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Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fan-made version of Disney's The Black Cauldron with some major differences and influences from Conan the Barbarian (1982) and many other films.

Written by RyanofClanMacHuffan

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, but I do own some of the dialogue.That's all I can promise.

Warning: This chapter will contain descriptions of horror and violence. Reader discretion is advised.

‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger.’ Friedrich Nietzsche

Prologue: The Days of High Adventure

Oh, imagine a world

It's a far away place, where fantastical beings all roam 

Where you wander among every culture and tongue

It's chaotic, but hey it's home

When the wind's from the east 

And the sun's from the west 

And the sand in the glass is right

Come on down, stop on by

Hop a Griffin and fly 

To another Veridian night! 

As you wind through the streets

At Dyflin's famed markets 

With the cinnamon-clutered stalls 

You can smell every spice

While you haggle the price

Of the silks and the satin shawls

Oh the music that plays

As you move through a maze

In the haze of your pure delight

You are caught in a trance

You are lost in the dance

Of another Veridian night

Veridian nights, like Veridian days

More often than not

Are hotter than hot

In lot of good ways 

Veridian nights, like Veridian dreams

This mystical world

Of magic unfurled

Is more than it seems

There's a road that may lead you

To good or to greed through

The power your wishing commands

Let the darkness unfold

Or find fortunes untold

Well your destiny lies in your hands! 

Veridian nights, like Veridian days

They seem to excite

Take off and take flight

To shock and amaze

Veridian nights, neath Veridian moons 

A fool off his guard

Could fall and fall hard

Out there on the dunes! 

“Between the time when the oceans drank Narnia and the rise of the Sons of Cyrodiil, there was an age undreamed of, and unto this came Cavin of Skyrim, destined to become the High King and save Veridan from evil. It is I, the Genie of the Lamp, his chronicler who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure.” 

Nestled on the borders of the great World's Edge Mountains and the ever-growing forests of Athel Loren, there was the small Nord village of Helgen in the northern land of Skyrim. It was a land of freezing cold, temperate forests, and home to the largest mountain in all Veridan, High Hrothgar.

The people who dwelled within this country were known as the Nords, a proud people who valued courage, honor, and glory in battle with emphasis on family and the communities in which they lived. While considered a ‘barbarian people’ by the other human cultures in Veridan, due to many a Nord wearing little else but animal skins or light clothing in such an unforgiving climate and their alien culture, their weapons and armor were renowned all over.

In the forges of Helgen the local blacksmith, Kristoff, was forging a magnificent sword and not because it was a special order by the governing Jarl, Dengier of Stuhn, but rather due to him becoming a father and wishing to pass this sword to his newborn son, Cavin. Forging a blade was anything but easy, however this blacksmith had been blessed by Shor the Creator-God of the Nordic pantheon with skills so great, his weapons were guaranteed to see their bearers through battle and ensure victory, and if they fell, they would carry their weapons to the paradise of Sovngarde where the honored dead went.

A Nordic sword was a weapon of great skill, some were intricate and pattern-welded, this blade was to be a masterpiece. Most kingdoms of mankind valued gold or jewels, but the Nordic people valued silver and steel, the last was considered their best-guarded secret, and no other land was as rich in such materials.

Many people sought out Nordic steel for its purity and its strength, but others sought it for selfish reasons. Among them were the Gerudo people who envied the Nords for their advanced steel weapons, yet they were able to maintain a friendly relationship with whom they saw as a ‘barbarian, degenerate’ race of humans who seemed to weather the cold better than they ever could.

Kristoff was drenched in sweat, but he continued to work on his creation regardless of the freezing cold nipping at his beard and the endless drops of sweat from his body, but he was not alone in creating his weapon. His wife, Anna, helped him in getting the furnace ready and in fashioning the sword’s handle and cross-guard, which took a few days even whilst taking care of their newborn son. After a twenty-day job, the sword was ready and presentable.

The following morning as the sun rose over the cloud drenched mountains, the wind howled and cried like wolves in the distance as a soft voice was heard speaking, “Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky, but Aslan is our god. Aslan and he shares the Heavens with the other gods.”

It was Kristoff who held his infant son Cavin in one arm and his newly forged sword in the other as he continued telling his tale, “Once, longer than time itself existed, seven fierce Draconic beings known as the Old Gods roamed Veridan, Cavin my son, and in the darkness of chaos, they defied Aslan, and they sought to overthrow his power. Aslan was angered by this insult and the Earth shook, and fire and wind struck down these impertinent Dragons and they were cast deep into the mountains.”

Cavin cooed as his father held him, as if he enjoyed hearing his voice. “Yet in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and they left it upon the battlefield. And we, who found it, are just men; not gods, not monsters, we’re just men. The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. One day when you are old enough to carry my sword, it will be up to you to learn its riddle, Cavin. It will be up to you to learn its discipline. For one day, your mother and I will not be here to help or protect you and you must learn to trust no one in this world, not men, not women, not beasts. However,” said Kristoff as he lifted his sword from the snow before finishing his tale, “This you can trust.”

Then he carried his blade and son back down to the comfort and protection of Helgen, unaware that soon everything could and would change. Unbeknownst to the people of Helgen, a band of raiders on horseback were on the borders of Falkreath Hold. Yet these were no ordinary raiders, they were the most feared and hated horse-warriors in Veridan, the Huns. Some of them were carrying a unique standard; two vicious winged black Dragons coming together, facing each other over a bloody red eye. Accompanying the Huns were a warband of Greenskins, namely Orcs and Goblins, who were the bane of all Veridan and hated by most races. Why were the Huns and these Greenskins fighting alongside each other? This was a cause for concern.

Down at Helgen, life went on as it normally had. Children were playing, fishing, guarding their parents’ flocks of sheep and goats or heads of cattle, Vilod the brewer was making his special mead with juniper berries, even Kristoff was preparing to forge yet another blade. Then suddenly, all within Helgen heard a powerful noise like a hurricane coming down from the mountains and the cold air turned blazing hot as the pines creaked and cracked around the walled town. Many people looked up unsure of what to make of this strange sound, but then a loud voice was heard crying out as the Guard-Captain appeared from the watchtower, “Dragon! A Dragon is coming! To arms! To arms!”

No sooner had this cry been heard when a loud, monstrous roar bellowed throughout the valley, followed by a maniacal cackle that would send shivers down even the bravest warriors’ spines as a powerful blast of fire belched from the sky and unto all of Helgen. The fire spread throughout the town as a monstrous shape appeared from the smoke and it was indeed a Dragon, but no ordinary Dragon.

He was a three-colored monster with huge black bat-like wings, metallic-steel and ashen-black scales over his body and a crimson underbelly, he was adorned in spikes, had vicious claws on his limbs and his fiery-yellow eyes blazed with sadistic delight. His name was Bryagh the Devil-Dragon, a creature of pure malice and wanton destruction who cared little for riches or for any precious metal, he only cared about satisfying his unquenchable bloodlust.

Arrows flew as the fierce Dragon continued his rampage, but to the archers’ shock and dismay their ammunition could not penetrate Bryagh’s thick armored underbelly, which the flying monstrosity simply laughed off before letting out another fiery blast from his maw.

Those who could not fight had to put out the fires before a loud crashing sound was heard and the gates of Helgen burst open followed by fierce war-cries, the galloping of horse-hooves and the brandishing of weapons as the Huns and Greenskins poured in, slaughtering everyone within reach.

This was far from a battle; this was pure butchery as the fires grew larger with Bryagh’s wrath and the combined might of the Huns and Greenskins killing anyone who resisted them. Kristoff grabbed his sword, ready to fight back before Anna placed her hand on his shoulder and pleaded, “Kristoff, what are you doing? We can’t win this. We’re outnumbered and outmatched. We must get out of here for Cavin’s sake.”

“Anna, Cavin must survive, whatever it takes. Cavin must live. You must save our child. I love you; you know that?” Kristoff asked as he turned to his wife, who nodded and with a tearful expression on her face she passionately kissed him. “I love you, too. We will meet again in Sovngarde, my brave blacksmith.” Anna said before she carried her son in a bundle and grabbed a basket, running as fast as she could towards the White River, while Kristoff prepared to fight off the raiders.

The leader of the Huns, a pale-grey skinned man with demonic yellow eyes named Shan Yu, swung his sword ordering his men to slaughter all those who stood in their way before he noticed Kristoff cutting down a few of his men from off their horses. “Kill that one first!”

Then one of the Huns swung his curved sword at Kristoff, who ducked out of the way before one of his fellow villagers began to bring down the marauder. That did not stop the raiders from killing other members of the village, as their archers both mounted and on foot, let loose their arrows on the defenders. Then Shan Yu noticed some tracks in the ice near the smithy leading away from the fight.

“Warriors, follow those tracks and kill whoever made them!” Shan Yu said with a sadistic grin before Bryagh took notice and cackled with a roar.

“Leave them to me, Shan Yu. I shall make quick work of these escapees.” Bryagh snarled as he flew off with murder in his eyes, much to Kristoff’s horror, knowing that his wife and child would not stand a chance against such a monster.

