Chapter 1: Change
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Adjusting to life in Nevarra was easier said than done for Zea 'Rook' Thorne. She and her ragtag group saved the world by killing two elven gods, sealing away Solas, and ending the sixth and final blight. Life as a Warden prepared her for life on the move, not staying in one spot. She spent the better part of her life camping under the stars, training new recruits, and fighting enemies alike. Everything still felt surreal, even two months out. Accepting Varric and Harding's death were impossible to come to terms with. Especially Varric. In dealing with the aftermath of a world ending war, her own mental struggles and her Wardens responsibilities, she was now fighting an illness.
One particular morning, Emmrich noticed.“Darling, are you alright?” He questioned observing her aversion at breakfast. “You've scarcely eaten in the last 2 days.”
“I'll be fine, just a little nauseous.” She assured him with a little kiss. “A handful of Wardens have been ill recently. Antoine believes it's due to the blight changing, so he's been working on remedies with Flynn.”
Emmrichs expression darkened.
“Your illness worries me, my dear. To think it could be caused by this changing blight is... unsettling. I wish to aid you anyway I can,” he conveyed, combing his hand through her copper tinted hair.
“I know. I promise to share any news we find.” Rook stated as she helped clear breakfast.
As they continued to ready for the day, Rook off to her Warden duties and Emmrich off to speak with Myrna about the start of the new semester and other matters, she envied the ease he had slipping into his old rhythm like a familiar robe. Though his sabbatical was anything but a vacation, Rook knew he missed the mundane of an everyday routine. The way his enthusiasm would soar for the lecture halls, his excitement palpable at the chance to mold the minds of future mourn watchers. Even as his face contorted in displeasure at the increase of students, made her giggle. How his eye would well up observing Manfred as he prepared for his studies as an apprentice.
The biggest difference was in Emmrichs appearance. When she met him for the first time, he was tall with wiry muscles, forearms covered in gold with an air of sophistication. Now, Emmrich seemed taller. Gone was the wiry build, replaced by leaner muscle and broader shoulders. His grave gold fit more snugly upon him, his clothes accentuating his stronger, more athletic build.. Though lessons had yet to start, even the students had taken notice, much to Rook's chagrin. She was certain he was aware of the stream of rumors surrounding him and speculations concerning the new change. He would just shrug with an air of nonchalance
Rook returned home late that evening, her body sore from having fought back darkspawn and her ongoing illness. As she approached the door her nose was bombarded with a most pleasant scent that only grew the closer she approached.
“Ah. Darling, you're home!” Emmrich shouted, still out of sight.
Taking off her coat and boots, she walked briskly towards the kitchen. Emmrich was huddled over the sink as Manfred stirred a pot on the stove. Her heart swelling at the sight of her little family as she watched in aw as Manfred moved about to chop some veggies. She turned her gaze towards Emmrich, still facing the sink, admiring his well toned physique. Just as Rook opened her mouth to speak, a strong, pungent smell assaulted her nose. She quickly covered her nose and mouth with one hand while the other wrapped around her abdomen. Eyes viciously darting around the room, seeking the source of the foul smell. Her eyes landed on the culprit. Manfred was chopping an onion.
“An onion?” The disbelief at the source was startling.
“Dearest?” Concern laced in Emmrichs voice.
Rook fixed her gaze to him as he strode over to her in 3 quick steps. Just as he reached her, the pungent scent hit her once more and she bolted towards the toilet. Dropping to her knees, she emptied what little was in her stomach. With her head resting on the rim, she felt Emmrichs hand rub along her spine.
“The nausea lingered all day and hit with bouts of dizziness. Davrin had to force me to sit down a few times.” Rook explained not moving. Slowly lifting her head, tilting towards Emmrichs direction, eyes shut
“Dinner smells wonderful. Though I fear I won't be able to eat it if Manfred adds those onions. Think they've gone bad or something.” Rook finally opened her eyes only to be met with a confused face staring back.
“My dear, I only purchased those vegetables this afternoon.” He spoke. His eyes scanning her face as if trying to read her.
Her own confused expression matched his. “I'll inform Manfred not to add the onions and place them away out of sight and smell.” He stood after reassuring her. As he turned to leave, “some ginger tea should help alleviate your discomfort.” Rook stood, nodding as she rinsed her mouth out.
A week later, the nausea was an unending nightmare. It would start in the morning, grateful that it didn't always lead to Rook bent over a toilet, yet, left her unable to consume anything until it passed. It was most disheartening when her stomach would betray her after a nice meal with Emmrich. The dizziness was less predictable, hitting when she least expected. During drills, walking, or even just standing still. During one excursion, Rook felt like the undead she moments ago dispatched of. Davrin accompanied her as they trained new warden recruits deep in the wetlands. He sent the fledgling wardens to scout ahead as he turned his attention to Rook, who was bent over, hands on her knees attempting to catch her breath.
“Rook. What's going on?” Davrin asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “You look like you're about drop any moment.”
“I don't know.” Rook uttered between breaths “I haven't been feeling like myself in weeks. Everything smells wrong, my body doesn't feel like my own.” She explained, trying to piece together an answer for her predicament. “I thought it would pass but it seems to be getting worst.”
Davrins expression changed little.
“There's been more wardens getting sick or displaying weird symptoms. Go talk to Flynn or one of the other healers once we get back to Lavendel”
“If it's related to the blight, there's nothing they can do right now. Though Antoine did say my symptoms were a little different than the others.” Rook stated as she stood to her full height.
“What do you mean?”
“Despite everyone being nauseous, I'm the only one puking their guts, inconsistent dizzy spells, and weird body aches. Though I don't have any boils like some Wardens”
“With this blight being so unpredictable, I'm surprised the joining hasn't changed or caused someone to grow a second head” At this, Rook laughed.
“Come on before those recruits get killed.”
A rare day with no Warden or guard duties, Rook was home alone. Emmrich and Manfred were out for the day, thus giving her a chance to finally leave her mark here. Despite the one floor home being much bigger than his apartments, it still felt more like his and not theirs.She didn't have much in the way of personal items, less to carry and quicker to move when out in the wild.
As she cleaned and reorganized the kitchen, it gave Rook a chance to reminisce on the past few weeks. When she agreed to move in with him, she was surprised at how quickly he sold his small apartments and bought a cozy house just outside the Necropolis. However, she spent little to no time at home unless Emmrich was there. Just like her time spent at the lighthouse, she never sat still even when there was nothing to do but wait.
She needed to be moving, somewhere on an adventure. He was the only person that truly kept her grounded, especially if it meant being underneath him. Nevertheless, she wanted to make a home with her Emmrich and dammit, she was gonna try. As she cleared the remnants of breakfast, her thoughts wander to her time in the Fade Prison, the shock of learning four weeks of her life were gone, the night she spent with Emmrich in his apartments before the final battle.
That night she remembered fondly. How their limbs tangled together, soaked in the after glow of their lovemaking. His arms wrapped tightly around her as if endeavored to meld her into his skin.
Reluctantly, he relinquished her to help clean up the evidence, after he showered her honeyed skin with a myriad of kisses. The way his hand had glided across her lower back whenever he passed her as they dressed. How his lips sought hers after every sock, under garments, or trouser were attempted on. Only for those trousers to had barely reached her hips before they were dropped once more. By the third attempt, they had made it up.
Once they were both cleaned and dressed, the couple sat down to enjoy some tea, seated across talking about anything and everything. As a comfortable silence befell them, steam from her tea tickled her nose as her eyes roamed, taking in the small space. How his books encapsulated the entirety of the room, the bedroom door being it's only obstacle. The door to his lab where she imagined the many experiments and researches he conducted there. Forgetting the world had been on the brink of destruction beyond the walls.
Emmrichs voice broke through her musing.
“Rook. Zea.”
Her real name on his lips always sent a warmth throughout her. Her fellow Wardens called her 'Thorne' or later on 'Rook'; very few knew her name so hearing it was unexpected. However, when Emmrich began using her name, she felt seen. As if he could see a piece of her soul only she knew, her name meant only for his lips to form.
“Yes, Emmrich?”
He placed his cup down, walking over to Zea's side, dragging a chair with him. As he sat, he guided her cup down to the table and wrapped her hands in his.
“My darling. My dearest heart. My Zea.” He whispered in between soft kisses to her knuckles. “I was such a fool. Maudlin over my own mortality, only to bare witness as you vanished before my very eyes.” He looked up, his gaze locked with hers, eyes glistened with unshed tears, “the thought of losing you was unbearable. To have lived it...” He trailed off as his voice faltered. “My heart ached in ways I haven't known in decades.” He grasped her hands tighter.
Zea managed to free one of her hands and cupped his grief-struck visage. Thumbing away his fallen tears, fighting back her own.
He took her hand that grasped his face, turning as his lips brushed against her palm. Planted tender kisses along her palm line
“I love you, Zea. I won't lose you again, darling.” He vowed.
She stood, pushing Emmrich until his back was flushed against the chair he sat on. Straddling him, the chair creaking under the added weight, she cradled his face. Her lips leaving a silent promise upon his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. Zeas mouth collided with his, her own unspoken vow sealed. As his arms wrapped around her, securing her firmly against himself. Their kiss broken when she pulled away. Face still held in her hands
“Whatever happens tomorrow, Emmrich, I love you”
“Come what may, my desire is to spend the rest of my life by your side.” When he buried his face in her ample bosom, the warmth of his breath seeped through her thin shirt, fueled her growing heat throughout her body....
The intense nausea drew Zea back to the here and now. With the arduous task, cleaning the kitchen sink vanquished, she gripped the edge as her breakfast threatened to resurface. She hurled the contents of her stomach over the freshly cleaned basin, the sour burn of bile filed her nose, she mentally cursed at another fine meal ruined.
As if the violence of the nausea wasn't enough, the room began spinning.
She slid down to the floor, her back against the cabinet, eyes shut tight while beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. Chest rising in controlled breaths as she tries willing the onslaught away.
Unsure of how much time elapsed as Zea opened her eyes, her dizzy spell had passed but the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach lingered.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” She hissed out, slamming the back of her head into the cabinet. She reasoned now was as good a time as any to seek a healer. However, should she go to one in the necropolis or to another warden? Zea pondered over her options as she slowly found her footing.
Deciding to leave Emmrich a note, informing him of her whereabouts should he return ahead of her. After signing her note, she grabbed her gear and headed off to the Hossberg wetlands.
Chapter 2: Pulse part 1
Summary:
Zea is in for a mild wild ride
Notes:
I had fun writing this. Though it got away from me in terms of length. This is not going in the direction I thought and I love it. Hope you enjoy ^^
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Emmrich,
I’m heading to the wetlands to speak with Flynn.
This sickness, doubtlessly caused by the blight, needs a warden's eye.
I hope to be back before you see this. If not, know I am alright and we
will speak when I return.
Yours, Zea
Stepping out of the eluvian, Zea rushed past Holden, the merchant, and his daughter, Mila, unaware of the shouted greeting as she hurriedly enclosed upon Flynn's cabin. She made her way into the makeshift cabin, which to her dismay, was absent Flynn. Instead she encountered a mage woman, small for an elf, with curly greyed hair. Zea recalled crossing paths with the mage during her early days as a Warden. Glances were exchanged, but never words. Age had settled in the lines of her face. Now, the slender elf spent her days as a healer, surprised she hadn’t left for her calling.
“Maybe the Wardens calling no longer…,” Zea pondered. “Thoughts for another time.”
The tiny elf turned to her..
“Ah, Rook. What can I do ya for?” A rustic Ferelden accent greeted her.
Zea was taken aback. This mage knew her name but embarrassingly, she didn't know theirs.
“I'm sorry. I don't-” her words were cut off as the room spun and she began to lose her balance.
In a flash the elf woman was by her side, short arms steadied what they could of her thick frame. A quick point of the chin to a nearby corner, Zea followed the elf's lead shuffling together towards a shabby looking cot.
“Careful now, girl. Sit here and tell me what's wrong.”
As Zea sat down, she leaned forward, head in her hands.
“ I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling well for weeks and it seems to be getting worse.” The mage fluffed up a pillow and gave another chin nod to lie down on her back.
“What are your symptoms?”
“Besides the nausea, I can hardly keep anything down. Dizzy spells, body aches.”
“What kind of body aches?”
“Lower back.” Zea paused for a moment. “My...breasts hurt, not unlike when my bleeds occurs.”
Starting at the top of Zea’s head, the elf woman waved her hands in a small circling motion. A calming blue light emanated accompanied by attentive head nods as Zea continued listing her symptoms.
“As I'm sure you're aware, Rook, there've been a lot of Wardens getting sick. Nausea seems to be the starting point.”
“I remember seeing you at Weisshaupt years ago,” Zea suddenly said “Apologies, but I don't remember your name.”
The mage's hand worked its way down Zea’s body towards her stomach and down her legs, stopping briefly at her feet. A smile crept across the elf's face.
“My name is Alma,” She answered, her hands hovering, making their way back up Zea' body. “I'm not surprised you didn't know my name. Our paths never crossed long enough to warrant it.” She stopped moving her hands just below Zea’s navel.
“Well, Alma, it's nice to officially meet. Though, I wish under better circumstances.”
“Believe me, I've met folks in worse situations than this.”
Zea’s body felt hot too hot–she realized, thus the cooling sensation from Alma's magic was welcomed. It was as if a raging inferno was being suppressed. Just as she began enjoying the cooling magic, Zea noticed Alma's eyes widen in alarm as she quickly removed her hands and turned away towards a nearby table.
Zea bolted up, concern etched in her voice
“What's wrong? What did you find?” Alma turned back towards her with an indescribable look.
“Rook....” The silence lingered in the air, heavy, for too long. “You're pregnant.”
The words hit like a gut punch.
“You're joking, surely,” Zea snorted. “Seriously, what did you find?”
Alma stared at her stoned face.
“I am serious, Rook. You are pregnant. At least12 weeks.” Zea’s ears began to ring. She shut her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.
“No. No no. That's impossible. Grey Wardens don't get pregnant. No.” She frantically stood up and began pacing the cabin, hands fidgeting as she picked at her nails.
“I assure you it's not entirely unheard of.” Zea stopped dead in her tracks, perplexed, she turned to face Alma. “Many years ago there was a rumor of a Grey Warden falling pregnant but she lost the babe not long after.”
“What!”
“Many years ago.” Alma repeated, “no one knows who it was.”
Zea continued her pacing
“Rook. There are ways to deal with this if you so wish.” She started. “However, I must express the significance of what this could mean for the future of wardens should you carry to term.”
Zea heard Alma continue but nothing stuck. Her mind was swirling. She needed to speak with Evka soon. “Thank you, Alma. I need to go.” With that she hurried out of the cabin door, barely hearing Alma shouting.
Zea started toward the dilapidated castle. It was mid-day and Evka should be back from her morning patrol. Despite being formally granted the title of First Warden, she still did grunt work. Especially with fewer Grey Wardens left, work had doubled for everyone. After making her way up the stairs to the main hall, apologizing to Holden and Mila for unintentionally ignoring them, she moved further towards the end of the hall. Approaching, Zea spots Evka in the dead end room that was acting as her and Antoine's office. Evka noticed her as she neared.
“Rook. What are you doing here?”
“Hey. Do you have a moment to talk? In private.”
“Sure.” Evka led her to an empty courtyard behind the office walls. Once alone, Zea began to pace.
“I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just gonna say it. I'm pregnant and I...I don't know how.”
Evka, not missing a beat.
“You don't know how?” She cracked in response. Arms folded across her chest.
“I know HOW, Evka. That's not the point.” Surprised by her own outburst, Zea groaned. “We're wardens. This doesn't happen.” She waved her hand erratically, gesturing towards her stomach.
“Ok Rook, relax, we can figure this out.” The humor disappeared from Evka's voice as she uncrossed her arms. “When did you learn of this?”
“Just a moment ago. Came to see Flynn but they weren't around so I went to Alma.” She ceased her pacing “She looked...disturbed.” Zea confessed. “She also mentioned how years ago there was a rumor of a pregnant warden”
At this, Zea noticed the change in Evka's expression.
“Evka?”
With a heavy sigh Evka started.
“It's true. I know because it was me.”
Eyes blown wide, Zea was left speechless. “I was a warden for a few years, Antoine and I were newly married, and we believed it couldn't happen so we were anything but safe.” Evka moved towards a nearby wall and leaned against it. “During a fight with some darkspawn, I realized something was wrong. I didn't notice the blood as it was mixed with the blood splatter from the darkspawn...or the pain.”
She paused for a moment, tears welling. “By the time we made it back to the nearby village, it was too late.” A single tear slowly descended down Evka's face. “The healer there helped…finish what my body couldn't.” Evka took a deep breath, “The worst part? Despite its small size, it was deformed as if corrupted by the blight itself.”
The word had come out in a rushed breath.
“Corrupted.” Zea couldn't think straight as Evkas words replayed intrusively in her head.
“How far along are you, Rook?” Evka's voice halted her spiraling long enough to answer.
“...12 weeks.”
“12 weeks? You're further along than I was, I think.”
Zea walked over to the wall Evka was leaning on, threw her back against it sliding down until her knees were against her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them.
