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        xxxThere was a certainty in the way she carried herself - the whimsical toe to heel gait and occasional tiptoe run, - evident in mannerism and tone. Cece, get yourself together! The third-person pep talks, and drummer boy beat that accompanied her in travels - dun dun dun, - like mechanical hearts beating, beating.

        xxxCece was happiest at moments like this, walking home from a day of endless studying and lectures. The clouds were nearly the same color as her dress: shades of orange stretched across the infinite horizon.

        xxxThere was her relentless cheerfulness, the happy-go-lucky outlook that worked wonders on awkward conversations, filling unbearable silences and implied ellipses. Cecelia. Or Cece. Short and sweet. Nothing about the carnival. Or the bears. Or the fennec fox that followed her everywhere. Just, Cece. "Boris!" her voice carried down the empty street. The fox yelped, spun in jovial circles, then stood on his hind legs. A familiar whistle followed; successive staccato bursts of high pitched C-notes sent him dashing towards her. They walked beside one another from the University, towards their apartment of several years. A circle of cars filled the cul-de-sac, some in shade, others in the fading afternoon light.

        xxxThe Festival was the only thing she looked forward to: a sliver of hope in the impending apocalypse that was Exam Week. Being a Cho - and all Cho's knew this - she had to pass every single exam.

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xxxInside one of the compartments of the confessional, a deep, singsong voice went on: "Father, I must confess... I abhor my sister. This morning she brought in flowers and my entire face turned red. I've been with her all my life, yet she still forgets that I'm allergic to chrysanthemums! She nearly killed me." The voice, at times nasally and hoarse, could only belong to Henry Ansell, whose boyish features made him look like a schoolboy underneath the dimly lit box. His cheekbones were like gothic arches beneath his sunken eyes. As a writer, he knew how to express himself simply and forwardly; as a man, he was callow and mundane, embodying, at times, the characters of his own creation.
xxxIf was as if he had no identity of his own. Perhaps, this was true: Henry and his sister - The Ansell Twins - were constantly being defined by the other’s reputation. If one fell, so would the other.
xxxBut they had always stood together, through their misfortunes, trials, and even in their separations. Henry came to be known as the church’s longtime organ player, and his sister an esteemed member of the choir.
xxxThe confessional was a rustic fixture in the corner of the Brompton church, tucked away behind a pair of thick marble pillars that towered over the whole interior. In the ceiling, each set of pillars - six in all, three on one side and another three opposite - met to form flying buttresses. These arches gave the impression that the main corridor was longer than it actually was.
xxxHenry blew into a handkerchief, opened his thin-lipped mouth to speak again, but found himself sneezing into the wooden grille.
xxx“Bless you.” said the father, instinctively.
xxx“You really shouldn’t.” Another voice interjected, sharp and crisp through the wood. The priest slid down the panel of the other compartment; a click and a clasp filled the small chamber.
xxx"Nearly killed you. If I had succeeded, I would be at home writing your eulogy. Father, should it begin with 'he was an annoying, half-witted imbecile and I will miss him dearly,' or 'those weren't chrysanthemums, they were peonies’?" The woman quipped. It was Edith, the louder of the two. She was doe-eyed, fresh faced and youthful; her hands looked as if they haven’t done work at all, pallid and veinless. At times, she found herself saying more than intended: this alone has deterred more suitors that she could possibly count.
xxxMore than once, she had gone under the pretense that she was Mrs. Ansell in order to evade an affectionate love letter or two. It was her innate stubbornness that gave her the audacity to once pen the line, I can’t endure you for a minute, let alone a lifetime, to a certain Thomas in Essex.
xxxShe pursed her lips, then prodded the panel’s lattice woodwork with her forefinger. The priest looked from one to the other. From a distance, one could immediately discern their hair - a shade of brown that made their resemblance unmistakable: their upturned noses at once strange and endearing; even their clothes seemed to mirror their shared identity.
xxx“Here I thought you came by to say ‘ello,’ not to complain about each other. I’m gettin' too old for your bickering.” The Father’s annoyance was quick to turn into happy anticipation, as he knew what came next:
xxx"I did come to say hello!” They declared in unison.
xxx"Alright alright. Four ‘Hail Marys,’ both o' you.”
xxxThe two recited the words aloud, their voices overlapping.
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xxxThe hansom came to a halt in front of the church doors. Its driver was a plump twentysomething man, his nose a bulbous marble that seemed to glisten in the light. Outside, the building appeared vacant and unoccupied; its gothic exterior casted an imperius shadow on the surrounding pavement. Nearby, a magnificent black Shire tapped on the trodden floor with its great hoof. It was a curious creature, always sniffing at this and that.