Taking a hint at Kristoff’s expression, Shan Yu raised his sword and cried out, “Slaughter him!” Then the whistling of arrows pierced Kristoff’s ears before he felt one land unto his chest, causing him to recoil as the arrow struck him.

Still, one arrow was not enough to stop him as Greenskin and Hun alike came at him and he continued to fight. Once he had slain two more opponents, another arrow lodged itself into his body, causing him to grunt in pain. Yet he continued to fight on, no matter the pain or how close he was to death. Sovngarde awaited him, whatever the outcome.

Meanwhile Anna was breathing heavily as she held Cavin and the basket in her arms, fighting back the tears in her eyes. She hated to do this, but it was the only way she could save her little boy and for the survival of the people of Helgen.

Once she made it to the banks of the White River, she placed the basket down softly on the banks and put Cavin in it, along with a written folder letter, before she kissed his head as he cooed a little bit, “I love you, my brave little Cavin. I wish it had never come to this, but you must live. Whatever happens to me, you must survive and live well. Your father and I love you very much and we will meet again someday in Sovngarde.”

Then she gently pushed the basket as it along with Cavin flowed down the freezing White River, away from the horror and destruction that was unfolding before a loud roar was heard and Anna looked up to see Bryagh in the air, his eyes burning and glowing with sadistic glee as he spoke in Dovahzul, or Dragon-Voice.

“Hi los kril wah grind zu’u asth grah. Foolish of you to think you can outrun a Dovah, Nord woman, but I honor your courage. Now, die in vain!” Bryagh snarled before he let out a breath of fire, but not before Anna dodged the blast, picked up a harpoon and threw it at Bryagh’s chest.

While it did not seriously wound him, the blow chipped off one of his scales, exposing his monstrous heart. “Hi fent dir fah daar, Bron!”

Then with one fiery blast from his mouth, Bryagh roasted poor Anna alive, but she did not scream or yell in pain, as she knew that her sacrifice meant Cavin’s safety. As the baby floated down the rapid river, he could barely see the horrific standard that the raiders bore amidst the fire and chaos.

Kristoff was barely holding on as he had been peppered with additional arrows in his body, his clothing and face were caked with his own blood and that of his foes. Most of the people of Helgen had either been killed or would eventually be killed, but he had to fight on.

Then a loud horn was heard blowing in the distance as the Greenskins and Huns turned to see a rider on a giant black steed with a fiery red mane and tail.

This man was an olive-green skinned behemoth of a man with long fiery red hair that was partially tied into a top knot and a fiery red beard that covered his lower face, his black clothing was like that of the Gerudo people who were mostly female, his eyes glowed like molten fire and his helmet bore a resemblance to the standard of his warriors.

The Huns and Greenskins bowed in respect and ceased fighting as the rider dismounted from his horse and drew forth his own blade, which started to glow a fiery red, from its sheath. Kristoff breathed heavily despite the pain and raised his sword, ready to fight again before the rider raised his hand.

“You have fought well, Nord, but you must now realize that you cannot win. Your people are dead and all those whom you fought to protect, including all the children, will die with you. Why continue when you can just save yourself? Surrender. You have only to kneel at my feet and not another Nord in this village shall die.” The rider said before Kristoff spat out blood from his mouth and onto his feet.

“Not everyone in Helgen is dead. But mark my words, the gods themselves will ensure that whatever plans you have they will eventually fail.” Kristoff said before he raised his blade.

“Victory or Sovngarde!” He cried out charging at the rider, who raised his own blade and steel clashed against steel as sparks flew. Kristoff was good with his sword, but he noticed as he continued to fight his opponent that his weapon glowed an unnatural red. He was up against a magic sword, one that seemed to emit the corrupting influence of the Old Gods of the ancient Tevinter Imperium.

“You seem intrigued by my weapon, Nord. This is a gift from the Old Gods, gods who offer great power in exchange for devoted service, sacrifice, and pain. Not those who are silent like your Aslan who minces words with lofty promises and false reassurances.” The mysterious rider said as he continued to fight his outmatched opponent.

Hearing these words, Kristoff swung his sword in anger which was parried at each blow, “Liar! Aslan protects all denizens of Veridan and beyond, no matter their faith.” The evil being laughed with contempt, “Then you are an even greater fool than you claim to be. Your death will be in vain and all those who oppose me will be crushed once I am made a god among mortal men.”

“God or not, I will never serve you, not in life or in death.” Kristoff said as he felt his strength waning and his opponent's blade was at his neck. “On this day, I shall go to Sovngarde.” But he continued to fight before a malignant reddish-black ooze-like substance came out from his enemy’s arm and began to wrap around Kristoff’s body, causing him to cry out in unbearable agony.

“Behold the power of Gloom. Another gift from the Old Gods.” The mysterious foe said sadistically as Kristoff continued to writhe as the substance crawled towards his sword and he could hear the blade crack and shatter like rock on glass. “Does it hurt, Nord? Gloom can be so overpowering, even a single touch from it can kill the strongest warrior within minutes. It’s akin to fire burning in your flesh and just when you think you can bare it no longer, it will slowly kill you from within. Yet, I can remedy that pain with your death.” The man said as he swung his sword, ready to kill.

“Whoever you are and whatever you are, you’re no better than a monster and one day, you’ll see that dealing with power you don’t understand is not worth the price!” Kristoff said before he swung his sword one last time at his enemy as he heard the blade break, yet heard a loud scream as it shattered his foe’s helmet and left a visible scar on his left cheek, which made him mad as he grabbed Kristoff by the shoulder and readied his sword.

“For that insult alone, I shall send you to your beloved Aslan right now, but not without telling you who sent you there. I am Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo and soon God-King of all Veridan!” The rider, now revealed as Ganondorf, said before he removed his cloven helmet and swung his sword down upon Kristoff’s head, severing it from his neck as it rolled and bloodied the snow.

Ganondorf used his cloak to wipe the blood from his blade and sheath it once again.“Anything to report, Shan Yu?”

“My warriors have searched every home and slaughtered every babe within it, my Lord Ganondorf. We’ve even collected the heads of all those we killed” Shan Yu answered before Ganondorf smirked.

“Good. Then see to it that there are no survivors and take whatever booty you can find, weapons or valuables, I care not. There must be no witnesses.” Ganondorf said, before he turned to one of his followers a brutish olive-green skinned Orc in black armor, a missing fang and a scarred left eye named Grimgor Ironhide. 

"Any news to report Grimgor?" Ganondorf asked. 

"Yeah, boss. We's searched every 'ouse an' every dwellin' place. Der ain't nobody left to tell nuttin' 'bout dis. Da rest o' Skyrim's yours fer da raidin' an' takin, Ganondorf boss!" Grimgor said as Ganondorf laughed,

“Then if that’s settled, burn this place down. No survivors, no witnesses.” Ganondorf said before Bryagh appeared, landing near the evil man.

“Ah, Bryagh. I trust that you dealt with anyone who tried to escape?” Ganondorf asked before Bryagh gave a sadistic cackle.

“Yes, indeed so, Ganondorf. None dared escape and whosever tried will eventually die from the winter cold. Soon these primitives and all those who would dare defy you will be wiped clean from the face of Veridan.” Bryagh said in a cruel tone of voice before Ganondorf picked up Kristoff’s broken blade and got back onto his horse in triumph.

“The ashes were trampled beneath the Earth, and the blood became as snow. Why did Ganondorf and his minions come? Was it for weapons of steel? Silver? Or just the pleasure of senseless murder? It was never known, for they left no one alive to tell the tale and they rode off in search of battle and plunder. However, that did not mean that Cavin’s story was at an end.”

The raiders fled the burning town of Helgen and Bryagh flew off after them towards their next destination.

Meanwhile, Cavin was safely being carried across the flowing river unaware of the carnage that had destroyed his home and left him orphaned. As a newborn, the world beyond Helgen was strange and new to him as he reached out his hand at the falling snow that landed near him. As he floated down the river, he was also unaware of a pack of wolves who noticed his basket and chose to follow it.

For a day and a half, Cavin’s basket floated deeper and deeper away from Skyrim and towards the forest lands of the Wood-Elves. The wolf pack was in hot pursuit still. Then at last his basket landed near the banks of the Silver Falls, and when it stopped floating, the wolves stared at it with interest.

Among the wolves were the alpha pair, a green and grey furred male with blue eyes named Link and a golden and white furred female with light green eyes named Zelda, who sniffed at the basket and heard Cavin’s cries, causing them to pull back.

Now wolves, as one should know, were not the vicious man-eaters that people often viewed them as. They were shy creatures that preferred to avoid humans or any other sentient being when they could. Zelda sniffed at the baby boy, who sneezed at her, causing her to move back in shock. Link looked at her in silent concern before he went towards the baby and sniffed him as Cavin placed his hand on the alpha’s nose, much to his bewilderment and annoyance as he wriggled his nose, yet at the same time he stared at the child whose eyes were filled with purity and joy.

“As is often the case in the animal world, one might expect a pack of wolves to tear a helpless baby apart for the sake of satisfying their own hunger, yet this was not one of those cases as parental instincts chose to kick in for the alpha pair.”

Link gently began to lick Cavin’s cheek, causing the baby to giggle.

