Chapter 10: The Victory

The battle was fierce, brutal, bloody. The darkspawn horde was relentless, vicious, savage. The king's army was valiant, heroic, noble. The Grey Wardens were unstoppable, formidable, legendary.

We fought our way to the tower, cutting through the darkspawn ranks, dodging their arrows and claws. We reached the top, lighting the signal fire, sending a bright flame into the sky. We saw the king's cavalry charge, smashing into the darkspawn flank, breaking their formation.

We cheered, clapped, roared.

We also saw the archdemon, a huge dragon with black scales and red eyes, the leader and the source of the Blight. We saw it fly over the battlefield, breathing fire and death, destroying everything in its path.

We gasped, cursed, prayed.

We knew we had to face it. We knew we had to kill it. We knew we had to sacrifice ourselves.

We followed Duncan, who led us to the archdemon's landing spot. We joined him in his final charge, who shouted his final words: "For Ferelden! For Thedas! For the Grey!"

We echoed him, who raised our weapons and magic: "For Ferelden! For Thedas! For the Grey!"

We reached the archdemon, who roared and snapped at us. We attacked it with everything we had, who wounded and weakened it. We delivered the final blow, who pierced its heart and silenced it.

We killed it. We ended it. We won.

We collapsed, exhausted, injured, alive. We looked around, seeing the darkspawn flee, seeing the king's army cheer, seeing the other Wardens smile.

We hugged them, thanked them, congratulated them.

We survived. We succeeded. We were heroes.