiva City?”
“That depends on how many Crows are there.” Ewan replied, his hands reaching for his swords.
“Oh, I think I’ve counted five in the marketplace.” Zevran bowed to a man behind a stall. The square started to empty.
“And there’s six more on the roof of that building.” Ewan unsheated Starfang and pointed at a palace near the chantry with it.
“There’s also three behind you.”
“And two to your left, I think you miscalculated.”
Zevran sighed “I know, I’m getting old. Are you sure you’re up to it?”
Ewan laughed: “You and me against a dozen Crows? I’ve seen worse.”
“Those were darkspawn.” Zevran reminded him waving his finger at him, “These are the infamous Crows of Antiva...”
Ewan pumped his fist and the two men that were sneaking behind Zevran were lifted in the air and then slammed on the ground. “Not famous for being good assassins, I see.” Ewan chuckled, remembering their first meeting.
The elf rolled his eyes: “Do you have to go there every time?”
“I’m your greatest fail...” the Warden said approaching the ridiculously awesome elf, “Your only mistake in a career of flawless murders...”
“Are you trying to say all that was a mistake?” Zevran furrowed his brows still smiling.
“Letting you live? No.” Ewan’s arms sneaked around the elf’s waist and pulled him against his body “Letting you go? Definitely.”
And as they kissed the Crows charged at them. They didn’t get far though, as two well aimed fireballs dispersed them unevenly around them.
“What’s that?” Zervan asked breaking the kiss.
“Oh, I got reinforcements.” Ewan grinned turning to Jowan and Eloise who waved at them before resuming their fight with the Crows.
Ewan and Zevran laughed and joined the fray. It was a good day for a little exercise...

***

In the years that followed this unusual, strange battle in the Fade, the world underwent so many changes. The mage revolution in Kirkwall, the Mage-Templar war and the Civil war in Orlais are just part of the series of events that culminated in the opening of the Breach. 
Compared to what happened next, this quarrel with Chatha could be considered just as the Thaw's death throes... but how much worse could have been had Chatha be an interested party in the events that followed?

Some claim that Ewan went to Antiva chasing his lover, the Assassin Zevran. One rumor suggested the pair engaged in a terrible showdown in the Antivan capital, and others say that they took over the Crows. Perhaps both versions are true.
Some months later Zevran was spotted in Kirkwall, alone. It was rumored he befriended the Champion, as witnesses place him in the battle at the Gallows, helping Hawke fighting the mad commander Meredith. The Warden, however, had completely disappeared. 
Only years later Sister Leliana managed to contact him on behalf of the Inquisition. His letter didn't share his whereabouts, but he did stated he was on a quest to free the Wardens from the Calling...

Ewan didn’t met Morrigan and their son again. She disappeared from the world only to reappear in Orlais five years later, where she became the arcane advisor to the empress Celene in lieu of Madame de Fer who had joined the reformed Inquisition. 
She too had an important role in the events that followed the opening of the Breach, as she later became the liaison between the Empire and the Inquisition in Skyhold...

Jowan is still a wanted maleficar in the eyes of the Chantry, but few remember his name these days: even before the schism of the templars from the Chantry, very few templars were interested in chasing him, and after the Mage-Templar war started, no one wanted to pursue the cold case of a maleficar escaped a decade before. 
Today he's but a funny story told by young mages, and a name that came to mean “something completely screwed up done with the best intentions.” Whether his actions in later life vindicated this disrepute, it is unknown...

Cullen returned to Kirkwall and took back his place as Knight-Captain of the Gallows. He carried a letter with the seal of the Commander of the Grey that described his mission in Jainen and the Deep Roads.
That was enough for Meredith to overlook his apparent desertion and restore his status, but she didn't seem to trust him like before: the Knight-Commander started seeking the help of the Champion of Kirkwall more frequently in the following months, even for matters that were - in theory - of Cullen's competence. All the more stranger, considering the Champion was a mage and a known apostate, and only his position and popular support had saved him from being locked up.
After the battle of Kirkwall, he held together the Circle and the city, and later joined the Inquisition as commander of the Inquisition army...

Eloise Surana never returned to the Circle, but her name appears in some documents of the Circle of Starkhaven in a list of outside-operating mages and war veterans. 
As she imagined, Cullen choose his duty over her, but they parted on amicable terms. A couple of years later, with the start of the Mage-Templar War, it didn’t matter anymore, but at the time she had disappeared, just like the Warden. 
Rumors have she had joined a Dalish clan in the Free Marches, others that she still travels with the Warden in a reformed company of the Hero of Ferelden...

The events that took place in Jainen, despite being witnessed just by one recruit, led to an internal debate between the Knight Commander and the First Enchanter in matters of security. 
The First Enchanter eventually kicked the templars out of the Circle, claiming that it was withing the rights granted by the royal decree that gave independence to the Circles in Ferelden.
The Knight commander traveled to Val Royeaux, to ask for the Seeker's help, but he was arrested by the Left Hand of the Divine for abusing his position. 
Because of the events that followed, the trial never took place. It seems that he is still imprisoned in Val Royeaux...

The strange new breed of darkspawn seemed to disappear from the woods of southern Ferelden. Not many people encountered them, and their appearance became nothing but a strange tale for taverns. The Brecilian forest returned to be as safe as it was before... which doesn't mean much.
As for Chatha, she disappeared into the depths of the Fade, perhaps she survived as a spirit, and maybe she still haunts the Warden's dreams...
Without Chatha blocking the way, the Darkspawn found the way to enter the isolated sections of the Deep Roads, following the song of the Old Gods and it’s only a matter of time before the cycle starts again...

...But these are tales yet to be told: ours, ended when Ewan banished Chatha into the Fade and our heroes got back to the surface to resume their lives.
As for Ewan and his friends, they adventure together still.

The End

In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 10
This is a revised version of the story - not all parts match the comic version as they were adapted to the events and lore revealed after Dragon Age: Awakening. As it is, it may contain spoilers, hints or references at subsequent plots like Dragon Age IIDragon Age: InquisitionDragon Age LegendsThe Stolen ThroneThe CallingThe Silent GroveThe Last CourtThe Masked Empire and The Last Flight.

Here is the last chapter of a revised version of my comic In Peace Vigilance in the form of novel. If you want to know how the story ends, I suggest you to read it, as while I plan to continue the comic version and adapt it to this revised narration, I really have no deadline for it. When it will be up, I'll probably do a massive upload of the whole story, but in the meantime I decided to deliver it in this format.

So, finally here we are. This is the conclusion of the story, and I have to tell you: it didn't change as much as I expected from the original version, though it had to adjust MANY little (and big) things here and there.

The main change I had to make was Ewan's strategy to break Chata's control, and let me tell you it changed MANY times before I settled for this outcome. The first version of the story had Chatha defeated by Mouse who dragged her into the Fade to feed on her soul, which was cheap, lore-breaking and made literally no-sense, so I rewrote it having Morrigan joining the fight in the Fade with Ewan in which both Flemeth and Kieran (Uther, at the time) interfered helping them defeating Chatha/Mouse who had blended. This also couldn't be: since DAI I knew it had to be either Morrigan OR Flemeth... and I choose the latter, to put some hint at the "dreams" and the "soul not forced upon the unwilling" (new) rule. At a certain point I also had a scared Kieran avoiding touching the father in fear of destroying both their souls, but Ewan did it all the same since Kieran was already an amalgama of his son's soul and Urthemiel, but I had to revise this idea in light of the fact that in DAI it's hinted that Kieran and Urthemiel's souls coexist in one body but are separate. This changed also the idea I had of Kieran's fade aspect, changing from an ever-shifting boy-man-dragon-hybrid to a boy wrapped in a dragon's form.

The funny thing is that the idea of the golden griffon's heart didn't come from Kieran's outfit in DAI, but it was always there, since I had the idea of Kieran entering the Fade to save his dad. In my head, it was the manifestation of the link between Kieran and Urthemiel, the very core of his origin: "The child will bear the taint" Morrigan said in Origin, but as far as we can see Kieran is not infected by the Blight (and neither was Uther in the original script). I believe there is an element at the core of the very being of the OGB that has him linked the two souls through his father's legacy, hence a golden Warden's crest.

This chapter features also my version of "I am the One"'s lyrics. I have had a lot of trouble to write that part, but the whole chapter (and its title) was conceived around this song. My doubt come from the major problem this song has: the lyrics are basically unknown and the ones that you can find online (the ones that start as "Heruamin lothirien"), are unsourced and feature words of dubious legitimacy and structure compared to known elvish. The english version we can hear in Inquisition is probably as a loose translation as "Nightingale eyes" is to "Leliana's Song/Captivity" (LS-DLC soundtrack), and the only "translated" verses appear in an interview to Aburey Ashburn as "The wind of change forces an order upon me/ and fate is rolling in without any sympathy" (that I decided to put as second verse with totally made-up elvish words that matched the phonetics... just like about half of the rest of the lyrics, but whatever...) and it is unclear if it's a first draft or the actual translation of a verse... in any case, "good" elvish or not, I decided to stick to the original concept: I liked the idea of Kieran tapping into the Old God's powers through singing, as the Calling is often referred as a "Song", and "I Am the One" is THE song of Dragon Age: Origins, the game that inspired this story. If you don't like it, sue me, but don't take it as a reference for the elven language. You've been warned.

Another thing that ever-changed during the writing and re-writing was the "Epilogue slideshow" and the characters that appear in the Epilogue itself. It is obvious that, here, it takes into accounts both DA2 and DAI events, but originally all four protagonists were there, with a Cullen that had left the templars (before DA2, following the "crazy-epilogue" route I originally took). After DA2 was out, I had already rewritten it without Cullen and with Hawke and Anders joining the group instead, but I discarded the idea even before DAI.
As for the "slideshow", originally Lily's fate was unkown, as instead of Jainen the epilogue mentioned the anulment of Aeonar stating that she disappeared before the templars came, while Cullen's story ended with his reinstatement into the Order in Kirkwall and the ending of DA2. The epilogue was also originally set AFTER DA2's ending, while now is to be considered IMMEDIATELY before: Zevran left for Kirkwall shortly after the encounter with Ewan, and Ewan... well, you'll see if I'll ever get to write the sequel: "Seekers of Truth". :)

But as I said, "these are tales yet to be told." For now, this is the end of the story as I originally conceived it. Thank you all for reading it, for your support and patience. And as Alessandro Mazoni wrote "If you liked this story, have some affection to the one who wrote it, and some to the ones who fixed it. But if instead we bored you, believe that it wasn't intentional."

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IX: Sins of the Mother
Jowan
“Are we there yet?”
“Just shut up.” Eloise growled. I sighed: for being our first experience in the Deep Roads -at least for three of us- we were holding it together well, but sometimes I felt the need to joke a bit, to loosen up... a need Eloise and Cullen did not share.
“That's weird.” Carver said, “I don't sense any darkspawn.”
“These are the roads, how can you possibly not sense any darkspawn?” Cullen asked with a frown.
“Creepy isn't it?” Anders joined in, “I sense something, but it's not a Darkspawn it's more like... a warden?”
Eloise looked at him alarmed: “You can sense Wardens? That's... a little too soon, isn't it?”
“Normally I don't.” Anders admitted, “All I know is I sense something, but I'm not sure of what it is... It's like darkspawn... abandoned this place. Look at the walls...” he pointed his glowing staff at
 

Special thanks to Wirls and Rowlina for proof reading and editing.
Cover image by ErasedCitizen2
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Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the BioWare's videogame "Dragon Age: Origins" and its sequels and expansions. 
The story was originally scripted as a comic before "Dragon Age: Asunder" and "Dragon Age: Redemption" were released, this is a rewriting of the story, but I tried to keep it as similar as the original, including scenes that were originally cut and modifying what I didn't like or what was proved wrong in the sequels. I played all the games and documented myself through the novels, the codex entries, the official comics and the Dragon Age Wiki, so if the comic explicitly contradicts some established lore it's because I decided it would fit the story better. If you intend to educate me on the True Dragon Age Lore, introduce yourself as David Gaider or save your keyboard.
All characters, except those not fitting the game belong to Bioware; their rendition is not to consider canon but a personal interpretation based on the work of the original writers. Aed Amell is a character created by emedeme and used with permission. All other characters are mine, based on BioWare's background for the player character.
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IX: Sins of the Mother

Jowan
“Are we there yet?”
“Just shut up.” Eloise growled. I sighed: for being our first experience in the Deep Roads -at least for three of us- we were holding it together well, but sometimes I felt the need to joke a bit, to loosen up... a need Eloise and Cullen did not share.
“That's weird.” Carver said, “I don't sense any darkspawn.”
“These are the roads, how can you possibly not sense any darkspawn?” Cullen asked with a frown.
“Creepy isn't it?” Anders joined in, “I sense something, but it's not a Darkspawn it's more like... a warden?”
Eloise looked at him alarmed: “You can sense Wardens? That's... a little too soon, isn't it?”
“Normally I don't.” Anders admitted, “All I know is I sense something, but I'm not sure of what it is... It's like darkspawn... abandoned this place. Look at the walls...” he pointed his glowing staff at the rocky surface of the cavern.
“What about them?” I watched closely and pointed out the only strange thing I could notice: “There's no moss or mould on them?”
“That would be normal under usual circumstances...” Anders smirked, “Because when darkspawn inhabit a cave, they spread the Blight, and the walls are usually covered with tainted filth and, black slime and aberrant mildew.”
I grimaced: “Lovely.”