Then Zelda placed her jaws on the arms of the basket and decided to carry it with her and Link followed her, along with the rest of the pack going deeper and deeper into the forest. They were going to keep him as one of their own.

A few weeks had passed, Zelda was laying on her side in her den as Cavin was out of his basket and suckling from her, along with his adopted brothers and sisters. Then a rustle from outside was heard as Link came in bearing an elk in his jaws.

“Ah yes, it sometimes goes to show that even wolves can care for even the most unlikely of people. But you know, fate has a strange way of changing the course of our lives when we least expect it.”

Outside the den, watching from afar was a reddish-brown skinned man with brown hair, dark brown eyes, a short brown beard with a white zig-zag shaped scar on his cheek and was adorned with a long brown cloak and a balaclava over his head. In his right hand he carried a simple oaken staff. He was gently sitting upon a rock, waiting for the right moment, hoping that the wolves might allow him entry and take Cavin in as his own if only for a time.

This man was Ged, or Sparrowhawk as was his true name and as many people within Veridan called him. He was a wizard of the highest degree and was an oft opponent of the Tainted Gods. If time and experience had taught Ged anything, it was to maintain patience. He needed the wolves to allow his presence, for nature was unpredictable as the weather itself and he feared that they might one day eat Cavin if he was too weak to keep up with the other wolf cubs of the pack.

Then one moonlit night, Link came out of the den and walked towards Sparrowhawk, who gently patted him on the head with a reassuring smile. “I do not mean to separate him from you or your mate Link, but if he is to have any chance of survival, he must also live among his own kind.” Ged said with a calm, yet bittersweet tone in his voice as if he could see and understand Link’s thought process.

The truth was he only wanted what he believed was best for the baby boy. “I promise you, I will not take him away from you permanently. It is his choice in the end when he grows up as to where he truly belongs.” Hearing these words, Link led Ged to his den as Zelda growled to protect her litter.

As before, Ged simply raised his hand and placed it upon her forehead. “Easy. Easy there, Zelda. I mean you and your litter no harm. I merely wish to give Cavin here a better life among his kind. That is if you will allow it.” Zelda was compelled by his magic to allow him to gently pick Cavin up and care for him.

So Ged calmly reached out his hand and carried the baby in his arms, before noticing the note in the abandoned basket. He placed his hand into the basket and began to read it, though the letters were Nordic runes he recognized it as Common. He read it silently to himself, knowing that this was important to know of his infant charge.

‘To whomsoever finds this note and basket,

This is our son, Cavin. He needs a good home and someone to care for him, for by the time you read this, my husband Kristoff and I will be dead, murdered in cold blood. When he is old enough, please let him know of his Nordic heritage, but never allow him to go down a vengeful path for it will not bring us back. However, he can honor our sacrifice by living with courage and valor in his heart and to help protect those who cannot protect themselves. In addition, let him know that we love him and someday we will meet again in Sovngarde, our afterlife.

Thank you, Anna of Helgen.’

Ged knew now what he must do. Using his power to combat the forces of darkness was one thing, caring for an infant was another thing entirely. Yet he also sensed a great deal of destiny within the Nord baby. So, he gently picked up the basket and placed Cavin inside, before heading out towards his dwelling, which was not too far from the wolves’ den.

“Thus, began Ged’s adoption of Cavin into his life in hopes that by looking after him, he might one day become a man and fulfill his own destiny and it was just the start of what was to be the greatest adventure in all of Veridan.”

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Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fanmake of Disney’s The Black Cauldron and Conan the Barbarian (1982)

By RyanofClanMacHuffan

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except a few minor ideas.

‘Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.’ John Keating (Robin Williams), Dead Poet’s Society

Chapter One: Life on the Farm

Twenty years passed since the destruction of Helgen, twenty years had passed since Cavin was taken in by Ged, and for twenty years life was rather simple. He lived close to the forests of Athel Loren so that he might visit his adopted wolf family for some periods of time, but he spent most of his life on a small farm far away from the decadence and duplicity of the civilized world.

For all that time, Ged did everything that he could to ensure Cavin was safe from the outside world until he was old enough to fend for himself. The world of Veridan was not always the friendliest of places, especially to those from an unknown background, orphans and whom many considered the lowest members of society, all of which would apply to Cavin.

Inside the farmhouse slept two of the most unlikely of companions, an overweight, but lovable grey and white furred sheepdog named Max and a cute little red kitten with a pink bow named Dinah.

“Something’s wrong. I can feel it in my heart.” Ged’s voice was heard within the house, speaking softly as Max yawned before looking down at little Dinah and licking her awake, much to the kitten’s surprise and annoyance as she was now covered in dog slobber. It was not that he licked her, she hated that he had covered her in his saliva and got her fur wet as she tried drying herself off.

“Yes, even Aslan himself can feel it. You never see him around in Veridan anymore. Ganondorf. Ooh that power-hungry demon! What is he up to?” Ged asked himself as he got off his chair before Max pinned him down and began to lick him.

“Yes. Yes, Max, I know you want your breakfast--.” Ged said with a laugh before Dinah mewled, getting his attention.

“Yes, you too, Dinah, but right now, thinking is more important.” Ged said as he got up and gently brushed Max off him, all the while dusting himself off. “Oh, where is Cavin when you need him?”

Upstairs was Cavin himself, sleeping even as the sun was slowly rising. These past twenty years had been extremely kind to him, for he had grown a long head of umber brown hair that was tied into a ponytail, developed an impressively built body, and retained his light Nordic skin which had a healthy tan due to working out in the sun every day.

“Anyone in Cavin’s situation could have had it worse. He could have been sold into slavery, put under terrible living conditions, and forced to do nothing but what was expected of him and learn to obey the will of his owner. However, this was not the case, as Ged had given him not only the chance to live, but a positive lifestyle and a roof over his head. In layman’s terms, Ged had saved Cavin from living a life of sorrow.” 

Slowly Cavin got out of the bed with a yawn and started scratching his long hair, ready to get ready for his chores. Yet first, he needed to get dressed. So, he went to the closet and began to put on his clothing, which was rather simple, a green tunic with beige sleeves and pants, a dark brown sash around his waist and deep brown shoes.

“Well, just another day here at Sparrowhawk Farm.” Cavin said to himself as he headed down, hoping for a quick breakfast before he had to do his daily chores. He had been used to caring for the animals on the farm, but his mind was often on other pursuits.

As he came down from the stairs, Ged noticed his ward and sighed, “Ah awake at last, Cavin. Did you sleep well? Or have you been getting nightmares again?”

“It wasn’t all that bad, Ged. I was just thinking about what life might be like beyond this farm. I know you’ve given me a good life here, but what if the war is over and I never got a chance to fight?” Cavin asked as he went to the pantry and began to prepare a breakfast of oats with honey and berries.

“Cavin, we’ve discussed this before. I know you wish to prove yourself out in the world, but many people in Veridan will not see you for who you are as person. There are other ways of proving yourself as a man, but being a knight isn’t one of them.” Ged said softly as he looked over some maps.

“I wouldn’t be afraid to--.” Cavin said before he accidentally nicked himself with his own knife as he cut some fresh berries and nursed his wound with a towel. “Ouch!”

“If you say so, Cavin my boy. But a warrior’s life is not for those who have more to worry about than a cut finger.” Ged said with a laugh before Cavin got out some oats and poured them into a pot followed by some hot water.

After adding the water to the oats, Cavin waited for it to boil and once that happened, he began to stir it occasionally until he was positive that five minutes had passed. As he poured the oatmeal into a wooden bowl, he added the cut-up berries and got out a freshly harvested honeycomb, pouring the honey into his breakfast, ready to eat it. Then he got a spoon and began to eat.

“Have you been dreaming about her again, Cavin?” Ged asked with a smirk as Cavin blushed. For what had seemed like years, the young man had been dreaming of whom he considered the one, the perfect girl in his mind. He had never met this girl, but he was convinced that she was real even if it was all in his head to cope with his loneliness.

“I can’t stop thinking about her, Ged. It’s hard to explain, but I want to believe that she’s real and that I may yet get a chance to meet her.” Cavin said as he ate his meal while Max panted happily, and Dinah rubbed herself on his leg. “I know that I can do more than just live out here on this farm. I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me, but I can’t stay here my whole life.”

Ged sighed as he got up from his chair and spoke, “Cavin, I know you want to see the world and I know you wish to find this mysterious girl, but some things are simply just not meant to happen. I was young and foolish once like you, but life and my own magic taught me that some paths are not worth following. At times, it is better to stop and think about what you do have now as opposed to longing for something that you cannot have.”

Cavin was about to speak when he realized that Ged did have a point and he knew better than to argue with the Arch-Mage of Veridan, who was older and wiser than he. So Cavin kept his mouth shut and continued eating, and when he was done, he got up and put his dish away before heading over to get another and then to the boiling cauldron to pour some swill into the bowl in his hands.

His chores on the farm included taking care of a special animal, a pig named Pua, feeding the chickens and even taking care of the other animals. It was not a life that he wanted, but it was a life that he grew up with. The swill stank greatly, but it was better for Pua to eat this than nothing at all. Cavin was used to the smell, but that didn’t mean that enjoyed doing the job. Then he headed towards the door as Ged sighed to himself.