“What do I do? I don't want to be an experiment. I don't even want others to know in case something happens.” Burying her face in her knees, she counted to ten, trying to calm her breathing. “Maker, what am I going to tell Emmrich?”
Against her will, the dam broke as tears burned down her face. What was she to do? End it so the child wouldn't suffer? Let it continue, daring to hope?
Her thoughts were an incoherent, jumbled mess. Her nails dug into her thighs, threatening to draw blood. Drowning in worry, she forgot Evka was near until she felt a reassuring hand on her knee.
“Rook. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know this,” Evka began. “Just know you are an outlier as there's no information on Warden pregnancy.”
“That doesn't make me feel any better.” Zea retorted with a sniffle.
“I know. This blight isn't normal and we Wardens feel the difference. No matter what you decide, Rook, you'll have my support but you must choose soon. Who knows how this will progress” Evka expressed with apprehension.
Zea nodded, lifting her head as she wiped away tears.
“I survived under the First Warden, hordes of darkspawn, and two ancient Elven gods only to be brought down by a bizarre, blighted pregnancy,” Zea quipped.
“You're not down, just in uncharted waters. As we all are.” Evka stood, her hand reaching towards Zea. “Go home and have a long chat with the professor.”
“Thank you, Evka and....I am sorry for your loss.” She uttered, taking the outreached hand.
“It's ok, Rook. It was many years ago. There are moments when I still think about that time but thank you.”
Zea made her way back to Nevarra through the eluvain later than she realized. It was still early evening so Emmrich should be done with the last of his meetings and was sure to be home. She didn't want to return empty handed, especially with such a heavy topic to discuss. She made a brief detour to one of Emmrich's favorite bakeries, purchasing two sweet cheese stuffed croissants.
Deciding to walk home from the bakery was no short trip. However, it gave Zea time to be lost in her head. Walking the cobbled paths she had become accustomed to as her body made twists and turns absentmindedly propelled her home. Taking in the bold colors of flower beds that lined around the different homes and walk ways. A stark contrast to the heavy overcast.
She made a mental note to speak with Emmrich about planting some lilacs and heliotropes along their home. As she continued to walk, her boots clomping against the stones, she mulled over the details, replaying her conversations with both Evka and Alma.
“Alma was shouting something as I left. Should I have gone back to talk with her?”
Her steps halted just before reaching the front door, a major miscalculation had occurred.
“12 weeks? That can't be right. That would place conception during my time in the Fade Prison.” She looked down, placing a hand just below her navel unsure if the bump she felt was hers or the sign of new life. “Unless Solas did some weird elven magic shit, there's no way.”
With a deep breath she unlocked the door. Upon entering the home, she was greeted by a jolt of horror. She had left her sick in the sink. Quickly taking off her coat and boots, she jogged to the kitchen, grateful to have made it home before Emmrich. Placing the treats on the table, she equipped herself with a pair of gloves among other supplies and went about cleaning her mess.
Zea’s mind ran through the events of the day for a fifth time. She wondered how much of herself had changed without her noticing. Despite not feeling like herself, understandably why, dread began clawing at her heart. It didn't take her long to rid the basin of her evidence. Once cleaned, she left the kitchen and headed towards her bedroom.
She illuminated the darkened room with a few lanterns, her eyes searching until landing on what she sought–a tall mirror standing in a corner on the far side. Hesitantly, she proceeded towards the looming mirror, fearful of her own image. Very little frightened Zea. Not the wrath of the First Warden and nobles when she disobeyed orders to save that village, not blighted dragons nor even the gods themselves. She faced them, head held high with everything she had.
Now, she stood in front of the mirror, her eyes shut, unsure of what she'll see. It had been some time since she last looked upon herself truly–mentally listing off what she remembered. Her wavy copper tinted hair, ample breasts, the soft pudge of her waist, The curve of her hips and thighs.
She silently pleaded that nothing had changed. Stripping down to her underclothes, she stood upright and opened her eyes. To her relief, nothing had changed… much. Starting from her breasts, they felt heavier than she remembered and they hurt like hell. Zea knew that tender breasts were a sign of pregnancy but didn't realize it would hurt this bad. She then slowly guided her hands down her body, resting her hands on the small swell of her belly. With her shirt off, she could clearly see that the bump was indeed evidence of new life within her.
“Oh, fuck,” she cursed poking and prodding at the bump. “Maker knows how you came to be. I only hope...” her voice trailed, afraid to finish her thought out loud. “You better not come out with elven ears or so help me I’ll tear down the fade myself and kill that bastard.”
Walking across the room to the connected washroom, she ran the water for a bath. The events of the day had made her feel icky. As the water ran, steam quickly enveloped the room. The persistent ache of stress was making her wish she had paid closer attention to the combination of herbs and poultices Emmrich would use for a more relaxed time.
Taking her underclothes off, she lowered herself into the hot water. Despite the growing heat within her, the water felt amazing against her skin. She didn’t know what it was. This wasn't a heat of passion or illness. This was deeper within, akin to being burned from the inside out.
It reminded her of the joining ritual. Having drank a concoction of magic and darkspawn blood was deplorable. A thick, monstrous flavor heavy with the taste of mineral, ore, and death. After 15 years, not even Harding's worst dish could make her forget the thick liquid as it seeped into her body. The burn began in her throat and rapidly spread throughout her body, eyes on the verge of popping. The pain was so intense, she blacked out. Having survived, where others didn’t, she was officially a Grey Warden.
Zea leaned back against the far end of the tub, positive Emmrich would chastise her for how hot she made the water. However, it was preferable to the gnawing heat growing within. Either way it was one more item on the list for discussion. Once settled in the bath, she shut her eyes. Unaware she had fallen asleep.
It was dark. She could hear nothing. Yet, felt a pulsing sensation permeating around her. Searching in the pitch black for the source, she caught sight of a dimmed red light slowly pulsing through a closed door.
Her body moved on its own, weightlessly gliding towards the light. Like a beacon calling her near, the light grew brighter. The door suddenly disappeared, melting away into a pile of blighted blood and pus. Her body floated over the threshold into a corridor. Dread rose in her throat like bile. The pulsing light was red lyrium. The blighted mineral covered the small corridor from floor to ceiling.
The area was unrecognizable, yet the lyrium lit a spark of nostalgia. She couldn't explain how she knew but she was in the deep roads; or a twisted version of one. Normally the deep roads would be enormous tunnels, spanning in all directions. However, this one was smaller and only led in one direction.
As her body continued to traverse the unyielding blighted deep road, the rhythmic pounding of the red lyrium grew the deeper she went, faster and brighter. Finally the corridor had come to an end and she found herself in a wide open cavern, nearly identical to the one containing the titan heart she and Harding had found. Only instead of a giant heart in the center it was replaced by an angry, massive red orb surrounded by increasingly pulsating red lyrium.
All at once the lyrium ceased its cursed beat. The silence was deafening. There was a shadow Zea could barely make out contained in the strange sphere. Something felt familiar. Calling to her. Suddenly it began to vibrate, the red lyrium surrounding the room followed suit. Whatever was inside this monstrous orb was emitting a powerful aura that drew her closer. Almost hypnotic. Then it moved, violently, and she doubled over in pain.
She opened her mouth to scream but was met with silence. She turned to flee but found her exit blocked. Returning her gaze back to the orb, it continued to move violently, every time sending an unbearable wave of agony through her core. Looking down, her abdomen began to swell, to her horror. She dropped to her knees, face contorting from the intense pain, holding the side of her rapidly expanding belly. She felt her skin stretch, ripping, by the sudden change. A crimson liquid seeped from her stomach and between her legs. Her throat raw from the soundless screaming until…
Her eyes shot open. Everything was disoriented. Her ears rang with the fading sound of her screams. She tried to move but couldn't. Finally she heard him.
“ZEA!” Emmrichs voice was laced with a fear she had never heard.
“Emm...rich?” Her blurry vision landed on him still in his coat.
He was holding onto her shoulders with a vice-like grip, sleeves soaked through. As her vision cleared she looked around, realizing she was still in the bath. The water had turned cold despite the ever growing inferno inside her. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest, her breath was uneven. It was a nightmare but it felt so…real.
“Thank the Maker.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Are you alright?” Voice calmed, his grip loosening. “ I returned home and your screams were echoing through the house,” he released her arms. “I found you here. You were thrashing about and...” His voice faded looking down at the water.
Following his gaze, she realized the water was a deep scarlet. Confused and panicked, she tried to stand but found she had difficulties doing so. Emmrich grabbed onto her elbow and hand to help her up as she braced herself with the other hand on the side of the tub. She felt heavier than before entering the tub.
Finally on her feet, she winced as Emmrichs grip on her tightened. She turned to him and saw his face contorted in horror. His eyes refused to meet hers. Following his gaze once more, she was met with a shocking sight. Her abdomen had grown significantly. Her breath hitched in her throat as she placed a shaky hand on top; Warm to the touch despite the chill of the water. Uncertain if the low pulse she felt was her imagination. Letting out a shaky breath, she turned her gaze back to him.
“Emmrich.”
He didn't respond. His gaze fixed on her stomach. Instead he tugged her arm, motioning her out of the tub. His trembling matched her own.
As her wet feet landed on the cold stone, the scarlet water pooling around her. Emmrich still hadn't spoken a word, finally broke his trance and turned away to grab a towel.
She replayed her nightmare in her head. Unsure of its meaning or purpose. Her hand rested on her belly still, feeling a low pulse that was definitely not her head. For the first time in her life, her mind was blank.
When Emmrich returned he wrapped a large towel around her shoulders. Zea observed him, trying to read his ever changing expressions; Fear. Anger. Sadness.
“Emmrich,” she uttered softly as their gaze met the shimmer in her eyes paired with his. After what felt like an eternity, he swallowed hard and spoke.
“Are you in any pain?” He asked, rubbing his hands up and down her towel covered arms.
“I…I don’t think so.” She answered looking back at the blood stained tube.
“We must get you to a healer.” He adjusted the large towel, wrapping it under her arms and over her chest. “I don't know what is happening-”
“I do.” cutting him off. “I'm…”
“If you're going to say what I believe...that would be impossible,” he uttered incredulously. “There is also the fact that you were not like this when I left this morning.”
“I know.” The air stilled with the unspoken words between them. “There’s a lot we need to discuss”
She moved away from him heading back towards the bedroom. He followed suit, removing his wet coat. Discarded on the floor near the washroom. Her hands on her lower back trying to adjust to the sudden weight change. Abandoning her towel, she sat on the bed, naked, leaning back on both hands. Her face twisted by the discomfort in her belly. Realization dawned on her that in her predicament nothing she owned would fit.
“I'll have Manfred grab some larger clothing for you. Then we shall make our way to a healer.” Emmrich declared as if reading her mind.
He knelt in front of her between her knees. Under any other circumstance, this would be most welcomed.
“Not tonight.”
“What?”
“Emm…” She sat up wincing. One hand on the side of her belly.
“My dear, I understand your discomfort. However, I must insist. Something is clearly amiss and what if something occurred in the middle of the night?” He placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the low, unnatural pulse. His other hand on her knee, thumbing circles. Locking his gaze with hers “Please, Zea. I can not bear to lose you, not again.”
She closed her eyes as she took a slow and deep breath. Upon her exhale she gave her answer.
“Ok.”
Chapter 3: Pulse part 2
Summary:
Zea is having a very long day. Thing might be looking up....maybe
Notes:
I wanted there to be a bit more dialogue in this chapter. I'm not great at it but I tried.
Chapter Text
Picking up his discarded coat off the floor, Emmrich departed the room to give instructions to Manfred to inform Myrna that an emergency had occurred and she should expect them soon. Alone, Zea rose from the bed, wrapping a blanket around her still naked form, slowly pacing in front of their shared bed. A large king size in the center of the room with the headboard fleshed against a wall opposite the doorway to the hall. The blanket delicately dusted the old, worn carpet peaking out from beneath the bed.
Her footsteps were silenced by the carpet; a stark contrast to the blaring noise in her mind, a sought-after connection between the bizarre nightmare, what was physically happening to her and the conversation with Evka. “Corrupted” flashed across her mind like a warning. Shaking her head, banishing the phantoms that besieged her mind to begin anew.
“Antione would know more, he had to know something by now,” she reasoned. Given he and Flynn were investigating the anomalies associated with the changing blight, she needed to speak with them. She needed answers before things got any worse.
She halted her pacing abruptly and shut her eyes. Fighting back the bitter sting of her besotted tears. Maker, she hated how easily they would come. Betrayed once more by the wild storm of her emotions as the first stream of tears burned down her cheeks. The ever annoying blaze that grew with every passing moment wasn't helping either. Everything was falling apart before she could even find her footing on normalcy.
“Fuck. What is happening to me?”Looking down at her blanket concealed abdomen.
Frustration boiled in her chest causing more tears to fall as she clutched the blanket tighter around her frame. She had better control than this, yet, in the less than 24 hours she had no more of a handle on her emotional state than when she punched the First Warden during the siege at Weisshaupt. Not that he didn’t deserve it. However, it wasn't her finest moment and one she would regret if only for the simple fact that she would never forget the disappointed look on Emmrichs face.
The bedroom door swung open, disrupting her chaotic brooding as Emmrich returned with a tray of food in one hand and some clothing draped over his other arm. He placed the tray down on the nearby end table and the clothing on the bed. Moving in closer to him just as he turned in kind to embrace her. She failed to wipe away the evidence of her betrayed emotional state when she buried her face in his neck. His presence kept her from spiraling deeper, his warmth, his scent, every single fiber of his being made her feel safe. Words were not her strong suit. The pretty words he would use to express how he felt , made her melt. Yet, jealousy would rise as she lacked the same flare.
So much had occurred in such a short time frame, her body was exhausted. No matter how much she wished this was a dream, the settle movement within reminded her that this was indeed real. There was still much to be done and discussed first.
“My dear, You must eat something. I was also able to procure some clothing that should accommodate you better for the moment.” He pointed out cupping her face and brushing the tip of his nose to hers before planting a soft kiss upon her lips. Thumbing away her remaining tears.
“I’m not hungry right now but thank you,” she muttered. “And for the clothes.”
Breaking away from his hold, she reached for the clothes, an old Watchers apprentice attire. Dropping the blanket, she caught from her peripheral Emmrich’s eyes graze over her naked frame as he slowly lowered himself on the bed. As she dressed the shirt was loose as it could be, accentuating the bump even when not tucked into her trousers. Her fingers glided down the side of her swell, briefly reminiscing. Just that morning, she was preparing to leave her mark on their home finally. Now, her future was even more uncertain.
“It itches,” she whispered, sighing heavily.
“That's understandable. The sudden change caused your skin to stretch unnaturally.” Her nose flared with a deep sigh as she glared at him.
“You have questions. I'll tell you what I know but it's not much”
“Shall we start from the top? I sent Manfred to request a carriage-”
“I can walk.”
“We need to discuss what’s happening and I would prefer strangers not be privy to our conversation.”
“On that, we can agree.” She sat down on the bed not facing him.
“Besides, it would behoove us both to be on the same page.”
Finding the word difficult to utter, she shut her eyes, counting backwards from 10 silently. Before she reached half way, his hand was wrapped around hers.
“I know. Besides the obvious, I sensed its life force when I touched you”, he explained. “Except you're a Grey Warden and led to believe infertile.”
“Not entirely impossible. Lucky me huh?” She sighed heavily
“I don't understand. When did...this happen?” He asked, looking down at her.
She launched into recounting the events of the day. The intense sickness from the morning, her trip to the Lavendal, the information she received. At this, Emmrichs jaw dropped
“What?”
“Yea I was just as surprised as you. No one knows who this warden was.” Keeping Evka secret.
“There's more.” Emmrich suspected.
“Yes. The time frame I was given couldn't be right. It would mean conception happened during my time in the Fade prison.”
At this Emmrich stiffened
“With what just happened, things are obviously progressing faster than normal,” she expressed. “This has to be related to the blight corruption and not Solas.”
“My word.” He said breathlessly. He quickly stood up “Right. The best course right now is to get you to a healer so we can assess what's happening. Perhaps there is a way to slow down the growth.” Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Manfred had returned with the carriage.
The ride itself was quick, yet slow enough for Zea to inform Emmrich that she had bought some sweats for him earlier.
“Ah. Yes, I did notice the bag. It is still where you left it. We can indulge when we return.”
Zea nodded.
Despite being the one to initiate the conversation, ‘what ifs?’ went off in her mind. What if she was dying? What if their baby was? What if it wasn’t human? What if there's a whole litter inside her? As if sensing her stress, Emmrich placed his large hands over hers and squeezed. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Slow. Deep breaths, my love. We will arrive momentarily and Maker willing, we’ll have some answers.”
Answers to which questions? She wondered. Taking a moment to cease her mind’s endless thoughts, she examined Emmrich wearing a simple green and gold sweater as his coat was still wet from when he found her a few hours ago.
The carriage arrived at the Necropolis. Not an unusual affair though the late hour had drawn in curious onlookers. The driver, though visibly annoyed at the last minute request, was tipped handsomely as compensation.