Ewan
“What do you need me for?”
“Straight to the point... I like that.” she purred, “You're here to do your job, Warden. For centuries I tried to keep this section of the Roads safe, until the treacherous Bregan, an Orlesian Warden-Commander, betrayed the order during his Calling and revealed to the Architect the position of the Old Prisons... and with that information, the Architect managed to reach Urthemiel and unleash the Fifth Blight on this world... a Blight you ended. But two threats remain: Razikale, the dragon of Mystery, and Lusacan, the dragon of Night...”
I frowned: the Architect knew the location of the Old Prisons? But he wouldn't be as foolish as before, he wouldn't attempt the Joining with Razikale and Lusacan, seeing what had happened with Urthemiel... would he? I suddenly regretted having let him go.
“How do you know all this?” I demanded.
She giggled: “I am my mother's daughter.”
“That you are.” I crossed my arms, “And that's exactly why I don't trust you. Albeit helpful, Flemeth wouldn't do anything for the world that wouldn't get her some sort of... benefit.”
She smiled: “True. See, the benefit comes in the form of the Old God soul. I want to take advantage of your... peculiar situation. Tainted with a different kind of taint, immune to the song...”
“As was the Architect.” I noted, “and he failed, starting the last blight.”
“True. But you are also a Grey Warden. Should you corrupt the Old God, you would could kill it on the spot without letting the Old Song interfering.”
“There is two of them, though.”
“And there is two of us.” she smiled, “As I told you, thanks to my sister's little ritual, we are bonded. Wherever you are, I can channel the Old Soul into me and... sacrifice myself, freeing me from this blighted body, and leaving you with the possibility to kill the last Dragon.”
I nodded: it was true, Morrigan and I shared a bond of blood, and the fool I was, to not endanger her, I took her blood into me, and not the other way around, as she wanted.

It happened that night in Redcliffe, when she came to me offering the deal. I was hesitant at first, but I gave in, in the end: I had nothing to lose and everything to gain from the deal, and I agreed to sleep with her. When she drew the blade and pressed it to my arm, I stopped her.
What are you trying to do?”
It must be you to strike, but the Soul needs a link to follow to me. I need a drop of your blood in me to form it.”
No, it's too dangerous.” I reminded her, “I bear the taint.”
I have means to fight it...” she shrugged, “and besides, the child will bear it as well.”
I won't risk it.” I took the knife from her, and before she could protest I had pressed the blade on her finger, drawing a drop of blood. She looked at me surprised when I brought her hand to my lips and started sucking her fingers, her breathing becoming erratic...
Yes...” she huffed, her voice filled with lust, “That would work as well...”
Blood magic foreplay, who would have thought?

So that was how she found me, Still, it didn't ring completely true, but I decided to let it go for now. “And what if the Dragon is not corrupted?” I wondered, “It would still be an Old God...”
“Then the Old Soul would travel into the nearest Dragon.” she explained, “Just like the one of an Archdemon wopuld do to a darkspawn. Razikale and Lusacan will be reborn in a safe place, away from the deep roads, where darkspawn cannot reach them and corrupt them. The Old Powers will be preserved, albeit mutilated, as Mother taught us, and I will live with the comfort of having done this last task for her... and who knows? Maybe one day, with the knowledge of Urthemiel, Razikale and Lusacan, a way to revert our forms may be found.” she shifted her eyes to Tamlen, clearly appealing on his desperate wish of healing from his condition.
If that didn't backfire: “Liar!” Tamlen shouted, “Do not trust her, Warden, she speaks for the gods that conquered ours!
Her expression morphed into disgusted contempt: “Do not put the blame on the Old Gods for the deeds of the Dread Wolf, shemd'arillen.”
Tamlen gasped outraged. Whatever she called him, it mustn't have been nice.
“You spun a good story, Chatha. But Flemeth, for some reason, wanted an Old God soul, and now you seem to want the same thing. Why?”

Eloise
We followed Anders and Carver through the tunnels, expecting to be attacked any second, but nothing happened. The scary Deep Roads looked so... uneventful, so far.
We turned to a cave and exited in a large area: a field of rubble and decomposed filth was lying in front of us: it looked like a Dragon's nest, though I had never seen one, and I couldn't tell for sure.
“What is that?” anders asked pointing at the walls of the cavern.
I frowned: small glowing red rock formations were dotting the walls of the cave, it looked like Lyrium but... “I had never seen red lyrium.”
“Kirkwall's full of that shit.” Carver frowned, “Every other vein we found in our travels was red...” he turned to Anders when a thought stroke him: “The lyrium... the one Bartrand stole... was red, wasn't it?”
Anders hesitated for a second then nodded: “Yes, it was. What about it?”
“Didn't that idol drove him insane? Didn't he say... it sung?”
Anders frowned for a second then his eyes widened. I realized the same thing Carver was implying and shook my head: “Lyrium it's a rock. It can't be corrupted by the Blight, the taint infects only living beings.”
Anders didn't seem convinced with that: “Justice remembers the song of Lyrium... it does sing, but this Lyrium sings a different song...”
That got my attention: “Who's justice?”
Carver snickered: “You don't know? Anders' is an abomination. He took a spirit of Justice into him.”
Cullen and I stared at him appalled. The only one who didn't seem to care – or perhaps he already knew – was Jowan.
“So what?” he said, “I'm a maleficar, Cullen's a deserter and you...” he glared at me as a loss of words, “Well, you're you. We shouldn't judge him, Ewan trusts him and that's enough for me.” he stomped away towards a hole on the opposite side of the cave we were in. I didn't know how to take that, Jowan looked... troubled.
I jogged after him, Cullen following us close but keeping his distance as he wanted to give us some privacy.
“Are you all right?” I asked him.
“Spectacular.” he spat with bitter sarcasm, “My best friend – no, my brother – is somewhere here in the Deep Roads, probably with a mind set on sacrificing himself and we're bickering about the life of Lyrium and the abomination status of the Pidgeon.”
“Pidgeon?” I frowned.
“Ah, right, you hadn't join us yet, when Cullen told us.” he chuckled myrthlessly. He stopped and spun around to face me, “I don't give a crap about all this, Eloise, all I care now is to find Ewan and bring him to safety. I have spent too much of my life worrying about... msyelf...”
I followed his gaze past me and turned to see what he was looking at: right outside the cave, lied an Eluvian. It was dull and clearly shut, and it looked like it didn't belong here but dragged by clumsy hands and left lying there more for convenience than design, yet, it was a way to seek out help.
Jowan jogged to it, caressing the surface and murmuring words we heard from Ewan. He charged his hands and Channeled through the mirror, but the artifact didn't activate.
“Dammit!” he cursed. “Ma lin Mythal enansal! Open, for the...”
Enaste!” I corrected him, “I think he said something with enaste...”
“Right, favor, not blessing... Ma lin Mythal Enaste!
Nothing.
I sighed. “It must be broken... or your blood is not as favored as Ewan's by Mythal.”
Jowan bumped his forehead on the shining surface and drew in a ragged breath. “I am scared Eloise.”
“So am I.” I admitted.
“I have just found him again. I don't want to lose my brother another time.”
I nodded in understanding, and lowered my gaze politely, so I won't see him cry. The light had my gaze shoot up again, though: the mirror had started glowing and Jowan jerked away from it.
“It opened!” he breathed delighted.
“Who did you want to...?” I started to ask, but then a small figure darted out of the mirror followed by a woman with black hair and yellow eyes, wearing a purple woolen tunic and a black leather skirt and boots.
“Morrigan?”

Ewan
“Have you ever seen your son, Warden?” Chatha asked ever-smiling, her eyes studying the lyrium stalagmite as if she could see the future in it. “Isn't he... wonderful.”
I narrowed my eyes: “You know, I always thought Flemeth wanted a kid with an Old God's soul because he or she would have been the perfect host... But there's more to it, isn't it?”
She laughed in delight, and I finally got how crazy she was.
“I don't care about the Taint.” she grinned at me, “There is power in my blood... in our blood, and you could come to use it at its full potential... in time. You have already unlocked it.”
A tentacle slithered towards me caressing my cheeck. I jumped away drawing my weapon and eliciting another fit of laughter from her.
Then it hit me: “You... you don't want just the Old God's soul... you want it in me... and then...”
Do you really think that I haven't figured out how her magic works? That I didn't make it mine?
I gulped, taking a step back from her: “How can you even survive that?”
“You have no idea what I can survive to, Warden.”
“And what if I don't follow your plan?” I demanded, “As you said, I'm the only warden you can use. The only one with a bond of blood with Flemeth, the only one that drank Avernus' potion... what if I refuse to go kill the Dragons?”
She laughed again. Tamlen was more confused than ever.
I don't get it, what does she want.”
“She wants to become an Archdemon.” I explained, “She wants me to kill an Old God and keep its soul in me... then she wants to possess my body... and exploit its full potential.”
Her laughter intensified. Tamlen and I backed slowly away from her.
“I wondered what kind of person you'd be, Warden... I imagined that right: a self-centered brat, basking in his glory, ignoring who really let you get where you are right now...”
She hissed and her face split open, like the one of the Mother's did. Tentacles appeared out of nowhere, darting from behind the filthy rags and grabbed me and Tamlen, lifting us bodily from the dirt and pulling us to her face.
“You are an important pawn in my game, warden, but you're just a plan B... in plan A, you are nothing but bait.”
Bait? Does this mean...

Cullen
“Kieran!” Morrigan growled. “Come here now, young man!”
I didn't know what shocked me the most: seeing Morrigan here, having her son clinging to my armor or the way they acted as if it was perfectly normal to chase you own son through a magical mirror into the deep roads.
“He needs us!” Kieran yelled. I looked down at him, his eyes pelading, then I turned to Morrigan who was stalking towards me. I may be a trained templar and she might be an apostate, but I know better than putting myself between a mother and his cub voluntarily.
I rose my hands in surrender, as she was trying to catch her son, who was running around my skirt.
“Oh, for the love of... quit this tantrum, kid, and go back to the mirror!”
“Er...” Eloise ventured, “Hello, Morrigan, we didn't manage a proper introduction before, but I'm...”
“I don't care who you are.” Morrigan snapped at her, “I am here for my son.”
“And I am here for my father!” Kieran rebuffed somewhere around my hip. I grabbed him by his shirt, hoping that if we collaborate Morrigan might me easier to cooperate with.
“Where is Ewan.” she asked as she got hold of Kieran's wrist.
“He ditched us and entered the deep roads without us.” I explained, “We're trying to find him.”
She narrowed her eyes at me in a wordless reprimand, and then looked around, finally noticing where we were.
“Well...” she finally said, “It looks like you're in the right place. Good luck with that.”
“Wait!” Jowan interposed himself between them and the mirror, “Can't you help us? At all?”
“I could, but I would not endanger my son by exposing him to the deep roads.”
“He's Ewan's son too.” Jowan reminded her.
“Wait.” Carver and Anders had reached us following the commotion caused by the boy, “Is that Ewan's son? The one with the Old God's soul?”
Morrigan snapped her head at the Wardens, shifting her stance to defensive. “How do you know that?”
“Ewan's not exactly keeping it as a state secret you know...” Anders smirked, “at least with his friends.”
“But if he's the one, he must get away from here as soon as possible.” Carver's voice had a panicking note to it, “If he gets the Blight...”
I realized what he meant: “...He could turn Archdemon on us! He's right, I don't want a reprise of the Fifth Blight!”
“That's exactly...” Morrigan started, but the boy managed to wriggle out his his mother's grasp and ran along the cave. “KIERAN! COME HERE!”
“He's there!”

