1. Dragon Age: Origins. Caramel pudding
  2. Dragon Age: Origins. Sighs under the canopy of the forest
  3. Dragon Age: Origins. Cold night
  4. Dragon Age: Origins. In the depth of the piedmont ores
  5. Dragon Age: Origins. Horns and hooves
  6. Dragon Age II. Broken mirror
  7. Dragon Age II. Tempering swords
  8. Dragon Age: Origins. History lessons
  9. Dragon Age II. Red on black
  10. Dragon Age. Roads that await us

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something unknown was happening. The silence lasted so long that the Guardian’s face began to look like a stone mask, on which not a single muscle would ever falter. Finally, Hero Fereldena exhaled heavily and opened his lips.

“He called himself an Architect ...” he began slowly.

***

The guard was awakened by the sounds he least expected. At first, he involuntarily shook his head, as if trying to shake the remnants of sleep out of her, but the sounds did not disappear. Music poured through the clear mountain air.

Leliana, already dressed, sat with her back to the still warm hearth and played the lute. Thin graceful fingers fluttered along the fingerboard, changing the chords, and touches to the strings formed into a complicated search. Sounds scattered around, but then they came back and stood next to each other, interlacing in iridescent rhythm. The melody soared up and down, changed the volume and tone, but invariably returned to the same recognizable motif - like a road that, after all ups and downs, bumps and turns, still leads you where you need it.

And Leliana sang. The guardian could not understand the words - over the past ten years he had not bothered to master Orlesian - but a clear and strong voice sounded just as beautiful as before, and a slight accent made him only a mile. Too much time has passed since the Guardian heard something beautiful.

Leliana finished the song, put the lute aside and smiled at the awakened listener.

- What was it about? - he asked. - Kansona about unrequited love, which gradually overcomes all obstacles to end with a happy ending? Sirventa about a knight who hurries to his lover from a campaign? Or a ballad about a robber and a girl from a tavern who fell in love with him on her head?

“Actually,” Leliana smiled wickedly, “I sang about vegetables.”

The guard laughed and laughter danced around the room, bouncing off the walls. Leaping to his feet in one fell swoop, he reached out, abruptly, backhand, waved his hands, and began to dress quickly in his simple suit.

“I see you have already gathered,” he said, intercepting the strap of the shoulder bag in a knot. Leliana, who was putting the tool in the case, just nodded. Red hair hung forward for a moment, shielding his face, but even they could not hide the glitter of blue eyes. The guard released air from his lungs, tightened his waist belt, and looked at the course leading outside.

“Then let's go,” he said simply.

The sun had already risen and slowly crawled up the pale blue sky. Frost, even with a light morning breeze, teased rather than burned. The guard slowly scored a full chest of air, exhaled sharply, and a light cloud of vapor almost instantly dissipated into the clear mountain air.

A thin layer of snow on the frozen rocky ground with a crunch lay under the boots, leaving clear, shallow prints. The guard made several leisurely steps along the pristine snow-white cover, as if trying to feel the ground under his feet, and looked back at the entrance and Leliana, who was still standing next to him.

- What is it? - With a raised eyebrow she asked, nodding at a short chain of tracks.

- The beginning of the new road - smiled Warden.

Slightly bent her head to the side, Leliana slowly stepped forward. Next to the wide imprint of the men's boot there was a small mark with a pointed nose and a narrow heel.

- And where does she lead?

- Orley. Nevarra. Antive Rivaine - The Guardian's smile has become a little wider.- To the winds that push you to make a step, and to the winds that you have to meet with your chest, to unheard melodies and unsung songs, to stories about separation and reunion, about feats and victories, about brigands and vegetables!

“And puddings,” Leliana added with a smile.

Gently stepping on loose crunchy snow, she overcame the last steps that separated her from the Guard. Two hands touched each other, and strong male fingers intertwined with elegant women. Leliana looked up and met the Guardian’s gaze.

There was no need for words. The two knew everything that could be said, and much more than that. This knowledge hovered in the frosty morning air, was guessed in barely noticeable hard folds in the corners of his mouth, hid in a smooth, but not disappeared wrinkle between her eyebrows. They will not be easy. The hard shell of the scars that covered the body and the soul will not peel off with husks, as if by magic of a magician's staff; the burden of serious doubts and painful thoughts will not fall from the shoulders and will not dispel like a bad dream under the first rays of the sun. The road will be neither simple, nor direct, nor short.

But they stepped forward together, because the time has come for a story that will belong only to them.

5 comments
  • January 28, 2019 1:45

    Perfectly!

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  • February 4, 2019 16:55

    Right, thanks. He doubted whether to publish it here at all - too distracting from the site’s style - but if someone liked it, then I decided to post it for good reason.

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  • February 17, 2019 7:17

    But it is very vivid and brings back those very memories, when for the first time you discover this unusual world with all its heroes for yourself)

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  • February 12, 2019 3:43

    The authors of the erotic fairy tale genre, I would like to order the continuation of a single work, if you want to earn your talent, write me an email

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  • March 25, 2019 11:59

    Favorite author is finally back, glad to see you again!
    Regarding the Inquisition, I wanted to say that with all its flaws, the characters and the plot are still at the level. Worth attention, in my opinion. He played with great pleasure than in DA2.

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