“He is growing up too fast, Max. I cannot keep him here forever as much I would wish to.” Ged said to Max who panted with a confused look before Dinah began to cuddle his leg with a small meowing sound. “I know Dinah dear, but part of growing up is knowing that you can’t stay in one place forever.” Ged said as he continued to look through his books before he realized Dinah giving a small mewl.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot.” He said as he began to look in the pantry for food to give the little kitten and for Max, too. The sheepdog was a big eater and Ged knew it too.

Meanwhile Cavin was outside carrying the bowl of swill out to the pig pen as he sighed, “Sometimes I wish that Ged would let me go out and see the world. I know that it’s a dangerous place sometimes, but I’m hardly a little kid anymore. I’d give anything to ride on a great white charger and wield a sword or any weapon I can use to fight raiding Orc clans, thieving Goblins or man-eating Trolls and Ogres, maybe even challenge that monstrous Dragon Bryagh.” Cavin said in frustration.

“I want to do great deeds for Veridan, not wait hand and foot over a little piglet every day of my life.” Cavin said as he threw the swill into the pen where Pua rested, only for the swill bowl to be tossed back.

“Oh sorry, Pua. I didn’t mean to be that harsh.” Cavin apologized as from out of the pig came a cute little piglet with white fur, black spots and a huge pink nose. This was Pua, the little pig that lived on the farm and who was also Cavin’s charge. The piglet looked at the slop and gave an unsure look before Cavin spoke up, “You need to eat it, Pua. Ged made it especially for you.”

Pua, who was rather hungry, then dipped his head into the swill and began to eat it, even if after he swallowed it, he grimaced in disgust as Cavin sighed to himself in frustration. It seemed that there was no pleasing Pua when it came to eating. “Is this what I’m meant to do for the rest of my life? Am I supposed to pamper a pig until the day I die? I don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I can’t be a pig-keeper forever.” Cavin said with dissatisfaction in his voice as he walked away from the pig pen, while Pua followed him.

“Why would Ged think that I’m not up to the challenge? That I would be afraid? How could I be after learning to hunt out in the wilds all these years? I just need a chance, then maybe I could be the greatest hero in all Veridan, just as great if not greater than the legendary Sir Ryan MacHuffan of the clan MacHuffan.” Cavin said as he picked up a stick, pretending that it was a sword.

“Look at me, Pua. I can do it!” Cavin said, swinging the stick around and pointing it to Pua who squealed in fright as he ran away, hiding in terror as Cavin laughed a little.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but it seems you’re afraid too.” Cavin said before he faced a couple of chickens, including the absent-minded rooster Heihei, and began to speak in what sounded like a brogue to emulate his hero, Sir Ryan.

“Ye challenge me? Fight or flee, ye feathery beasties!” Cavin said as he swung his stick at the fowl feathered flock who fled in fear, all except for Heihei who was lacking in the brains department before Cavin whacked him in the tailfeathers causing the rooster to let out a loud scream before fleeing, causing the young man to laugh yet again.

“Oh, Heihei. Whatever am I going to do with you?” Cavin asked with a chuckle before he noticed an unexpected witness to the spectacle, a huge black bull named Toro who could be rather bad-tempered if you messed with him. Then Cavin swung his stick at the great bull who bellowed in surprise, “There you are. The usurper, Ganondorf. The Demon King. The destroyer of Dunwyn and Orlais. So, we meet at last, Ganondorf, well take this!”

As Cavin said those words, he swung his stick in between Toro’s horns, causing the bull to get rather dizzy and his vision to get blurry as Cavin spoke in triumph with his back turned to Toro, “Aha. Even Ganondorf himself is afraid of me. Isn’t this great, Pua? Everyone’s afraid of Cavin of Sparrowhawk--.”

Yet before Cavin could say anything else, Toro snorted with a grin and began to paw at the ground as Pua squealed causing Cavin to turn around in concern at the bull. “Uh oh. Pua, we had better back away.”

Toro continued to paw at the ground as Cavin slowly grabbed Pua and walked backwards in reasonable terror, hoping not to turn his back further to the angry bull. However, it was too late for Cavin to try to calm Toro down as the bull reared his head and charged at the young man, who ran as fast as his legs could carry him with the added weight of a piglet in his hands.

“I should have known better than to anger Toro, Pua.” Cavin cried out as the rampaging bull came closer and closer to him, not caring as to what got destroyed in his way, including the chicken coop, where all the chickens scurried in fright all except for Heihei who kept pecking at the ground unaware of what was happening.

Meanwhile inside the house, Max gave a confused panting sound as he raised his head while eating his food, and Dinah gave a small meow as she turned her head. Ged sighed in annoyance while reading a map on the table, “By the Lion, it’s Toro again. What has Cavin done to irritate him this time?”

The Arch-Mage got up from his seat and grabbed his staff, hoping that he might be able to diffuse the situation before Cavin got seriously injured by Toro’s horns.

Muddied and sweaty from being chased by Toro, the pig-keeper and the piglet still ran before Cavin noticed a huge old ash tree and began to think. ‘Maybe I can trick him into getting stuck in that tree,’ he thought to himself. Perhaps he could not defeat Toro through brute force, but he could outwit him.

“Pua, I got an idea!” Cavin said as he ran closer towards the giant tree and when he did, he sent Pua up onto a branch which surprisingly held the piglet’s weight. Then Cavin turned and faced the charging bull, gulping in concern before he took a breath and leapt above the rampaging Toro who realized too late that he was heading horns first into the tree. The bull crashed into the tree, rendering himself unconscious, although the strength of the impact caused the tree to shake and Pua struggled to stay on the branch he was clinging onto.

Pua squealed in terror as he felt himself starting to fall, which Cavin noticed and gave a look of shock as he ran back to the tree, “Hang on, Pua. I’ll catch you.” The branch began to break under Pua’s weight, and the little piglet squealed as he fell only for Cavin to grab him at the last minute, although dirtying his own clothing in the process. Cavin sighed as he slowly got up with a few breaths as he said, “Once again, Cavin of Sparrowhawk Farm, prevails against the forces of darkness.”

“At the expense of my chicken coop being destroyed and mucking about with Toro you mean, young man?” Asked Ged who came over to investigate what had happened and gave a look that screamed a combination of disappointment and a little amusement, causing Cavin to give a rather sheepish smile as he gently put Pua down.

“Ged, I can explain that. You see, I was feeding Pua when all a sudden--.” Cavin said before Ged interrupted him with a disappointed tone of voice.

“You were daydreaming again and in your eagerness for adventure, you made Toro angry and caused a ruckus that could have endangered the chickens, too. However, I see that you managed to outsmart the brute by utilizing your wits against his strength. Perhaps I have taught you something valuable after all.” Ged said with a small hint of pride in his voice.

Cavin chuckled sheepishly as he scratched his head, “Yes, I suppose I did, Ged. Though it was more of a last-minute thought. My main concern was protecting Pua.”

“Still Cavin, you could have been killed. Didn’t I teach you never to pester a bull, especially one as aggressive as Toro can be? And what’s worse, you put Pua in danger.” Ged said trying to reason with his ward.

“I just can’t spend my whole life as an assistant pig-keeper, Ged. There’s a whole world out there that I want to see, a world that’s not in all the books and maps that you’ve left me read. The poetry of Skyrim, the philosophy of Orlais, it’s all great reading, but they’re no substitute for the real world. I just want to prove that I’m brave.” Cavin said with desperation in his voice as Ged sighed.

“I know that you do, Cavin, and I understand where you are coming from, but Pua is no ordinary pig at all.” Ged said as he began to tickle the piglet’s belly causing Pua to giggle and snort.

Then Ged spoke with a calm tone of voice. “Cavin, being brave doesn’t mean that you go looking for trouble or recklessly put your life and those you care about in danger. I didn’t take you in as my own son just to see you throw your life away as if it meant nothing. However, we will discuss this later. Right now, Pua needs a bath. And after that, the chicken coop needs repairing which I will help you out with.” Ged suggested as he went back to the house and Cavin sighed as he carried Pua over to the basin where he had his baths.

“I guess that Ged’s right, Pua. Maybe there is something wrong with me.” Cavin said as he placed the piglet into the basin and started to bathe Pua by pouring water on him. Then he began to scrub the little pig’s body with a brush.

“I suppose that I am destined to be an assistant pig keeper, even when I’m as old as Ged is. I still long to find that girl I keep dreaming about and maybe prove myself as a hero, so that all Veridan will know that I exist, that I belong among them.” Cavin said as he sighed, continuing to scrub Pua, while he looked out at the valley beyond. In his head, he started to sing, dreaming of his chance to be a hero.

Cavin: Safe behind this farmland and this forest that I roam

Dreaming of a life fate won’t bestow me

All my life I’ve read tales that I’ve only read alone

Hungry for adventures that they’ve shown me

All my life I’ve memorized the heroes

Knowing them as they will never know me

All my life I wonder how it’d feel to pass a day

Like one of them

And part of them

And out there, riding in the sun

Give me one chance out there, all I ask is one

To hold forever out there

Where they all live unaware

What I’d give, what I’d dare

Just to live my dream out there

Out there, rescuing damsels, the defenseless and the poor

Being their champion has been my dream

Helping them and serving their needs in dreadful times of war

Crazy as that idea may even seem

If I were their hero, I’d treasure every instant

Out there by the River Dane

Spend a morning out there, just riding on the plain

My freedom soars about there

Just one chance and then I swear

I’ll be content with my share

Won’t resent, won’t despair

Old and bent, I don’t care

I’ll have spent my chance out there!