Ewan
...This way!
The echoes brought a chidish voice to the cave and Chatha laughed harder. “Oh, this is even better than I expected!” she flexed a tentacle and Tamled let out a gargling shout as black blood pured out of his mouth. I watched in horror as the unfortunate elf bled to death.
“A sacrifice.” she explained, her voice calm and her eyes crazier than ever, “For what's to come...”
“How am I bait?” I asked.
“There is two Gods, two souls...” she explained with a smile, “If you could lure Morrigan here, we could have been together... you, me and our son, a nice divine dragon family... but it sounds like the boy is here... that's even better than I imagined... I shouldn't even go looking for those dragons, darkspawn can have them...”
That's it. She may try to posses me how much she wants, but she will not have my son. I placed my hand upon her tentacle and cast a Fire Burst. She shrieked in pain as she jerked the offended appendix sending me flying through the room.
“You will pay for that, Warden!” she cried, “Daughters! To me!”
Morrilocks appeared from every crack and shaded niche in the cave, crawling, clawing their way to me. One of them approached Chatha and I saw them glow red for a moment. Chatha fell still, folding on herself, as the Morrilock turned to us laughing.
Did she just...?
Kieran barged into the cave only to find himself surrounded. He stopped so fast his feet slipped on the mossy ground and he fell on his butt, Morrilocks slithering to him. I let out a growl and started slashing my swords at them, trying to open a path to my son, that was now wrapped in a shimmering force field.
Seconds later, Morrigan, Jowan, Cullen and Eloise emerged from the darkness.
“Ewan!” Eloise called as she cast a bolt at a Morrilock near me.
“What are you doing here?” I shouted, “I left you on the surface for a reason!”
“Well, sue us!” Jowan laughed as he paralyzed another darkspawn so Cullen could slash at it.
“As for me, your son is a pain in the ass!” Morrigan growled as she drew a glyph with her staff that was crossed by three Morrilocks. As soon as they passed through the enchantment, they fell on the ground dead. “And you said these things looked like me?” she demanded outraged.
“You're definitely prettier.” I rapidly spun on myself cutting limbs and heads with my sword, “How did you get here though? You didn't know where the entrance was...”
“We did.” I turned to see Anders and Carver fighting their way through the creatures.
“And where did you come from?” I groaned, slashing again at the creatures attacking me.
“You never sent those samples to Ansburg and the Commander sent me buggering you.” Carver laughed as he swung his greatsword through the mob.
“And we got a message from Velanna at Vigil's, telling us about these new 'spawns...” Anders continued, “so we both thought to check on you.”
Just as my luck is. One moment I'm alone facing death, the next I'm surrounded by friends and allies saving my rear. I don't know if this makes me feel like a sort of Maker's protege or the butt of His divine jokes. As my friend dealt with Chatha's breed, I turned to face her.
The broodmother was... like petrified, her body devoid of color and cracking, dissolving into ash and dust, as if being deprived of the soul had suddenly fossilized it. One solitary Morrilock stalked towards me.
“At last, what I craved, yearned for all these years...” the Morrilock hissed, with Chatha's voice. I gulped down my surprise: she told me she could do it, but one thing is believing, one thing is actually seeing. “Warden, Sister, Old God... where do I start? Who should I choose? Are there any volunteers?”
I glanced behind me: the Force Field around Kieran had faltered, but he was now defended by Jowan and Eloise. Morrigan had fought her way through the horde and was right behind me.
“Chatha, I presume.” she deadpanned.
The creature smiled, skin cracking and one of the bandages covering the eyes falling, revealing a single glowing iris lunged in the darkness of a black orbit.
“So, sister... you escaped Mother's grasp only to fall into mine? Or are you here to offer your own son to me?”
“When Fade makes sense.” she charged raw magic in her palms, ready to strike at the sister but Chatha was faster, and extending her grasp past us, she pulled Kieran out of the battlefield and right into her arms, a move I've seen only Revenants do.
We both stilled: the creature shielding herself with our son had us frozen in both rage and terror.
“Let him go.” I hissed.
“What do you offer?” she retorted.
“A quick painless death.” Morrigan growled. “Let go of my son or I swear there will be not enough of you left to fill a phylactery.”
“Let her try.” Kieran said, a smirk on his face, “Let her reap what she sows, she's in for a nice surprise.”
“Am I?” Chatha twisted her fist into Kieran's shirt lifting him off the ground. If that didn't struck a nerve! She glared at him, fury in her eye: “What do you know about what I sow, little beast? What do you know about what I want?”
“Nothing, which is exactly what you know.” woah, the kid had nerve, “You wish and seek, and plot in the shadows and you don't even know what you're really after.”
Chatha roared furiously tossing Kieran away as he didn't weight more than a rag doll. I gasped outraged as Morrigan took the opening to pounce at the creature, shifting mid-air into a giant spider. I rushed to my son, checking on him but he was apparently unhurt. What worried me were open woulds where the Blight could have entered his body and infect him: I already killed an Archdemon, I didn't want to repeat the process with my son.
“I mean it, father, let her try.” he whispered frantically, “She'll be vulnerable, I can take her...”
“Are you crazy? I won't use you as bait...”
“She can try, but she can't have me.”
“What if she does?”
“She doesn't know what she asks for, but I do. If she tries to possess me, she'll be destroyed, but if she tries that with anyone but me, you'll die.”
I turned to see the status of the battle. All darkspawn were dead or dying, the Wardens and Cullen checking on them to find survivors, the mages ready to strike in support of the fight of the giant spider against the Morrilock-Chatha.
Morrigan was clearly winning, but something had her jump back and shift into her human form, staff ready in a defensive stance. Chatha melt into a puddle of black goo, and from it tentacles emerged, like a rage demon crawling out of the ground. In a few seconds the broodmother was back.
I gaped at the scene, and my eyes flew to the other broodmother's body that was lying at the end of the cave and was now little more than a pile of dust. Is this what the Ander soldiers witnessed when they slew Dumat in the Anderfels for the first time?
The revolting mass of flesh and tentacles shook and swung its appendixes around the cave, making us all back away from her. Her eyes fixated on Morrigan.
“See, sister? I can make their bodies mine, but as long as I enter the blighted, Blight is what I get.”
“How can you even do that?” Morrigan shivered, “That's an Archdemon's power.”
“This is the power of a strong soul that doesn't hold back!” she roared and turned to Kieran. “What say you, son? Want to be a dragon?”
“I'm not a dragon.” Kieran retorted. “You're toying with things you don't understand, leave it be before it's too late.”
She grinned and the world stilled. I could see the creature's eyes glowing red, and then the whole body started shaking like she was about to crack open. I recognized the magic, I had glimpsed at it minutes before, but now my attention was completely focused on it, registering every detail: the sizzling aura enfolding Chatha pouring out of every disgusting pore of her rotten body, the shade of what she once was and deep down truly is flashing in front of her turned face, a string of energy, cracking and sizzling through the cave right into Kieran's eyes and my son's smug grin of satisfaction, as Chatha had fallen into his trap, not the other way around.
I didn't think about his words before, I didn't think at all. Chatha was about to possess my son, take away his being. Stealing his power was the least of my concerns. I didn't care about the Old Soul, I cared only about Kieran.
I launched myself between the two of them just as a glowing sphere of bubbling spiritual energy soared through the cave. Morrigan's mouth open in a mute cry of desperation, Cullen and Carver launching themselves against the broodmother a second too late, Anders and Jowan frozen in shock, Eloise drawing a glyph that she will never complete in time with her staff... I took all in, as Chatha's spirit, or soul, or will, hit me straight in the chest.
My body burned from the inside, a strangely familiar sensation I had felt only once in my life when I plunged my sword into Urhemiel's head. I closed my eyes and accepted the invasion, the pain, the sacrifice due to save the son I had never known.
As I fell into darkness, I sent out a prayer to whatever power was listening.
Please, take care of Kieran.

In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 9
This is a revised version of the story - not all parts match the comic version as they were adapted to the events and lore revealed after Dragon Age: Awakening. As it is, it may contain spoilers, hints or references at subsequent plots like Dragon Age IIDragon Age: InquisitionDragon Age LegendsThe Stolen ThroneThe CallingThe Silent GroveThe Last CourtThe Masked Empire and The Last Flight.

Here is the ninth chapter of a revised version of my comic In Peace Vigilance in the form of novel. If you want to know how the story ends, I suggest you to read it, as while I plan to continue the comic version and adapt it to this revised narration, I really have no deadline for it. When it will be up, I'll probably do a massive upload of the whole story, but in the meantime I decided to deliver it in this format.
We finally have reached the unpublished part of the story. You may notice why I stopped drawing the comic before getting stuck in a balance of drawing/rewriting: in this part there are so much elements that had to be tweaked in the light of DAI (mostly "The Final Piece" quest) and -since Morrigan and Kieran are re-appearing- of the rewriting of Chapter 6. The bigges changes though, come from the decision I already made in the comic to put Carver in the final party instead of Alistair (that was there in the first version of the script) and that needed to cut out many interactions between him and Anders, him and Morrigan and him and Kieran. The main elements of the original story, though, are there, and no major changes were made to the plot, so you could say this is more or less what you would have seen had I kept publishing the comic.

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The story was originally scripted as a comic before "Dragon Age: Asunder" and "Dragon Age: Redemption" were released, this is a rewriting of the story, but I tried to keep it as similar as the original, including scenes that were originally cut and modifying what I didn't like or what was proved wrong in the sequels. I played all the games and documented myself through the novels, the codex entries, the official comics and the Dragon Age Wiki, so if the comic explicitly contradicts some established lore it's because I decided it would fit the story better. If you intend to educate me on the True Dragon Age Lore, introduce yourself as David Gaider or save your keyboard.
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VIII: The Shadows Where We Stand