Emmrich helped her descend the carriage and moved his tall frame to the side, blocking the view of others the best he could. Wrapping his arm around her waist, ushered her towards Myrna's office. It was not far from the entrance thus taking no time to reach, grateful there were less wandering eyes the closer they approached. Myrna was standing by the door to her office, hands clasped in front of her.
“I received your note, Professor.” She stated, moving to hold the door open. “Quickly now.”
The couple quickly moved past Myrna into the office
Once all were inside, Myrna locked the door and led everyone to the back room that was set up like a clinic.
“Now, your note spoke of an emergency…” Her voice trailed off as Zea had come into her line of sight. Myrna's eyes shifted from Zea to Emmrich and back to Zea. “Well. This is certainly a development.”
“It’s a bit complicated. I need a thorough examination,” Zea stated.
If Myrna had any reservation, her face gave nothing away; she simply nodded and with a wave of her hand showed Zea where to lie down on the examination table. Getting up there was harder than she wanted to admit. Once settled, Emmrich stood by the door with Myrna’s back to him.
“Lift your shirt and try your best to explain to me what's happened.”
Zea exhaled slowly.
“Found out I was pregnant, came home, took a nap, woke up like this.” She stated. “I have an idea of what’s causing this rapid progression.”
“You woke up like this?” Myrna probed.
“I…I had a nightmare…about red lyrium,” she revealed. “It felt so real. The energy from the lyrium and the…the pain.”
“What pain, Rook?”
“From…” She swallowed hard, “my stomach being ripped open from the sudden growth.”
Zea turned her head slightly towards Emmrich. His hair was rumpled, eyes tired with worry and horror, his hands were clasped so tightly his knuckles were white.
“Do not worry, Rook. I will do my best to aid in any way.” Myrna began waving her hands over Zea's stomach. A bright green energy released from Myrna's hands as she placed them on Zea abdomen. The low warming sensation seemed to match the low pulsing she felt within. Myrna’s head tilted sideways slightly
“Hmm.” Emmrich and Zea locked eyes.
“What is it, Myrna?” Emmrich asked for the both of them
“This child. I can already sense they will be a very powerful mage with an affinity for corpse whispering and…” Myrna paused for a moment, her eyes narrowed. “Interesting. It would appear your child will have an affinity for two types of magic. One I am unfamiliar with.”
“Unfamiliar magic?” Emmrich voiced
“It must be old magic.” Myrna stated. “Unfortunately we won’t know until the child’s born.”
“Fascinating.” Emmrich responded, a little too excitedly.
The two senior mages were momentarily distracted by such a discovery; they were blind to subtle changes in Zea’s demeanor.
All the sound faded in the room as Zea’s ears started to ring and the room began to tilt. Observing Emmrich and Myrna mouth moving but all she heard was the unusual ring of the blight in her blood; louder than the echo she heard destroying the blight eruption. Swallowing hard, she gripped the side of the table trying to ground herself, eyes shut tight to prevent her world from flipping. The pulsing quickened as the heat grew.
A sharp inhale through her teeth followed by a pained groan. Myrna’s hands flew off of her as she let out a rushed exhale. Squirming on the table, a hand grasped her shoulder.
“Zea! What’s happening?” Emmrich’s voice pierced the cacophony in her head.
“I… I don’t know. It’s…it’s like my nightmare.” She spoke through gritted teeth. One hand gripped her belly. Fingers dug in silently, willing the torment to end. However, the pulse continued to build as she white knuckled gripped the table with the other hand. “Like.. it’s trying… to…to claw out.” she let out through laboured, uneven breaths.
“Myrna, do you have anything to stop this?” Emmrich voiced with urgency.
“I can not give her something without knowing the cause. It could inadvertently make things worse.”
“Please….Anything…To stop…this.” Zea whined now turned on her side in a fetal position. Panicked by roaring heat steadily growing; like being boiled from the inside out.
Emmrich placed a hand on her swell, feeling the violent movement within her. Suddenly the movement and rapid pulsing began to subside. After a few moments, Zea’s breathing began to even out, the ringing faded as she let a heavy sigh escape her lips. The chaos vanished as quickly as it started while the silence encapsulated them.
“Guess someone just wanted… daddy’s attention,” Zea quipped breathless, breaking the tension lingering in the air.
Emmrich released his own long sigh, afraid to relinquish his hand off her belly, he placed his forehead to hers.
Myrna clearing her throat forced the couple to turn their attention.
“As much as I would love to help, I can not do much at this hour. The best course is to return in the morning when more experienced healers are awake,” Myrna explained. “You should also speak with your fellow Wardens as this could very well be caused by the blight coursing through your veins, as you so believe.”
“You’re right, Myrna.” Turning his attention to Zea, “we should get you home, my dear. Some rest will do us both good.” Emmrich stressed helping Zea sit up. His right hand firmly planted on her abdomen.
“I apologize for not being more helpful.”
“Nonsense. We know more than when we first walked through those doors.”
“Emmrich’s right. Thank you Myrna.” Zea winced as the pain slowly dulled.
“You are most welcomed. Oh there is one more thing I noticed during the brief exam.”
Zea’s body stiffened with anticipation.
“Worry not. Your babe, despite the rapid growth, appears healthy and strong,” Myrna declared. “I know this may not be the right time for this but were you able to relay the information from our meeting, Emmrich” Myrna asked. Zea looked confused between the two mages.
“Ah. I had not. The events of the evening moved so fast that we scarcely had a moment to speak on anything else.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I promise to explain all once we are rested and of sound mind.”
Reluctantly, Zea agreed.
Giving their thanks once more, the couple made their way out of the Necropolis and onto the cobbled stone road towards home. Fewer people were out than before which meant a quiet walk home in the comfortable silence arm in arm.
Though they were given relatively good news, Zea couldn’t help the unease she still felt. Why was she feeling a raging inferno rising within her in tandem with the low throbbing emitting from her womb? What was this unfamiliar magic Myrna sensed? Her mind filled with unanswered questions.
Lost in her thoughts, she was unaware they made it home until Emmrich waved his hand over the door unlocking it. He helped her remove her coat and boots and turn to do the same for himself once inside. With his back turned to her, she grabbed his sweater and moved in closer, resting her forehead in between his shoulder blades.
“I know you’re worried and scared. So am I.” She started. “There’s so much unknown about this and I….I don’t know what to do.”
Emmrich leaned gently into her.
“It’s not the first time we’ve had to deal with a situation no one else has ever. How many can say they fought and survived against three ancient Elven gods.” He drew in a deep inhale, “though witnessing your torment these past few hours has…plucked a melancholic string upon my very soul.”
“Dealing with the elven gods was different. I had the skills to fight back.” She withdrew from him and he turned to face her. “I can’t fight this with those same skills.” Looking at her hands as she balled them into fists. “I didn’t mention this earlier but there’s been this sensation growing within me. I feel as if I’m gonna burst into flames or worse,” she paused, feeling the ever familiar sting of tears making their presence known. “Turn into some kind of darkspawn while giving birth to a new type of archdemon.” She inhaled a shaky breath. Emmrich moved in closer. Encapsulating her in his long arms.
Like the crumbled ruins of Weisshaupt, she could hold on no longer. The stress of the day, learning of her pregnancy, the fire steadily growing, her nightmare, the uncertainty of her future. Hard and ugly sobs soaked through Emmrichs shirt. She wrapped her arms around his waist, his head resting against hers as his own tears fell in her hair.
“Fear not, my dearest heart. You are not condemned to tread this alone.” He asserted. “If I could take even a sliver of the burden away, I would not hesitate.” Pushing away from her just enough to rest his forehead to hers. “Let us get to bed and rest. A clear mind will help us in the morning.”
Still holding onto each other, they moved to the bedroom, stripped down to their small clothes and crawled into bed. Emmrich held her from behind resting a hand in the space between her breast and stomach. She grabbed his hand pulling him closer. The cool sheets were a welcomed contrast to the internal heat. Terrified of sleep but too drained to allow it to take over, her body's exhaustion won out and sleep had her in its grasp.
Chapter 4: Anew part 1
Summary:
Uh oh. The plot thickens and things get....sticky.
Notes:
This was a struggle to get through. I wanted to do it right while trying not to be too graphic and my own self doubt. Either way I hope you enjoy. This has been rewritten and redone so many times and probably still needed a look over from new eyes. I'm like 75% happy with it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
An open field of white petaled flowers, shrouds kiss, as far as the eye can see. Zephyr winds gave waves to a sea of white and green under a bright, blue sky. Surprised by the sheer amount, Zea found peace amongst them. Out in the distance she barely made out two figures facing the horizon in the same field. Her body, carried by the wind itself, moved towards the figures gracefully through the field.
Broad shoulders, refined posture, lean waist, pinchable tight-ass, his long, sturdy legs. She knew.
Emmrich.
The wind picked up its gust twined with her quickened heart, hurtling her towards him. He partially turned as if he felt a presence behind him, turning back slightly to confirm. The momentum ceased as the very wind carrying her pushed past with such force it ripped the petals into a flurry of white flora. His handsome face, his hazel eyes, dapper mustache, the aged lines of laughter and years, gone. A blank slate.
Why was his handsome face gone? What did this mean? Subtle movement next to him drew her attention away.
The other figure was…Her, also devoid of features. Her violet-blue eyes, her scars. Gone.
Her faceless self was cradling something small. Cautiously she moved closer as her eyes landed on a small child, who appeared no more than a year old. Jet black wavy hair with mismatched colored eyes that held a spark of curiosity in each. The child held her gaze and simply shot a toothless grin, waving their little hand. A warmth radiated through her at the small gesture.
The faceless turned, walking away. Zea reached out to stop them but couldn’t move.
“WAIT!” The desperation in her voice startled her.
A hand on her shoulder nearly had her jump from her skin. The voice that followed had her fallen to her knees.
“Hey kid, no rush. You’ll see them soon.” Varric stepped from behind her at her right side. Strolling from her left was the one touching her, his cadence had her weeping.
“See. I told you she would freak just from the touch.” An all too familiar wit laced with humour. Uncontrollable streams of tears caressed her cheeks. Her voice lost to her as she watched the four figures disappear into the distance…
Her eyes fluttered open, staring at the off white ceiling. A depressing scene compared to previous, ears wet from the freshly shed tears sliding down. A calmer dream than her last. Was it a dream? Varric hadn’t entered her dreams in weeks and it’s been years since he graced her thoughts at all. She swallowed hard and placed a hand on her swell. Looking down she noticed the swell had grown once more over her few hours of slumber.
“Fuck me.” She whispered to herself, tossing her head back into the plush pillow. Turning her head, an empty bed greeted her, cold with a hint of fading warmth to the touch.
“Where did he disappear off too now?”
His tall frame sauntered into the room, silently answering her. Fully dressed, in usual garb, he was holding a bundle of clothing.
“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” He probed.
“As well as I can, considering,” arms stretched out. “Though I had a more peaceful dream. I think it was a dream, it felt so real. Ah, there's also this.” She threw the covers off her, watching as Emmrichs eyes threatened to pop out. He dropped the bundle and in one long stride he was kneeling by the bed.
“How is this possible?” He wondered softly, brushing his fingers lightly over the new swell. Suddenly her stomach tightened and she inhaled deeply.
“Are you in any pain?”
“Not really. This is nothing compared to yesterday. The little demon really wants to make their presence known.” Grunting as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Please don’t make jokes. We have no idea what is growing within you.”
“Well, we at least know it’s healthy. Also we have stop calling our child ‘it’.” She let out in a strained voice attempting to sit up. Having no time to adjust to the added weight made moving difficult. Emmrich stood and grabbed her arm, assisting her.
“Are we certain it’s healthy?”
“Ok first, stop calling our child ‘it’. Second, why would Myrna lie? Despite the brief exam, if she sensed anything else out of sorts, she would have said so.” Still holding her arm as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
“She wouldn’t. I…Apologies.”
“Right now the most concerning matters are this growing heat in me and how fast things are progressing.” voicing as she stood up.
“You’re right. Which is why my focus has been on your well being-”
“And whatever is happening in the Necropolis?” Curious and itching for a good fight despite her condition, she interrupted him.
“ …I’m afraid not. What’s happening in the lower levels is important and must be dealt with swiftly. However, my priority at the moment is you.”
“That hasn’t stopped us before.”
“You also weren’t carrying something that could possibly kill you or as you said, turn you into some monstrosity.”
“Emmrich.”
“No. I’m sorry, my love. I must insist that our focus remains on the impending arrival of…” He hesitated, eyes lowered away from hers.
She cupped his face, gently turned him until she could see the growing shimmers in his eyes.
“Neither of us are prepared for this and the way you found out.” she released his face and placed her hand on the center of his chest, feeling his heart pound faster through his button down shirt. A weary sigh escaped her parted lips, “I’m sorry you had to see that, it was not what I had planned. A waste of sweet croissants.”
“I must confess I had indulged this morning. They were quite delicious.” He smiled sweetly.
“Glad you were able to enjoy them.”
“Though they would have tasted sweeter under less…Distressing circumstances.”
He took her hand off his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. “I’ve gathered a variety of clothing for you.” He revealed bending down to pick up the dropped items. “Though some might be unattractive.”
“Well as a possible broodmother, unattractive is great.” She jested reaching for the stack of clothes. He gripped her wrist, halting her outstretched arm, his eye a blaze with earnestness.
“That wicked tongue of yours is one of your many…Talents that can undo me. However, I must implore you to take this matter seriously.”
“I am. Despite my body screaming that everything is wrong. ”
“You just appear rather..calmer compared to last night.” He relinquished her wrist allowing her to pick out an unflattering dark green short sleeve dress. Its soft fabric gave the illusion of comfort.
“I feel…Lighter given the situation. That’s a good thing.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she waddled to the washroom, one hand on her lower back.
“Good? A blighted child that we have no idea will even live past its first breath.”
“To be fair, that scenario can happen to anyone unfortunately.” She retorted looking back over her shoulder.
Upon entering the washroom, the sight of a cleaned tub brought back the vision of last night. Emmrich was close behind, hands caressing up and down her arms. She wasn’t sure if the smell of iron was in her mind or just persistently stuck in the air from hours ago.
“While you slept I took the liberty to clean up so you wouldn’t have to see the horror left behind.”
“I have no idea why there was so much blood. Maker, this was the worst way to find out something this important.”
“It is a sight I wish to never behold again.” He declared, planting kisses to her bare neck. “Tell me about this pleasant dream you had.”
“I will if you tell me what is going on in the Necropolis.”
With an agreement made, Emmrich left the washroom, allowing Zea the privacy to do her daily routine the best she could in her condition. Once completed, she slipped into the dress with surprised ease. Though the dress made her appear like an over ripped grape, it was the most comfortable she had been in days.
She made her way to the kitchen where Emmerich had a fresh bowl of cinnamon oatmeal with cut fruit waiting for her.
Seated across one another, she began recalling her dream. Their faceless counterparts, the child with mismatched eyes, the two surprise visitors. She omitted the warning from Varric. Unsure if it was a warning at all, the last thing she wanted was to give her necromancer anymore to worry over. His eyes bulged in pure astonishment.
“Fasinating. It sounds as though you’ve had a prophetic dream of sorts. Though, who was the other voice you heard?”
She stared at her half eaten oatmeal, searching the sweet, creamy cereal for an answer. Not wanting to reveal too much, she placed both hands on the table and answered him.
“He was my mentor, my brother. He took me under his wing when I first joined the Wardens.” She choked back a sob. “He died years ago.”
“Taken by the calling?”
“No.” She didn’t utter more for fear of reliving those painful years. His large hand reached across the table to envelope hers.
“Say no more, my love. Thank you for sharing what you have.” His low syrupy voice always warmed her to the core.
Squeezing his fingers, she promised to explain more about her past and former mentor once the current predicament was resolved.
As if ignited, the inferno began to rise as her belly tightened once more. Shutting her eyes and taking deep breaths, Emmrichs grip never loosened. Feeling the intensity of his stare as the heat pulsed for what felt like hours, yet, only lasted mere seconds and began to slowly settle.
She let out a low frustrated groan.
“Maybe you should tell me what’s happening in the Necropolis on the way to Lavendale.”
“Agreed. I’ve already sent a missive out. Evka will be expecting us.”
Finishing breakfast, Emmrich grabbed his staff, keenly aware of how relatively safe the crossroads were after the gods' defeat. Nonetheless danger still lurked and with his beloved in no shape for proper combat, he needed to be ready. She grabbed a hooded cloak to obscure her secret to the best of her ability. Emmrich launched into the details during their trek from Nevarras eluvian into the crossroads.
Rumors of demon activity in the lower levels of the Necropolis were no surprise. However, these were scattered and showed up in areas where demons were harder to conjure due to the heavy wards.
A few weeks later it was discovered to be a distraction. An old forgotten library that dated back to the Ancient age, over 1000 years ago, had been ransacked. Books were scattered about with pages torn out of a few. The missing pages all referenced the first blight. Other libraries and ancient tombs in various cities throughout Thedas, with scrolls dating back to that same time period were also ransacked. Venatori presents were found at every site.
Emmrich ended his recounting once they stepped out of the eluvian in the Hossberg wetlands. The small courtyard was scattered with a handful of Wardens busily about. Grateful to be hidden under her cloak as the two approached the side entrance to the dilapidated castle to Evka and Antoine ‘office’.