xxxA church bell rung high above slate roofs and storied buildings. Its sound imposed a sense of foreboding: flocks of birds scattered from the tower, then disappeared into the distance. An eerie stillness followed. Gradually, the tall rosewood doors opened.

xxxThe Twins emerged arm-in-arm from the inner corridor. Once they approached the hansom, Edith entered first, ignoring her brother’s extended hand. They sat in silence during the first stretch of the ride towards Kensington. The loud thumping of the horse’s gallop and creaking wooden wheels were the only sounds that filled the small compartment. Outside, the street was lined with fog-colored row houses, mirrored on either side. They seemed to go on and on, their only distinguishable features being the curtains behind each window.

xxx“I’m terrible at floral arrangements, you know.” Edith said, in an effort to fill the silence.
xxx“If you wanted to add a bit of color to the house, you could’ve just bought me a painting.”
xxxShe surmised that the lack of color in the house was due to Henry’s disinterest in decorating. His corner of the house was sparsely furnished; the only constant in their ever-changing arrangement of chairs and desks, amongst other things.
xxx“You’re too grounded, Henry.” The series of identical houses ended briefly, then a new set began, the color muddier than the last. He said nothing; a quiet admission of defeat. “There is such thing. You need a bit of excitement in your life: something that will get your heart racing - and I don’t mean a woman.” A gothic statue came into view. She felt the same apprehension as a child when she first saw the imposing rosewood doors of the church: a sensation that began at the pit of her stomach and travelled along her nerves.
xxxAnd she thrived on it.
xxxStop!
xxxThe horse whinnied as the driver yanked on its reins, putting an abrupt stop to the carriage. The Twins lurched forward and Edith bolted out the door, dragging her brother along.
xxx“We’ll be back.” She tugged onto the sleeve of his beige knee-length coat, then jerked to a halt in front of the great statue: it was of a woman, strange yet inviting. The door to the entrance was partly open, and one could see the backs of empty seats. Henry hid his own inward curiosity - there was something remarkable about an obscure theater - and for the meantime he allowed Edith to lead on.

"They're at it again, lassie."
The horse, to the hansom driver's surprise, nodded.
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xxxThey entered slowly, as to not interrupt a rehearsal: a young woman stood center stage reciting the line: Foul spirit, retire! in a myriad of emotions. She didn't notice the Twins until they neared the apron.

xxx“He’s through there.” The woman languidly pointed to one side of the theater.User Image
xxx“Who?” She looked from one to the other, then replied:
xxx“Someone came to see Mr. Rheinfeldt earlier. I assume you’re here to do the same.”
xxx“Rhein...?”
xxxEdith elbowed her brother in the chest. “Yes, he’s been expecting us.”
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xxxThe two glanced at each other, then prepared to meet Rheinfeldt, a man whom they both knew nothing about. For Edith, it was an opportunity to perform beyond the confines of the church: the theater was a welcome change of scenery. It evoked an air of gothic mystery that undoubtedly drew them both. They wandered through a poorly lit area of the theater, its wooden framework barely visible on the walls and ceilings. When they were no longer within earshot of the stage, Henry began:

xxx“We know nothing about this Rheinfeldt fellow. He could be the theater ghost, for all we know.” He kept his voice down, in case it were true.
xxxEdith stood in front of him, her childlike happiness infectious. “Oh hush. This could be our chance to perform on a stage, Henry! Tell me that is not what you’ve been dreaming of.”
xxx“That is your dream, sister. Not mine.” A faint barking came from the end of the corridor nearby. They followed it together.

xxxThe dog’s dainty ears perked up once they came near it. It tilted its small head in confusion, but quickly assumed a defensive stance and growled at them both. Not far off, a woman stood by the door to what they assumed to be Rheinfeldt’s room. Henry could only make out a pale hand, with slender fingers and sharpened nails.

xxx“Are you waiting for Mr. Rheinfeldt as well?” They asked, their eyes still fixed on the woman’s ghastly fingers.