Eloise
“Ok, now let me get this straight...” I breathed, trying to remain calm, “We learned from that creepy son of yours that one of Flemet's daughters – Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds from the legends who is apparently also your son's grandmother – is a two-ages old sentient broodmother abomination, who has produced an army of shape-shifting emissaries (including one in dragon form) to lure you into the Deep Roads, Maker knows why. And you want to actually go there? Alone?” I sighed shaking my head: “That lyrium wound must have burned your brain worse than we assumed at first, Ewan, you should see a proper healer, not Jowan here.”
Ewan just stared into the fire. We had traveled south for almost a week and now we had set camp by the edge of the forest, south of the Bannorn of Calon, only bogs and marshes separating us from the Korcari Wilds. We were heading to a relatively recently opened passage to the Deep Roads the Warden Scouts had discovered, when he dropped the bomb.
“This is too big for you, Eloise.” he said eventually, “I can't ask you to come with me, you're not Wardens, the Deep Roads are too dangerous for you.”
“You could have told us a week ago, when we left Jainen.” Jowan murmured. “You want us to come with you.”
“This is not your Calling, Ewan, you don't have to do this alone.” I insisted.
“I can't ask you, this Ellie.” he sighed. “You don't know how it is down there, you don't know... what I will have to face, and I don't want to put you in harm's way for something I should do alone. You could be killed. You could get infected by the Blight. You have no means to sense darkspawn...”
“Neither do you.” I objected.
“But at least I can sense Chatha's spawns.”
“You think you're gonna die down there, don't you?”
He looked at me for the first time since this discussion begun then nodded: “It is a possibility.”
We all started talking at the same time.
“And you would give yourself up? Like this? You're not going...”
“All the more reason to bring us with you! I'm not leaving...”
“You sound like you're giving up, I won't allow you to...”
“SHUT UP!” he shouted. We all looked at him, jaw clenched. For a moment I wondered what happened to our Ewan, to the fun-loving, sassy, incorrigible Ewan... what did the Blight do to him? What did the Wardens do to him?
“That's better.” his smirk didn't quite get past his cheeckbones, “As I said, this is a warden's duty. And as a warden, it is my primary concern to keep you safe. I don't care what happens to me, but I couldn't live if any of you gets hurt... or worse.”
“Then what are we doing here?” I asked. “As Jowan said, you could have left us in Jainen, or in West Hill, or in Redcliffe. You don't want us to go away yet, you need our help.”
He lowered his gaze ashamed: “Or maybe I just needed your support. You don't know what are the Deep Roads like, Eloise. They're not only dangerous, to me, they're the tomb I dug myself when I drank from the Joining Chalice, the place where I'm dragged by the nightmares, heralds of the Calling, and the only thing I can look forward when I think of the future.” he sucked in a breath, “I would never ask you such a thing.”
We all looked at him with a mixture of pity and understanding. It wasn't easy for him, and we all knew Ewan well enough to know he always took at heart the necessity to put up a front, to live by the others' expectations. That was as close as he'll ever be to admit the Hero of Ferelden was scared shitless and wanted us to hold his hand while we accompanied him to his doom.
“You aren't asking, Ewan.” I said eventually, “We are offering. We are a team, we won't let you down and you can't leave us behind.”
“That's foolish.” he shook his head, “I can't let you...”
“Oh, for the Maker's sake!” Cullen grunted, “She is right, Ewan and you know it. None of us is looking forward to it, but we won't let you go alone!”
“That's right.” Jowan nodded, “We faced too many things together to abandon you now.”
He looked at us, his eyes glistening from unshed tears before lowering his head again, shaking it. “I must be out of my mind...” he sighed and grabbed a map from his backpack.
We all smiled, knowing we had won a battle, but he may still need some convincing later, when we get there. For now, at least, he was explaining us his plan.
“We'll enter the roads here, in the Korcari Wilds.” he pointed at a place on the map, “West of the Fallow Mire. It's a no-man's land, no Chasind tribe controls it.”
“Why there?” I asked. Orzammar was definitely closer to Jainen, if we had to get to the Roads, if he wanted to enter that south it meant he already had an idea on where Chatha's lair was.
“The Korcari Wilds are the home of Flemeth.” he explained, “And while this is a recently opened passage, I have the suspect she entered the Roads in this area, in Gwaren perhaps.”
I frowned: “Who says she didn't go further away before going underground? It doesn't make much sense...”
He bit his lips pondering: “Because that's where the Blight began.”
“I'm sorry you lost me there.”
“I... I have a theory.” he breathed looking at us like he did when he came up with a silly theory about magic or a “proof” of Gregoir and Enchanter Wynne being lovers. “All right, Blights don't come to pass at set times, right? But history tells us that usually they happen every... two hunderd years from the end of the previous one. Give or take...”
We looked at each other: was it true? Cullen seemed to object for a moment then he stopped and admitted: “Yes, it's a stretch but usually in that time window... if it weren't for the Fifth Blight...”
Exactly.” Ewan lifted on his knees and started gesticulate like an Antivan, a habit he had when he was excited for as long as I remembered, “Urthemiel appeared about four ages since the battle of Ayesleight, and who did find him? The Architect: a sentient darkspawn cut off from the Calling, unable to feel the Song...”
“Just like the one we're looking for.” I understood what he meant. “This Architect... is he related to Chatha?”
He shook his head: “No. According to what Anders said, I think he's one of the Seven Magisters, the First Darkspawn who entered the Black City. He's too similar to that Corypheus guy locked up in the Vimmark, and I think he was who he claimed he was.”
I don't know what was the creepiest: the notion at least one of the First Darkspawn was still on the loose or the fact that Ewan mentioned it so... lightly.
“You'd think after a thousand years your people would have killed the first darkspawn...” I noted.
He rolled his eyes: “My point is... something kept the darkspawn from finding the Old Prison, not only Urthemiel's but also Razikale's and Lusacan's. Something must dampen the song, keeping a section of the Roads isolated...”
“...Which could be likely the presence of another darkspawn breed. This makes sense.” I admitted.
“If you are right, though...” Jowan noted, “that section may also host the Prisons of the remaining two Old Gods...”
“I think so, but... well, it's irrelevant right?” Ewan shrugged, “No one knows where they are.”
“But you do.” I frowned, “The Grey Wardens know the locations of the Old Prisons, and Warden Commanders are supposed to know them.”
He stared at me with genuine surprise: “Really?”
“Yes... At least, according to Avernus.”
“Well, apparently this Warden Commander doesn't share the secret.” he huffed in a mix of anger and disappointment, “Serves me right to kill an Archdemon and not die, apparently.” he threw a stick in the fire.
Silence fell. Apparently living as the Hero of Ferelden didn't do much for his reputation among the Wardens themselves... he did cheat death, but this didn't do any good in a order who values sacrifice above everything... I remembered the story of Grand Enchanter Fiona and how she was cast out of the order twenty-odds years ago, a Warden getting free of the Calling, the only known being to heal from the Blight... and how the Wardens had sent her back to the Circle with not much of a “Thank you”. I wondered if Ewan would have the same fate, and if his weapons and armor would ever find place in the mausoleum of Weissaupt... to them, Garahel was still the greatest hero, even if Ewan had done the same things in a tenth of the time and without getting an entire species extinct in the process.
“There is one thing I don't get out of this, though...” I tried to change the subject.
“Just the one?” he jested.
“Well... what does Chatha want? Why did she send her brood after you?”
“She may have wanted to put the blame on Flemeth or Morrigan...” Jowan offered, “So Ewan would have chased them... Revenge.”
“Why now? Why after all this time?”
“It is the first Blight of her life...” Cullen said, “And the first Flemeth did something about it. There are no mentions of Garahel in Ferelden or him meeting Witches of the Wilds... perhaps she... grasped at the occasion? I mean, she's a darkspawn and Ewan's a Warden...”
“Perhaps she wants to die.” Ewan ventured.
We all went silent for a moment. We had assumed Chatha was the “bad guy”, but what did she actually do? She got our attention. And Flemeth's, apparently. If Ewan's theory was correct, she may have given us four ages of peace, postponing the Fifth Blight for two-hundred years... and now she had failed, and she couldn't keep the remaining two Prisons safe... what would you wish if the only good you can do is lost? Wouldn't you wish... to die? Is that what she was after?
I shook the grim thought off me and yawned: “I think I'll retire for the night, I'm beat...”
“Eloise...” Cullen stood with me, “Can... can we talk?”
That surprised me: “Uh? Sure...”

Jowan
I watched them getting away from the fire, out of earshot, they thought, but I could still hear them just fine. I didn't like how they acted, they were... tense. Something has changed between them since Jainen: Eloise was less teasing and more warm towards Cullen, but a the same time he was more embarrassed than he ever was around her. That mysterious “kiss” they shared in the Crossroads had tipped the balance of their relationship, and it drove me insane not to know how.
“What's happening between the two of them?” I asked Ewan.
He looked at me like I was a giant purple nug: “Seriously, Jowan... do I need to spell it out for you?”
“You might as well...” I grumbled trying to eavesdrop their conversation.
“Well I...” Cullen was saying, “We didn't really talked about what happened in the Crossroads...”
“Why, was there something to talk about?” she chuckled.
“Uhym.. well, right, I know this might not be the best time, but...” oh for the Maker's love, get to the point blithering idiot! “See, you may pretend nothing happened between us, that day, but I... I really... I mean...”
I turned around to glare at him, his stammering was getting to my nerves when I saw her hand sneaking at his collar, grabbing it and pulling him down for a kiss.
A kiss. She was kissing him. With tongue. Lots of it.
My eyes widened in surprise, and not the good kind. This couldn't be happening! Eloise kissing the Red Bucket? She wouldn't! It wasn't him she had a crush on since forever, it was...
...me.
And I never returned her crush, so she had forgotten me. And I broke her heart with my insensitivity and she hated me. And I proved herself I was an idiot with the Blood Magic thing, and she forgot about me altogether.
“See?” Ewan ribbed me, pretending not to look at them too.
“Do you want to join in my tent tonight?” she asked him releasing his lips.
“What?” he asked surprised.
“What's strange about it? I want to spend the night with you.”
Oh, come on! Don't templars take chastity vows? Yes, I know he didn't, but she doesn't!
“Oh, but... I... Eloise...” he stuttered, “Imatemplaryouramageitsforbiddenandweshouldnt...”
Oh, right, the “I get it off my chest so fast you can't make two words out of what I'm saying” cliché... that's just pityful, could someone put him out of his misery, please...
“Oh, wait, I get it...” she giggled (GIGGLED!), “You see me as a pure and virginal Andraste, only to worship with prayers and courtesy...”
“Uh... well... maybe?” Ugh, he even admits it. Pathetic.
She slapped a hand on his rear grabbing a chunk o his ass and pulling him close to her “Then be my Archon Hessarian and thrust your Sword of Mercy deep inside me!”
Oh. My.
“OH, Maker YES! Ehm, I mean...” I lost his last stuttering as she dragged him into her tent.
Ewan chuckled: “I was just wondering what took them so long. It was about time.”
I ignored him. I couldn't tear my eyes apart of them, I was frozen in surprise, disgust and...
Not jealousy. I was past jealous. I knew now: what I was feeling was... regret.
I should have known. I should have understand sooner. I could have let our relationship grow instead of letting envy get the best of me. Hadn't I sought power to best my friends, I wouldn't have dabbed in blood magic, and I wouldn't have been set for Tranquility, so I wouldn't have tried to escape with Lily. I wouldn't have made plans with her, I wouldn't have fooled myself into thinking I loved her when what I was really after – what we both were really after, I realized now – was freedom. We didn't love each other, not the undying love that conquers all. She proved it to me when she rejected me after my stunt with blood magic, and I proved it to her by running away instead of staying and facing my punishment. I threw it all to the crapper because all I thought about was myself and nothing more, not my friends, not my supposed-love, but just me.
“I can't believe it.” I whispered.
“So... it's true.”
I turned to Ewan. He was leaning his head on his hands, I hadn't seen the way he looked at me, that smile, since we were fifteen and we spent nights together on the moonlit roof of the alchemy lab talking about “deep things”.
“One does not really realize how much he loves someone until he loses her.” he said.
“What are you implying?” I scoffed, “I'm just concerned about her, he's... she's... he's a templar, for crying out loud!”
“Oh, come on Jowan...” his knowing smile didn't reach his eyes. I realized it seldom did, now, another thing to chalk under the endless list of my fault “I've seen that look before, you're jealous. And you're regretting your choices in life, wallowing in self-loathing.”
I stared into the fire without answering. I felt his arm open and pulling me to lean against him, my head resting on his shoulder.
“We grew up together,” he whispered in my hair, “we know each other deeply, Maker knows you and Ellie are as much siblings to me as Aed is... but this doesn't mean that we can't feel something else for each other... though we realize that only when it's too late.”
“Perhaps you're right.” I sighed.
“Don't lie to yourself... that leads nowhere.” I felt him press his lips to my forehead. A foolish notion crossed my mind and I tensed: was Ewan...? Silly me, the answer was clear in front of me. Ewan loved me, but he wasn't in love with me. Not really. We were more than friends, maybe less than brothers, but not lovers. I didn't have a word for that, but I didn't care. I just took the comfort he was offering me, sitting together in front of the dying fire.