As Cavin sang his heart out in his head, Pua began to relax as he was bathed. Like our own pets, this piglet could tell when his owner was happy.

However, just as he was starting to settle down, Pua’s eyes began to open in concern as if sensing something bad was going on.

Then the little piglet’s face changed from concern to genuine terror as Cavin noticed in surprise while asking, “Wait a minute, Pua. What’s wrong? I haven’t even finished scrubbing your back yet--.”

Pua started jumped up and down, squealing in horror as Cavin did everything that he could to calm the piglet down, and in all the commotion Ged opened the doors due to the noise before the Arch-Mage asked, “What’s going on, Cavin? Why is Pua screaming?”

Cavin struggled to keep Pua calm as he held the piglet in his arms. “I don’t know, Ged, but it seems something’s wrong with Pua.”

Ged looked around in fright. To him this seemed an inopportune time, but now he had to let Cavin in on a secret. “Well, hurry then, Cavin. Bring Pua inside quickly and lock the door behind you.”

“Yes, Ged.” Cavin said as he carried Pua in his arms, wondering as to what was going on at all.

“Oh yes, something was troubling Pua greatly. Whatever it was, Cavin was completely unaware that his dream of becoming a hero and his destiny were about to change forever.” 

Chapter Text

Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fan-made version of Disney’s The Black Cauldron with some major differences and influence from Conan the Barbarian (1982) and many other films

Written by RyanofClanMacHuffan

Disclaimer: Other than bits and pieces of dialogue and perhaps my original characters, I do not own anything.

Warning: This chapter will contain frightening, disturbing images and depictions of violence. Reader discretion is advised.

‘The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.’ J.R.R. Tolkien

Chapter Two: The Blight Cauldron

Once inside, the cottage had been rendered dark save for when Ged lit a candle next to a water basin, much to Cavin’s surprise as he had never noticed any of this nor had he seen what his guardian could do with his magic. ‘Certainly not parlor tricks’, Ged had told him countless times before. However, this was hardly a time for levity as Cavin stared at the basin in curiosity.

“Ged, I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Cavin asked, wondering as to what Ged was planning while still holding Pua in his arms. The Wizard simply sighed as he waved the match.

“Put Pua down, Cavin. It is time that I showed you something I should have let you see a long time ago.” Ged said as he began to rub the piglet’s head.

“What are you talking about, Ged? Are you saying that it has something to do with Pua?” Cavin asked as Max and Dinah watched in anticipation and concern.

“I never use Pua’s powers unless I have to, but now, circumstances demand that I must.” Ged said, much to Cavin’s further confusion.

“Powers? What are you saying? That Pua can perform magic?” The young pig-keeper asked, wondering if that was indeed the case as Ged turned his gaze to his young ward.

“Cavin, my boy, what I am about to show you and what you are about to see, you must never reveal to anyone. Do you understand me, Cavin?” Ged asked as the young man nodded before he grabbed his staff and began to stir the water within the basin, knowing that Pua may feel unnerved.

“Pua, from you I do beseech, knowledge that lies beyond my reach. Troubled thoughts weigh on your heart, pray you now those thoughts impart.” Ged implored the little piglet who began to feel dizzy and dipped his head into the basin, causing the water to ripple and for strange images to appear.

The first image that appeared before Ged in the water turned out to be a rider astride a monstrous armored black steed, causing the Wizard to speak in a hushed but concerned tone of voice, “Ah, it’s Ganondorf himself.”

Seeing these images caused Cavin to gasp in shock, only for Ged to shush him, “Don’t interfere Cavin. I must concentrate. He’s searching for something. But what?”

As Ged said these words, images of flying beasts who seemed to resemble Dragons yet more serpentine in appearance were shown flying around, until an image appeared that seemed to resemble a giant cauldron with a demonic looking face upon it.

Seeing this cauldron gave Ged a look of shock as he understood now, “The Blight Cauldron! So that’s what he’s after!”

Hearing these words made Cavin confused as he asked, “The Blight Cauldron? What is that?”

“A powerful and malignant weapon, Cavin. It’s been kept hidden for millennia, but if Ganondorf were to ever find it and unleash its dark power, nothing and no one would ever stand against him, not even the Grey Wardens nor Sir Ryan MacHuffan.” Ged explained as the images began to shift from Ganondorf getting his hands on the Cauldron to an image of Pua running.

“That’s Pua. He’s in trouble.” Cavin gasped in terror.

“Yes, he knows, Cavin.” Ged said as images of Ganondorf’s hands appeared around the running piglet, followed by an image that Cavin only thought was in his dreams, the image of a unique standard; two vicious winged black Dragons coming together, facing each other over a bloody red eye. Cavin felt his heart pumping as he saw this image as he could hear a maniacal cackle in his head as he started to shake in terror.

“Stop! Enough, Pua!” Ged said as he struck the basin with his staff and caused Pua to snap out of that trance, while the piglet shook his head as Ged noticed Cavin’s terrified face.

“Cavin? Is something wrong?” Ged asked as he walked towards his ward who looked shaken and terrified.

“That image. I’ve seen it in my dreams, no, in my nightmares and I can hear a laugh, no, a cackle. As if something or someone is taunting me in my sleep.” Cavin said trying to get over what he had just witnessed and heard.

Ged could tell that Cavin was scared, suffering from what seemed to be a repressed memory. “I have seen that symbol before, Cavin. It is a distorted image of the Sheikah emblem combined with images of the ancient Tevinter Dragon Gods. I know not as to who carries this banner, but I have heard that when this emblem is seen, death will come on swift wings to whomsoever is an enemy.”

Cavin was trying to process all of this, yet still could not get over the sound of that hideous and malicious laugh, as if he might have heard it before, but where? Ged noticed the nervous look on his face and spoke, “Cavin, is something troubling you? What else did you see?”

“Nothing, Ged, but I swore I could hear someone laughing. No, it sounded more like cackling with sadistic delight. What kind of creature could take pleasure in the suffering of other beings? Yet this was all just a dream, right? There’s no way that symbol could be real, or such a monster could exist. Isn’t that right, Ged?” Cavin asked, trying to keep himself from losing his composure.

Yet Ged gave a grave look as he said to his ward, “I am afraid such a symbol does exist and as for such a creature, I can only think of one; Bryagh the Diabolical, a bloodthirsty Dragon whose cruelty is limitless and owes allegiance to nothing and no one save his own thirst for destruction and violence. Not even gold alone is enough to satisfy his bloodlust.”

Cavin was trying not to think about such things as he sat down on the floor, and yet they would not leave his mind, however Max being the goofy but loving sheepdog that he was laid down next to Cavin, whilst little Dinah mewled and rubbed herself against his leg. Hearing Dinah’s purrs helped soothe him as Cavin petted her and Max with a smile on his face. “Thanks, Max and Dinah. You’re my best friends. I can’t believe though that I got scared over something I dreamed about. It could only have been from my imagination, right?”

Ged sighed as he spoke, “I fear that what you may have seemed to dream about were your memories, Cavin. From what you have seen and heard; I believe they are the key to your past. There is also something that I should have shown you a long time ago.”

Then Ged went towards one of the bookshelves and found a small lockbox with a key. With a swift turn of the key, he opened the box to reveal a letter. “This came with you when I found you as a baby. I was to give it to you when I believed that you were ready, but now that you are twenty years old, the time is right.” Ged handed the letter to Cavin who began to read the letter and upon reading it, Cavin was understandably trying to comprehend all of this.

He was a Nord? His parents had been murdered. But why? So many questions were running through his head, but it also explained as to why he valued Nordic culture and their ways. He was one of them after all, it was all starting to make sense. Some of his favorite stories were about the deeds of great Nord heroes and their battles against monstrous foes.

“I’m a Nord. All this time I never knew. I’m a Nord! I can’t believe this. This is too good to be true.” Cavin said with a bit of amazement in his voice, before he gave a sad look. “But my parents, they’re dead and I’ll never get a chance to meet them here in Veridan.”

“Cavin, you will get a chance to meet them. Perhaps not in the flesh, but they are still within you. You are a living breathing reminder of your parents, whether you realize it or not. Whoever they may have been, Cavin, they loved you greatly. So much that they were willing to find a safe place for you to live, even at the cost of their lives.” Ged said to the young man, who was still saddened.

“I just don’t understand why my parents’ village would have been attacked so blatantly. I mean what could they have done to be massacred in such a barbaric way?” Cavin asked, still trying to grasp everything that was going through his mind.

“That is war for you, Cavin. Innocent people are always caught in the middle of the violence, whether they want to be or not. The only crime your parents and your village committed was existing in the eyes of their assailants.” Ged said in a sagely voice to his young ward.

