I’ve journeyed deep into the fade in ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of lost civilizations.
I’ve watched as hosts of spirits clash to re-enact the bloody past in ancient wars both famous and forgotten.
Every great war has its heroes, I’m just curious what kind you’ll be.
I lay in dark and dreaming sleep, while countless wars and ages passed. I woke still weak a year before I joined you.
My people fell for what I did to strike the Evanuris down, but still some hope remains for restoration.
I saw a young Qunari work-
ing in a simple kitchen, bak-
ing bread as she was ordered every morning.
In every loaf she broke the rules.
She'd take a pinch of sugar and
would fold it to the center, like a secret.
And this act of
small rebellion
brought a shining
smile across her face.
I found an ancient spirit who
had once been undisputed king
of almost every land I had discovered.
Like pride or rage, it was the Fade's
reflection of a feeling. When
I asked which one it was, the spirit faltered.
"They've forgotten,"
said the spirit.
"There remains no
word for what I was."