Cullen
The sun light filtering through the tent's lids cracked open my eyes. I felt Eloise leaning on my naked chest, moaning as she woke up.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
She lift her head looking at me with a mischievous smile: “Good morning yourself. So... weren't you supposed to be struck by a lighting by now?”
“After last night, I honestly don't care.” I smiled at her. I haven't felt so good, so relaxed since... I don't know. We had shut the world outside of this tent, and we were basking in the afterglow. She snuggled a little coser to me, if that was possible and I hoped we had a few more moments together before it barged in... which of course did right now in the form of Maleficar Master Moron who spread open the lids in panick.
“ELOISE! CULLEN! WAKE UP! HURRY!”
We gaped at him in shock and he must have realized then that we were both naked. He blushed an murmured an embarrassed apology... What did he think we did in here tonight, played Wicked Grace?
“You better have a very good reason for this.” Eloise growled covering her chest.
“And you have exactly five seconds to share it before I smite your sorry ass.” I joined her.
“One's enough...” he said before turning, “Ewan is gone.”
“WHAT?” we exclaimed at the unison. Eloise was faster, gathering her robe and pulling it over her head, she was out before I could find my pants and calling out Ewan's name in the wilderness. I sighed and started dressing, I wanted to just put my pants and on and join the search, but the cool air of the Korcari morning had me change my mind: at the very least I needed boots and shirt if I didn't want to freeze to that. I gathered also Ellie's corset and shoes, which I handed her when I got out and she was stomping around the camp in frustrated anger.
“Dammit!” she was yelling at Jowan, “You knew he wanted to go alone, you were supposed to keep an eye on him!”
“Oh really?” she rebuffed arms crossed, “And since when he's my responsibility?”
“Since you and him are best buddies.” I said.
He turned to me and hissed with anger: “Just because the two of you were having some bow-wow-chica-wow-fun time, I wasn't supposed to do anything. I'm not his keeper!”
...Bow-what?
“Jowan, you were here...”
“So what? I should have watched over him all night long by myself? I fell asleep, ok? It happens to me sometimes, specially during the night.”
I was about to respond to that but I had ran out of arguments. He was right, if we wanted to keep an eye on him we should have made turns through the night... instead, we gave into our selfish needs and left Jowan alone with him... and, apparently, the minute he fell asleep...
“We didn't take too seriously his wish to enter the Roads alone.” I admitted, “We knew deep down he wanted us with him, and didn't think he might gather the courage to leave us here...”
Jowan sniffed, “We forgot he ended a Blight, apparently: even if he knew the final blow wouldn't have killed him, he still fought an Archdemon. Afraid he may be, but he's no coward.”
I shook my head, cursing myself ten times over for not having considered the situation... this, this is why you shouldn't sleep with mages, it distracts you, makes you fail your charges... Ewan might not be in the Circle, but he was still a Circle mage, and I was sworn to protect him from the dangers of magic as much as the other innocents. I did fail him.
“He told us his plans, however, we can follow him.” I ventured.
“Oh, can we?” Jowan snorted, “I hope you have a better memory than mine, then, because he took the map with him and I don't have the faintest idea on how to find that passage to the Deep Roads.”
“Not to mention entering it without a Warden is...” Eloise stopped mid sentence, kneeling by the cold embers of the campfire to pick something up. “...suicide.” she completed absent-mindedly as she turned a burned piece of parchment on which we could see words scribbled in an elegant handwriting.
“What is that?” I asked.
“...with the guildmaster. Or should I kill him?” she read aloud, “What the Fade is this?”
Jowan's eyes widened in terror: “The gui- that's Zevran's letter!”
“He- he burned it?” I realized what it meant, but it was Eloise to say it out loud.
“He wasn't afraid to die down there.” she said, “That's exactly his plan. He's gone to his Calling...”

Ewan
The Deep Roads. The only certainty of a Warden's future. The words Alistair recited during the Joining haunted me:

Join us, brothers and sisters. 
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. 
Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn. 
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten. 
And that one day we shall join you. 

The day had come. I may not hear the Old Song, but I was clearly answering a Calling, perhaps the only Calling I would answer since Avernus' concoction cut me off of it. That brought a smile to my face: my brothers shouldn't have worried so much of me cheating death, I was Joining them.
My swords were ready, Vigilance casting light from the flames that coated the blade and Starfang providing the additional glow of starmetal, cutting the darkness as a torch. I wondered if they would make replicas for my mausoleum at Weisshaupt, if they would even think I deserve it, that is... I left my staff in Vigil's Keep, probably I would be remembered as a mage, not as an Arcane Warrior, and that was fine with me: only one other mage ended the Blight and he was a Tevinter. Young mages needed a hero who wasn't marked by the Imperium's infamy.
Fool that I was: I was no Garahel! I was no Corin! I had a too long life after my victory, that doesn't make legend material. I was probably destined to oblivion like the poor sod who struck down Dumat, buried in a mass grave with all their comrades, no account remembering their name because it was impossible to identify them at the end of the Battle of the Silent Plains. I was just the Hero of Ferelden, a Dog-Lord celebrity that made through the least inspiring Blight ever. Even Kirkwall, my homeland, will likely not remember my name.
Bitterness filled me: I was letting Mouse do the talking. My pride, my weakness... I foolish thought occurred to me: why not? It might as well get lucky before the end: if I am to die here, I'll give it a present and die an abomination... It would be a nice prank, to give it what he craved me since my Harrowing and leave to it to fight all the darkspawn here...
...if not for the fact that there were no darkspawn.
I couldn't sense them, and that was normal, but no one attacked me since I entered the Roads either. The theory of the “isolated section” was more and more convincing, even after the Thaw, this place should have been filled with corruption and hissing monsters, but it was abandoned.
The only tainted being I met was an Orlesian Warden who was minutes to turn into a ghoul. He sought fight, a heroic death, and he found nothing. I gave him a quick death, knowing there was nothing else I could do to him.
I hate this place, always did since the first time I got there to reach the Aeducan Thaig on behalf of that shady scoundrel of Bhelen's second. This is, however, a part of the Roads I have never seen before. I am not far from the Ortan Thaig, but this tunnels have a different structure from the ones I saw... I recalled we found passages, when we traveled to the Dead Trenches following Branka's trail, that looked... weird. Alistair wanted to explore them, but we had little time and we have to save it for finding Branka – fat good that did – and we promised to return here and explore them later... but we never did. Apparently “later” was now.
This wasn't a dwarven road, however. It was clearly a Darkspawn-made tunnel, a secondary passage. And I sensed her, just like I sensed the “Archdemon”. She's singing, but I doubt this is the song the other Wardens hear.
I wished I wasn't alone in this, that I could seek comfort in Eloise's knowledge, in Jowan's support, in Cullen's faith... but I couldn't risk their lives for my selfish cowardice. They had found purpose again, balance, love even... They have too much to lose, I had nothing left but my duty.
I couldn't let them throw away their lives for me. It wouldn't be-
A shriek snapped me out of my reveries: I spun around to find two glowing eyes focused on me in the dark. It seemed the Morrilocks weren't the only darkspawn breed down there.
I had less than a second to rise my swords before the creature jumped me: it was a slouchy figure, halfway through a ghoul and a shriek. My eyes registered the faint trace of dalish vallaslins on the almost mummified skin of its face before he sank his teeth in my shoulder.
Served me right for lowering my guard: venturing the Deep Roads without sensing darkspawn... that's just great! Mighty Grey Warden Powers my ass. What a bummer!
I cried in pain and spun hitting the ghoul/shirek with the hilt of my sword. It shrugged it off me but I didn't do it actually much damage, still he cowered on the ground shrieking in pain and rolling his face in the dirt.
I watched in horrified disgust. “Stay put boy, I'll try to be quick.” I murmured as I lifted my sword, when the gargling sounds of the creature became a proper word.
Haalp.”
What? I froze. Maker knows any Warden would have kicked me into the next age for that but I actually stopped from killing it. I watched in horror, and listened, trying to understand if it was wishful thinking on my part or it really did talk.
Haalp meeh...
Shit. “You... you talk?” I asked. Talking darkspawn were not a good sign. They were Alphas. Or Emissaries. Or Ancient Darkspawn. This, however didn't look like any of it, this was...
The creature's eyes lifted to mine, they didn't glow anymore, there was... intelligence in them, as it woke up from a nightmare, and terror, as it realized the nightmare was real.
The pain of the bite in my shoulder made me wince, but I kept my swords trained at... him...
The bite. Shit.
I took inspiration in the Warden's Joining, had said the Architect.
Your blood is, yet, different, had said Eloise.
A mage is needed for the Joining, since other than darkspawn blood and a drop of the Archdemon's power, it needs Fade-touched lyrium, had explained me Senechal Varel, finally revealing me how the Joining is made.
Tainted blood. Tainted blood and a drop of Archdemon power. Tainted blood of a Warden who killed an Archdemon and lingering lyrum dust from the Crossroads flowing in it.
Shit. I had Joined him.

Eloise
I ripped away our camp stuffing the shit in our backpacks furiously. So long for containing my anger, I was living fury by now.
“Ellie, calm down!” Cullen tried to stop me for snapping in two the tent's poles who didn't know when to stop bitching and fit in their bag as they were supposed to.
“There's nothing we can do anyway, not without help.” Jowan whined.
“I won't calm down!” I growled, “We must find him!”
“We barely know the general area where the entrance is,” Cullen remarked, “and it's suicide to enter the Deep Roads without a Grey Warden!”
“And that's exactly why he left us alone!” I kicked a stone several yards away. “He thinks we are not good enough for this, I'll prove him wrong!”
“I think he believes we've got too much to lose...” Jowan countered. “And that there are no ways to make this survivable for us.”
“That's bullshit.” I hissed. “We should-” I froze as I realized we weren't alone: Anders the Escapist, of all people, and another man with a heavy Grey Warden armor were looking at us from the trees. Their scowl didn't bode well.
“Anders? Hawke?” Cullen exclaimed surprised. “What are you doing here?”
Hawke? “I didn't know the Champion of Kirkwall was a warden...” I whispered to him.
“I'm his brother.” the Warden replied, clearly having heard me, “Warden Carver Hawke.”
“Where is commander Amell?” Anders demanded to know.
“We'd like to know this too.” I answered, “He ditched us.”
“Interesting.” Anders glared at us, “But see, you'd better give us more than that: we are tracking you around the country since we received word from a friend back from the death and her Dalish clan that he was investigating over a new darkspawn breed, and he was going to Jainen... in Jainen they told us he left and that a templar and two mages were accompanying him... now, what I'd like to know is why he was with the Knight-Captain of the Gallows, a known wanted maleficar and Miss Stick-In-The-Mud, who normally would tear each-others' throats apart... so my final question now is... what is going on?”

Ewan
It was foolish, crazy, totally unresonable and -at the very least- unsanitary, but I held the ghoul through the whole process. I rocked him, trying to soothe him and ease the transition, Maker knows I'd like someone to do that during my joining and at least I was a bit more mentally prepared.
“What is your name?” I asked him, trying to asses his mental status.
Thar.. Tahn...
“Tahn? Is that your name?”
Difficult... talk...
“Don't worry it's ok...”
Tan... Tameh...
A memory flashed in my mind from years ago: “Tamlen?” I asked surprised.
Yesh.”
“You... you are the hunter from the Sabrae clan! The one who went missing when you and Mahariel found the Eluvian...”
That shook him: “Lethalin... Where...?
“I- I'm sorry Tamlen, he...” I sighed, “He died for the taint. The Grey Wardens could have saved him, but... he refused to leave the clan.” I didn't tell him Mahariel refused the Joining because he didn't give up searching for him. He was already upset as he was.
Duncan had told me his story, and later Ariane confirmed Mahariel's death... but how had Tamlen got here? He must have traveled through an Eluvian, and this meant...
“You got here through the mirror. Where is it?”
Corrothed... Blight'd... Monstr thurtur'd me, took me blood... Pale... mask'd mage... study me...
Pale masked mage? “The Architect?”
They call... father...
Yep. That's him.
There was... nest. Huge nest.” he continued, his words more confident. “Old nest for huge beest... and there was... blood. Black blood all over the place. Song... was strong there, but... in time...faded.
Nest? An Eluvian in an Old Prison? Who in the world would place such a thing in such a place? “The mirror... was it in the nest?”
No, outside. Just... outside.” he tried to stand up, his limbs still shaking, “The Father closed the mirror, tried to... cleanse it. I began... turning... mage said he was sorry, I was not... ready.
I nodded: after the fluke with the Mother, he probably realized that Joining every ghoul wasn't such a good idea... Utha may be his right hand, but not everyone reacted well to the treatment.
“I am surprised you survived.” I told him eventually, “You must be very strong.”
There is no... way to... undo this?
I shook my head, “I'm sorry, no. The Architect... the Father had only the means to keep your conscience intact, but you might have been driven insane in the process... I am sorry my blood gave you back your mind.”
You think be... a mindless beast... is... better?” he glared at me.
“At least you didn't realize you were one.” I rubbed his shoulder soothingly,l trying to make him understand I didn't mean it that way. He smiled at me, it was eerie to see a ghoul smiling like that – and heartbreaking.
“Listen, Tamlen, I have... a mission. You should stay here, you're safe from the other darkspawn, maybe... you could find a better place to live...”
I don't... think... I'd be welcome outside the Deep Roads.” he moaned.
“No, but... the Architect had... followers. Disciples, aware darkspawn like... well, like yourself.”
Not going... to that... monster.
“I understand but...”
Please I want... to come... with you...
All right, I thought broodmothers were the saddest and creepiest thing the Deep roads have ever to offer... but I still hadn't seen a Ghoul giving you puppy eyes.
“All right, but don't ever look at me like that. I beg you.”
That had him chuckle.
We followed the tunnels, and I could see he was getting more and more restless: “Where are we going?”
“I must find a broodmother, one that breeds a unique kind of darkspawn...”
Mother Chatha?”  
“You know her?”
Everyone here knows her. She... owns this... part of the Deep Roads, all... darkspawn that... are not her... brood are... driven out of her... territory.
“But not you.” I frowned, “Or the Architect.”
I was... hidden... trapped. And Architect tried to... ally... with her. She's a monster... even for darkspawn.
“Do you know where your lair is?”
Why in Mythal's name you want to go to her?” panic had him speak his first complex sentence without stuttering.
“She called me.” I gazed into the darkness, “I want to know what she wants.”

