#brokenlegacy

“How did you do it?” for once there’s a QUIET enveloping them.  No ambushes of attack or self-proclaimed Gods on supposed archdemons within sight.  Their trip to the fade left her shaken,  FAILURE was a fear and so much of it plagued her-   the future at Redcliffe still left her guilty,  one misstep and the world would fall to ash.  It was all on her, how fucking terrifying.

But she was not the only one who had been forced into the chosen one narrative. Who had the burden of all upon slender shoulders. Seated for tea with the Hero of Fereldan, internally left a bumbling mess, she allowed the heat of the herbed liquid to soothe her nerves, maybe she should’ve gone with ELFROOT .