peopleofthedas | Blood Wound

WELL THIS IS IT! Blood Wound is officially FINISHED. It isn't the end of Alim's story though. I want to say thanks to everyone who has followed and commented and read and just been generally awesome. This fic has by far been my longest running one, even if it isn't as long in words as Shades was, it's taken me the longest time to get here, and I'm really happy to finally be finished with it. HOWEVER, stay tuned for Pull of the Abyss, which will chronicle the time between the end of Awakenings and the beginning of DA2. (YEAH I KNOW TIMELINES ARE BUGGERED BUT YOU CAN THANK DAVID GAIDER FOR THAT. Since he does what HE wants, SO DO I).

The alley was small and dank and dark - a typical example of its kind, and the assassins that crowded into it in pursuit of the fleeing elf were also typical of this part of Rialto - swarthy, fast and very, very determined.

The elf cursed as he hit the back wall of the alley, turning to face his pursuers.

"Only three?" he said, white teeth flashing in a grin. "The crows are running short, no? You'd think you would run away more."

"Traitor," one of the assassins hissed. "Nuncio wants your head, and he'll have it."

The elf grinned again, turning his body to hide a movement with one hand, and the assassin who had spoken collapsed suddenly, a knife in his throat. The elf tutted. "Now now," he said. "I was taught to avoid that sort of throw when I was six summers. The crows are getting soft."

The remaining two assassins did not speak, only charged. There was a flurry of movement, and the two humans fell, leaving the elf standing. His daggers were dripping with blood and his grin fixed.

"Ah, this really gets the blood pumping, no?" he whispered, then coughed, doubling over and clutching at his side. "Possibly too much, in this case." He stumbled out into the harsh sunlight, shaking his head. "This was a lot easier when I had my own personal healer," he muttered. "You are late, Alim. I shall have harsh words with you when you get here." He coughed again and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, leaving a red streak behind. "Not until after you've healed me, however."

He continued to mutter to himself as he made his way through the streets, drawing the odd curious look, but no real interest. Drunk elves, bleeding assassins, these were common enough in Rialto. The wise citizen kept their opinions, and their feelings, to themselves.

When the city guard found the corpses a few hours later, a snail like trail of blood led through the dust away from the alley, fading to nothing close to the docks.

Blood Wound - Epilogue

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