A World Away

[Wolf-Raven]

[I just finished Dragon Age Origins and Awakening, and i wanted a bit of closure. Fingers crossed, i'll still be able to import my Character for Dragon Age 2, but i still want to be on the safe side. Hence, I wish to write a small bit of fanfiction with my Character. If you've read my Poetry Submission for the poetry battle, then you'll know one of the Characters.

Due to this god damn length, I've broken it into two parts.]

Deep in the woods of Orlais, there lived a witch. Her hair was dark as night, and she dressed in rags, yet she was strikingly beautiful. She lived a life of seclusion, deep in the woods far away from civilization, where she spent a few months of her life that she would not forget. She helped fight daemons and monsters alike. She had teased, bantered, tasted betrayal and victory; an adventure she would never forget.

An adventure where she met her love.

Slowly, her hands traced over her stomach, a slight swell growing over her smooth stomach, as she was with child. She glowed ever so slightly, happy to see the rise in her belly. She knew what lay within, and was contented to know that she would have control over this child. It would not be the fearsome thing she had helped quell at the peak of Denerim. She remembered the battle all too well. Lelianna, despite her flaws, had proven useful, leaping upon the dragon to cripple it, and while the archdaemon lay upon the ground, the Grey Warden, her love, drove the final blow into it's skull, freeing the world from the blight for many years to come.

And now, the old god was inside her, growing; the child of the Warden.

She sat in the shade of a tree by a cottage near the lake, protected by the forest. The sun shone high above the water, glimmering, untouched by the evil that had flooded this world nought but months ago. How strange, the witch thought, that this world had been saved by the bravery of one man. The bravery of many, in fact. Yes, Alister was a fool and Lelianna was naive, but when she and the Warden paired with them, they were unstoppable. The Warden would travel with few else, save those two and her. He trusted them with his life, and he trusted her to the end. Why else would he agree to kill Flemeth and sire this child?

She remembered him with great fondness. Those moments of passion, like when he was running, running up towards a madwoman's ashes through dragons and fools, only to stop before the end to kiss her fondly, leaving her star struck as he charged onwards. Moments of meaning, as he taught her that though survival is important, humanity was made to LIVE. That beauty was not to be overlooked, and while one could merely survive alone, one could not live if not helped by others. He did help her, and she was happy to be at his side, happy to save his life. And the nights of heated passion weren't that bad either. Fantastic even, for one of his age.

...And yet, he acted so much older than he looked.

Her attention was caught away by a shadow coming over the hill. She stood, her staff at her side. She wouldn't change shape, not with the baby inside, but she knew more than enough to defend herself. It was only a matter of choosing. The shadows of the forest concealed his form. Yet she notice something: a presence, something that she had thought she had forgotten about, something that she didn't mean to forget. And as the intruder stood before her, she could see the details now: Scale armour, his swords at his back, reddish-brown hair, pointed nose, light beard, tall, handsome...

"I knew you'd be somewhere around here." The man's voice was soft, suave, yet experienced.

The witch's staff fell from her hand. She rushed to embrace this man, the man who meant the world to her, the man that saved her life many times over.

"...Travadox..."

[Wolf-Raven]

"You're looking well." The Gray Warden said "I'm glad you're coming along nicely."

"Would i be any other way, Warden?" The witch said

The Warden, Travadox, laughed "I'm glad to see you too Morrigan."

The witch smiled, sitting beneath the tree "I'm sure you wish to stay, would you not?" Her voice had all the leisure it always possessed, yet a trickle of hope came from her voice.

"Not entirely." Travadox said "I've come to tell you certain things that you may not wish to hear."

Morrigan's heart leapt, fearing the worse.

"I don't know if you know this, but Alister has named me his advisor. But also, i possess the title of Warden Commander. Or at least i used to, but forsaken it to find you."

Now her heart brimmed to the man who would leave such a position for her.

"But Morrigan, i am leaving this world."

It was almost a disappointment to hear that. She already knew that to begin with.

"Well of course you will." She said with her usual wit "Everyone does."

"I mean this in a different context." Travadox said "Where i come from is a place where there are many things different than in this world. I came here seeking an escape from that world, but duty has called me back." Travadox sighed sitting beside his beloved, who was now slowly seeing what was happening here.