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LOCATION: A theater in London's West End
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xxxIn the stillness of the theater, Henry found himself regretting their decision to embark on this little “adventure.” Yet, he thought of the theater’s quaintness, of the gothic statue’s hands - the way its stolid fingers curled round the torches, identical like they were, - and felt drawn to the place. It reminded him of the solace within the church walls. Faint voices came from Rheinfeldt’s room and the direction of the stage. These aged walls, Henry knew, have heard years of histrionics, monologues, and music. He brushed his fingertips against one panel, let the dust trinkle down gently like ash from an open urn, then turned to face the woman - or was it man? - directly. Meanwhile, Edith was preoccupied with a loose thread on her beige petticoat. The edges of the skirt fell squarely at her ankles.

xxx“Neither did we.” said Edith, at length. “This is Rheinfeldt’s little mutt, then?” The dog seemed to have picked up on her tone and growled at them deeper. Their shoulders tensed at the sound.
xxx“Appointments? Yes, he made one with us...yes...err, the other day?” Henry looked to his sister nervously. There was an exchange of curt nods and surreptitious whispering. An agreement reached. “We’ll wait for him. You know how he is during mornings.” She clapped Henry on the shoulder, then pressed her lips into a thin line that she reserved only for men.

xxxThey heard a faint voice from the room, followed by a thud and heavy footsteps.
xxx“Oh, that must be Steinfeldt!”
xxx“Rheinfeldt!” She elbowed him again, harder than before. They listened in closely, heard what the man in question had to say to them before entering, then began to piece together its context. Henry surmised that the man didn’t take kindly to guests...
xxxThe dog slipped in through the door. After moments of deliberation, - mostly with raised eyebrows and nudging, - Edith broke her silence.
xxx“Sorry for being late, Mr. Rheinfeldt!” She stood behind the stranger and projected her voice loud enough for him to hear.

xxxTo the stranger, Henry added, “What she meant to say was, ‘after you.’ It’s only fitting, considering you were here before us.” How he desperately wanted to tell this man everything! That they only knew Rheinfeldt by name and were looking to take advantage of his generosity - should they even be given an opportunity to speak to him. It was only a matter of time before their tangle of lies would unravel before them.

xxxEdith took a step forward, - her heel lifted up a cloud of dirt and dust - but her brother stood in place.

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                                          xxxThere are words that, once heard, make a home out of a person: staying for days or even lifetimes until it occupies another worthy of its presence, never leaving a house the same way it was found. For Blackwall, the words were from a song that had settled comfortably in his mind, his sister’s soft, lilting voice melding with the sound of two pairs of feet hammering against the snow. In the distance, nestled in the white spires of pines and roofs, a sheet of pale green light danced in the cold air.

                                          xxxMockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still. What do you see from the top of that hill?

                                          xxxThe hill overlooked a row of snow covered tents. A few feet ahead of him, his recruit gestured at the distant pillars of smoke that rose from Haven. He was a young man from Wycome, lanky and slight, whose sharp gaze envied the dagger he wielded. Blackwall towered over him, his sunken eyes deepening each time he furrowed his brows. He was the epitome of a nomad, wandering from one desolate woodland to the next, doing what he thought Grey Wardens did best: trying to save the world - one small village at a time. His thick, unkempt beard did little to hide the grimace that had slowly taken form on his face. Like a knight carved from stone, he carried a weight far heavier than any armor or sword, and did so quietly.

                                          xxxCan you see up? Can you see down?

                                          xxxThey ran past frozen pines and weatherbeaten rocks, then came to a slow stop in front of the chantry doors. A flock of birds darted across the turbulent sky, fleeing from the screams of villagers. Blackwall couldn't look away from their soot-stained faces. Passerby, in all degrees of distress, caught a glimpse of the rift, its movement and pulsations like a slow dying candle.

                                          xxxCan you see the dead things all about town?

                                          xxx“Maker, I've never seen anything like it.” The recruit muttered under his breath, trembling. It wasn’t from the cold. “W-what will you do?”

                                          xxxBlackwall drew his blade and shield, taking slow and measured steps closer to the rift. “Kill whatever demon comes out of it.” The words were an order, both to the recruit and inwardly to himself.

                                          xxxThere was a part of him that still wanted to shut his eyes and pretend that the world would fix itself. Blackwall recognized the same man in the recruit beside him, and spoke the words that he had always wanted to hear from a Warden; the only warden who ever believed in him.

                                          xxx“Prove that you're worthy of being a Grey Warden.” He asserted, watching his recruit’s expression turn from fear to determination. The rift crackled and pulsed abruptly, and fissures of green light began to form all around them. The man produced a dagger from his waist and stood behind Blackwall, who held his shield up to the light.

                                          xxxA demon began to take shape in one of the fissures.


