Literature
blossom [ dragon age ]| cullen
Don't think about the choices that you make.
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Distant screams, sounds of clashing metal and the sharp, pungent smell of the Haven that you know, burning to ashes.
Repeatedly, your feet pound into the ground as you run. Your whole body aches, your lungs burn for breath, yet you dare not stop. You are the Inquisitor, and you must save them. The ones who willingly came to help, the ones who believed in your cause-- the ones recruited by you.
They came, they strove--
And now they burn
Somehow, the paths throughout Haven seem endless, unfamiliar. There's so much smoke and it all burns your eyes and lungs. There are so many cries for help,