Her cheeks were wet. Darkspawn blood, the rain, her own blood, that of her friends, her sweat. But it was the tears that caught her by surprise. Why was she crying? Was it sadness? No, perhaps… Loneliness. As she saw the Archdemon panting, his tainted eyes glowing with ancestral formidability, she couldn’t help feeling pity for the beast he had become.
Had he loved his children the way her family had loved her? Had he mourned their death the way she had mourned the death of her loved ones? The moment before raising the sword, the faces of the many people that had given everything to ensure that she got to be there raced before he