Evka greeted them with a warm smile.
“Professor. I wasn’t expecting your missive. Is everything ok?” Evka inquired.
Zea stepped from behind Emmrichs tall frame, taking note of the three other bodies facing away towards an alchemy table.
“We've had better days. Some healing poultice should fix this right?” Zea moved her cloak to the side.
An audible sharp gasp escaped Evka's lips. Antoine, Flynn and Davrin turned at the startling sound and in unison echoed Evkas bewilderment.
“Yea, this was definitely the reaction I was expecting,” glancing at Emmrich who merely shook his head.
“Rook!” Evka slowly made her way closer, her eyes locked on Zeas belly. “Wh…What happened? I…I just saw you yesterday.”
“That's why we’re here. Pretty sure the blight is causing this…Somehow.” Her hand resting atop her stomach.
“Mes dieux” Antoine expressed with his thick orlesian accent. “The blight caused this? Wardens have been going to the infirmary all night, the blight has been varying in its effects with each Warden. Their minds are not their own and the physical changes, De telles horreurs."
“Well I still have my mind…I think but you’re not wrong about it having a physical change.” Zea placed her other hand on her lower back. Taking a deep breath as the tightness returned and the throbbing quickened.
“Rook. Are you ok?” Davrin voiced with concern.
“No.” Simply answered, yet, sharper than she intended.
“We came here hoping you could aid us in getting to the bottom of what is happening. Perhaps stopping the rapid progression,” Emmrich began to explain.
She sensed it before it took over.
“Oh no.” She let out breathless, shutting her eyes tight and inhaling sharp.
Her heart hammered hard and fast in her chest, the blight coursing through her vein, loud like the rushing waterfalls in Rivine through her ears. The blaze inside her picked up like an unrestrained fiery tornado, sweat beads formed on her forehead. Her hand moved from her back to her stomach, tighter and pulsing in time with her quicken heart rate as she doubled over.
She didn’t hear her name being called, only a hand on her exposed forearm.
“Maker’s breath, Rook. You’re burning up.” She heard Flynn's voice simultaneously as their hand flew off her.
Her eyes still shut, she opened her mouth to speak but only a pain cry left her lips.
“GET HER TO THE HEALER QUICKLY!” Someone shouted. She was unsure who it was as it was mixed with the unnatural music in her ears.
“We…Touch her. My hands felt like they were burning.”
“We can’t…Leave her like this.” faded voices spoke over one another.
She gathered her strength to move on her own. Willing her legs to carry her to the cabin. Fighting the pain the best she could and failing. Suddenly there were arms around her. On each side, her arms were lifted over uneven shoulders and practically carried away with lightening speed. Evka, Flynn, and Davrin hot on the tails.
“Baise-moi, Flynn was right. She’s on fire.” Being so close she recognized Antoine cadence.
“Indeed. We must move quickly.” Emmrichs voice was the other, taking on the brunt of her weight. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone. However, she was powerless to do so.
They barely made it pass Holden and Mila before she let out another anguished cry. Stopping them in their tracks.
“DON’T STOP!” She let out through gritted teeth. No stranger to pain, yet, this was worse than anything she’d experienced thus far. However, the unsettling feeling between her legs made her uneasy. Emmrich and Antoine moved as fast as their bodies would allow. Her sweating profuse as it seeped through the two men's collar.
Antoine kicked open the cabin door with such force, Alma dropped an entire try of freshly cleaned medical utensils with a startled yelp.
“Andraste’s arse, Antoine.” The mage woman shouted with righteous rage.
The strong smell of iron and decay were enough to momentarily forget her pain and take in her surroundings. Antoine told no lie. Wardens lined up in all the cots. Boils and inflamed pustules littered most of the faces and exposed skin. Angry blighted veins throbbing through ready to pop skin, some already ruptured, oozing blood sizzling on the stone floor. The air filled with excruciating and anguished cries. A few were wrapped in small blight tendrils that sprouted from within them while others appeared as deformed darkspawns. Caught between an unfinished, painful transformation.
“Oh…My. This…Far exceeds anything I could have imagined.” Emmrich gasped
“What the fuc-” The sharp tightness brought her back to reality. Her breath hitched just as her knees began to buckle. Thankfully she was being held up by Emmrichs unyielding grip while Antoine's had begun to loosen.
“Apologise. We have an emergency.” The urgency in Antoine's voice made Alma take stock of the situation.
“Gods. Wh…What happened?” Alma shouted, running over to the three.
“Things have rather progressed rapidly and-”
“And it wants out. NOW!” Zea groaned through gritted teeth interrupting Emmrich.
“Oui and she is burning up. To the point that it is burning me, so can we please move.” Antoine hurriedly expressed.
Alma nodded fiercely, gesturing for them to follow. Davrin stayed outside to keep prying eyes away. The healer led the small group to the far back of the cabin, all the cots were occupied so Alma quickly instructed Evka and Flynn to prepare a makeshift bed with some straw and as many blankets as they could find.
Antoine had let her go, allowing Emmrich to take the brunt of her weight. The heat radiating off her was intense, as she jerked in grasp. Knees faltered from the profound agony coursing through her.
“I have you,” breath cool upon her blazing skin when he whispered in her ear.
He lowered her down gently on the swiftly made bed, trying to make her comfortable despite every fiber of her being wanting to burst out of her skin. Zea laid on her back knees up as she squirmed in pain.
Antoine was tending to a red mark on his neck from where Zea’s arm was resting while Evka saw to his hand where he held her wrist. Due to his high collared shirt and gloved hand, Emmrich was able to avoid direct contact with her skin, still he felt the heat oozing from her. Alma was hesitant to touch her, the heat radiating off Zeas body was the equivalent of standing too close to an open fire.
“Rook, I need to lie still. I can’t check on the babe with you writhing like this.” The mage healer instructed.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” Zea groaned. “It…It hurts…so…so much.” Suddenly jerking and releasing a horrid cry of excruciating pain as she shifted into a fetal position.
Emmrich and Alma gently turned her over until she was flat on her back. Lifting her dress up over her stomach, Emmrich's jaw tightened at the sight. Her stomach pulsed abnormally, even as angry, rigid veins strewed across the surface. She gripped his arm trying to ground herself as each pound sent shockwaves of anguish.
“By the gods.” Alma whispered breathlessly.
“Please…Just…Get. IT. OUT!” Eyes blown with terror by her form.
Emmrich noticed her chest heaving oddly and guided her through slow, deep breaths. His gloved hand brushed away the fallen tears she was too weak to fight against as he attempted to counteract the heat with his own magic with the other hand. Head pounding, hair disheveled and matted from the excessive sweating, wishing to whatever gods still existed to end her suffering.
With Emmrichs aid, they removed her sweat soaked dress, grateful for the partial privacy a wall gave. Left simply in her bra with a thin sheet that covered her lower half, she laid on her side permitting him to rub her back, his magic flowing to aid in relieving the discomfort. If only for a moment.
“I have to speak with Flynn in regards to the other wardens here. I’ll be back soon, your labour is progressing fast so it won't be long now.” Alma informed departing past the wall.
“What happened to not calling our child ‘it’.” He jested.
“You ass,” chuckling through another wave of painful contraction. “Don’t make me laugh,” groaning through it.
“I'm sorry. I only wish to ease your discomfort.”
“I know.” Squeezing his hand, “I couldn't…Do this…Without you here,” voiced in between shallow breaths.
“I will always be. No matter what awaits us, together.” He kissed the back of hand just as another powerful contraction hit her.
Flynn was informed on the other patients prognosis and Evka, tasked with boiling water, Alma made her way back to Zea with towels and fresh drinking water, preparing for the inevitable birth. The healer stopped mid stride, eyes widened in horror. Emmrich caught the fright flash across her face as he followed her gaze, taking in the alarming color of fluid between Zea legs, once again on her back. The scarlet liquid brought back vision of the previous night, only this was akin to a blight boil bursting. Thick, dark, with an ominous red glow seeping from within her. Without warning Zea abruptly sat up, one hand behind her as the other intertwined in Emmrichs in a vise-like grip.
“OH. FUCK!.” she roared, fighting her body from pushing as she threw her head back, letting out a pained moan.
Alma positioned herself between Zeas legs, placing towels over the blighted blood flowing out, and shouted for Evka to bring hot water and a sterile knife. Being careful, Alma prepared herself to catch whatever was about to grace this world with its presence. Emmrichs eyes flared green, ready to do whatever was needed to protect his beloved. He positioned himself closer with his free hand directly behind her for support.
All the background noise in the room faded. The rapid beating of her heart and uneven breathing as she pushed was all she heard. Her strength waned, the fire on her skin reached a crescendo as Emmrich winced from the sensation burning through his ungloved hand. Shutting her eyes so tight, a bright blast of colors blurred her vision. Veins spidered across her body and up her neck as she gathered what little energy was left for the final stretch.
Almas expression shifted from horror to alarm and finally, relief; A bright smile from ear to ear shot across her face. Suddenly the high pitch wails of a cry broke through the muffled sounds in Zeas ears.
She opened her eyes just as Alma held up a babe with matted black hair. A boy, covered in unmistakable blight pus and blood. Blinking fiercely at the wailing infant, barely making out Emmrich calling her name as her hearing slowly returned.
Alma placed the infant in Zea’s arms, immediately ceasing his wailing when she pulled him close to her chest. Turning to Emmrich, eyes no longer flashed green. His soft hazel returned, glistening with unshed tears, mouth agape. Their eyes met and simultaneously let out a breathy laugh.
“You did wonderful, my love,” planting a kiss on her forehead. “This is the most marvelous outcome.” Declaring as he brushed away his own tears.
She was silently collecting her thoughts. While this was the outcome she wanted, consternation tugged at her heart. This tiny human, whose existence she only learned of no more than a day ago, was bound to make life intriguing.
“Yea. Felt like I was about to burst out of my skin.” She glanced over to witness Emmrich cutting the life line between her and their son as Evka brought over some fresh towels and more water in a small bucket to aid in the cleaning.
“You’re no longer searing to the touch. However..”He traced a finger along the still visible veins on her skin.
“Maybe they won’t stay. Only time will tell.”
“Regaredless, I am terribly proud of you and so relieved I didn’t lose either of you to this cursed blight.” He grabbed her chin pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Cleaning up was done with relative ease after Zea passed the after birth. Alma noted how ordinary it appeared despite the disturbing birth. Zea was given a tunic and propped up to rest as she took in Emmrich giving their son his first bath. Davrin made his way in once she was decent, giving a cautious compliment.
“Does he have a name?” Davrin inquired.
Emmrich and Zea locked eyes and her gaze fell to the freshly cleaned boy.
Brushing her thumb across his chubby cheeks taking note of the two different shades of color in his opened eyes.
A smile crept across her face.
“His name…Is Alistair.”
Notes:
Translation (According to google)
Mes dieux (My gods)
De telles horreurs (such horrors)
Baise-moi (Fuck me)
Chapter 5: The calm before
Notes:
This took a lot longer to get through cause I've never written smut before and I really tried to get it right. I also didn't have anyone read the whole thing (My beta reader is currently unavailable for the foreseeable future) I apologize for any errors. So any thoughts and what not are welcomed as this will most likely change if I can get a proof read lol. Either way enjoy my attempt at a happy moment between them before stupid happens.
Edit. I added some new bits to make it flow a little better.
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Emmrich sent out word to the remaining Veilguards to gather at the lighthouse. They had some important news to share.
The days following Alistair's birth were uneventful as Zea spent an additional two days in Lavendel’s infirmary. It was agreed amongst those involved to keep the unexpected event quiet. With the venatori involved and the original blight strains brought up once more, Emmrich’s concern only grew.
Antoine asked that Zea stay in Lavendale a few days longer. Further tests on both her and little Alli were needed.Emmrich firmly said no, expressing the need for rest after a traumatic birth. Even as Emmrich fought against further inquiry and experimentation, he too was curious to know more of what transpired. Blood was drawn and further testing was needed to sate unanswered questions.
He and Davrin traveled to Nevarra for more personal items while Evka and Alma took turns watching over her. While Zea was healing quickly, the fact that the blighted veins, blue with hints of red, spread across her skin had not vanished was bothersome.
Alistair was affected by the blight. An odd five-sided birthmark on his lower back. Despite the rapid growth in the womb he was progressing as any other infant would. The two colored eyes of hazel and violet-blue were surrounded in grey. This discovery fascinated Emmrich. Through his many years of study, he had encountered only one other with the condition. An elegant, older woman he briefly exchanged pleasantries with in Orlais during his youth.
When they traveled from Lavendel to the lighthouse, Emmrich assured her that everything they would need was provided for. Davrin was waiting for them when the couple stepped through the lighthouse eluvian.
“Emmrich, I did what you asked. It’s all set up,” Davrin informed. A single brow shot up as Zea looked to Emmrich.
“Set up what?”
“The dining hall, Lucanis will most certainly be the first one here to cook. So Darvin and I took the liberty to get things settled. Thank you, Davrin.”
“Don’t mention it.” Davrin waved his hand dismissively. “It was nothing. I’ll see you two tomorrow. Can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they see this.” With that, Davrin stepped through the eluvian with a wave.
Zea and Emmrich made their way to his old room. She mused how long it had been since she last walked this corridor and how little time seemed to have passed. Once through the door, she marveled at how little had changed. As if the last two and half months spent away was just a dream and any moment someone would come barging in that they still needed to defeat the Evanuris. The little huff from her arms reminded her that this was, in fact, her reality. Emmrich motioned her over towards the hidden door that was his bedroom.
The hidden room was very different from what she remembered as she walked in behind Emmrich. The four post bed now moved further to the left, a few paces away sat a light emerald green bassinet with gold trims, a rocking chair and a table against a far wall full of supplies. Zea took in the room, mouth falling open slightly at the unexpected change.
“We’re only here for two days, Emm.” Still astonished while her eyes glossed over everything once more.
“I was hoping that we could stay a few days longer after. I believe we’ll be safer here plus it will give us time to come up with a plausible story and get our routine down with him.”
“I think that’s a great idea.” Agreeing as she inspected the bassinet. “Is this what you and Davrin were up to?”
“Yes. As I’ve said, everything we’ll need is already here. We also have to inform Manfred. He’ll be here in a few hours once his apprentice duties are done.” He continued. “There is one more thing you should know. I’ve placed a one-way sound proof barrier around the bassinet.”
Zea glanced at Emmrich giving a knowing smirk while she placed the now sleeping infant in the bassinet.
“One-way soundproof, huh.”
A mischievous grin crept across his handsome face as he pointed towards the barrier limitations, from the far wall to the hidden door frame
When her eyes landed on the bed, she practically lunged across the small space between them. Hands wrapped around Emmrich’s collar and pulled him down into a passionate kiss, welcoming his tongue. When he pulled away she was taken aback, mouth agape.
“As much as it would please to have you wrapped around me, you must rest. Your body has not fully healed.” Soft concern colored his words, holding her wrist still wrapped in his collar.
“Alma examined me everyday, including this morning. She was surprised by how fast I have been healing,” She looked down at her breast, aware of the tight pull on her casual Warden wear. “If I weren’t breastfeeding, you couldn’t tell.”
Emmrich pulled back further, eyed her up and down, taking in Alma's assessment.
As Emmrich undressed her with his eyes, he closed the gap between them reaching for the zipper that began at her collarbone. Slowly and methodically, he pulled down the taunt zipper, stopping at her abdomen. Observing his focused hazel stare as he slid a finger up her torso, tracing the veins up until he cupped one of her breasts, his eyes widened at the heaviness. Her violet-blue eyes fluttered shut when his thumb grazed across her raised nipple and a breathy moan escaped her lips. His hand began to recede and she gripped his wrist tightly, preventing him from doing so. She locked eyes with the necromancer expecting passion only to be met with his dreaded, worried visage.
“Darling, your skin…,” he said, worry etched in his voice.
“Is on fire…This feels different. I still feel like I’m gonna burst from my skin but in a very…” She bit her lower lip, eyes traveling down his body slowly. A coy smile crept across her face. “Very different way.”
His grip on her other hand loosened enough for her to free it. Placing a finger on his chest popping buttons from the bottom of his collar pin down. Her finger purposefully grazed his skin underneath each button, the warmth that grew between her legs begging for release. Thank the maker he wasn’t wearing his vest. No unnecessary layers keeping her from the treasure she sought.
Just as she reached his sashes, he stopped her once more, halting her hands with his. Her eyes shot up to meet him. Frustrated, she huffed.
“You better have a good reason.”
“I do. Considering what we just experienced, I-”
“You’re worried.” She interrupted. “We never had to be safe before. Never needed to.” The low hum of the fade filled in the brief space between them. “Good thing I thought about this. So did Alma apparently. She gave me some herbs that I could brew with tea. It will prevent any…unexpected surprises…” Leaning in closer, a hand clasped around the back of his neck, her lips brushed against the rim of his ear as she whispered “ …And I’ve been drinking a cup every morning for the last three days.”
