1 Work by etheratisha in Dragon Age: Origins
Regret curls in his stomach as he pants, out of breath and bloody. Blood slips down his face in a twisted caress. His hands are clenched so tightly around his sword that he is sure his knuckles would ache if not for the bloodlust and battle joy raging inside him. If there is anything he has learned in this past year of his life it is that he no longer fears death only regret. His life flashes through his eyes as a list of mistakes and choices he wishes he had never made, or choices he desperately wishes he had. It has never been as strong a feeling as it is here and now, facing down the archdemon on the top of Fort Drakon. He has but a moment, but it feels like an eternity, as he rushes forward, sliding beneath the monstrous dragon’s neck, blood pouring down on him as the dragon rears its head in a roar before collapsing. His sword falls to end the archdemon’s life and as the light envelops him, he lets go of his regrets.