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Rated T for violence and descriptive content.
I am dying.
I knew that it would come to pass sooner or later. I would be lying if I said that I didn't hope for later. I would have preferred much later, however, that doesn't seem to be in The Maker's plan for me, as I stare at the man that has taken my life.
His once beautiful amber eyes are haunted now. I can see that the horrors of the tower never left him as they have never left me. He looks exactly like I remember and I am a little surprised. His armor is less polished then it was in the tower, and his frame is leaner. There is a haggard look about his face that makes him even more handsome.
Alistair warned me. I swear he did. He told me to be careful because there was a mage-hunter out there. I laugh even now because I am the hero of Fereldan and one mage hunter can never hurt me. I got so cocky that I forgot one mage-hunter can kill me. I am reckless.
I should have listened. However, I know that we all have to face our fate someday. Today just happens to be mine. I remember the lesson Flemeth taught me on the fickleness of fate. I can't help but think she was right for a crazy woman.
I look down at his sword; the one run all the way through me. I can still feel the fiery throb of pain. I know this pain very well as I get hurt a lot. I smile because this is rather ironic. Leliana will sing of this as a tragic love story. I think it is rather fitting. I am a mage until I die. I don't actually want to die. I think about life.
Sadly, even if I wanted to, I can't heal myself. I find it hard to heal around a sword that is still impaling me. I know that my time is limited and for that I am grateful. I am grateful that I don't have to make a trip to the deep roads or worry that I will become a brood mother. I am grateful that I helped save Fereldan. I have many things to be grateful for.
Most of all I am grateful to him. So grateful, that I smile even though the world is turning gray all around me. I smile even though I can hear him screaming. I can't understand a word he says and I don't want to. I think it might cheapen my death if I could understand him.
I am happy to be here in this moment with him. I don't care how it came about. I know how it is going to end and I am content. I love him and he doesn't know it. I am sad that he will never know, but that is something I don't really have to worry about now.
I am dying, but it's alright because the last thing I see is his face.