"I come from another world attached, in some respect, to yours. I am not of this world."

"Did you not have family here?" Morrigan asked "Weren't they killed?"

"The Couslands were my family in heart and name, but not by blood." Travadox explained "Though i have not lied to you: my actual parents died much the same way as my foster parents."

"Then...you aren't noble?" Morrigan remembered when she first met Travadox, right after the tower at Ostragar, and how he said he was noble born, able to be ransomed just as high as a king.

"That is true as well." Travadox said "I wish not to tell you too much, as it may destroy in your mind the person you know and love. Just know that i am who you fell for."

"First," Morrigan said, "I want answers. I'll respect your secrecy as to who you are, but there are still some things i want answered."

"That's fine." Travadox nodded

"Why have you come for me?"

"I suppose you have not heard what has happened with the Darkspawn."

"They haven't been a bother."

"They attacked again." Travadox explained "The Arl of Amaranthine was swarmed by darkspawn. Darkspawn that could talk...that...seemed almost...human."

There was a silence as a slight fear crept into Morrigan's heart.

"Ogrhen is dead, and after he died, i worried for you..." Travadox said "I wanted to see if you were safe."

"I wonder also, my dear..." Morrigan said "How old are you actually."

Travadox gave a number, and the number was truth; truth that shocked Morrigan

"How did you live that long?"

"There are ways other than to possess a younger body like our dear Flemeth." Travadox explained "I have owned this body for all those years."

"Impressive. And yet you still have all the...prowess...from your life."

"Well, with age comes experience." Travadox smiled, putting a loving hand on Morrigan's cheek "I also came here for a second reason."

"Yes?" the witch asked earnestly

"I would take you with me, but certainly this world is not ready for my kind." Travadox said, reaching into his pack "However, i am delivering these to those who roamed with us during the Blight. You are the last to receive them."

"The last?"

"Hardest to find, more like..." Travadox smiled, and gave her a folded missive. Written upon it were a list of minerals, not uncommon, and instructions most thorough indeed.

"Follow those instructions, and they will lead you to me." Travadox said, and moved to get up. Morrigan was quick with her hand, sliding it into his. The Warden looked down, smiled, went back down to the ground and kissed Morrigan deeply. The kiss grew until both were entwined passionately, like the days before the Archdaemon was slain.

And so Travadox stayed with her throughout the day and into the night, rounds of talking and lovemaking, knowing that this may be their last night together. Morrigan did not question him about who he really was, as in the moments together it mattered not. She fell asleep in his arms, content and warm and safe.

When she woke with the dawn, he was gone, a rose in the place of where he lay the night before.

~T.S.Millar

[Frakenbourrough]

Interesting, it was a really good Dragon-Age fanfic. I would like to read a bit more. However, you repeated some words right after each other near the beginning which sounded wierd and put me off a bit. Also, the name Travadox was a bit stupid. I guess I shouldn't be talking though, my character was named Boonswagger.

[Wolf-Raven]

At 6/22/10 10:35 PM, Frakenbourrough wrote: Interesting, it was a really good Dragon-Age fanfic. I would like to read a bit more. However, you repeated some words right after each other near the beginning which sounded wierd and put me off a bit. Also, the name Travadox was a bit stupid. I guess I shouldn't be talking though, my character was named Boonswagger.

Awe crap, Repeated words? It seems to be the one thing i'm bad at.

Well, it's all a matter of perspective name-wise. I mean, Yeah, if you say Boonswagger without any real gumption, then it's lack luster and lame. Then again, all writing is a matter of opinion anyway, but the repeated words are something i don't like and can do something about...

[Deathcon7]

Aside from the deviated characterization of Morrigan, I agree that this was a really entertaining, albeit brief, DA:O/A fanfic. Your choice of character was really good too. A lot of fanfic writers tend to try to stick to their own character and ruin the story. The challenge, I think, you faced in this was trying to show Morrigan's love for your warden, while balancing her character. I don't think it worked. I think you shouldn't be afraid to make Morrigan harder. Oh, and she definitely wouldn't refer to sex as "lovemaking." Just saying :)

And perhaps I'm wrong. In my game, I never saw a soft-side to Morrigan. If you did, awesome, but please no spoilers.