“Ged, I just wish I could understand as to why I was spared and my parents, my whole village, why weren’t they saved?” Cavin asked trying to make sense of all this senseless destruction, why he survived the horrible events of that cursed day before he gave a determined look. “Well, whatever the reason, no matter what it takes, I’ll find whoever destroyed my home and I’ll kill him for what he did to me.”

Ged placed his hand on Cavin’s shoulder and spoke softly, “Cavin, I know you wish to seek vengeance, but your mother’s letter insisted that you should never take the path of vengeance. Revenge will only blacken your heart and destroy you from within.”

Cavin was trying to comprehend Ged’s words, even if they seemed difficult for him to grasp. What point was Ged trying to prove with those words? “Wouldn’t you want to get back at those who wronged you for the wrongs they committed against you if you were in my situation?” He asked incredulously, catching Ged off guard and causing him to sigh.

“There is a difference between justice and revenge, Cavin. Revenge is selfish and destructive; it will only lead to a life of endless suffering that will never go away. It will only make your life worse. Justice is intended to right those wrongs, even if it is carried out by the corrupt and decadent. In the end, it is not up to you or me to be judge, jury and executioner to those who wrong us.” Ged said trying to reason with his ward.

“Then what can I do? I can’t stop thinking about that symbol.” Cavin said in a tone that seemed somber and lost.

“There may yet be a way. If you do manage to become a hero, you must use whatever gifts you may yet attain to protect those who cannot protect themselves. If you must kill, only do so in self-defense, never do so with malicious intent.” Ged said in the best possible way, which Cavin realized might be the best option.

“I’m sorry, Ged, it’s just so much to take in. The fact that--.” Cavin said before Ged spoke once more.

“Cavin, you have every right to be angry at those who have wronged you, but believe me when I say this, you cannot feed that emotion or allow it to control you as it once did with me. I paid a heavy price for allowing my emotions to control me instead of my reason, the mark on my face is proof of that price.” Ged said as he showed the scar on his face to prove his point.

Cavin sighed at Ged’s words, perhaps revenge was not the answer to dealing with this issue after all. Then it all came back to him, the matter of this ‘Blight Cauldron’. Whatever was this thing? Why was Ganondorf so interested in it? So many questions were running through his head. He decided however to take it one step at a time, then he said, “Ged, whatever is this Blight Cauldron?”

Ged sighed as he slowly began to work his magic by waving his staff around speaking softly while sparks of white flashed, “Many centuries ago, there was a time when the mighty Tevinter Imperium ruled over a majority of the known world including Veridan and the far-off land of Narnia. At the height of their power, seven of the most powerful magisters who ruled over the Imperium sought to make themselves gods among mortals, seven as representatives of the seven Old Gods whom Aslan himself had banished deep into the mountains. Who these magisters were has been lost to time, except for one, Ommadon the Red.”

“Ommadon the Red? As in the most terrifying evil that Veridan has ever witnessed, save only for the White Witch?” Cavin asked which amused his mentor, proud that he had taken his studies quite well.

“I see that you remember something from your studies and haven’t been lost in that yawning chasm between your ears.” Ged said with a slight chuckle as Cavin merely rolled his eyes.

“Very funny, Ged, though seriously what does Ommadon have to do with the Cauldron?” Cavin asked, hoping that Ged had a point.

“Ah yes, the Cauldron. You see, when the Magisters sought to seize control of Aslan’s Country, their sinful natures began to taint the sacred beauty that was considered pure and majestic. Yet Aslan arrived in time and despite their magics, the Great Lion gave out his mightiest roar and cast them out from his domain, cursing them for their hubris. As for Ommadon himself, Aslan could sense great evil within him and, knowing that he could not be bargained with or reasoned with, decided to punish him harshly for his shameless cruelty.” Ged said as he explained his story.

“Whilst the other six Magisters returned to Veridan as monsters, the first of the Darkspawn to become a Blight upon the lands, relentless and unstoppable, Aslan chose to ensure that Ommadon’s corruption would not infect Veridan. Since no prison could ever hope to hold him, the tainted Red Wizard was thrown alive into a crucible of molten iron.” Ged said as Cavin winced at those words, sweat pouring from his forehead, his heart pounding fiercely and relentlessly like an Orc war-drum.

“What happened next, Ged?” Cavin asked in concern, his tone filled to the brim with dread as he anticipated what his guardian may say next.

“Before he died, Ommadon’s final words were,” Ged said as Cavin imagined what Ommadon might have sounded like when speaking, which was deep and menacing, “’You may have bested me, Aslan, but my power will never die. It will flourish and all will know the glory and power of the Tevinter Imperium, whether they wish it or not. It is inevitable.’”

“Defiant to the end, I see.” Cavin said as Ged nodded and continued his tale.

“From there, Ommadon’s demonic spirit was captured in the form of a malicious blood-red cauldron as red as the robes that he wore in life. This cauldron maintains a portion of Ommadon’s power, along with the taint of the Darkspawn that have plagued Veridan for many centuries through the Blights. Hence its name, the Blight Cauldron. Where its final resting place is has been lost to the ravages of time, though I suspect that Aslan chose to have it hidden in a place where not even the evilest of beings could hope to find it.” Ged explained to his ward.

“What does this cauldron look like?” Cavin asked curiously as Ged went towards one of the bookshelves and grabbed a book titled ‘Forbidden Items’.

“There is a picture of it in this book.” Ged said as he opened it and turned the pages until he found an illustration of what the Cauldron supposedly looked like, exposing Cavin to its dark secrets. Cavin gasped in shock at what this illustration depicted, a massive cauldron red as blood and emitting from this cauldron was an army of monstrous, diseased beings known as the Darkspawn. “By the Lion, this is just horrifying.”

“Yes, Cavin. That’s just what many in Veridan thought when they first came across the Darkspawn hordes.” Ged noted in agreement though Cavin pointed to what was coming out of the Cauldron.

“Ged, can you tell me what that is coming out of there?” Cavin asked with a nervous tone in his voice.

“It’s hard to say. Fire, blood, dark magic or something perhaps pertaining to either Ommadon’s power or that of the Blights.” Ged answered to the best of his ability, for even a full description of what the Cauldron was capable of was still a mystery to him.

As Cavin looked deep at the illustration he sighed a bit and spoke up, “Now I’m starting to understand Ganondorf’s interest in this thing.”

“Indeed so, Cavin. From what little legends are told about the Cauldron, they say it has the power to level mountains and lay waste to entire regions beyond the ability to summon the plague-ridden Darkspawn to whomsoever unleashes its power. An army which carries the Cauldron before it is invincible.” Ged said with an air of mystery within his voice.

“This Cauldron cannot fall into his hands. Something’s got to be done about this.” Cavin said in concern before he noticed Ged preparing food and a bag for him.

“Yes, Cavin, something must be done. You and Pua must leave this place at once, head over to Castle MacHuffan beyond the borders of Athel Loren. Sir Ryan of Clan MacHuffan will probably know what best to do about this situation. Hide there and never bring Pua out until I have come for you.” Ged said as he packed everything for Cavin to take.

“Wait. What do you mean hide? What’s going on? Why do you want me to hide?” Cavin asked in surprise, for he had never seen Ged act like this before. He was supposedly one of the most powerful Wizards in all Veridan, why was he being so worked up?

“Cavin, only I knew the secret of Pua’s power, but now that Ganondorf has discovered it he is determined to find Pua and use his powers for his own selfish gain. You must make sure under all circumstances that Ganondorf never uses Pua to find the Blight Cauldron.” Ged said in a serious tone of voice while Cavin found a collar and leash to put on Pua.

“Ged, this is a mistake. I can’t go out there, you’ve told me yourself that I wouldn’t fit in with people who might not understand me--.” Cavin said before Ged raised his hand.

“That was then, Cavin. This is now. Had the circumstances been different, I would never have let you go out. Things have drastically changed, and for Pua’s safety, you must go. I know you’ve always wished to see Veridan and now is your chance but remember this well; untried courage is no match for Ganondorf’s evil and lastly this, with great power comes great responsibility.” Ged said with a sincere tone in his voice, like how a father might advise his child.

“I don’t understand what you mean by that, Ged.” Cavin said before the Wizard handed the bag of food with him.

“One day, Cavin, you will understand. I also advise that you take your hunting bow, arrows and other equipment. You may yet need them for the trials ahead.” Ged said as Cavin hugged his father figure.

“Thank you, Ged, and goodbye. I promise not to fail you.” Cavin said before he got a hold of his hunting bow, quiver of arrows and his own hunting knife from his room upstairs.

Now he was ready to head out towards the ancient forest of Athel Loren and towards Castle MacHuffan, aiming to meet his hero in the process. “Come on, Pua. Adventure awaits us.” Cavin said as he got Pua and headed out the door, but not before giving Ged a final look and sighing as he left.

As the young man and pig left the farm, Ged looked outside with a sigh watching his ward leave the farm with Max and Dinah watching on with their master. “There is so much that rides upon his shoulders now. Veridan cannot fall to darkness. He must prevail.”