He buried his face in the pocket of her neck, breathing in her essence as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Her hand tangled in his salt pepper hair. The heat oozed off her, enveloping them. It pulled him closer, his scent, sweet with a hint of woodsy, setting her ablaze even more.
Zea pushed him back until he fell seated on the bed. Breast fully exposed and nipples erect, she finished unzipping her top while he undid the rest of his shirt and collar pin, tossed haphazardly to the floor.
Lowering herself slowly in front of him, undid his sashes and fastening on his trousers. Observing as his hazel eyes were blown wide with hints of green flared. Her pupils doubtlessly matched his in its fiery intensity. Just as she was unwrapping the prize that was his straining member, he leaned forward cupping her face. He pulled her up to meet his awaiting lips, his tongue dancing within her mouth.
Pushing him back as he pulled her closer, refusing to break his hold on her lips. Once flat on his back, she adjusted herself so he was firmly between her legs. Slowly rolling her hips, slick seeping through her own trousers. Grateful for the lack of smallclothes, yet, regretted ruining her bottoms. Breaking their kiss as she sat up, feeling him stiffen more against the barrier of her trousers.
The unexpected thrusting of his hips had her tossed to the side in quick fashion. His weight pressed into her now on top with one knee parting her legs. Her hands pinned over her head with one of his large hands while the other traced a blighted vein brushing his long fingers against her breast.
“These blighted veins, my dear. Are a map to a fine feast.” He declared
A gentle finger traced along her torso until he reached the fastening of her trousers.
With a flick of his wrist, he bound her pinned hands to one of the diagonally posts. Both hands free, he quickly removed her boots and bottoms.
“I have no idea what enchantment has been placed upon me. I find myself consumed by a burning desire to devour every last drop of you.” Sultry words spoken in between kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh. Stopping just before her entrance as he breathed in her essence. His breath hot against her intimate sent the fire building over the edge.
“Look at me.” She snapped her head down, locking eyes. The soft hazel completely took over with a blazing green.
Without another word, he plunged into her entrance. Throwing her head back, eyes shut, breath hitched in her chest as she arched her back. She was halted by his long gold covered arms wrapped around her hips. The motion of his tongue along her slit, his lips around her clit sent her skin ablaze. Moans of ecstasy escaped her lips as the heat intensified with every shift of his tongue. Every jerk of her hips, his grip would tightened. Fist clenched, nails dug into her palms, surprised she hadn’t busted into flames with every peak. The damnable man really tried to drink her dry. Fear mixed with pleasure as the inferno within her intensified.
After a fourth, he finally released her. Her chest heaved as blissful moans escaped her lips.
“Good girl,” lust filled through his panting. He crawled over her trembling body, locking his lips with hers. Inhaling her own scent that engulfed his face. In the lingering silence, their breath slowly began to even out and become in sync. Their kiss broke, her eyes fluttered open meeting his reddened face and blazing green eyes once more.
“My dear…Your eyes are…Positively glowing.” He said in between breaths. The fiery intensity in his eyes dulled slightly. Hands now unbound, they immediately flew to cup his flushed face. Her thumb gently brushed across his messy mustache and lip.
“You brought out a fire in me that’s not satisfied yet,” a seductive cadence in her voice, heat rising once more. “I’ve seen that flare of green in your eyes during battle but never like moments ago.”
“Darling my fire merely matched yours.” He began, voice lower than normal. “The glow of my eyes is common for mages. However, you, my dear, are no mage.” Positioning himself fully between her legs. “The violet-blue in your eyes was icy and filled with hunger.” Hips began grinding against her, trouser just below his hips. Lifting her legs, she hooked her feet into his loose trousers, pulling them further down.
“You are far too over dressed, Professor.” A low groan from his chest made her feral.
His lips sought hers, their tongues dancing. Arms wrapped around his neck and a powerful jerk of her hips, they rolled over until Emmrich was flat on his back once more. Large hands found her breast caressing and massaging, fingers pinched her nipple. She hovered over him rolling her hips, deliberately teasing him. Blazing green eyes beseeched her as his cock brushed against her entrance. Slick coating him as she painstakingly lowered herself in her continued teasing. His large hand gripped her thigh, nails digging in, forced her down. The sweet stretch as he filled her to the hilt had her moaning into his kiss.
Every inch of her body was alight. Hips gradually picked up speed as she rolled them. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as he matched her pace, thrusting upwards. A hand on his thigh and the other on his chest to anchor herself, his heart pounded in rhythm with her own, drenched in sweat. They were in sync. Heat radiated off her mixing with the magic that oozed off of him. She threw her head back, eyes shut tight. Red and green colors strewn across her vision were bright and grew with the quickening pace. The low groan that escaped his lips sent her close to the edge. Grabbing hold of his wrist as his grip tightened on her thighs, her walls clenched around him. The stutter of his name on her lips as she finished was the push he needed as he emptied inside her his hips shuttering.
Their pace began to slow, grip loosened. She brought her head down, hair stuck to her sweat riddled forehead. The hazel in his eyes slowly returned. His expression was both satisfied and…bewildered.
“What’s wrong?” She asked breathlessly.
“Are you sure you have no latent magical ability?”
Perplexed, a single brow shot up and she tilted her head.
“A red aura radiated from you not unlike how my magic does. It intertwined with mine.” His hands caressed her thighs, Hands clammy against her wet skin. “A beautiful sight…if brief.”
Eyes locked with his, she was speechless.
“That’s…” voice trailing, she dismounted him, wary of what Emmrich saw. Seated next to him with her crossedlegged, hands folded in her lap. “Yet another thing we have to keep note of,” pushing all the air out her lung.
Emmrich shot up and wrapped his long arms around her tight.
“Forgive me. I understand that this, too, is yet another effect of this blight,” Atop her dampened hair he planted a kiss. She adjusted so her own arms returned his embrace, head resting on his damp chest “It truly was a beautiful sight. As if our energies were connected. The sensation was truly remarkable.”
Zea simply nodded against him. It was a phenomenal feeling and deeply unsettling for Zea. Their embrace held strong until the small cries forced them apart. Throwing on one of Emmrichs soft green robe that barely closed around her ample bosom, they swiftly cleaning up, Zea attended to little Alli while Emmrich finished tidying and dressing himself in his spare silk blue robe.
Emmrich held on to Alli, relinquishing only during feeding, took care of all his needs. The way he fused over and cooed at their son made Zeas heart burst with overwhelming love. Neither of them had time to mentally prepare for a child. Seeing the ease Emmrich had with Alli was a great relief to her. Not that she questioned his parenting skills if Manfred was any indication.
The next few hours flew by as they prepared for the inevitable talk with Manfred and the remaining Veilguard. Manfred was the hardest. Explaining where babies come from to a wisp of curiosity was challenging enough. Trying to explain how it happened in less than a fraction of the time? Zea would sooner fight 100 darkspawn.
Clattering footsteps approached the hidden door followed by an excited ‘hello’. Placing Alli back in the bassinet, Emmrich turned towards the door to greet the curious skeleton in the main study. It was decided Emmrich would speak with Manfred alone first. This gave her a moment with her thoughts.
How would the team react? They would be happy for them nonetheless. However, they would also worry. Bellara would hound her with questions the moment her eyes landed on her. The veins that spidered up her body, stopped just below her jaw as if grasping her very face. Once the shock of her news washed over the team she would ask Neve if she’s heard anything. The ransacked libraries and drastic changes to the blight were no coincidence, she just couldn’t figure out the link.
Manfred's boney feet clattering against the stone as he attempted the run, broke her pondering.
“ROOK!” A raspy squeaky voice heard from the other side.
“Wait, Manfred. Remember what we just spoke of? Stay here while I get Rook.” Emmrich opened the door as he finished his sentence
“Is he ready?” Surprised by the nervousness in her voice
“As ready as can be. No way to ease someone into this kind of knowledge, unfortunately.”
“Yea and we have four more to go.”
With a sleeping Alli in her arms, the couple finally introduced the new brothers.
Notes:
Thanks for reading. Again I apologize for errors and weird sentences.
Chapter 6: Meet me at the lighthouse
Summary:
Some more cute moments and information shared.
Edited for some clarity
Notes:
My sense of time is wacked. Feels longer than it actually was. I had more fun writing this than I thought. I have a hard time getting Emmrichs voice down but I'm trying. FYI things will be retconned in my world for certain events that happened within the world of Dragon ages cause I can. Again no beta reader and I try my best.
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Manfred took to Alli with ease. It was a wondrous sight as Emmrich assisted Manfred with supporting Alli head.
Zea excused herself for a much needed wash after their tryst in the sheets. The lighthouse had given Emmmrich his own washroom sometime during their ‘save the world’ mission. It always amazed her how the lighthouse conjured rooms, sometimes without even asking as if it just knew. The washroom entrance was just off to the far right of the room and was akin to a communal bathhouse with its large scale. The tube, if it could be called that, was the size of a mini pool.
She had the forethought to ask Emmrich to prepare the herbs ahead of time. Upon entering, she realized that Emmrich took the liberty to run the water and prepare her bath for her. The water had changed to a soft blue with scents of lavender, rose, and chamomile. Finding herself mildly lost in the aroma, she moved closer and stripped off the robe having worn nothing else.
Lowering herself in the bath the water was warm against her skin. Her body no long felt alight the way it did the last time she attempted to bath. Listening to the soft murmurs of Emmrichs voice and Manfreds excited hissing on the other side of the door was soothing and brought her comfort. However, try as she might to keep her mind clear, she couldn’t.
Tracing her fingers along the blighted veins strewn across her body, within the blue, red indication of the taint sprinkled through them. They weren’t raised against her skin as the other wardens had been, just permanently visible. Were the destructive changes a sign that the blight was dying and thus taking all those corrupted by it along? A frustrated huff escaped her lips as her shoulder slumped.
Knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Grateful that her changes weren't as violent as her fellow Wardens had been or physically drastic. Working with her fellow wardens dealing with the changes and fighting the remaining blight. Things would be easier to deal with if it was just her. Only her. Despite being use to being the wall between the innocent and the blight, that was her duty. It didn't matter if she lived or die, even during her smuggler days, she had no family that would mourn her. However, now there were people who depended on her. People that needed her and would be devastated if she didn't give her all. Her family.
Determined to make sure her family had a future. She owed it to herself, to Emmrich and their sons to find a way out. Alistair especially didn’t deserve this. Grey Wardens already had a short lifespan due to the taint. Does that mean he will too? She shook her head, not wanting such dark thoughts to linger in her mind. One thing at a time. Get the team up to speed and see what the others had heard.
An hour later, she emerged from the washroom in a silk green nightgown that Emmrich had recently purchased, feeling renewed. The sight of Manfred in the rocking chair holding a sleeping Alli by himself, made her stop dead in her tracks. Her heart swelled at the sweet scene. Emmrich stood close by already in his matching green nightwear; Beamed with pride from the way he held his pasture, a single tear streak down his cheek. A content smile spread across her face from the sight of the family she never thought she’d have.
Satisfied for years with her Warden brothers and sisters. That was until she disagreed with them concerning the events at Adament Fortress. Followed by her disobeying orders to save that village. The veilguard had become her family, if a little dysfunctional. Yet, Emmrich was home. A home she gave up looking for long ago. Somewhere safe where she could be open, honest and vulnerable. A vulnerability she was unaccustomed to.
“Rook!” The excited skeleton’s hiss, pulled her from her reflecting. “Alli, sleep.”
Emmrich had been staring at her, a serene smile etched across his face. Returning her own smile, she closed the gap between them
“Did you help put him to sleep, Manfred?”
“Yes,” he happily hissed.
“Good job, buddy.” Giving Manfred an affectionate head pat.
“I’ll put Alistair back in his bassinet, you go on to bed, dear. I’ll be over soon.” Emmrich stated as he reached for the sleeping babe.
Manfred insisted on watching over Alli as he slept. Emmrich tried to convince him that he needn’t do so, still, the curious skeleton would hear none of it. After ensuring Manfred would wake them when the baby stirred and wouldn’t try to pick him up, Emmrich joined Zea in bed cuddling close behind. A wave of his hand had the lanterns around the room dim except for the small area around the bassinet where Manfred stood by green eyes rotating in curiosity.
He pulled her closer, leaving a longing kiss on the back of her neck. Fingers intertwined as she pulled his hand to her lips, returning her own kiss. Their eyes locked when she turned to face him, the hazel in his eyes held tenderness and…sadness? Afraid to ask him for fear she already knew the answer. The next words to leave her lips surprised even her.
“Marry me.”
He shot up, eyes widened, confused and flabbergasted as he stared at her. The pounding of her heart thumped so hard she feared it would burst from her chest.
“Zea. I…”
Without another word he jumped out of bed. His long legs carried him across the room and out the door. Why had she blurted that? Cursing under her breath at her stupidity, she jumped from the bed to chase after him. Needing to apologize for bringing something like that up without having had a proper conversation. Her heart pounded with anxiety. He didn't seem upset, just caught off guard by the sudden proposal...She hoped
Of course she wanted to marry him. With everything that's happened, it was even more uncertain how much time she had left and she wanted what little time was left embraced by him. It was something she had thought about after their second visit to the memorial gardens. The thought cemented itself even more with ever thrust of his hips against her when they consummated behind the lovers statue. Realizing in that moment that she wanted, more than anything, to be his. His wife. The thought had filled her with joyous jubilation.
First she had to fix her poor excuse of a proposal. He deserved better not something blurted out on a whim. Just as she reached the door, he busted back in panting. Little beads of sweet trickled down the side of his face as he combed his fingers through his hair. Thin sliver hairs exposed to the air through the open top button on his silk shirt.
“I…I had hoped to do this under different circumstances and be better prepared.”
In his hand he held out a small green and gold velvet box. A soft gasp as a hand flew to cover her mouth. Eyes shot up to meet the tears that began to pool in his. Vision blurred as her own tears overflowed. He lowered himself in front of her to one knee.
“I confess, I had envisioned a different scene for this occasion. Us amidst the serene atmosphere of the memorial gardens, partaking in the finest wines and treats Nevarra had to offer. I intended to shower you with kisses and words of admiration and how that indomitable spirit of yours captivates my affections.”
Reaching for her hand, she grasped his before he could fully extend his arm. Dropping to her knees, eyes locked with his hazel tears filled eyes.
“I had not grasped how lonely the course my life had taken, until you entered it. You regarded my necromance with respect and understanding that none outside Nevarra has ever done,” Tears broke through, cascading down his cheeks. “Your tolerance of my fear. The strength in your sacrifice, being one who willingly curtailed your own life for the sake of others-”
A single one of his fingers pressed to Zeas lips as she opened her mouth to interrupt him.
“Even if it wasn’t your choice.” A soft smile that reached his eyes caused his crow’s feet to scrunch.
Nodding her head as her eyes casted down. Moving his hand to her chin, gently pushed up until she gazed upon him. Red eyed and filled with warmth and endearment.
“Your quick tongue was always faster than that keen mind. Yet, always able to admit when wrong. I will regret for the rest of my days that unfortunate spat we shared.. Yet, it was in the very moment of your absence that the conviction took root within me.”
Removing the ring from its box, a black band with an emerald stone in the center, little blue stones on each side. Grasping her hand the ring hoovered just over her finger tip.
“You have given me more than I could have ever dreamed in a hundred lifetimes. I once told you ‘come what may, my desire is to spend the rest of my life by your side,’ and I intend to do so. Zea Thorne, would you grant me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Zea stared at him. Every muscle in her body screamed to jump at him. Capture his lips and fuck him sensless. Instead she took a deep breath and nodded her head vigorously.
“Yes, Emmrich. Yes.”
As soon as the ring slipped on her finger she wrapped her arms around his neck, toppling them both over until he was flat on his back. Her mouth collided with his, a hand cupping his tear stricken cheek as his arms snaked around her waist. Tightly embracing her, deepening their kiss.
Their kiss was broken by the curious hiss coming from beside them. She glanced towards Manfred and back to her necromancer, a roguish grin stretched across her face.
“Is that big chair still near the fireplace?”
“Yes?” Puzzled by her question.
“Good.” Getting to her feet, she offered her hand to him to help him up. “I still owe you for this afternoon.” That wicked grin grew even wider. He took her hand getting to his feet and dragged her out of the room with great enthusiasm.
The following morning the family of four rose to begin the day. Zea couldn’t stop the goofy smile that was plastered across her face the moment she woke. Nervous, yet, elated to share the double news. Once more, having to explain how one morning she learned she was 12 weeks pregnant and 24 hours later she was holding a full term kid.
By early afternoon they trickled in. Lucanis was first as Emmrich predicted. He was already waiting in the dining hall absent Zea. Neve wasn’t far behind. An hour later Davrin and Bellara show up back to back. Taash was the last to arrive two hours later. They had some pie made by Harding's mom. The veilguard moved about the dining hall as if no time at all had passed.
Everyone began to take their seats except Emmrich. Fresh bread that Lucanis made in the center of the table surrounded by various jams and fruit plates. Neve brought some fish from Hal’s fish stand and some smoked sausages. As everyone settled, Neve turned her attention to Emmrich.
“Ok, Emmrich. What is this big news you and Rook have?”
“Speaking of, where is Rook?” Lucanis was next to speak up. Sitting close to Neve as he swirled his coffee.
