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sakurabunnie · 6 years

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Here’s a wonderful short story that @writingfromdaughterofathena wrote about our Wardens Amarth Mahariel and Breanna Cousland. Since they made nearly the same in-game decisions we came up with a world state where they both were recruited. :3

Amarth was bleeding, his muscles sore and his vision blurring. If he took too long, the archdemon could regain some amount of strength and attack, ending them all. The to be King and Queen of Fereldan couldn't last much longer, not in this fight. Wynne was struggling too. Amarth and Breanna were the only two on their feet now. Amarth looked at his sister, his comrade in arms. She was his family, bonded to him by the taint of the Wardens and the fury of battle. As she looked at him, he swore he'd do anything to keep her alive. He wanted to keep Zervan alive, knowing he deserved better. He wanted Leliana alive to go on and adventure the world. Maker, If Amarth was honest, he wanted everyone alive even if it meant he didn't get to be.

"Amarth, I can take care of this," Breanna said, tightening her grip on her weapon. "I can do this and you and Alistair can live-"

"I can't allow that," Amarth said. Flashes of Morrigan's face, burning candles lightening her features. Whatever they did, whatever that ritual was, whether it worked or not, Amarth couldn't allow Breanna to take the final stab at the archdemon. If it didn't work, if Morrigan had lied just to spend the night with Amarth, he couldn't allow her to die. Alistair and Fereldan needed her more than they needed him.

As Breanna started to take a step, trying to reach the archdemon before the elf, Amarth shoved her back, throwing her completely off balance. She fell back, only a few feet away from Alistair and Wynne. Amarth unsheathed his sword and ran for the archdemon. His throat tightened as he heard his sister yelling for him, calling out his name, for him to stop. Amarth couldn't stop, his feet slamming against the stone as hard as his heart was pounding against his chance. Whatever happened, whether he lived or died, he was going to end his Blight for his family.

As Amarth's sword crashed into the skull of the archdemon, Amarth could faintly hear the screams of Breanna and Alistair behind him. He could imagine the sound of Zevran's voice calling for him, begging him to stop it. He could hear his family, the ragtag bunch of companions he had collected all screaming for him to stop. But he couldn't. He couldn't let the Blight finish off Fereldan. He was a Warden. He was a former slave. And he'd be damned if he didn't finish his job. Because if he didn't do his job, there would be a price to pay.

As his blade finished off the archdemon, a bright light and force surrounded Amarth. He was blinded, just like when the mirror exploded. The force caused Amarth to be thrown off his feet and tossed twenty feet away from the archdemon. When his back slammed against the stone, Amarth blacked out.

"Amarth! Amarth! You better wake up this minute or Maker help me-"

"Mi Amor- Amarth?!"

"Leliana, Alistair! Hold back Zevran and Breanna! I can't heal him with those two crowding!" The sound of commotion stirred Amarth from a dreamless sleep. His whole body ached. It felt as though he was thrown from the top of Fort Drakon and left there for a day or two. But the warming sensation of familiar healing spells made the pain less intense. A groan came from him, quiet and barely there. The healing spell got more intense, as though the healer was now more concentrated on healing the broken parts of Amarth. Again, he groaned and tried to open his eyes. He regretted opening his eyes. Wynne was staring down at him, a gold tint around her. Maker, she was calling on the spirit to help her heal him. Amarth tried his hardest to move away, to get her to stop. He couldn't allow her to use all her strength on his stupid heroics. But his wiggling made the pain worse and heard the older woman snap, "Stay still, child. You're going to hurt yourself more."

"Amarth?" A woman called. It was the same voice calling him to stop.

"Mi Amor? Is he okay? Wynne-"

"Breanna, Zevran, hush," Wynne snapped. It wasn't much longer before Amarth could sit up on his elbows. He first saw Alistair, staring at him as though he was seeing a walking corpse from Redcliffe again. Then Breanna, slamming against his chest and hugging him. Maker, his ribs hurt, but he let the girl hold him. While the noble girl was hugging him, Amarth looked up to see Zevran, his lover, holding back tears but still smiling.

"Idiot!" Breanna shouted. "You almost got yourself killed! You can't always go and play hero like that!" Amarth huffed.

"And I couldn't let you nor Alistair die for the Blight." Breanna moved away, scowling at Amarth before relaxing. Her frown turned into a smile as unshed tears stayed locked away. "You're still an idiot. You scare everyone. We thought you died."

"I probably did die," Amarth said. "For maybe five minutes. How long was I out?"

"Two hours," Zevran said. Amarth went pale.

"Oh," was his response. It didn't take long before Breanna and Zevran were both helping Amarth up, slinging an arm over their shoulders to help drag the living Warden from the tower. Mostly, Amarth's feet dragged against the ground, not really able to lift them and not minding being held by Breanna and Zevran. Of course, Alistair had offered to help, but Breanna refused to not be by Amarth's side, not now. Zevran was just as possessive, if not more. Amarth had heard him growl Alistair away. The only one more excited about Amarth's survival was Breanna and Amarth's shared mabari. The poor boy was apparently howling up a storm until the Wardens returned from their final fight.

When the coronation and celebration of the Blight came, Amarth still wasn't completely healed. His left arm was wrapped in a sling, horizontal across his chest. Breanna and Alistair were told that a proper wedding would be given once the celebration was over, and Breanna had asked Amarth to be Alistair's best man. Of course, he couldn't refuse, not wanting to let his sister down. He would have to make a speech, but that would all come later. Right now, all he had to do was stand in the warden's ceremonial armor, standing in the background as the new King and Queen of Fereldan were named. Amarth could see his companions all cheering in the crowd, and when Alistair announced him the Hero of Fereldan and Champion of the Blight, all he could do was bow.

Breanna was gleaming as she knighted the elf, asking him to be commander of the King's forces, if not for a time. She knew he couldn't stay forever, but for a time, Amarth could resist staying with his two friends. He accepted the position and was then granted a boon of his choice. And what did he wish for?

"Land for the Dalish, your majesties," Amarth said. While he'd never be Dalish again, maybe if the people had land of their own, another child wouldn't be stolen and bear his same fate. If the Dalish had their own land, they would be mostly safe. When the ceremonies were over, when things calmed and the chaos of the day was over, Amarth was laying, reading in bed beside Zevran when a knock was at their door. Amarth got up and was met by the Queen.

"Come in, Lady Cousland," Amarth said, instincts telling him to address her by her new title. The woman smiled and laughed. "It's still Breanna, Amarth. No formalities."

"Of course." Amarth closed the door. "Is there something you need?" Breanna was smiling and wrapping her arms around Amarth. The elf tried to hug her back with his one good arm. Amarth could hear Zevran laughing, joking about not being apart of the hug.

"How did you survive?" She asked. Amarth sighed.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Amarth said into her shoulder. "I need to tell Zevran first. Alone." Breanna sighed and nodded.

"I understand," she said. "I'm just glad you're alive."

"As am I," was all Amarth said. The Queen shortly left, demanding the full story tomorrow right after breakfast. Amarth agreed. But first, he planned to ravish his lover after telling him of what he did to keep his life, and the promise he vowed to Morrigan. Don't go looking for her or the child.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #amarth mahariel #my characters #breanna cousland #breanna fanfic #she wrote it on discord and said i could repost it here. :3c #also since there are two wardens that means there are two mabaris! :D #Barkspawn and Da'len the mabari! :D

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