Meanwhile, far from the forests of Athel Loren and beyond the reach of the rain-drenched port city of Dyflin where Castle MacHuffan resided, there once stood a magnificent castle surrounded by mountains and a vast, but extremely barren desert. This desolate place was once controlled by the Gerudo people, but now it was home to some of the most hated peoples in Veridan.

The original name for this stronghold had been lost to the ravages of time, but now it was called Castle Drakksblod. What was once an oasis in a sweltering desert was now a bastion of evil, corrupted by a man obsessed with obtaining power for his own selfish reasons.

Deep within this dark and haunted castle, scrubbing the floors was a beautiful young woman who seemed to be Cavin’s age. She had long flowing blonde hair that was tied into braids, pearly white skin, teal eyes and rosy-red lips, and yet her bright-blue, yellow-lined clothing was rather revealing, showing off every curve in her barefooted body. This girl’s name was Calla, and like Cavin, she too was a victim of another’s evil.

Once she was a Princess, living the life of luxury in the beautiful kingdom of Dunwyn, until her father’s kingdom had been brutally sacked and destroyed by Ganondorf and his legions. Now she was a slave, made to toil and do manual labor for her wretched captors.Worse, she was dressed scantily which made her feel less like a person in the eyes of Ganondord and his followers and more like an object to be leered at.

Calla dreamed of freedom from this hellish life and yearned to find her own place in the world, even if she could no longer lay claim to being a Princess as the destruction of Dunwyn seemed to render her former title moot. She wanted more in life than to be trapped in a situation that she never asked to be in.

Escaping from Castle Drakksblod was not the issue for Calla, she knew that there was a way out of this fortress of dread. It was merely a matter of what opportunity she could take to get out of here. There had to be more in her life than to perform demeaning work for a tyrant who had destroyed her peaceful life and forced this situation onto her.

Yet until the day that her freedom might come, Calla had to stomach this nightmare situation that she was in and continue with her daily expectations.

“I’d give anything to get out of this hive of scum and villainy. To live my own life outside this dark and cold place, I can’t stay here anymore where I’m alone and where I’m not even treated the way I want to be treated. How I’d wish to have someone in my life who understood me and loved me for who I am as a person, not just because I was once a Princess.” Calla said to herself as she looked at her own private chambers and gazed upon one of the caged birds that were often kept as food for some of Ganondorf’s vile pets.

She sympathized with these innocent birds who were kept in cages, unaware of their eventual fates and feeling helpless that she could do nothing to help them, under pain of being punished for it. Her back had been riddled with vicious whip-marks, but instead of cowing her down and breaking her spirit, the pain she endured only strengthened her resolve.

As Calla gazed upon these poor helpless creatures, she dreamt of what it might be like to be outside this place and live her life, singing inside her head.

Calla: Lucky bird inside a gilded cage

Golden words said by an ancient sage

Everything you have in life

Still all you hold is dust

Calla sighed as she imagined herself in a beautiful green meadow, like what used to surround her old home, continuing to sing inwardly.

Calla: Must I yearn forever to be free

Free to roam around and ponder

Free to wander

There’s no desire I hold fonder

Than to be simply me

To be free

Then she felt a slight pain in her back, presumably from one of the many scars that lined her back reminding her of where she was and the inhumanity that she suffered as she gazed once more at the birds.

Calla: How ungrateful is this lucky bird

Yearning greatly for a simple word

Freedom to stretch these golden wings

Freedom to touch the sky

Why one would ask would she want to be

Free to want a life of leisure

This I’d treasure

I’d sacrifice riches beyond measure

Just a girl, with a boy

What a perfect fantasy

To be loved, to feel joy

To be truly free

Calla knew in her heart that one day, and she prayed that it might be soon, she would escape from this hellhole and find her own path in life, provided that Ganondorf’s followers did not catch her in the attempt. Then a loud voice was heard, “Make way for His Lordship, Ganondorf.”

Hearing those words made Calla gasp in horror as she moved her bucket and brush aside and hid in a corner with her things as the towering figure of Ganondorf walked through the halls accompanied by Shan Yu on his right and a hooded figure on his left.

“My Lord Ganondorf, this news sounds rather incredulous. But what I don’t understand is as to why we should waste our time and resources on an item that no one has been able to find in centuries? You have enough power and resources to conquer all Veridan if you wished--.” Shan Yu said before Ganondorf raised his right hand.

“It is not enough that I simply conquer Veridan through brute force alone, Shan Yu. We have many enemies as it is and the Blight Cauldron is the only way, the only means that can ensure I destroy all my enemies in one sharp blow. With it, I will finally obtain my dream of becoming a God-King among mortal beings and even prove to Aslan himself that I achieved my dream without his guidance.” Ganondorf said with a determined tone of voice.

The hooded figure seemed to agree with Ganondorf’s words as their voice sounded feminine and mysterious, carrying a sense of twisted nobility and pride, “Yes indeed, Lord Ganondorf. This Cauldron is the answer to your problem with all the petty kingdoms of Veridan. Once you’ve unleashed its power, you will gather before you an army that will never tire, never get hungry and will never stop. With such an army, you will become a deity and even the Great Lion Aslan will be forced to accept you as his equal.”

“You had better be telling the truth, Odalia. Considering that you were disowned by your own family for attempted betrayal, what is to stop you from betraying us?” Shan Yu asked, ready to draw his sword on this figure as Ganondorf drew Caliburn from its sheath.

“That is not necessary, Shan Yu. Lady Odalia is a guest in this castle, and she shall be treated as a guest. Whatever her crimes were, once I have obtained the Blight Cauldron, I will see to it personally that she returns home with a clean slate as if they never happened.” Ganondorf said, much to the figure Odalia’s delight as she smirked beneath her hood.

“Then we have a deal?” Odalia asked as she extended her hand, while Ganondorf shook it.

“Yes, we have a deal. But remember this, you double-cross me, and I promise you I will see to it personally that you remain on the streets. Are we clear on that, Lady Odalia?” Ganondorf warned as Odalia nodded through her hood.

“It’s a bargain, my Lord Ganondorf. This meeting never happened.” Odalia said as she began to wave her hands and with a powerful burst of purple magic, she disappeared.

“Too much magic for my liking, my Lord, as if your gift from the Old Gods wasn’t bad enough. You’ve demonstrated your power more times than most people could in a single lifetime, why not be content with what you have? Your power is second only to Aslan himself--.” Shan Yu said before Ganondorf raised his arm in anger and tendrils made from his Gloom substance appeared before the Hun leader, who immediately held his tongue.

“If you value your life and your tongue, Shan Yu, I suggest that you never use the word ‘second’ to describe my power or my authority ever again. Do you even realize what I had to sacrifice for the power I achieved? The countless villages I had to torch or even the lies I had to tell to earn the allegiance of those mindless Greenskin tribes? The promises I've made to the Venatori or my other followers? Second is never enough for me and it will never be enough. That is why I must obtain the Blight Cauldron so that once I’ve achieved my goal, no one shall ever question my power again.” Ganondorf said.

“Yet you also have that lamp. Why not use it to--?” Shan Yu suggested before Ganondorf rose his hand yet again.

“That blue-skinned buffoon refused to grant me my wishes, Shan Yu, and until I have the Cauldron or he changes his tune, I will not waste my time with him. Tell Beastmaster Rakarth to unleash the Black Wings and have them circle far and wide.” Ganondorf said as Shan Yu nodded.

“Have them search for an oracular pig who can show me where the Cauldron may be found, but I want him delivered to me alive and unspoiled.”

“Understood, my Lord. But what about his keeper?” Shan Yu asked as Ganondorf stated coldly.

“Dead or alive, it matters little to me, what matters is that the pig is brought back to Castle Drakksblod in one piece.”

Calla was trying her best to keep quiet and remain out of sight, this meant that Ganondorf was serious about his intentions. She could not escape now, not when an innocent’s life might yet be in danger and at the same time, she knew that eventually the time would come.

Silently she sighed and prayed as hard as she could. “Aslan, Great Lion and protector of Veridan and beyond, I don’t know if you can hear me or if you’d listen to this humble prayer, but please watch over whoever it is that keeps this oracular pig and keep them safe so that they don’t end up sharing my fate.”

“Princess Calla did not know it yet, but Aslan had indeed heard her prayer. She was also unaware that eventually she would come to meet the young man who would not only help her in gaining her freedom, but also win her heart. Yet who was this mysterious Odalia lady? Whoever she was, she had her own plans for Veridan and they were not pleasant at all.” 

Chapter Text

Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fan-made version of Disney’s The Black Cauldron with inspiration from Conan the Barbarian (1982) and other films

By RyanofClanMacHuffan

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violent and frightening images, including but not limited to nudity, some foul language and some sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” C.S. Lewis

Chapter Three: The Sword and the Succubus

As Cavin and Pua walked along the path through the forest of Athel Loren, which was the home of the mysterious Asrai or Wood-Elves, the young human was enthralled by its otherworldly beauty. This place was known by many other names, among them the Everwood by the human nations of Skyrim, Orlais, Ferelden, Rivain, Tevinter, Nevarra, Antiva, Wakanda and the Anderfels and to the Dwarfs it was the Whispering Wood or the Fey Forest.