“She will be here shortly.” Emmrich answered, standing at the head of the table. Occasionally peered through the partial open door. "I'll go bring her," excusing himself, he exited the hall. Soon after, Rook strode in absent Emmrich. A blue shoulder cut dress that hugged her curves well. Bellara's sharp gasp cut through the air. Everyone, save Davrin, stood.
“Rook…Wha?” Neve jaw fell open in stunned shock.
“Mierda.”
“I’m fine and I’ll explain…This the best I can.” Zea stated, indicating towards her blighted veins. “I just need you all to sit down and bare with me.” She stared at the table, gripping the arms to the chair as she sat. Glancing over to the door, she took a deep breath and began detailing the events. Omitting her pregnancy, explaining her changed appearance was due to the blight.
“The blight did that to you?” Whispered Bellara sitting next to Neve.
Zea hesitated “...Yes. Though another factor was involved.”
"What the hell does that mean?” Taash shouted from across the table.
“...Better if I just show you.” Rising from her chair, Zea made her way to the open door and waved her hand. She cleared her throat as Manfred wandered in followed by Emmrich.
“Everyone.” Hands gestured towards the wide eyed babe in Emmrichs arms. “This is Alistair Rupert Volkarin.”
The stunned silence broken only by the crackling from the fireplace.
“YOU HAD A KID?!” Taash roared, breaking the silence as their chair clattered to the floor from them suddenly standing.
“Wait. How? You weren’t when we fought the gods, were you?” Neve questioned next. Her eyes glued to the little bundle in Emmrichs arms.
“I was. I just didn’t know it. Things are…complicated. The easiest way I can explain it is the blight changed something in me, I got pregnant and it sped things up.” She gestured towards Emmrich once more, “and now he’s here.”
“An event that I won't forget for the rest of my days.” Emmrich chimed in brushing his nose against the raven haired boy.
"Whoa." Was all Taash said picking up their fallen chair.
“Are…you ok?” Bellara whispered.
“I..I’m fine? The veins popped up during labor but they don’t hurt or anything.” A finger traced her own veins as if confirming its truth.
“...And the baby?” whispered lower with uncertainty.
“Apart from his eyes, he’s progressing as normal.” Emmrich answered looking down at his full arms.
A quiet befell them once more as everyone exchanged glances
“Well if you're fine and the kid is fine, Emmrich?” Neves attention was now towards him.
“...Quite alright.” Emmrich answered with a short nod.
“Then I guess congratulations are in order.” Neve stood walking over to give Zea a hug and demanding to hold little Alli. Bellara squealed with delight wanting to hold him next, jumping from her chair like a ball of energy.
“Davrin, You’re surprisingly quiet. As a warden this should be unnerving for you.” Lucanis finally spoke up before taking a sip of his coffee.
“It was and still is. I was there that day. Never seen Rook like that." Davrin crossed his arms across his chest. "If you ask me, she got off easy compared to the others.”
“Is it really that bad?” Taash joined in leaning across the table.
“Worst.” Davrin Shoulder slouched when he let out a heavy sigh. “We lost two Wardens the other day.”
“WHAT?” Zea shouted, listening in on the not-so-quiet conversation. Attention was fully on Davrin.
Davrin began to explain that two Wardens were heavily disfigured. Caught between an unfinished transformation into hurlock. The black blood they spat up was thick and foul smelling. A blight tendril burst from their chest, nearly splitting the victims in half. Killed them instantly along with the tendril. Shriveled into dust.
Zea slumbed down in her chair hard, mouth agape in disbelief. This was a first, a warden dying from the blight that wasn’t from the calling. Why was the taint reacting so violently? Had the gods death truly affected the blight to such a degree?
The room fell into silence only disturbed by the subtle coos and shushes.
“Neve. Have you received any news concerning the Ventaori inquiries on the original blight?” Emmrich asked suddenly.
Neve let out a heavy sigh as she returned to her seat.
“Rana has been keeping me updated on certain venatori movements. They somehow managed a way into the archon's palace and into the private library.” Neve began. “Which Dorian was not pleased about. All the venatori were killed except for one girl who was captured and questioned.” Zea caught the hesitation in Neve posture.
“There’s more isn’t there?”
“Rook. The one leading this small group is not only looking into the original blight. They’re looking specifically into Grey Wardens and you.” Neve clarified.
A breathy chuckle left her as she shook her head.
“Bad guys looking for me? nothing new. Them looking into the Grey Wardens is, though. Why? And who is this new leader?”
“When I find out, I’ll let you know.” Neve leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. “We at least have a name, Cassius. It’s Tevinter so it should be easy to track down more info.”
“Maybe they’re looking for a cure?” Bellara perked up, moving in closer with a sleeping Alli in her arms.
“Why would the venatori want to cure Wardens?” Lucanis questioned.
“No one would interfere should a seventh blight occur. Somehow.” Emmrich stated what Zea was already thinking.
“That would be impossible.” Davrin began leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. “The last of the old gods and archdemon was killed. There’s no way to make new darkspawn once we finally wipe out what remains.”
Listening to her team rattled off different reasons, brought an air of nostalgia. Even as she got the warm fuzzies from her companions' banter, her mind circled back to what Davrin said. Why did that last line stand out to her? Pinching the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes, searching her mind.
Zea’s eyes widened in horror when an old memory flooded her mind. An old story he once told her. She didn’t believe him at the time. A farfetched story of his days during the fifth blight. However, this was the only piece that made any sense.
“Hey…Have any of you ever heard of a broodmother?”
Notes:
Again. Thanks for reading ^^ I also feel like I need to add more but can't think at the moment so this will be updated at a later time.
Chapter 7: Past
Summary:
Plot is moving along. A little of Zea's past.
Notes:
Do I have a timeline for updates? No. Do I still feel like I took forever and a day? Yes. Still no beta reader so constructive criticism is welcomed.
Edit. I changed the ending of this chapter. Felt the conversation needed to continue her and not the next chapter.
Edit 2. Sorry for this chapter being so...large. Realized that there was major details i missed that needed to be addresses.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Davrin rolled his eyes as confused expressions stared back at Zea.
“The fuck is a broodmother?” Taash shouted from the far end of table.
“A creature that can birth hundreds of darkspawn at a time. No one has ever encountered one because it’s a myth.” Davrin waved his hand in the air dismissively
“So were Griffins not too long ago,” Zea shot back. “Look I know how this sounds. Just listen.” She leaned forward until her elbows rested on the table and her hands were clasped together in front. “During the fifth blight a couple of Grey Wardens and their companions’ encountered one in the deep roads of Orzamar-”
“Yea I heard that story too,” Davrin cut in to argue. “ A few Wardens went back down there after the Archdemon was killed and found nothing." The tension in the air thickened. Swallowing hard to keep her composure from slipping from Davrins disparaging behavior.
“They went down there nearly two years after the fact," nose flaring as she took as she corrected, irritation growing. "How many darkspawn skeletons have you come across? It’s like they just disappear and all that’s left is the scorched earth from the blighted puddles.”
“Rook, that story was spread by a Warden traitor. Only he and one other Warden, who vanished, saw this broodmother.” Davrin leaned back in his chair with an air of victory for his declaration. Casual in his slouch as though what he shared was common knowledge
Zeas clenched her jaw as she balled her fists, nails dug into her palms. Eyes narrowed as she stared daggers at Davrin for his remark.
“He was no traitor.” She snapped back. “Whatever you heard about him is a lie.” Her blood boiled and that blasted inferno within her grew swiftly. Rising from her chair, hands flat on the table, she continued, “He was a scapegoat for the former First-Warden so he wouldn’t have to explain why Warden-Commander Clarel was allowed to do what she did.” Her voice rang out loudly, she couldn’t control her rage. It was as if the pin that held it back broke and her unresolved anger boiled over. “Warden Alistair was the best of us. Everything I know about being a Warden, I learned from him.”
Eye shut tight, her whole body trembled trying to quell her increasing anger. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard someone refer to Alistair as a traitor. In the past when she spoke of him, she had to bite her anger at the disrespect others would show towards him. However, this time seemed amplified tenfold. A rage so intense it bothered her. "Do not ever call him that in front of me again."
A large hand on her shoulder squeezed gently.
“Zea,” Emmrich stood near, unease colored his expression. "Please, calm down." Tension slowly loosened it's grip on the air.
“I’m trying.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took several deep breaths. The burn in the back of her eyes enraged her. Fighting to keep the tears from falling, she gave Davrin her worst apologetic look. “I… I’m sorry. Despite it being several years since his death…” With her head hung low, she let out a few short shaky sigh.
“It’s ok, Rook...I’m sorry. I didn’t know…” Davrin trailed off pointing at Zea’s arms.
The blighted veins were a bright red and pulsed in tandem with her increased heart rate. Since appearing, they have never changed colors or throbbed. This revelation was not what she needed at that moment.
“Does that normally happen?” Lucanis cautiously questioned. The unease shadowed his features.
“...No,” Shaking her head as she traced a pulsating vein on her forearm. “Lets… just move on.”
“Are you su-”
“YES!” Zea snapped. Unsure of who she cut off, still looking at her arm.
Little Alli’s cries cut what remained of the tension that hung in the air. An exhausted sigh flew from her mouth in a rushed huff as her shoulders dropped with a sense of defeat. Bellara, who had been holding him, quickly gave the crying boy to Zea. Her ear began to ring, unable to make out what Emmrich was trying to say.
Excusing herself, she exited the hall swiftly with the fussy infant.
Intended to head towards Neves old room to feed Alli. Yet, found herself crossing the courtyard towards the library. She needed as much space away as possible. Once inside, she made her way to the lone green couch and settled in shushing Alli’s wails as she readied to feed him. Her hands trembled as she cupped her breast, holding it in place as he filled his belly. Gently rocking as her mind drifted.
The last time she saw Alistair was at Weisshaupt before he left for Orlais. He hadn’t explained why he was going, just that he found something and it required him to go. It wasn’t until she met Varric, nearly a decade later, that she learned the whole truth. Alistair's research into Corypheus, Clarel’s treacherous action, his innocence and that he was left in the fade so the others could escape.
Her blighted veins still pulsed, attributing it to the anger she still held. Truth be told she held resentment towards the inquisitor for leaving Alistair behind. Meeting him was not expected and she knew there was no point in bringing him up as it held no relevance at the time. Taking several deep breaths, she shut her eyes and began counting backwards from ten. An endeavor that proved futile, which made her more irate.
“Darling?” Emmrichs soothing voice interrupted her train of thought when he sauntered in. The sound of his boots against the stone echoed with each step. He planted his tall frame next to her on the couch partially sideways, staring. “My love, tell me what’s wrong?”
She pushed all the air from her lungs. “I’ll be fine, Emm.”
“My dear, you possess a spirit keenly alive to every impression and a sensibility most ardent,” reaching his hand up to brush away the single tear that had fallen with his thumb. “Yet your tears betray you. Tell me…what occupies your thoughts?”
She stared at Emmrich, studying the troubled look that covered his lovely visage. Remembering the first time she broke down in front of him.
Right after the siege at Weisshaupt. Their budding romance was still in the flirting phase with the occasional brushes of physical touch. As a Warden her heart shattered for her fallen brothers and sisters. Still, she had to keep her shit together. Since becoming de facto leader, she made it a point not to cry in front of them for fear they would perceive her as weak. Taking great pride when she held them back until finally alone.
After attending to the team's well being, she locked herself in her room for hours. Emmrich had tried throughout the day to comfort her. Still, she refused to let him in or acknowledge him. By his fifth attempt he grew frustrated and magically unlocked her door. It swung open with a forced woosh, her back faced him as she sat on the chaise lounge, shoulders slouched. Yet, she didn’t flinch. The clack of his boots against the stone floor; determination carried in each of his steps.
Bracing herself for a tongue lashing for ignoring him and her responsibility. It wouldn’t be the first time and doubtless to be the last either. She didn’t care. Blaming herself for it all she had no energy to fight whatever vitriol Emmrich would throw at her.
To Zea's astonishment Emmerich dropped himself onto the lounge and swiftly wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side.
The side of his head rested against the back of her head “You do not have to bear this burden alone. You have extended your support to the others; permit me now to be here for you.”
The fight to keep her composure lost and she melted into his arms.
She gripped his forearms with trembling hands. Body jerked from the uncontrollable sobs of disappointment in herself, for being a subpar replacement for Varric as leader and feeling like a failure at every turn. Emmrichs said nothing more while he tightened his hold on her. Her cries and the hum of the aquarium was all that had filled the air.
Time stilled, unsure of how much had passed. She finally stopped her sobbing, eyes heavy and burning. The quiet broken from her occasional sniffing, his hold unyielding. When he finally broke his hold and sat up, she was stunned to see the remnants of his own tears, eyes red. Whatever compelled her to ask him to stay with her, she didn’t know. Yet, he didn’t hesitate to agree.
Repositioning themselves, she laid partially on top of him, one of her legs between his as one of his hung off the side. Her head on his chest while his arms once more wrapped around her. Listening to the rapid pounding of his heart that quickened slightly when she snuggled closer. It was the first time in a long time that she truly felt safe.
Lifting her head towards the ceiling, eyes shut as she let out a shaky heavy sigh. Losing the fight to stop the stream of tears now cascading down. She lowered her head back down, letting out a little chuckle. Finally accepting that she never truly dealt with the revelation of Alistair fate. Not that she had time to do so. Meeting Varric six months after saving the village, everything happened in quick succession.
“Guess I’m not as ok as I thought.” Sniffling, she took notice of Alli's sleeping face before readjusting herself. Zea sighed heavily, “I’ve never spoken to anyone regarding Warden Alistair outside of Varric.” She began. “Not really a topic I’m ready to deal with.”
“I take it he is the mentor you spoke of previously?” Nodding her head gently, she looked up at Emmrich through blurred vision.
“He was the first person I truly considered family. Kind and selfless and always had some stupid joke ready. If he wasn’t so insecure and unassertive, he could have been First-Warden,” pausing for a moment. “ He understood the frustration of having no control over your life's decisions. He once told me that despite the downside of being a Grey Warden, he was happy to have made the choice since it was his choice.” Wiping her face with the back of her hand. Emmrich reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
She took it with a whispered thank you. Bringing it to her face, his faint scent of sandalwood and moss filled her nose as it brought a small smile to her face.
“He was the one that saved me. Not like I given much of a choice; death by the noos or attempting the joining. Either way my life was destined to be short.”
Emmrich scooched closer, enveloping her and Alli in his long arms as he planted a tender kiss on her temple. Resting his chin atop her head as she nestled closer, head against his chest. The blighted veins gradually ceased its pulsing as she finally began to calm down.
“I know revealing such details about yourself is hard and I truly appreciate you doing so. I must admit, the thought of finding a cure to prolong your life has occupied my thoughts more as of late.”
The anger vanished as she melted further into him. Silently Acknowledged that she needed to open up about her past and Alistair if she was ever going to move on. Not that she wanted to. In fact she was very much content with never having to share what little of her past she remembered. However, somewhere in the tales Alistair had told her held details that could be useful for the current course.
“I have more hope in you to find a cure than anyone…If one even exists.” Stating while she pulled away. Their eyes locked, his hazel eyes soft, yet, behind them held something more. An unease. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the doors swung open as the others spilled in. Loudly chatting about.
After confirming the next steps; Neve looking into whoever the Cassius person was, Davrin would keep them updated with the Wardens and the rest would keep their ears to the ground for venatori movements.
With business taken care of, Zea and Emmrich shared the news of their recent engagement, thus leading to more congratulations and everyone taking turns holding Alli. All except Taash, they were content watching everyone else hold him. Proclaiming that when Alli is older, they’ll teach him all about dragons and Rivaini swear words. Emmrich pointedly said no as the room erupted in laughter.
Emmrich still sat next to her, hand resting on her thigh as he playfully argued with Taash. Zea noticed Neves shifting eyes from Alli to Emmrich and back while Neve held him in her arms.
“Neve, Something wrong?”
“Not at all. You know if you cover one of his eyes-”
“He looks just like him,” Zea interrupted Neve a little too excitedly.
“A spitting image, just chunkier cheeks and more adorable.” Neve chortled, pinching Alli cheeks.
“Quite right, Neve. The most adorable.” Zea reached up towards Emmrichs face, grabbing hold of his chin turning him to face her.
“Only because he stole it from you,” bringing his face down until her lips locked with his.
Bellara got everyone caught up on the griffons in Arlathan forest. They were thriving. Soring across the forest with such ease in a short amount of time, as though made for it. Unhindered by the trees or the slowly fading, yet, still weird magic that flowed around. The griffons were truly at home in Arlathan. When Davrin wasn't on Warden duty, he's in Arlathan hanging out with his old griffon buddy, Assan. Assan, who is almost fully grown, was allowed to retire after the defeat of the elvehn gods; Spending most of time guiding his brothers and sisters.
As the evening wound down, everyone began to head towards a room. Lucanis and Neve departed together. An allured look exchanged between Davrin and Bellara while they stood by the bookcase caught Zea’s eye before Davrin exited. Zea locked eyes with Bellara, gave a knowing smile and a small snort as Bellara blushed, ears red to the tip as she clumsily excused herself out. Taash followed Bellara out heading toward Hardings old quarters. Zea and Emmrich made their way up the stairs towards their shared room with Alli.
