Of Ghouls and Broodmothers

Of Ghouls and Broodmothers
Changing- But is it for the better?

A/N: I am soooo very sorry for not posting for so long, reality got in the way and I've had no time after work but to eat then sleep. SO I am going to make it up to you all by posting two chapters one today and another tomorrow :) I hope you like them, as promised this is from several peoples point of views. I was going to do Alistair but that would be too predictable (and a bit too sappy). Enjoy xMelaniex.

As usual Dragon Age is the product of Bioware and EA I own nothing. If I did Dragon Age Inquisition would be out already.

Morrigan's POV:
It had been a few days since my friend had been captured by the cursed darkspawn. If they had any logical thought at all they would have taken the thousands of creatures that the grey wardens- or rather Elyssa had killed before them into consideration. Surely by now she would have annihalated every last creature in her path and would already be in Orzammar attaining the help of the dwarven armies. As the foolish, man-child Alistair should have been doing instead, the princeling was sulking as we made camp for the night just below the path leading to the Frostback Mountains. The circle mage was with the priestess around the fire, adding spices to the strange food they were creating.
Mother had always told me to stick to my own and never to fawn over trivial things such as friendship, or even desiring to have siblings. But during my time with the Wardens I had come to find both in Elyssa. I had reason enough to seek for her as much as the boy did. And I had no problems telling him such. "You idiot we are never going to find your beloved if we linger here." His back tensed as I spoke. It needn't bother me he could not harm a mage. "The further we are away from her the more you will be the cause of her death and the destruction of Ferelden."
Before I could move he had unsheathed his sword and held it against my throat. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes and an angry determination spread across his features. "Don't you EVER say that again witch! I was raised to be a Templar, I was raised to cut down MAGES like you." He spat each word at me, and with every syllable I could feel his blade sinking slightly into my neck. "You know my words are true Alistair, the longer we delay the less chance we have of finding her. She could be all the way into the Deep Roads by now, hunting the Archdemon on her own. She will surely perish if we are not there with her."
He looked away from me, now the tears did fall from his eyes. Disgusting. Mother had not raised me to be a bumbling, cry baby. I did not cry when Elyssa eradicated Flemeth from the world, it had to be done it was either my survival or hers. It would be the damnation of the world before I would shed a tear. "I KNOW! You think I don't know that? I was never meant to be the leader, she was! IS! She's not dead yet I know it. But... what if they've poisoned her. What if she's turning into a ghoul?" He stopped to think for a moment. "We can't stop now, we have to find her before she's lost to us." His head rose and snapped towards the rest of the party. "Everyone! Get your sacks packed again we're not stopping until we find her!"
A roar of agreement came from the group. All of them immediately moving to gather their things. I held out my hand towards the suddenly energised Warden. Each person had something to say about his sudden change of mood as they passed us.
"Finally another worthy Warden." Sten.
"Ah young love, it brings hope to these old bones." Wynne.
"Finally! It will give me time to find some new places to leave my foes and find some gold." Zevran
"More destruction of Darkspawn. I love it." Shale.
"Hopefully we will find her safely." Leliana.
"Enchantment!" Sandal was the last to speak.
"Let us leave Alistair we must make haste." I withdrew my hand from his, my bag already at my feet. "You're right." He nodded. "I'm not going to save the world on my own, Elyssa and I will do it together." I watched as he turned his back from me and picked up his own rucksack. "We're coming for you sister. Whether you need us or not." And with that I followed the group to what would most likely be our doom.
Tamlen's POV
Guilt passed through the Dalish ghoul. He had only meant to heal his beloved. It had been two days since he had fed her what she had thought was a health poultice but was just a large vial containing his blood and he hadn't meant to cause her this much pain. At least not yet. He'd honestly thought that the pains wouldn't have started until they were at their journey's end. They'd made it further into the Deep Roads than imagined. All the way past the Deep Trenches where a strange dwarf was with her kin, almost hand feeding them to the Darkspawn and writing upon scroll after scroll of her findings.
She's changing for us. She'll be one of us. Our Mother. She will bear our seed. The voice in Tamlen's head grew louder as each moment passed.
The two creatures they had picked up along the way were curled around her either side as she shuddered in pain. The roars of Darkspawn could be heard reverberating throughout the tunnels. They were getting closer to their position. "Wh-what's happening to me?" Elyssa looked up at him in agony. "You're changing Lethallan. You're becoming one of us." Her eyes widened greatly. "Us?" "A Darkspawn or rather a Darkspawn Mother. A Broodmother." Her face contorted in horror. "A Darkspawn?" Her eyes widened in realisation. "You fed me your blood? You changed me? Harellan! How COULD you?!"
He immediately moved closer, his hands framing her face. "Lethallan why do you call me trickster? I told you, only way we could be together, forever. Isn't that what we always wanted? Even as children, ma sa'lath, we will be uthenera. As we should be." His darker side was starting to show itself more prominently in her eyes. "But not as MONSTERS Tamlen! We were supposed to be immortal through the power of our people. Of our blood. Not this!" Her vision was becoming more blurred with each passing moment. "We will be immortal through our blood your blood is mine as mine is yours. You will change with my blood, no one elses!"
His hands moved down to her throat and both the Nug and Lizard snarled at him. "It's for the best my love." Make her sleep. She will awaken to see things our way. His hands tightened around her neck. Her breath became more and more laboured and her eyes began to close themselves. "Sleep, hamin, my love. It will be over soon." "Tamlen..." She gasped out before her eyes shut for the last time that day. His hands released their grip on her, the creatures next to her rearing up onto their hind legs and leaping towards him. He immediately grabbed both of them and threw them backwards. "If you both want to survive for her I suggest you stay out of my way." With that he scooped her up into his arms and carried her further to the back of the tunnel, as far away from the other Darkspawn as he could manage. Already their desperate screeches could be heard coming even closer towards the increasingly fertile Grey Warden.
The last thing to be heard was a loud roar from the ghoul.. "MINE!"

Sorry it's so short. Feel free to review, favourite or even let me know if you think I should change anything. I value all of your opinions.

Dalish Translations:
Harellan: Trickster, deceiver.
Ma sa'lath: My one love.
Uthenera: immortal. (I may have used this in the wrong context if so I apologise.)
Hamin: Relax.