Phantom
Uh, I didn't do it.
*WARNING MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DRAGON AGE 2
Dragon Age: Champions of Kirkwall
Nine heros stood and faced death together. Hours ago, they had to leave behind one of their own, but still they stood strong against their foes. The nine – two from a home long gone, a dwarf with a penchant for lying, a templar's widow and her new husband, a seemingly immoral pirate, an exiled elf, a delinquent prince cast out by his own family, and an ex slave – they all stood huddled together, knowing they were now so much more than what they once had been, as the Templars closed in on them. Both sides were waiting their opponents to make the first move.
Varric and Sebastian had their arrows targeted on Cullen, who held his sword only inches away from the Champion's heart. Daggers in hand and sneering at any templar who made the slightest advance toward them, Isabela guarded a trembling Merrill. Aveline stood at the side her husband, Donnic, both willing and ready to lay down their lives for a dear friend. Carver and Fenris stood on opposite sides of the Champion. Fenris was smiling at the irony of it. They were both protecting someone they had once resented and now were about to die for a cause neither of them believed in.
No one really knew exactly what happened next. Some say the loyal templar Carver took a slight step forward defying his commander. Others say Cullen either respected or feared the Champion too much to try to arrest him. A few even say that mind control was used on the Templars. Still there are those who swear that in the Champion's eyes, the Knight-Captain saw a sheer force of will he had not seen since last since the Annulment of the Ferelden Circle, another mage, another Amell.
Still, for whatever reason, Cullen lowered his sword. Nine sets of eyes locked with his in understanding, and the Champion exhaled slightly. The rest of the templars followed suit stepping back, watching the Nine nervously. The Champion stepped backwards slowly and then, grabbing his brother by the arm, led the other eight quickly out of the Gallows. They came to the city as refugees and exiles, as they disappeared into the burning streets of Kirkwall, they left as legends. The White City of Chains indebted to them for all they'd done. Each one of them a Champion in their own right.
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Very short fic that I wrote for the last few moments of Dragon Age 2. Be sure to check out my other fanfics, here or at fanfiction.net.