Nearly a month went by of their stay in the lighthouse.
Though she was giving leave of her Warden duties for the foreseeable future, Zea navigated the lighthouse with an infant, far easier than she anticipated. Chalking it up to the familiarity of having spent nearly a year at the lighthouse vs two months at the new home in Nevarra. She figured it was good practice until they inevitably had to return home. Zea and Emmrich had their routine down with Alli and the story to explain his birth. With Myrna's help they had a plausible story, though she wasn’t sure how long such a tale would hold. Much to Emmrichs chagrin, an infant found in a blighted village was the story presented to them. Neither one were thrilled with the story and unfortunately they had no other option without revealing the truth, thus opening a world of questions neither of them could answer.
Zea gradually opened up more about her past. How she was raised by a smuggler who found her as a small child. A thick brawly woman everyone called Mama Thorne who had named her. Omitting her years as a young smuggler and early days as a warden. Choosing instead to continue from when she finally met Varric. Where he revealed the truth.
Emmrich was aware of the events that Inquisitor Trevelyan led a decade ago. However, the details surrounding Adament Fortress and Warden Alistair left him dumbstruck.
“My word and the Inquisitor was the one who made the choice to leave him behind?” Emmrich leaned against one of the bed posts, arms crossed over his chest with his legs crossed over one another.
Zea sat on their bed one leg hung off while the other was tucked underneath her, playing with Alli.
“According to Varric, yes,” she stated, before blowing a light raspberry on Allis' belly. Which made the one month old smile and squirm on the bed. “How…Likely would it be for someone to survive in the fade?” She questioned not looking in his direction, focused solely on Alli.
Emmrich hesitated.
“Plainly-speaking, for the length of time he has spent in that corner of the fade…Not likely at all, I’m afraid.”
In her heart she knew. Still, a small part of her had dared to hope. Hoped he would still be alive…Somehow.
Her quest into Alistair's past continued. A missive was sent out to Morrigan a few days back. Zea knew Morrigan had traveled with Alistair and another Grey Wardens during the fifth blight. Given how Alistair had spoken about her, it gave the impression they weren’t friends. Still, she hoped Morrigan would be willing to share whatever information she knew regarding the broodmother and possibly a cure.
Within those same weeks, Neve was unable to find any more information on the Venatori member, Cassius other than it was Noble house that fell sometime before the fifth blight. Knowing Neve, she wouldn't give up that easy and so, used her threads connection to dig deeper. Alma made a visit to resupply Zea with the her herbs and gave updates. More Wardens had become sick and another four had died in gruesome, violent manners. Even Davrin had begun to show signs of blight sickness. Blood shot eyes with nausea. Something needed to happen or soon there would be no Wardens to cure.
Emmrich was needed back at the Necropolis for Mourn Watch business one day and left Manfred behind. Which he was all too happy about since he could spend more time with Alli and help out. Morrigan finally arrived at the lighthouse, Manfred greeted and escorted Morrigan from the eluvian to the dining hall. Very little surprised Morrigan, so to witness her stopped dead in her tracks wide eyed upon seeing Zea in the hall, was amusing.
“I’m sure there’s a very interesting story behind this,” Morrigan eyes traced over Zea’s exposed forearms. She was wearing her casual Warden attire, sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
“It’s one of many reasons I asked to meet you,” Zea gestured towards the far corner in the back where a small table and chairs were next to a green bassinet. The two women made their way towards the corner where Morrigan laid eyes upon little Alli wide awake in his bassinet. Taking note of his odd two-colored eyes.
Zea began her tale once they were seated. As she continued, Zea observed how calm Morrigan was receiving this information. A little too calm. As if the news of a blighted child being born was an everyday occurrence. When she concluded her tale, she studied Morrigan's face, who was staring at Alli. Morrigan's face remained unchanged.
“My son’s father was a Grey Warden,” Morrigan suddenly stated. Zeas brows shot up in disbelief.
“Your son’s father was a Grey Warden?...You’re a mother?” Her voice rose with each question.
“Indeed.” Morrigan’s voice was light with amusement. “His name is Kieran. He is a man now, off running around the world. Hoping to finish his father’s search.” Zea stared at Morrigan patiently waiting for her to continue.
“His father…you may have known him as the Hero of Ferelden.”
Zea’s mouth had fallen open incredulously. She knew of the Hero Warden that saved Ferelden and was the first Warden to survive killing an archdemon. Alistair never shut up about him. An elf from Denerim’s Alienage in Ferelden that rose to Warden-Commander of Vigil’s Keep. She never had the pleasure to meet him before he vanished.
“Alistair talked about him a lot. He never mentioned the relationship with you or that he had a child.” Zea scoffed. “You would think a Warden having a kid would be big news back then.”
“Ah. Despite my…Annoyance with Alistair, he was a good man and knew how to keep a secret.” Morrigans voice lowered slightly, the briefest flash of sorrow flashed across her face.
Morrigan explained her relationship with elf Warden. Surprised she had fallen in love with him against her better judgment. On the eve of the final battle, she approached the Warden with the idea of a ritual to conceive a child that would take the soul of the archdemon once killed. He refused. Despite how close they had grown during the fifth blight, he did not want to have a child solely to save his life. They argued and Morrigan left him and their companions to fight the final battle in Denerim without her. Unbeknownst to her, she was already with child.
Somehow without having performed the ritual, the elf Warden still survived. A year would pass before Morrigan encountered her Warden once more. This time, instead of letting her leave alone, he followed her to be with his family. They spent several years in relative peace, until the elf Warden began hearing the calling. He abandoned his family to seek a cure. They exchanged letters detailing his search and whereabouts. That was until Zea and co. rescued the Dalish elves from Elgar’nan and his letters stopped coming.
The Warden's last letter outlined that he was back in Ferelden and someone had been following him. The calling had become unbearable and he struggled with hallucination. One thing that stood out in his last letter was that he found an amulet. Believed to have been the same one that cured a Warden many years before the fifth blight began.
“Wait.” Zea interrupted. “A Warden was cured of the taint?”
“Percisly. Finding out who this Warden was proved difficult at first. Yet, with some magical rituals, Kieran and I found out who she was.”
Zea’s throat went dry. The only ‘cure’ for a Warden was death. Yet, here Morrigan sat, spinning a tale so far-fetched it rivaled the ones Alistair used to tell her. However, Morrigan was not the type to lie about something so important. Especially when it was just as important to her. Zea tried not to let her heart sore at the possibility of a cure. Of a chance at an extended life, to be with Emmrich longer and watch her children grow.
“So you found out who this…Former Warden was?” Zea questioned with cautious optimism as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees.
“Yes…And she’s still alive. Grand Enchanter Fiona of the Circle of Magi in Orlais.”
Zea fought the smile that tried to creep across her face. Optimistic hope was soon shattered by Morrigans next words.
“Unfortunately, she went missing around the same time as my love.”
Zea’s face dropped. Leaning back with a heavy sigh, she cursed under her breath. Morrigan remained unmoved seated towards the edge, back ridged, legs crossed.
“Do not fret. I may have a clue as to where she and my Warden could be. The Kacari Wilds, where I spent my childhood and raised my son for a time.”
The Kacari Wilds was, as the name implied, wild. Vast and unknown how bad the blight may have damaged it; given how bad the south had become during the fight against the gods. Even before the outbreak of the sixth blight, the Kacari Wilds had more unexplored areas than what was discovered. This would not be an easy task. A more precise location was needed.
Zea would send missives out to have everyone meet at the lighthouse in a two days to discuss a visit to the Kacari Wilds. This would give Morrigan time to pin point a more narrow search area based on Kierans findings. The thought of a cure was all the motivation she needed to go. Emmrich would certainly want to be by her side during this quest. However, she would need the whole team for this mission. This was a personal one and after all the help she had lent to others on their own personal quest, she was owed this. But first there was another topic that needed broaching.
“Ah. That monstrosity. I had heard rumors of such a creature through my mothers tales. Seeing one in the flesh was….” Morrigan didn’t finish her sentence. Alli’s coos filled the space between the silence
“I can only imagine." Zea finally said as she repositioned in her chair.
“No, you wouldn’t. Words can not begin to describe what the corruption did to create something as vile thing as the broodmother.” Morrigans golden eyes pierced through her violet-blues.
Zea swallowed hard, mouth dried out. Heart pounded so fast she swore Morrigan heard it. The terror of how such a thing could exist filled her with dread. Someone corrupted beyond recognition to be a breeding tool. All the air seemed to be sucked out of the room.
Due to the perversive nature of the blight, anyone infected by it were either killed or turned into darkspawn. A breeding tool was the only logical reason for how their numbers always swelled so quickly.
“This…Feels like another secret the Wardens tried to hide like they did with the griffons.” Appreciative of the information yet, secretly yearned to know how this was acquired.
“Any secrets can be discovered with enough magic and determination.” Morrigan answered. Zea couldn’t help hearing Emmrichs voice sharing the sentiment.
"Lady Morrigan. I need to stop answering questions I've yet to ask." A small smile crept across her face, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
"it is not my fault your face reveals your inner thoughts." Morrigan quipped back.
Morrigan began explaining how Kieran's most recent letter confirmed what Zea already knew about the tomes and scrolls going messing. All the clues he found led towards the Kacari Wilds. What could the Venatori possibly want? What was their plan?
Zea's stomach was in knots. Mind reeling as she tried and failed to connect the dots. The changing blight was due to the deaths of the Evanuris and the last archdemon. The venatori looking into the origins of the blight, The hero of Ferelden and Grand-Enchanter Fiona missing at the same time.
“You’re trying to piece together everything I just told you.” Morrigan spoke as if reading Zeas mind once more. “The venatori are indeed seeking a cure. We know they were the one to take Fiona. It is not too far fetched to believe they are also responsible for my love's disappearance.”
“The only Wardens to have done the unthinkable.” Zea whispered, eyes down casted towards the stone floor, leaning back again in her chair.
“That was until you.”
Zea’s head snapped up, eyes meeting the piercing gold of Morrigans. Gaze briefly held before shifting her focus towards Alli, now sleeping peacefully.
“No one knows he exists and those that do I trust with my life.” The tone in her voice was unconvincing. She knew none of her friends would betray her in such a manner. The nervousness she attributed towards the former. A gently hand on her knee pulled her back before she spiraled to far.
“I am not suggesting you begin distrusting your friends. Merely to understand that there are ears everywhere.” Morringan comforted. "Do not let your guard down even for a moment."
Their conversation dwindled into more pleasant topics, Morrigan even requesting to hold Alli for a great length of time. Morrigan paced the dining hall with Alli in her arms, talking with him as if they were the only two in the room. Zea was witnessing a side of Morrigan she was certain only a rare few were permitted to see as she talked giggled with him.
Notes:
Thank you for reading if you made it this far.
Chapter 8: And it starts
Notes:
No beta and I took more time trying to make sure I conveyed what I needed right. As usual this may get updated later cause I'm never satisfied with what I put out. I hope you enjoy.
Edit: I changed the ending cause I never liked it and struggled to find the proper ending. I had planned to leave this for the next chapter but it felt fitting here.
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Zea was in the library relaxing on a large blanket she had placed on the floor with Alli after Morrigan had taken her leave. Surprised and mildly concerned by Alli's ability to roll over so early on. A mental note was made for later, sure Alma would be interested to know since she’s been helping to keep track of his development. When she caught sight of Emmrichs tall frame skipping up the stairs from the eluvain, her heart fluttered. Chuckling softly to herself when she realized she missed him, despite him being gone for only a few hours.
Tossing his coat casually on the back of the couch before joining her on the floor, he crawled on his hands and knees as he leaned in to give her a kiss. She cupped his face with both hands not wanting the kiss to end. When she finally allowed him to pull away after what felt like an eternity, his eyes fluttered open, face flushed red.
“Hmm. I believe someone missed me?” a gentle smile beamed across his face.
“Very much so,” planting another kiss upon his lips before bringing her attention back to the squirming babe in front of her. “So, tell us about your day.”
Emmrich sighed with exaggeration before recounting the day. He sat back on his hands with his legs stretched out and crossed over. Explained how his students were progressing well in his absence and handling extra paperwork he needed to be finished before he would return to teaching.
The most exciting part of his day was news of a small uprising of undead causing a disturbance. He was tasked with observing a group of young Mourn Watchers in training while they dealt with the undead. He was proud of the young group's efforts, even if a small part of him was jealous of the lack of action on his part.
A bright smile etched across Emmrichs face when he caught sight of Alli's toothless smile. He sat up straight to pick up the small boy, cradling him close. Bestowing hugs and kisses as he whispered words of affection. Witnessing such a tender moment between her boys made her heart sore and ache. She had to relay the information Morrigan told her and she knew he would postpone their return home to help.
Convincing him to go back to their home in Nevarra with their boys would be the ideal outcome.
“Dearest?” Emmrichs voice broke through her train of thoughts. Concern shadowed his face. “What troubles you?”
After a moment's hesitation, she took a deep breath and began explaining what she and Morrigan spoke of earlier. Emmrich’s face circled through a variety of expressions as she continued on. Finally his visage morphed into a hardened resolve once she concluded.
“Right. We must make arrangements.” Emmrich began rising to his feet.
DAMN Her necromancer's mind was made up. Nonetheless, she had to persuade him to stay put or at least try too.
“I’m sure Myrna and Vorgoth wouldn’t mind babysitting.” Standing to his full height with Alli tucked securely in his arms when Manfred came thumping in. Bones clattering against the marble floor as he happily greeted Emmrich.
Zea just stared up at him, wide eyed in disbelief. “Vorgoth?”
"Ah. Yes, Vorgoth is excited too, as they said ‘MEET THE NEWEST VOLKARIN.’ no one would surmise that they are great with children.”
“Yea I definitely would not have guessed that, Emm.” Rising to her, she planted a kiss to Emmrichs cheeks before heading towards the wooden table against the far wall. Preparing the missives to be sent out to the remaining veilguards.
Stopping half way, an unease began to settle in her chest. “Maybe…You should stay behind on this one.” She uttered, not facing him.
“What?”
“Not that I don’t want you there to help….” Finally turning to face him. The sheer astonishment that colored Emmrichs face made her wish she kept her mouth shut. “I…Just think you should stay with Alli and Manfred.”
Emmrich stared at her, baffled by her statement. Nonetheless, he knew her well enough. Narrowing his eyes, she knew her face betrayed her emotion.
“Something troubles you? What?” He closed the distance between them so fast, she barely had time to register he moved. So close she could feel his breath on her cheeks.
“I…I know going into weird unknown missions is kind of our thing.” Zeas voice shook, despite her efforts to calm the growing unease. “I think with this being more of a Warden gig, you could stay with our boys and go back to teaching.” Taking hold of Alli’s hand hoping her half lie would land. It landed with a resounding thud.
Emmrich slightly tilted his head as he glared at her incredulously by her lie. Not daring to look him in the eyes.
“Do not insult my intelligence. This may be Warden business, as you say, but it will affect all of us.” Grabbing hold of her free hand, his hazel eyes softened as she finally looked up at them. “Tell me what worries you so?”
Shaking her, she didn’t have a valid reason other than a gut feeling. “This isn’t a normal mission and…I have a bad feeling something is gonna happen and I would rather Alli grow up with one parent than none.” Zea shut her eyes, regretting her words immediately. “Fuck, Emm, I’m so sorry. I just…Sorry.”
Squeezing her hand, he tugged her close. Embraced her with one arm as she tucked her forehead against his chest. Being mindful of the wiggle worm in his arms.
“I understand your fear as they mirror my own. I do not wish for our dear boy to grow up in a manner akin to my own experience. Moreover, at his tender age, he would retain even less of a memory of us than I do of my own parents. That is a fate I wish to spare him of.” Pulling away from him just enough to lift her head to meet his glistening eyes of unshed tears. The reassured look he gave her, loosen the grip of unease that clung to her heart.
“As your would-be-husband, it is my responsibility to protect you. I know how important this mission is to you and I want to be there. I need to be there for you.” Not breaking eye contact, Zea simply nodded before leaning in for a kiss. “We have survived a world ending event. We will survive this, my love.”
Once she was assured that their boys would be taken care of, Emmrich offered to write the missives, promised to have them ready and sent out post haste. A little magic trick he knew from his days as a student, would have those letters delivered to its recipient within the hour it was sent.
Everyone was needed back at the lighthouse in two days by midday.
Two days passed and the day for everyone to meet at the lighthouse had arrived. Zea paced around her old chair while Emmrich sat on the couch next to Manfred holding Alli. The veilguard trickled in one by one. Even Taash arrived on time. Watching as her team fell back into their old sitting in the library.
Emmrich stood up to take his place in front of the bookcases as Manfred placed Alli in his bassinet next to her chair. Harding's spot on the couch was occupied by Taash. Bellara sat in Darvin's chair, she was more jittery than normal. Zea brushed it as her reaction to the sudden seriousness of the situation. Lucanis remained standing, though now he stood next to Neve by the couch.