Cullen
As we finished explaining the situation to Anders and Carver, we were already halfway through the passage Ewan should have taken to enter the Roads. Luckly, Anders had a map that marked its exact location.
“...At least we hope he got there.” I sighed, “That was the plan, last he told us.”
“What does it mean he can't sense darkspawn? He did, during the Blight, didn't he?”
“He had dreams of the Archdemon and sensed it, but that's exactly the sort of blighted creatures he can actually sense.” Eloise explained.
“So, also the Architect... or the disciples...” Anders offered.
“Or beings like Corypheus.” Carver scowled. I shivered at the mention of that... thing. Ewan said he was one of the Seven Magisters like the Architect, but oddly enough hearing his name felt like someone dancing on my grave... good thing it was dead.
“Exactly.” Eloise nodded, “That's what I'm trying to tell you, he's still a Warden, but he's... different. Too many magic messed up with him! He Joined the Wardens, then he drank Avernus' potion, the only known mage to has resisted the Calling without losing his powers, unlike Grand Enchanter Fiona...”
“A potion based on blood magic principles, that unlocked some strange powers in his blood.” Jowan added.
“After that, he killed an Archdemon... and survived.” I reminded them.
“...Because he performed an unknown ritual that has its origins in the Witch of the Wilds' lore...” Eloise remarked.
“...to give his son the soul of an Old God.” Jowan concluded.
“A soul that passed through him.” Carver uttered. We all looked at him in shock.
“Come again?”
“I- we spoke of it, once, and he told me something about that last battle, on the top of Fort Drakon... He couldn't describe the sensation, but he felt as something entered his body and lingered there for a split second, burning and hurting him from the inside, before being attracted to... somewhere else. He didn't explain me how the ritual worked, but he was quite positive Urthemiel's soul was... in him. At least for a moment. Before it was attracted to Morrigan's womb.”
“He told you all this?” Anders asked surprised. “And you know about his son as well?”
“Sure he did.” Carven frowned, “I'm his cousin, after all. And he isn't my Commander.”
“Possession is painful.” I reminded, “Their souls must have fought to prevail...”
“But somehow the ritual linked Ewan to Morrigan, so the Old God was channeled through it to...” Jowan trailed off. I didn't like his expression, I should have probed for more information but I decided to let it go... for now.
“So.” Carver sighed, “What's the plan then?”

Ewan
“I don't know.” I answered.
You don't? Are you not the... Grey Warden, here?” Tamlen growled. We were walking the tunnel for about an hour, by now, and still no sign of Chatha. I didn't have the faintes idea of where to find her, and Tamlen didn't know where her lair was.
“Hey, excuse me, but I'm in the middle of the Deep Roads, looking for a broodmother abomination with the sole company of a ghoul-shriek – no offense...”
None taken.
“Well, you can't ask me 'What now' and expect me to come up with a proper plan. I don't even know...” I tingle in the back of my head made me jump. I turned around in the darkness suddenly cautious, and Tamlen must have understood I had felt something, though he didn't know what it was.
What's happening?
“Morrilocks, I think.”
What?
Vigilance illuminated a niche I the rock where dry sky and yellow fangs hissed at me. I jumped back and the creature crawled out slithering forward. Other appeared and surrounded us, yet they weren't attacking.
Oh, them.” Tamlen sighed, “What a ridiculous shem name.”
“Sure, let's call them Asha Banalhannarisan, that sounds much better.”
“...'Woman from the place of the empty years'? What kind of name is that?
I blinked: “It means that? I just sputtered random syllables...”
I had never seen a look detailing so many ways to go fuck myself.
On my defense, that was a fairly legit elven name.
The closest Morrilock hissed at me. I rose my sword and I was aboutto strike when Tamlent stopped me.
Wait... they're saying... 'follow us'?
“What?” I stared at the bandaged face of the darkspawn in front of me. She didn't have an aggressive stance, she was like... waiting for me. To follow. The creaturtes had formed a corridor, and I had a pretty good idea where it lead.
“You're bringing us to Chatha, aren't you?” I asked them.
Come.
I shivered. She was calling me.
This is a trap.
“Yes, but it leads to where I'm meant to go... didn't you hear that?”
Hear what?”
“You... you don't feel her? Her Calling, her... Song...”
He glared at me: “Great. I speak darkspawn and you hear the Old Gods, we're a force of good to be reckoned with...
“Not the Old Gods, Chatha.” I followed the path opened by the Morrilocks. They let me pass, without attacking me or Tamlen.
Yes Warden... come, come to me...
After a few minutes walking the darkness, we reached a larger area. A gigantic lyrium stalagmite was pointing the center of the space, providing a faint illumination. On the other end of the cave, a mass of Blight filth, fleshy tentacles and dirty fabric was piled, a woman standing in the middle.
What in the creator's name is that?
“It's a broodmother, Tamlen.”
I had seen broodmothers, this is nothing like one.” he gasped.
It was true. Physically Chatha should have resembled the Mother, but she took great care in not showing her monstrous side: she had covered the ill-colored flesh and pitted fat bags of her lower half in cloth, drapes and various fabric scrapes she or her progeny had found in the deep roads or in surface sorties. Her torso was also wrapped in a red-purple tunic, the color of the Witches of the Wilds. At a first glance, she looked like she was standing in that indistinguishable mass, not part of it. The two additional spider-like limbs that protruded from her shoulder blades looked like an ornamental accessory, like stylized wings worn for a quirk of fashion, not really part of her body. Her face was pale and spotted with rotten moles, but otherwise clean, and even the darkened skin of her lips and arms made her look like she was wearing lipstick and long gloves. Her eyes were bloodshot, but the iris was bright yellow as Morrigan's, her hair a reddish light brown, long, groomed and combed.
“Not all broodmothers happen to be the daughters of Asha Bellanar.” I said to Tamlen as I approached her. She smiled at me, sanity and awareness in her eyes... she was not the monster I expected her to be, nothing like the Mother... and for that she may be even more dangerous.
“So, Chatha, what do you want from me?”
“Talk. For now.” she answered, shifting seductively and twirling her fingers in a strand of hair.
“Talk.” I repeated, “You went all the way to this just to... talk.”
“Yes.” she murmured. Her voice was firm, a warm and airy alto, controlled, almost melodic. “We are bonded, Warden, bonded by power and blood. I need you, and you will now realize you need me as well.”
“Bonded? We never met before...”
She smiled “Of course we did. Through my sister. Do you really think Flemeth has no means to find us, her precious daughters, when she let us go and scatter through the world? Do you really think that, after all this time, I haven't figured out how her magic works? That I didn't make it mine? You gave a child to Morrigan... but what did she give you?”
She chuckled as I frowned trying to hide my bewilderment. If she means what I think she meant, it would explain many, many things...

In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 8
This is a revised version of the story - not all parts match the comic version as they were adapted to the events and lore revealed after Dragon Age: Awakening. As it is, it may contain spoilers, hints or references at subsequent plots like Dragon Age IIDragon Age: InquisitionDragon Age LegendsThe Stolen ThroneThe CallingThe Silent GroveThe Last CourtThe Masked Empire and The Last Flight.

Here is the eighth chapter of a revised version of my comic In Peace Vigilance in the form of novel. If you want to know how the story ends, I suggest you to read it, as while I plan to continue the comic version and adapt it to this revised narration, I really have no deadline for it. When it will be up, I'll probably do a massive upload of the whole story, but in the meantime I decided to deliver it in this format.
This chapter follows the story already published in the comic but expands the introspections, specially on Ewan's and Jowan's side, clarifying Jowan's realization for his feelings towards Eloise (that in the comic seemed to come out a bit out of the blue, specially after Lily's kiss) and Ewan's state of minde when he ditched his companions as well as Tamlen's "Joining".

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VII: All Fade Break Loose
Ewan
“Very well, Mouse... do you really want to fight all four of us?”
The expressionless demon’s mug seemed to smirk... that brought the creep to a brand new level. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE ANY CHANCE?
“We can’t use magic here.” Jowan muttered, “The risk of breaking the Veil...”
“There's a demon here: the Veil is already broken.” Maker bless practical Eloise.
“You suck anyway.”
“Cullen, that’s not helping.” I grunted, “The Veil is so thin we’re practically in the Fade... so I guess our best chance is to act like we were there: will is your power and all that!” I added charging a Chain Lightning spell.
“Let’s kick some demon’s ass!” Eloise shouted as she cast a Bolt on Mouse at the same time I let loose my lightning spell. Cullen rolled and bashed it's leg with his shield. Whispers and rumbles surrounded us: more
 
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IX: Sins of the Mother
Jowan
“Are we there yet?”
“Just shut up.” Eloise growled. I sighed: for being our first experience in the Deep Roads -at least for three of us- we were holding it together well, but sometimes I felt the need to joke a bit, to loosen up... a need Eloise and Cullen did not share.
“That's weird.” Carver said, “I don't sense any darkspawn.”
“These are the roads, how can you possibly not sense any darkspawn?” Cullen asked with a frown.
“Creepy isn't it?” Anders joined in, “I sense something, but it's not a Darkspawn it's more like... a warden?”
Eloise looked at him alarmed: “You can sense Wardens? That's... a little too soon, isn't it?”
“Normally I don't.” Anders admitted, “All I know is I sense something, but I'm not sure of what it is... It's like darkspawn... abandoned this place. Look at the walls...” he pointed his glowing staff at


Special thanks to Wirls and Rowlina for proof reading and editing.
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VII: All Fade Break Loose

Ewan
“Very well, Mouse... do you really want to fight all four of us?”
The expressionless demon’s mug seemed to smirk... that brought the creep to a brand new level. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE ANY CHANCE?
“We can’t use magic here.” Jowan muttered, “The risk of breaking the Veil...”
“There's a demon here: the Veil is already broken.” Maker bless practical Eloise.
“You suck anyway.”
“Cullen, that’s not helping.” I grunted, “The Veil is so thin we’re practically in the Fade... so I guess our best chance is to act like we were there: will is your power and all that!” I added charging a Chain Lightning spell.
“Let’s kick some demon’s ass!” Eloise shouted as she cast a Bolt on Mouse at the same time I let loose my lightning spell. Cullen rolled and bashed it's leg with his shield. Whispers and rumbles surrounded us: more spirits appeared: desire, sloth and rage demons, as well as some hooded figures I'd only seen in books called Despair and horrific deformities that looked like naked darkspawn emissaries with too much limbs. Envy? Horror? We were screwed...
“More coming!” Cullen shouted.
“Get to them, leave Mouse to me!” I threw over my shoulder.
“I did tell you!” Jowan turned back to back with me, “Any suggestion?”
“Get out of here?” Eloise suggested, “If one of you can get to the Mirror...”
“They may follow us” I noted, “And I doubt the recruit in the repository would be of much help, not to mention the Knight Commander would likely skin us alive if we bring demons into Jainen. We must push them back!” to mark my words I slashed at Mouse’s snout. The creature growled and swung his hand blindly, hitting me straight in the face.
Maker, if that didn’t sent me flying! A sharp pain in the back of my head met me on my landing, a mix of stinging and itching so intense I wanted to rub my head in sand. My hand automatically ran to the back of my skull, clutching my hair as I hissed.
“Ewan!” Jowan shouted.
“I’m fine” I groaned. No, I wasn’t fine, I was feeling... dizzy, electric... high in a sense. I looked at my hand to see if I was bleeding and I noticed the sparks: little blue sparks dotted the blood on my hand. I turned around and saw a lyrium sculpture with sharp spikes. Some drops of my blood were still clinging on it.
Words from my past returned to me: I cut myself and the dust got straight in the blood. Since then it's been a little hard for me to concentrate... Surfacer like you touch the raw ore and, and you'll bleed from your eyeballs in hours... Even surface dwarves lose it. Us down here, though, w-we should be able to handle it just fine. Only not too much and not every day and not breathing the dust and not directly in the blood...
All right, good news: I was still alive, so this sort of... sculpture – what was it even meant to represent? - oh no, Ewan, focus, FOCUS – was made of refined lyrium. Bad news: I was experiencing first-hand what Garin told me in Orzammar. Great. Not.
I had to disperse the dust from my blood, I had to...
WHAT IS IT MAGE? Mouse's muzzle was in my face. LET ME SEE THE BOO-BOO.
I unleashed a Bloody Grasp right on his face. I hadn't used the Power of Blood in years, I never liked its effects and the fact it looked so much like blood magic, but what can you do?
Jowan stared at me mouth agape, his expression was so funny I lost it and started laughing.

