Half-Breed: Ch. 1 and 21
"It was many years ago that the elves, dragons, and humans were able to live in peace. Elves crafted the world; dragons ruled the skies and humans gathered the gifts for life. Upon a high mountain, known as Taliea, the great draconic rulers of this world watched over all.
"Darkness stirred in their hearts, however, and many humans saw the corruption of the scaled beasts. They knew how the dragons were letting the humans die, the scaled beings not giving a care to our race.
"One human stood strong above the rest. It was he who knew how to conquer this cruelty. When our ancestors looked to our kin who controlled the elements for help, they were called foolish and shortsighted. To the humans' horror, the users of magic joined these corrupted creatures. It was then the war began. All lost count of how long the battles lasted. Years, decades, a century. The sun rose from the forest and set behind the mountains many times before the last of the dragons were driven out of
The Dark PromiseThe darkspawns' shrill screams echoed around him, drowning out everything. He was lost in a green haze, and it was slowly collapsing in on him. His insides felt as though they were burning, as though he were just undergoing the Joining.
Then, Alistair snapped awake in a cold sweat, and it took him several moments to focus on the ceiling of their room and realize his fellow Warden's hand was on his bare shoulder. He heard a murmur with no words, but already knew what Kallian was asking. He looked away from her, and then he tried desperately to even out his breathing.
"You aren't going to Orzammar alone."
Alistair sat up and pressed the base of his palms into his eyes, "I have to, Kal... You know I do. You're needed here."
The elf beside him snorted a little, "Damned to the Fade, I am. We've gotten enough wardens recruited, someone else can take up the mantle. I'm not letting you face off against the legions of darkspawn in the Deep Roads by yourself."
Alistair looked over at Kallian. He