Control (Alarian)

little thing I wrote up just so I had something to post.

“Control and Violence are what makes the world go round. It's sad but it's true.” I say cynically. We stand on the ruins of an elven city on the Tevene border. “Who ever controls the violence rules the world, it's simple really.” Alistair looks at a crumbling pillar that once held up a great hall. “How old is it?” He asks touching it slightly and a piece of the remaining stone turns to dust scattering to the wind. “Who knows. Probably at least a few hundred years. Possibly upwards of a thousand.” Leliana interjects having him step away from the pillar. Zevran gracefully leaps from stone to stone exploring the ruins while Sten stands solitary in complete silence. Morrigan sits looking board “What's wrong?” I ask sitting next to her and she sighs “Why are we here?” I shrug “To investigate.” She gives me a look before standing up “To investigate what?! There's nothing here! Nothing but stone and dust and heat!” She gestures to the broken towers and scattered remains of the city. “There's nothing left!” Alistair walks over to us then “She's right, Ali. There's nothing here, let's go home.” I think that's the first time I'd ever heard him agree with her. Suddenly I become very sad as the realization dawns on me, and I begin to cry. “You're right.” I sob “They're all gone. All of them. everything…” How did I manage to believe that somehow someone had survived? It would have been impossible. At the start of the Chantry there had been what would later be called an Exalted March on the city, the soldiers came in and razed it to the ground for no real reason but senseless violence. They saw a group of people with great potential and felt the need to be in control of them, the group resists and violence breaks out. I think back to when the city still stood. How many had been massacred then and how many have died throughout the world since? And for what? Nothing but the useless construct of control. Drying my eyes and coming to my senses I get up “Let's go.” And the group hesitantly follows...

Until next time,

 Max