different from when she dreamt. While her dreams were not always pleasant, she
never had felt physically sick when she wandered the Fade in them. Siryn
wondered if it was the Fade itself or the Nightmare’s mockery, the bizarre
landscape the demon had created around them to unnerve them.
which attacked them – and that appeared to her in the shape of giant poisonous spiders
– did one last thing … She only hoped it would end soon and that the end of
their journey through the Fade was near.
another spider shaped demon which attempted to rip her face off her skull with
the sharp end of her staff, shuddering as the thing jerked on her blade. These
demons weren’t hard to kill, but every time she was attacked by them, she felt
like some part of her was more and more laid bare for the fearlings and the
Nightmare to feed on.
yourself against them, vhenan. They
only have power over you if you allow it.”
flickered over to Solas and she nodded, squaring her shoulders. They could only
steal from her if she let them …
“I’ll try to
keep it in mind, Solas.” She cast a glance over her shoulder, where Sera and
Iron Bull struggled with their own fearlings.
Sera’s face showed
a sickly grey color, and her eyes were filled with horror while she tried to
shoot the demons which attacked her.
Bull roared with a mixture out of rage and fear while his large battle-hammer
slammed the demons.
they could need some advice …”
“Fear is a
powerful emotion, hardly overcome by advice. They are uncomfortable with the
mere thought of being here, which further fuels the Nightmare’s power over
quite comfortable with being here either …” Siryn yanked at her staff to free
it from the fearlings all too spider-looking remains.
“Yet you do
not fear the Fade itself. This is why the Nightmare cannot affect your mind
like it is able to do with our companions.” Solas waved his staff, freezing one
of the more aggressive fearlings attempting to eat Sera’s face. “We should
hurry, if we are to escape the demon.”
was Hawke’s voice. “I’m done with this place, for, like a hundred years.
Luckily I won’t live long enough to return here in a hundred years … which is a
“Hawke, Hawke, do you really believe you can return to him after all
what has happened? You have failed once, and you will fail again!”
is exactly why I’m done with this place.” Hawkes eyes narrowed. “Demon, if you
want so enrage me, you’re doing a great job there!”
Nightmare’s voice only laughed, a sinister sound rumbling in a stone beneath
their feet, vibrating in the air where it seemed to linger for moments. Siryn
shuddered … Maybe she was more focused than the rest of them – safe for Solas
perhaps –, but that didn’t mean that this place didn’t drain her willpower with
every moment more she had to spend here.
“And you, Herold? How long will it take them to see through your
charade? You will share his destiny.”
her lips. “I never claimed to be holy.”
“Shartan never claimed it too. Who will save you and your people when
you fail? You have no heart, little pretender, and that what was given to you
is old, dead and withered.”
You can’t scare me, demon.” Her hands clenched around the shaft of her staff. She
could not help but shudder.
“You have abandoned your duty. Your selfishness will cost them all.”
listen to him, vhenan.”
Nightmare giggled, a malicious sound that poisoned the air.
“You cannot escape, little pretender. You can never escape. You have
failed your clan and you don’t even know it.”
shook her head.
Nightmare was lying. It would do everything within its power to shake her
resolve, to undermine her willpower. It spoke of her fears, but nothing of it
was true. Her fears weren’t real.
right. The demon could only take from her what she gave him. And she would give
it nothing. It had already belittled her, had stolen her memories of what
happened at the conclave. She would not allow it to steal more from her.
be overcome, demon. Try your best.”
not give in.
Nightmares laughter lingered poisonous in the air. “We shall see.”
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