Eloise
“Not with blood magic, you fool!” I roared.
“T-that's not blood magic...” Jowan stuttered, “It's... different.”
The Pride Demon Ewan called “Mouse” was rubbing his offended mug as Ewan stood pointing at him in a ridiculous pose: “Liked that?” he shouted, “The scary Warden Commander is back, Mouse!”
I then noticed the sculpture behind him and realized what happened: “Shit... he's got lyrium in his blood!”
“What?” Jowan looked at me confused.
“The sculpture he hit... it must be lyrium. I'm surprised it didn't kill him...”
“Kill him? Lyrium can do that?”
I paused frowning: “Seriously Jowan, did you ever open a book?”
Ewan was unleashed: I heard him call “Cullen, duck!” before smiting a Despair demon with blood.
“CRAP!” Cullen yelled, avoiding the red flow by an inch, “What's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind? You want to tear the Veil further?”
“I've got lyrium in my blood, I have to get rid of it.” Ewan deadpanned, sounding almost normal.
“With blood magic?”
“It's not blood magic, Cully, it's Grey Warden's magic!” he laughed, crazy as before and ran towards Mouse who was still trying to wipe the blood from its muzzle.
“This is bad,” I told Jowan, “Lyrium makes him vulnerable to possession. We must drag him out of here!”
“He seems stronger, though...” Jowan objected, “And less affected than before by this strange place, maybe we should...”
“YEEE-HAA!” Ewan's shout had us turn to him. He was... sweet Maker's butt-holder in the Golden City, he was rodeoing the pride demon.
Everyone watched still, even the demons. Some so embarrassed by the display they just turned away and left.
“Okay, guys... this is serious.” I whispered.
“To think he used to be my model...” Jowan whined.
“Ah, the good old days of lyrium...” Cullen sighed.

Jowan
Enough was enough. I grabbed Ewan's shoulder and dragged him away from the demon: “Andraste's sake, Ewan, focus. We have to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“With all these demons swooping down on us?” he asked, shrugging free of my hold, “Oh yes, swooping is bad... FOR YOU!” he shouted unleashing another blood spell.
“WOULD YOU MIND WINDING DOWN FOR A SECOND?” I shouted in turn. My head was hurting I was about to lose it, “Listen, we need you to focus...”
“You need me?” Ewan smirked, “Of course you do! This is Ferelden, everyone fucking needs me!”
“Ewan please!” I grabbed him, forcing him to look at me, “You're the Warden... the Hero... I always followed you, trusted you, you can't...”
“You never stick around enough to face the consequences of it, though.” he remarked.
Ouch. That was new. He did bring the blood-magic thing out before (like seventy-eight times) but now I got why he was so pissed about it: I left him in the cold facing the consequences of my mistakes... and he was conscripted for it. Yes, he became a hero, like he said it turned out well, still... wasn't for me he would have had a better life...
“He's right.” Eloise admitted, her face expressing clearly her not-positive judgment on me.
“What do we do now?” Cullen asked.
“Wait... you're asking me?”
“You are our expert on Elven lore.” Cullen deadpanned, “Open that mirror and bring us out.”
“I'm no expert!” I countered, “and I don't even know what kind magic Ewan used to open it...”
“That's right,” Ewan's voice suddenly in my ear made me jump, “I am the one who knows shit here, but, hey! I'm nuttier than a squirrel's nest!”
“Poor Jowan,” Eloise shook her head, “So much responsibility all at once... that's more than you can bear...”
“I can make it better.” Ewan collapsed on my shoulders in a half-hug, “You want to be better, I can make you better...”
Wait... something wasn't right here.... I looked around disoriented, trying to shrug Ewan off my shoulders but his arms were heavy and... longer. And paler. I turned around and stared into a white face without eyes and a mouth full of fangs.
You envy him, but you can be better than him. You could be the hero...”

Eloise
“Jowan... JOWAN!” I shook him hard. He was enthralled, his eyes wide open and empty.
“Where did the other demons go?” Cullen circled me waving his sword around, keeping at bay invisible enemies.
“Jowan, wake up!” I shook him again. “A spirit must be influencing him...”
“We must go.” Cullen sighed.
“What?” I snapped at him, “We can't leave him here just like that!”
“There is nothing we can do!” Cullen growled.
“Bullshit! We can save him! We must...”
“We can't!” Cullen grabbed my shoulders looking right into my eyes, “I have seen this happening before, Eloise. The Veil torn, the world changing right in front of your eyes, and before you realize you're in the fade, fighting your demons...” I watched in horror as his face melted and his body changed, his grip on my shoulder so tight it bruised me was now fiery hot, “...and rage is filling you, feasting on your soul...
Oh. Fuck. It was a Rage demon I was talking to? And not any rage demon... I've seen it before, this... this was “Nad'ora”, the demon from my Harrowing...
I remembered I encountered her -I mean, it- posing as an elven apprentice lost in the Fade. He helped me navigating the Island I was in, leading me to a creepy spirit of Compassion who helped me conjuring a staff to fight the demon I was supposed to defeat and looking for it. We met a hunger demon, a ridiculous creature that was practically a horned mouth, and I made quick work of it, but then I couldn't wake up, and I started to panic. Nad'ora started talking to me, fueling my anger towards this meaningless test, and I almost fell for her words before realizing she was the demon, and exposing her she reverted to her true form. I still remember its words.
Everything you can't change, you can't accept. Nadas Bora, the Inevitable Loss, it drives you insane, passing right through your armor of sarcasm and sass. But in the Fade you are naked, exposed to preconceptions, careless trust... blinding Rage. Deal with it, mage: true tests, never end...
Oh. Shoot.

Cullen
“Eloise! Eloise, please... can you hear me?” I was shaking her, but she remained entranced and rigid as a washboard. The demons had disappeared, and that was really strange, but I couldn't deal with it right now, I had to bring back Jowan and Eloise from their stupor.
At least Ewan seemed to be calmed down: he was now massaging his temples dealing with the mother of all headaches. I could relate: I had a badly mixed lyrium philter in my times, and it's a hundred times better to waste yourself with dwarven ale and deal with that kind of hangover.
“Ewan!” I called, “They got Jowan and Eloise.”
“Give me a second” he groaned, “I've lost too much blood, I feel dizzy...”
“Demons have entered their mind, possessing them... what should we do?”
“You are the templar, what would you do?”
I sighed “Strike fast, your hand firm. Let your sword be mercy...” I quoted the precept of the Order, “No. I won't kill them. I want to save them, all of them.”
“Even Jowan?” he asked incredulous.
“Yes, even him.” I hissed. “This is no different from what happened in the Tower. Someone told me he'd rather spare a maleficarum than kill an innocent, and of course he was right.”
Ewan shook his head: “That's bullshit if I ever heard one.”
Oh. That's interesting. I let go of Eloise and recovered my sword from the ground, approaching – I was sure of it – the spirit posing as the Warden. “You saved them Ewan, all those who could still be saved.” I pointed the sword at the creature's neck “If you really were Ewan you would know. What are you? Sloth? Despair?”
“I-I don't know what you're talking ab-”
“BEGONE, DEMON!” I roared as I smote it. The shape of Ewan cracked and vanished, leaving a hooded figure in his place, the air chilly around it, the stones of the path covered by a thick layer of frost under him.
“Cullen!” the true Ewan was behind me, “It's Despair.”
“Yes, I recognize it.” I didn't take my eyes off the creature, still pointing my swords at it. It was quivering and shaking, I thought in fear but it was laughing.
“You don't belong to me, mortal.” it whispered. “Not anymore, it seems.”
I hesitated for a second, enough for the creature to slither away and disappear in the shimmering mist.
“That was easy.” Ewan noted.
“Too easy. Where is Mouse?” I asked looking around for signs of him. All demons did actually disappear, it was eery.
“I am not sure, I think... I think I have confused it. He was acting like he didn't know what to do with me anymore, so he left...” he shrugged, “Let's try to get the others out...”


Jowan
“Stay away from me, demon!” I cried Jerking away from the touch of those disgusting digits.
There's passion in you,” he swished, crawling towards me, “ambition, power... inhibited by your phobias, your... morals. I can free you of this burden, I can be what you wish to be. Be you, but better. I will see the world through your eyes and help you conquer it. I can learn who you are and fix you, make you be the person you want to be... it can be marvelous or painful, the choice is yours.
I took a deep breath and braced myself: if this was all in my head, then I was in the Fade. This was my test, the Harrowing they denied me, and there was no templar to strike me down if I failed.
“I choose painful.” I growled and unleashed a burst of raw magic at it. It screamed and stumbled backwards, my eyes snapped open.
“Jowan are you all right?” Ewan was gently shaking me as I gasped.
“I-I... yes. Am I back?”
“Great.” Cullen sighed in relief, “Now let's get Eloise and...”
I lifted my gaze feeling the air crackling and boiling, the temperature rising. Eloise stood in front of us, eyes glowing teeth gritting, her skin showing fiery cracks like cooling lava.
Such love in this place...” she growled, “It is disgusting.
“No!” Cullen shouted. My stomach churned, she was a Rage abomination!
“Tell me Warden...” she walked towards us, “How do you fight rage?”
“You smother it.” Ewan asked helding his sword high.
“No! I won't let you do that.” Cullen stepped between them, facing Eloise.
“Cullen...” I started, but he cut me off.
“You guys go. Open the eluvian and get back to Jainen, leave this to me.”
“Are you sure you can...” Ewan trailed off.
“I am a templar. I will do what must be done.”
He sighed and turned to the mirror. “As you wish. I'll try to keep it open, be sure you don't lose yourself.”

Cullen
As soon as they passed through the mirror, I dropped my weapons.
“Very well demon, it's you and me now.” I walked towards her. Memories of my training coming back. What is rage, brother?Rage is frustration, fear masked as aggression. Break its will and rage will be smothered.
I took another step towards her when I felt cold naked arms embracing me.
Such desire.
Another demon. Crap. And this one was here for me.
Such anger.
Such passion.
Such frustration.
Shivering...
Burning...
I could see the Demon holding Eloise's will. She wasn't hers yet, I was still in time.
“Your mind is scarred, your soul is torn...” she said mockingly, “what do you have to offer?”
I took a deep breath and enfolded her in my arms. I felt Desire gasping, her Rage boiling but faltering for a second.
“Love.” I told her, “Love is all I ever had to offer to you. Myself.” I drew in a ragged breath, “Let go of your Rage and give it to me.”
No. He's mine. Desire cried.
I can't. I'm hers. Rage growled, but still he let go of its hold on her. I felt her gasp in my arms, as she was herself again.
I must accept, but I can't leave her.
He was mine, but I can't take him.
“Cullen what...?” she asked me.
“It's all right, Eloise, I will take your demon, you are free.”
“You can't do that.”
“I can and I will.”
Se looked at me in the eyes: surprise and shame crossed her face. She laid a hand on my face, caressing my cheek: “You doof...” she uttered, tears in her eyes, then she tightened her hold and pulled me down on her.
We kissed. Maker, we did kiss. Like a knowt of wood, something inside me snapped and broke free all the emotions I fought during all these years, my infatuation for her, fear of losing her, self-loathing for losing it and becoming what I swore not to become: a madman driven only by his hatred instead of a force of good, driven by his personal thirst for revenge instead of doing the Maker's work. And I felt her cling to me, her breath rugged in surprise, her hunger for something she denied herself so much, her mask – her armor – falling for the first time in front of my eyes, and I saw... wonder in her eyes. Like she didn't expect this to be as good as it was for me... or maybe that was just wishful thinking...
Desire... dampened.
Anger... smothered.
Thirst sated.
Need fulfilled.
They do not need this...
They need... each other...
As we finally broke the kiss, I felt warm hands on my shoulder, so caring and soothing I could feel it through the armor. I lifted my gaze and saw a glowing figure in templar armor behind Eloise, and her gasp had me turn to another spirit in a chantry scholar's uniform. I looked back and forth between the spirits.
“What... what did just happen?”
You Focused.
You fought Valiantly.
You found purpose again.
And, in turn, we did.
“Wait...” Eloise turned to the templar-spirit. “Are you... Nad'ora?”
I am Valor. Your Valor.
“And you...” I asked to the scholar, “I did see you before, you were in Kinloch Hold, during the rebellion... you... you helped me. What are you?”
I am Focus. Your Focus. You must hurry now, before more of them come.