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                                          xxxA few feet from the rift, Blackwall felt fear rising from his chest, its grip like ropes tightening under his armor. He half-hoped that the tear would fade into Maker-knows-where the moment they struck down enough wraiths, demons, or everything else he had read - and forgotten about - in dogeared bestiaries and torn journal pages. Nothing could prepare any of them for the guttural sound that followed, as the first wave of wraiths formed in front of him and the scouts.

                                          xxxNearby, Blackwall caught a familiar and welcome sight: a man in Grey Warden armor, the steel griffon reflecting rays of green and, now, magical blue light. He turned to the direction of the spellcaster, a woman with pointed ears that stuck out from a thicket of black hair.

                                          xxxHe positioned himself to block the energy that spewed from the rift, watching in silent awe how the sphere had slowed the wraiths. His recruit, seeing the opening, joined the scouts in flanking the demon. One less to worry about, he thought, moving again to stand between the rift and the Warden. Another wraith, slowed but determined, began to close in on them.

                                          xxx“On your left!” Blackwall yelled, raising his shield against its attacks. Energy pounded loudly against steel, his hand straining to hold under the impact of the blasts. He instinctively closed his eyes the moment the wraith lunged at his shield, a reflex that haunted him since the day he left his old life behind.

                                          xxxNo matter how far he traveled, the image of a bloodstained griffon was ineffably seared into his mind; the shade of red deeper than any wine he had ever seen. He could recall the paralyzed features of the man he was meant to protect, eyes permanently fixed to a somber grey sky; the body that was supposed to be his.

                                          xxx“I'll support you!”
                                          xxxWhen Blackwall opened his eyes again, he saw the light from her barrier swirling around his feet.

                                          xxxHe nodded in thanks before turning his attention back to the battle. In between sword swings, he said, “I appreciate the warning. Magic can be...unpredictable. Very unpredictable.” The rest of the sentence was swallowed up by the crackling of the rift.



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                                          xxxIn the heat of battle, Blackwall thought of nothing but stopping the demons. He could hear his heart pounding through his armor, louder still with the start of the second wave. Somewhere in the chaotic mass of barriers, archers, and scouts, he caught glimpses of the Warden, bruised but fighting. This alone was enough to rally him for the rest of the fight. He heard his orders through the shrieking, clear and commanding, pushing forward after each successive swing and block.

                                          xxxHe saw the ends of arrows peeking out from under the snow; the writhing remains of a gaunt and emaciated demon; a hand glowing bright green. The Warden’s hand. He immediately raised his shield in anticipation of another demon, but the rift was gone, and they were left with the glowing remnants of a world that had somehow broken into theirs.

                                          xxx“Maker’s balls.” Blackwall remarked, more to himself than to anyone else, as he watched the mage try to break the Warden’s fall. He weaved through the crowd of tense archers and scouts to take a closer look at who had gathered: an elf whose remarks seemed to mirror his own, and a healer who had knelt beside the warden. At this point, he felt that Maker’s saggy anything was an understatement: can the man do the same with the Breach? There were endless questions left swirling in his mind. He moved close enough to be heard.

                                          xxx“Will he be alright? There must be something…” He trailed off, realizing that all of this was beyond him. All he could do was put his trust in the healer and the mage.


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                                          xxxThe healer’s words reminded him that they were in the cold, a detail he had overlooked once the rift loomed over them. With it closed, he was left with a group that was as shaken as he was, if not visibly then discreetly. The rumors were true: he had seen with his own eyes that the rifts could be closed - but not without cost.

                                          xxxBlackwall glanced from the elf to the unconscious Warden with concern, hoping that his expression would serve as an answer. If it had been his doing, he wouldn’t have had as much luck as the man that laid in the snow, surrounded by so many that would thank him that moment he wakes. He pictured himself unconscious in some place no one could find him, - near a forgotten wyvern’s nest or in a wolf’s den, perhaps - dying a traitor’s death; a thought that sufficed to keep him fighting to stay alive in every battle.

                                          xxxHe looked up at the hooded woman who addressed him. Her authoritative tone told him that she spoke for the Inquisition. “Of course. You’ll need all the help you can get.” He replied, his tone softening near the end. Witness statements alone won’t be enough to convince all of Thedas that these rifts could be dealt with, even if they were from a Warden, but it was a start. Blackwall wasn’t in a position to argue, not when the woman already began to give out the rest of her orders. He moved closer to the unconscious Warden to join the healer and mage, lifting the man from the snow before looking to the chantry doors. “It’ll more than that to take down a Warden.” He said, talking as if the man was already awake.

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