All were present on time, except Davrin, which was odd for him. Zea was bothered by the tardiness given the dwindling numbers of Wardens recently. The last letter from him did not bring good news. Every warden that was left in the wetlands showed signs of blight sickness. Veins became visible on the surface, bright red and throbbing on some. Others are worse with sores and boils spread across the body. Despite Davrin showing signs of sickness, he was still working. As long as he had the strength to do so.
Sitting in her chair, fingers tapped on the arm rest impatiently. After some hours passed and still no sign of him, everyone started to grow impatient. Taash and Lucanis had gotten up to go to the dining hall for food and coffee. Emmrich busied himself with Alli, every so often shooting her a worried look that deepened the more time passed.
Zea stood from her chair in a huff, circling her chair with her hands on hips. Boots thumped against the marble flooring as she paced. She was clear in her letter about the importance of the meeting. If anyone would benefit from this more than her, it was Davrin. So for him to be this late, was worrisome.
“Rook. We can’t keep waiting for him any longer.” Neve spoke what Zea was already thinking. Waiting any longer would benefit no one as there was much that needed to be done in a short time frame.
Zea halted her pacing, turning to Bellara, her face twisted in concern from how deep her brows furrowed. Fingers fidgeted, from picking at her nails to thumping her fingers on her knees. Neve and Zea glanced at each other, the growing dread in the pit of her stomach mirrored the look etched on Neves face.
“Bellara?” Zea began, walking towards her. Bellara didn’t look up, just kept her eyes glued to the floor. Lowering herself in front of Bellara, she felt the poor girl trembling when she placed her hand on Bellara's knee.
She opened her mouth to speak when a loud bang was heard, followed by the shriek of an adult griffon from the eluvian room down stairs. Rising to her feet quickly, she rushed towards the stairs leading to the eluvian, the rest hot on her tail.
Bolting down the stairs, they turned into the walkway. Assan was guarding over two battered figures sprawled on the floor in front of the eluvian. Zea rushed forward, gasping as she stopped dead in her tracks recognizing the two bodies as Davrin and Antione.
Bellara pushed past her towards Davrins battered body. Hooking her arm in his, Bellara tried to help him to his feet. Eyes blown wide in shock as Zea took in Davrins condition. His skin tone was ashen grey, One of his eyes was swollen shut with a deep gash over the brow. Blood cascading down his face like a red river. The other eye, though open, was completely blacked out. She didn’t know if he could see out of the eye anymore. Taking notice of the blood gushing through his fingers as he held his side.
Turning her attention over towards Neve and Emmrich, who were helping Antoine as he could barely stand on his own. Half his body was burned with his face so badly burned the skin was falling off and blistered in spots. The blood dripping from his mouth was dark red, almost black.
Zea’s heart sank and her anger ignited at the state of her fellow Warden and at whoever was responsible for their pain. Trying to quell the growing rage, she shut her eyes. This was not the time to let her emotion cloud her judement so she silently began counting backwards from ten. As badly hurt as the two men were, she needed to know.
“What happened?” The question came out harsh and frantic.
“An…Ambush.” Davrin coughed out as he leaned against Bellara, his blood seeping into her shirt. “Vena…tori. Somehow….into…village..unnoticed.” He coughed harder, blood spitting out as he collapsed to the floor, barely conscious. Taking Bellara down with him as she wasn’t strong enough to keep hold of him.
“Get them up to infirmary, quickly.” Zea instructed. Before she could get to Davrins side, Taash was charging in with Lucanis right behind them.
Taash moved swiftly past her, crouching besides Davrin.
“Sorry friend. Gotta be done.” Taash hooked one arm under Davrins knees and the other gripped around his torso and lifted him like a bride, his head lollied about.
“Wa…Wait.” a harshed small voice came from Antonie as he struggled to lift his head. “They…They took…People…Evka and.” All his strength gone, he fell limp in Emmrichs and Neves arms unconscious. Emmrich took hold of Antoines unconscious body, cradling him in his arms while Neve rushed off behind Taash and Bellara.
Upon passing her, Emmrich remarked that Assan had not stopped staring at the eluvian since they got down there. Zea turned her focus to the giant griffon standing at the ready. Assan shrieked sorrowfully when he turned his head toward Davrins body as Taash hurried up the stairs.
“Manfred, you two shouldn’t be down here.” Lucanis voiced. Zea snapped her head in disbelief towards the archway where Manfred stood holding Alli. Before she could say a word, Assan shrieked once more in anger before he jumped back through the eluvian.
Zea stared at the glowing eluvian, fist balled up at her sides as her nails dug into her palms.
“Dearest, you shouldn’t stay down here alone.” Having transferred Antoine's unconscious body to Lucanis to bring up to the infirmary, Emmrich moved closer to her.
“Something followed them here.” Keeping her focus on the active eluvian. “I can not let whatever is beyond this to get in.” The dread in the pit of her stomach growing as well as her fury.
“Yes and I have the utmost confidence in your ability in hand to hand combat. However, we have no idea who or what followed them and you are unarmed.” Emmrich grabbed her arm and gently squeezed. “Please. Our friends need our help and-”
“It’s still active, Emm.” She interrupted. “Whoever is on the other side of this…is keeping it open.” Looking at him now, his visage was shadowed by fear and distress. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, she hated this situation. Hated that for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all connected and only going to get worse.
Reluctantly Zea backed away, she glanced back at the glowing eluvian before turning completely towards the stairwell. Manfred was standing at the top of the stairs still holding Alli, his emerald eyes rotating as he tilted his skull curiously. She gave him a reassuring head pat.
“Everything will be alright, Manfred. Don’t worry.” Her voice was unconvincing even to herself.
Emmrich continued towards the infirmary on the second floor, passing Bellara. She was by the base of the stairs creating a divot in the floor from her rapid pacing. Muttering to herself as her fingers fidgeted close to her chest.
Zea told Manfred to sit on the couch with Alli and to not move, carefully she walked towards her clearly stressed friend.
“Hey, Bell.” Zeas eyes followed Bellara as she paced back and forth. “I know you’re freaking out. Davrin’s in good hands with them.”
“I should have been there. He asked me to come so we could show up together and I said no cause Strife needed me for something...I don’t even remember what it was.” Bellara rushed out, looking at the ground, her pacing quickening.
“Hey there’s no way of knowing that. For all we know you could have been hurt too or-”
“Rook, I’m pregnant.” Bellara interrupted, stopping in front of her not daring to look away from the marble floor, her breath coming in quick. Zea held her breath as her eyes widened. She stared at Bellara mouth opening and closing, speechless.
“Does he know?” Was all that she managed to say.
“Not yet.” Bellara finally looked up at her, eyes filling with unshed tears. “I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids and with Davrin being a Grey Warden…Then we find out you had a kid and all the chaos that came with it…Than he started getting sick and-”
“Bellara. It’s ok.” She grabbed Bellaras arm hoping to calm her down and ground her. “Breath. I know this is a lot to take in but-”
Assan’s pained cries interrupted them and she turned towards the sound. Her eyes landed on the couch and Manfred was not where she left him.
“Manfred?” Zea’s heart sank when she heard an agitated hiss coming from the eluvian room. Bellara and she rushed towards the sound. Just as they reached the top of the stairs, Manfred let out a high pitched ‘NO’ before a flash of light and a loud bang. The force caused the lighthouse to shake violently. Bellara tumbled half way down the stairs while Zea stumbled backwards, losing her footing before falling on her arse.
Grey smoke bellowed out obscuring her vision. The faint whimpers of a griffon and the clattering of bones hitting the ground was all she could hear. Quickly she got to her feet, trying to catch her breath rushing towards the stairs.
“Are you alright?” She didn’t wait for Bellaras answers before continuing down into the smoke. The room was dark, the glow of the eluvian was gone. The smoke was slowly dissipating and she could make out two shadows.
Her heart pounded hard against her chest as she closed in on the shadows. She called out Manfreds name who responded with a weak mournful hiss. Finally close enough that the smoke no longer blocked her vision, all the blood drained from her face. Her breath quickened and her hands began to tremble. Bellara finally joined her, letting loose a sharp gasp as the smoke cleared out more.
The room was charred, from floor to ceiling. The eluvian was not shattered, yet, darkened as if permanently off. Still none of that matter once her eyes landed on Manfred, on the ground arms broken at the elbow, jaw hung on by one of the hinges, three of his ribs shattered. A piece of parchment stuck out of the space in his ribs. He sat next to Assan, feathers covered in blood and one wing clearly broken.
Zeas moved closer, kneeling down to the mangled skeleton. Afraid to touch him in case more of his bone came loose. Eyes darted around the charred room, where was Alli?
Breath came out uneven as her hands shook, reaching for the parchment. The dread gnawing from within as the back of her eyes began to sting. She swallowed hard, unfolding the note barely registering the rushing sound of boots against the marble stone coming towards her.
Slowly rising to her full height her grip tightened around the edges of the letter. All the air seem to drain from the room, her blighted veins pulsed bright red against her skin. Her body trembled from the growing fury as tears began to burn down cheeks. Emmrich's voice was muffled as all she could hear was the rapid beating of her heart.
Barely aware that Emmrich had knelt down next to Manfred or that Neve stood beside her trying to take the note from her. The room began to tilt, her head started to pound, muffling all the sound around her. Turning her head to face Neve, her vision began to blur as darkness enclosed upon her. Neve was mouthing something when her eye drifted up towards the ceiling, darkness enveloping her until she collapsed to the floor.
Notes:
Sorry for the mild cliffhanger? I won't be updating until the end of December....if life is kind to me, hoping for sooner.
Chapter 9: Grief
Summary:
Zea wakes up to realize this was no dream.
Notes:
I do hope the emotion I was trying to convey comes off ok. This chapter is bit short as I wanted to focus on them in the aftermath. Once more no beta but I'm trying my best.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Hello Rook.
If you are reading this, that means my plan was a success. You, my dear, have been on my mind since you so rudely disrupted the sacrifice of the Dalish.You and your friends have taken something important from me and as such I have seen it fit to take something important from you. You thought your bastard was a secret? My little spy was excited to share that detail. You shall keep no secrets from me. I know the secrets you keep even from yourself tucked away in the darkest recesses of your mind. Do not worry though. No harm will come to your bastard or friends, for now. What glee to think of the expression on your face reading this. The Kacari wilds are lovely this time of year. Do not keep me waiting.
Yours, Tirena Cassius
When Zea opened her eyes, her vision was blurry. She laid on her back, vision gradually coming into focus, the gold canopy overhead shadowed by the low flickering light nearby. She was in her shared room with Emmrich. Head pounded as though it were being slammed against a wall repeatedly. How long had she been out? She didn’t know as she pushed the heel of her hands into her eyes. Then the memories flooded back in. Davrin and Antoine's condition, Assan and Manfred getting hurt, Alli…
The tears streamed down the side of her face and she swallowed hard trying to hold back her sobs. Her son, her little boy, was taken from right under her nose. It was her job as his mother to protect him and she failed. Turning over onto her other side, she grabbed a pillow and buried her face into it, wracked with sobs. Curled in on herself, tears soaking through the fabric as she clutched it tighter to face. You’re a failure echoed in her mind over and over.
For years her job was to fight darkspawn and protect those that couldn't. Yet, here she was having failed at, arguably, her most important task in her life. She was worried for the life Alli would have should she die soon. Never once thinking of a life where she lived and...Just the thought made her weep harder.
She didn’t hear the bedroom door open or the thud of his boots against the floor. A sudden dip in the bed made her jolt up right, facing him. Emmrich sat on the edge of the bed sideways, red eyed with rumpled hair, the top button on his shirt was open. The red sash he wore around his waist was missing. The bottom half of his shirt was stained with dried and fresh blood. Clutched in one of his fists was the crumpled letter.
When Zeas eyes landed on the letter, she inhaled a shaky breath. She wanted to disappear, sink into the very mattress she sat on. Tears streamed down her face, sniffling before turning away. Shuffling over to the edge on the opposite side of the bed, her bare feet against the cold stone sent a shiver up her spin. A welcomed sensation against the flames of fear and anxiety.
The silence that fell between them made her uncomfortable as it hung like weight pressing down on her neck. Her thoughts raced for what to say to him. Every inch of body wanted to run away, to not hear the anger and disappointment she believed was coming. Any other time for any other reason, she would take the lashing. Not now, she couldn’t bear it. Not from him.
“Emmrich, I…I’m sorry.” A whisper was all she could muster as her voice shook. Not waiting for a response, she got to her feet and tried to move towards the door.
Emmrich stood up blocking her exit, not uttering a word. Down casting her eyes too afraid to meet his, she felt his gaze burn into her flesh. Heart pounded hard against her chest as her head hung low. Noticing his movement forward, she took a step back.
“I’m s..so…sor…ry.” the words left her tongue in broken syllables. Another step forward as she stepped away. Fist clenched at her side trembled with the growing anxiety gnawing at her. The pounding in her head increased as her heart quickened and her breath became shallow.
Emmrich remained quiet. Her apologies were doing little to quell the ever growing tension. Closing her eyes, tears streaming harder down her face, she let out a frustrated groan as she continued to move back.
“I know…I know you’re angry and…and righ…rightfully so. I…I fucked up and…and…” Breath came in quick as she brought her hands in front of her chest and frantically picked at her nails. “Emmrich…Please.” She opened her eyes, the never ending tears made her eyes hurt. His refusal to respond made fresh tears fall harder.
The letter dropped from his hand, silently falling to the floor. His leg extended, elongating his stride, closing the distance between them further. Still, he said nothing. She backed away, her heart quickened the closer he approached. The silence was killing her, this was far worse than any tongue lashing. Her mind raced for something; Anything that would get him to end this.
Her breath came in quick and short when her back hit the wall.
“FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!” She screamed, finally meeting his gaze. Tears burning down her face, eyes filled with anger that matched his. Yet, behind his rage was despair and desperation. Her whole body shook, fist clenched once more at her side as her nails dug into her flesh.
Never breaking eye contact, his anger softened, brows unfurred. He cupped her face with his trembling hands, uselessly thumbing away her tears.
“This…Was not your fault. I do not hold you to blame for what has happened.” The words came out shaky, soft and gentle. No anger or resentment. She looked at him, stunned.
Something in her broke. The tears never stopped as if a well was found deep within her to pull from. She buried her face into his chest and bawled, her breath shuttered with each inhale wrapping her arms around his waist tight. He returned her embrace as he wept.
The strength in her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, hard on her knees dragging him down with her. His embrace never faltered even as he winced from the pain of falling on his knees.
“I…I’m-”
“Stop.” Sniffling, he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her back to face him. “No more apologies. You did not cause this.” Moving his hands back to her face, thumbing away her tears as his continued to fall, pulling her into a kiss.
As he pulled away, she looked him in the eyes and the anger behind them, she understood, was not towards her. His next words were stern and his tone was determined as he stared into her violet-blue eyes. “Rest assured, we will get him back and make those responsible forfeit their mortal coils.”
Repositioning himself so his back was against the bed, she sank into his embrace with her arms wrapped around his waist. Time slowed around them. The occasional sniffles and rattled inhales filled the silence that no longer felt stifling. No longer an uncomfortable weight of unspoken pain.
“We must return to the others.” Emmrich broke the silence with a soft whisper. “ There’s much to be done and…” he paused, swallowing hard. “You must speak with Davrin soon.”
“He’s ok?” She asked with some relief in her voice.
“He is stable and awake when I left the infirmary. Antoine, however, had not regained conciseness.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose, her headache pain spreading to the back of her eyes. Stomach rolled with a wave of nausea from the thought of what this venatori bitch had done to her friends. Releasing her nose she looked up at Emmrich with horror.
“Oh Maker, Manfred. Is…is he ok? Oh no.” Zea stumbled to her feet, nearly tripping over Emmrichs long legs as she rushed towards the bedroom door.
The door swung open with a woosh causing the curious skeleton sitting by Emmrichs desk to yelp in surprise. When Zeas eyes landed on Manfred, her heart sank. He was ok but heavily bandaged.
“I will have to bring him back home to properly repair him.” Emmrich said, approaching from behind her. “He will be alright. He does have something he wishes to say to you , my dear.”
Zea hadn’t taken her eyes off Manfred as he slowly approached her. His boots dragged heavy on the stone floor, stopping within an arms length of her.
“I...Sor..ry…Rook. My…fault…brother…lost.” For a skeleton with no facial muscles , Zea could see the hurt in his rotating emerald eyes. The sorrow in his limited vocabulary made her heart sink even further. Her chest hurt, seeing her other son blame himself brought fresh tears raining down her cheeks.
“Oh. Manfred.” She closed the distance between them, gently embracing him as she pulled his head into her chest, kissing the top of his head. “My dear boy, this was not your fault. We were attacked and you did your best to protect your brother.” Taking a deep shaky inhale as she fought back the sobs. “We will get him back, I promise.” She looked Manfred in his emerald eyes, her blood shot eyes reflected back at her.
She pulled Manfred back in for a hug and Emmrichs long arms wrapped around them. Leaning into him, her head resting on his collarbone. He brought his hand up to her head leaning slightly to plant a kiss. Silent tears streamed down their faces as the trio sat in their grief.
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