Jowan
The mirror's surface waved and Cullen and Eloise got out of it.
“About damn time!” I growled, casting a lightning spell at a Terror.
“What in the...” Cullen stuttered. The repository was filled with demons, which passed through the Eluvians while we were in the Crossroads. This was the reason the Mirror closed: the recruit had dispelled the magic in the attempt to stop the invasion, but that managed only to trap him in the room with Shades and Terrors. When Ewan and I crossed the Eluvian, he was badly injured and about to succumb, but the two of us had managed to dispatch a good half of the invaders. Cullen and Eloise joined us in the fight, making quick work of the remaining ones, and I could finally focus on healing the injured templar.
“It's all right,” I told him after closing a ugly gash on his side, where Terror's claws had cut his armor like paper, “you'll be fine...”
“It's over.” Ewan shouted. I turned and see he had closed the Eluvian.
“Destroy that thing!” the recruit shrieked in terror.
“Calm down, it's over...” I tried to restrain him, but he shot up grabbing his sword.
“This mirror must be destroyed!”
“Woha, kid, slow down!” Cullen stopped him, “That's not your call. It is closed now, nothing can pass through.”
“And it should be the First-Enchanter to decide what to do with it.” Ewan noted. “The artifact's in the room are the Circle's responsibility.”
“I don't care! Destroy it!” he waved his sword at the Eluvian, then he fell unconscious on the floor. We all turned to Eloise, her hand still lifted and glowing.
“Sleep spell.” she explained with a shy smile, “I think we'd better get out of here before we run into more troubles. I swear, the Circle's bad for you, Ewan... or is it Jowan's influence?”
We all laughed but agreed. Trying to act inconspicuously, we quickly reached the doors.

This time, the templars didn't give us any problem, they were all but happy to see us go.
There was something strange, though, in the way Cullen and Eloise interacted.
Ewan noticed too: “What happened in the Crossroads?” he asked.
Neither of them answered, but I swear I saw Eloise blush.
Eloise. Blush. No way. Something did happen.
“How did you free her?” I demanded, scowling at Cullen. More blushing. Uhm...
“He calmed me.” she answered lightly. “The demon didn't set in, I was still fighting him, and Cullen helped me to sort my priorities and let it go.”
I eyed her suspiciously. “You''ve gotta give me more than that, Surana.”
Ewan patted on my back: “Ellie was never the kiss-and-tell kind of girl, Jowan, leave her be. This is private.”
Both Cullen's and Eloise's head snapped at Ewan when he mentioned “kissing”.
“How do yo-” Cullen exclaimed before catching himself.
OH.
“I didn't... until now.” Ewan grinned, “I was using a figure of speech, but it seems I made a fortunate choice of words, did I?”
My eyes narrowed, and I fought the urge to punch the templar right in the face. He... he kissed Eloise when she was an abomination? That was wrong! He... he forced himself on her when she couldn't reason, that was... taking advantage of her, right? I couldn't believe ser Too-Shy-For-My-Breeches made such a bold move! Was that the reason he sent us away? Maker, I'm gonna kick him so hard he'll piss from his eyes when I'm done with him!
Not that I was jealous, mind me. It was just... wrong.
Nope, not jealous. At all.
He was at least decent enough to show some shame. Eloise noticed how I was glaring at him, so she approached me as we were walking, pushing me a bit away, so we would be out of earshot.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“You tell me.” I hissed back, “Aren't you pissed at him?”
She frowned: “For what?”
“Well, he kissed you, didn't he?”
She blinked. “...So?”
“He took advantage of you! You were fighting a demon and he...”
“Jowan...” she put a hand on my arm stopping me. “First, don't assume things. You know Cullen, he would never do what you think he did. And – on that note – second: I kissed him, he just kissed me back.”
If that didn't took the wind off my sails: “Oh. Did you? Or was it... the demon?”
She snorted back a laugh: “A rage demon kissing a templar? Try again...” she giggled, “No, it was me, he... he did something for me, back there, I never thought it was... possible.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly. I didn't know how to take that.
“You look different.” I said eventually.
“Do I?” she giggled again. Eloise. Giggling. Another wrong thing, here.
“Are you sure the demon... is gone?” I was sudden frightened: what if they lied to us? What is she was still...
“Quite sure.” she nodded, “But I see things... differently. What happened there... I think it shifted my perspective on things a bit, I need time to process it.” she paused, “I was angry, Jowan. All these years since you ran away, I was angry at you, at Ewan, at the Circle, at the Wardens, I tried to focus on doing... things and I lost a bit of myself. Now I think I got it back.”
“Why? How?” I frowned, “Because you kissed a templar?”
She laughed. A laughter I didn't ear from her since the Circle's days. “No, silly, because I let go of my rage. I think I'm ready to move on... whatever I need to move on from, I still haven't figured out that part.”
She strolled towards the group again, leaving me behind. All I could think was her laughter, the way she seemed to be herself again, more than she was before Jainen... and I felt bad. Deep down I wished I could have been the one who put that laughter back in her voice again, because I somehow knew it was my fault it disappeared. I wished I could have done for her what Cullen did, and it killed me not having done it.
I wasn't jealous. Not really. I just felt – knew – I had failed her.
Again.

In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 7
This is a revised version of the story - not all parts match the comic version as they were adapted to the events and lore revealed after Dragon Age: Awakening. As it is, it may contain spoilers, hints or references at subsequent plots like Dragon Age IIDragon Age: InquisitionDragon Age LegendsThe Stolen ThroneThe CallingThe Silent GroveThe Last CourtThe Masked Empire and The Last Flight.

Here is the seventh chapter of a revised version of my comic In Peace Vigilance in the form of novel. If you want to know how the story ends, I suggest you to read it, as while I plan to continue the comic version and adapt it to this revised narration, I really have no deadline for it. When it will be up, I'll probably do a massive upload of the whole story, but in the meantime I decided to deliver it in this format.
Like the previous chapter, the story here is almost completely different from the comic version, though main events stay the same. My main goal here was moving the setting of the battle from Aeonar's repository to the Crossroads, purging out Lily's plot (which, let's admit it, didn't make much sense in the first place) and tweaking the "Shipping Demons" scene into something more... well, that doesn't look like a script part written at 3 AM and drawn in a frustrated rush at midnight, that is. In this rewriting I realized that this part of the comic was drawn and published on autopilot, without questioning much the bulls*it and logic wormholes in the original script, so I took the chance to fix it a bit. As a result, this turned out to be the shortest chapter in the novelization, but I think a comic version of it (yes, I plan to redraw this chapter as well... eventually) can be easily filled with combat scenes, right?

Previous chapter:  In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 6
VI: Through the Mirror
Ewan
Valegathe is the second biggest island of the Waking Sea Bannorn. When the Tevinter Imperium ruled this land, this was the location some of the most important places for magic research.
Here stands one of the last Tevinter fortress that were preserved through the centuries that today hosts one of the less known Circle of Magi: Jainen. The architecture of the fortress is very similar to Ostagar: the architectural elements, the materials, the decorations... the similarities end here, though: as Ostagar was abandoned and half-ruined even before the Darkspawn horde swarmed on it from the Korcari Wilds, Jainen is almost intact and well preserved.
The sight was impressive: walls dozens of feet tall, high towers whitewashed by the salty wind and large heavy doors to block the way in... and this was one of the few Circles in which it was more important than blocking the way out. I didn't have to look around to know my companions w
 
Next Chapter: In Peace Vigilance - Chapter 8
VIII: The Shadows Where We Stand
Eloise
“Ok, now let me get this straight...” I breathed, trying to remain calm, “We learned from that creepy son of yours that one of Flemet's daughters – Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds from the legends who is apparently also your son's grandmother – is a two-ages old sentient broodmother abomination, who has produced an army of shape-shifting emissaries (including one in dragon form) to lure you into the Deep Roads, Maker knows why. And you want to actually go there? Alone?” I sighed shaking my head: “That lyrium wound must have burned your brain worse than we assumed at first, Ewan, you should see a proper healer, not Jowan here.”
Ewan just stared into the fire. We had traveled south for almost a week and now we had set camp by the edge of the forest, south of the Bannorn of Calon, only bogs and marshes separating us from the Korcari Wilds. We were heading to a relativ


Special thanks to Wirls and Rowlina for proof reading and editing.
Cover image by emedeme
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Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the BioWare's videogame "Dragon Age: Origins" and its sequels and expansions. 
The story was originally scripted as a comic before "Dragon Age: Asunder" and "Dragon Age: Redemption" were released, this is a rewriting of the story, but I tried to keep it as similar as the original, including scenes that were originally cut and modifying what I didn't like or what was proved wrong in the sequels. I played all the games and documented myself through the novels, the codex entries, the official comics and the Dragon Age Wiki, so if the comic explicitly contradicts some established lore it's because I decided it would fit the story better. If you intend to educate me on the True Dragon Age Lore, introduce yourself as David Gaider or save your keyboard.
All characters, except those not fitting the game belong to Bioware; their rendition is not to consider canon but a personal interpretation based on the work of the original writers. Aed Amell is a character created by emedeme and used with permission. All other characters are mine, based on BioWare's background for the player character.
The story is a "fan fiction" so it's not part of any official lore: any lore that has not included in the game is to be intended as speculation or plot device. Feel free to accept these hadcanons and even use them yourself, but take them as they are. As the story is based on how I played the game, it contains elements that come from popular mods such as Ser Gilmore Companion NPC.
No copyright infringement is intended and no money transaction are required to read this story, so don't bother me about it.
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Lilithblack Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey!! è un sacco che non ho tue notizie! Tutto bene? Tornato a disegnare o la vita da comune mortale ti ha fagocitato?
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Abadir Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Eh, lo so, lavorare al progetto grafico di un libro ha questo effetto collaterale... @_@
vabbe', lo dico a te che per Modraud hai fatto pure di più, penso...
Almeno lavoro un po' :D
Sto lavorando a un nuovo progetto, comunque, una graphic novel. Penso che comincerò a postare qualcosa verso settembre :3
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DAI, figo! io pure. ho appena cominciato, devo farci un fumetto intero. mi prende male solo a pensarci considerando che il mio vero lavoro è massacrante e mi ruba tutte le ore migliori della giornata lasciandomi come uno straccio la sera.
appena ti va o puoi parlarne, anche in privato, raccontami di cosa si tratta che sono supercuriosa!
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Abadir Featured By Owner 1 day ago
In pratica è una resa di una piéce teatrale che scrissi assieme ad altri miei compagni di classe quando stavo al liceo, pesantemente rimaneggiata per dargli una storia più coerente e un filo narrativo. Il tema è l'amore nel mito, e parte dalla storia di Amore e Psiche per raccontare l'evoluzione di un amore che ci fa diventare qualcosa di più di quello che siamo attraverso il racconto di altri miti legati a questo tema (Orfeo e Euridice, Apollo e Dafne, Ade e Persefone e la guerra di Troia - sia nell'Iliade che nell'Eneide).
Il mio problema principale al momento è definire l'impostazione grafica, perché vorrei variare un po' tra la narrazione "presente" e i miti (che sarebbero raccontati da delle statue che prendono vita), o più in generale tra quello che nello spettacolo era la parte "recitata" e quella "cantata".
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happy birthday
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Happy Birthday :)
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Happy Birthday to you.
Sit down, pour yourself a cup of your favorite drink, a slice of your favorite cake and have fun with what ever your plans of the day are
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