(A view of the Dreamer storyline in Dragon Age II from the demon’s perspective.)
How long could the mountains wait in the waking world? The shapes of mortals whispered forever and yet when empires fell to ruin and seas drained, turning to an inky fastness in the time it took for a dreamer to wake, there was no forever. Not in the Fade.
Perhaps forever was the ruined Seat, desiccated and destroyed. Forever was the time it would take to reach those charred streets from across the luminal stretches. Forever was wasting away in a journey that would not end even when the ideas keeping a thing’s form together threatened to shatter against the knowledge of what had once been golden. Forever was the fate of the magisters, the fate of the mountains.
But the demon was given to understand that mountains split wide and poured acid and fire into the world, changing everything. Humans lived under those mountains, even when they’d torn open within recent memory. Humans waded through the ash and blood to rebuild, never learning and never remembering.
For they lived under the fire-laced mountains that were the mage Towers. These mountains stood tall and silent and forever, but inside there was acid and there was fire. None knew this better than the demons. It could be said that the Fade was the belly of the earth, of these silent towers with their silent residents.
The Fade was full of flame.
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