Though the woods of Athel Loren were beautiful, they were permeated with danger. The magic that dwelt within this endless forest was as wild and unpredictable as the Wood-Elves who dwelt within it. This forest was also home to Cavin’s erstwhile wolf parents, Link and Zelda, who had been blessed by Aslan with a rather long life and the gift of speech. For the Great Lion had the power to grant the gift of speech, if not sentience, to any animal within Veridan, yet it was also within his power to take such a gift away if such an animal turned against him.

“Pua, isn’t this forest amazing? I’ve hunted here most of my life and learned how to track prey, but I never saw one of the Wood-Elves or some of the other denizens who dwelt here. It’s also a good thing that I know some of the paths in this forest.” Cavin said to Pua as he held onto the pig’s leash.

“Still, I never could have imagined that you had this power, to see into the future and create visions. For the longest time, I thought you were just an ordinary pig.” Cavin continued as Pua looked around in concern.

For despite Cavin’s knowledge of hunting in the woods and semi-feral upbringing, the piglet had some stronger senses than his caretaker. “Had I known all about this, I would have asked you to see what my future could entail. Yet, I suppose it just wasn’t to be. Not that I’m complaining or anything-.” Cavin said before he heard something growl and turned his head in alarm.

“Uh, Pua. Was that you?” Cavin asked in concern before Pua shook his head, meaning no as the human reached for his bow and notched an arrow to the string with the intent to release it upon whoever or whatever was stalking them.

Cavin raised his weapon, ready to shoot as he cried out, “Whoever or whatever you are, reveal yourself before I shoot! I have a bow and I’m not afraid to let loose an arrow upon you.”

Yet just as Cavin was ready to fire, out came the biggest elk buck that he had ever seen. The human had been taught by his wolf parents that not every animal within Veridan was capable of speech, but not every animal was meant to be hunted or treated like a dumb beast. The elk walked towards him and Cavin was still unsure of whether to shoot him down or not, until he gazed upon his eyes.

Elk were considered sacred animals to the great Elven god, Kurnous, God of the Hunt and the Wild and husband to Isha, Goddess of Nature and Fertility, both of whom were worshipped by the Wood Elves. While Aslan was considered the King of Veridan and a powerfully divine being, not every race in Veridan recognized his divinity though Aslan never forced anyone to accept him as their deity.

Through this elk, Cavin could sense a power that he never felt within another beast before. A power that was considered divine, as if he could hear and sense the elk’s thoughts and Cavin slowly bowed his head, allowing him to pass in respect. As the elk passed on, Cavin returned his arrow to the quiver and placed his bow back with it. This creature was a part of this forest and yet was also of Kurnous’s dominion, and he did not wish to incur the wrath of the Wood Elves’ patron deity.

He also did not wish to break his principles as a hunter, which were never to kill an animal except in self-defense or for food and never intentionally allow an animal to be harmed except for these similar reasons. Athel Loren was not known for allowing any trespasser, human or not, to leave its vicinity unscathed or even alive. Cavin seemed to be no exception, although there might have been a faint sense of destiny about him.

“Come on, Pua. Let’s go find a place to rest for the night.” Cavin said as he and the piglet began to look for a spot until they came across what looked like an empty cave. It was close to the running River Brienne and could shelter them from the elements if it was raining. So Cavin gathered some wood, flint and tinder, and once they entered the cave, Cavin began to prepare for the fire. After a few mistrials with the flint, he was able to make sparks fly and cause the wood to burn as he blew right into the roaring fire.

“Well, looks like I got it up and going, Pua. We’ve got this cave all to ourselves--.” Cavin said before a low growl was heard, but this did not sound like an elk. It sounded bigger and more frightening. Pua squealed in fright as Cavin noticed a large shadow coming towards them and the young man turned in horror to see a huge monstrous black bear with a misaligned jaw, his coat littered with the weapons of fallen warriors, his face and body were scarred, and his left eye was pale as death. Cavin had only heard tales of this horrendous monster, even his name was something that made him shudder.

“Mor’du!” Cavin said in horror as the bear reared himself up and gave a loud roar that echoed through the cave. The young human grabbed Pua in his left hand, while in his right hand he pulled a burning piece of wood flashing it at the bear who backed away a bit. Sadly, Cavin knew that he was no match for such a monster, for the legends said that Mor’du could not be killed or harmed by any mere weapon as his body demonstrated.

All he could do to buy himself and Pua time was to fling the burning branch at the demon bear’s bare spot on the left side of his face, causing the beast to roar in pain. Then Cavin grabbed Pua and ran as fast as he could, hoping it was enough to keep the monstrous bear off their scent.

Alas, Mor’du was no ordinary bear and when he wanted blood, he was determined to have it. This fiend out of Hell’s heart burned with bloodlust and fury. Shaking the sparks from the branch off his face, the bear growled in bestial vengeance as he sniffed the ground for his attacker and began to give chase. Cavin knew that it was only a matter of time before the monstrous bear might catch up to him and Pua. His breath grew heavy as his heart pounded harder and his face became tense, he held Pua tightly to his chest as a parent would hold their child.

Cavin continued to run until he came across what looked like a large mound of earth and stone. “There, Pua. We might be safer in there.” Cavin said as he walked towards this mysterious mound slowly before he heard an all too familiar roar and turned to see Mor’du running towards them at full speed.

Despite how big he was and the numerous weapons in his hide, this great black bear was faster than most bears. Cavin was faced with two choices now, enter the mound and hope that Mor’du might not be able to reach him or take his chances with this beast. Thinking quickly, Cavin placed Pua down and readied his bow, notching an arrow to the string.

“Pua, run. Get to the mound. I’ll try to slow him down.” Pua gave Cavin a concerned look as Cavin stood bravely, “Pua, go now. I’ll catch up with you if I can.”

Knowing that his owner had made up his mind, Pua ran towards the entrance of this immense mound and found what looked like a doorway that he could fit into. As the piglet ran, Cavin fired arrow after arrow at the charging bear. Cavin’s skill as an archer was impressive at best, but to his dismay each arrow that he fired glanced off Mor’du’s face or even stuck into his hide without even hindering him.

Such attacks only made the black bear angrier as Cavin slowly backed away before he ran as fast as he could towards the entrance of the mound, but once he did, he tripped on a few rocks and slid down a flight of steps. Cavin might have died had it not been for a shallow pool of water that prevented his fate as he splashed into the deep, teal pool. Once he emerged from the pool, Cavin swam and swam towards the bed of the cave, though not without a struggle, for the fall had not only caused him some injury, but he had also lost his shoes, had his shirt and pants tattered and scraped his legs.

“Pua? Pua!” Cavin called out, hoping that the piglet was all right. Then he saw Pua swimming towards him as the young man grabbed a hold of the pig who carried him up to dry land. As he was laid down, Cavin winced in pain as he noticed that he had busted his right big toenail and had serious bruises and cuts on his right leg. Bent out of shape and stained a crimson red with his blood, Cavin knew that he had to have it removed first.

So, he grabbed his bow, bit down on it and dug into his bag, hoping that he might find a file in which to trim it down. Breathing heavily and carefully digging, he eventually found it and began to file his messed-up toenail down to size. Sadly, this was still a painful process, if only toenail clippers had been invented in those times. Once Cavin was done filing this busted nail, he tore off pieces of his tattered shirt and wrapped them around his foot and leg. He limped towards the cold, cool pool of water, hoping that it might ease his pain. He breathed a sigh as he felt the water soothe his wounded leg, though in the beginning he shuddered at the cold water.

He looked around and gazed upon what looked to be a burial chamber. He was in a barrow!

This place was brimming with ancient items, gold, gems of the finest make, and those buried beneath were adorned in long-forgotten armor that shone brightly like the stars in the night sky.

Cavin had to be cautious, for this barrow might be home to the accursed Draugr, the Nordic undead.

Still the half-naked youth limped as he gazed upon a figure who sat right in the center of the barrow.

He was adorned with what seemed to resemble a crown, his armor was rent and in his right hand, covered in cobwebs and rust, was a magnificent sword adorned with a golden guard encrusted with gems.

Hoping that he was not making a huge mistake, Cavin gently picked the sword from its owners’ hand. He gazed upon it and began to slowly but surely swing it against the stone beneath his feet, causing the rust to fly away and for the blade to retain its former shine.

Then Cavin gazed upon the sword and began to swing it in his hands. It did not seem so heavy to his hands. All his life he dreamt of wielding a sword, but this felt like more than just a dream. Just as he was getting the hang of wielding it, the corpse that held the sword began to topple over and its crown fell before Cavin, startling the young man for fear that it might come to life on him.

That did not occur thankfully, but the corpse looked as if it was bowing its head in respect. Pua looked at the corpse in concern, but Cavin sighed as he believed that this meant that he was worthy of wielding this weapon. Staring at the corpse, he bowed his head back in equal respect. Yet no sooner had he done this, when a familiar growl was heard and Cavin turned to see that Mor’du had followed him and Pua into the barrow.

“Pua, stay back. No way am I letting this monster of a bear kill us.” Cavin said as he raised his new sword in anticipation and unafraid to face the demonic bear who reared himself up and gave a loud, blood-curdling roar in which Cavin returned with a powerful yell. Mor’du plopped back onto his forelimbs and reared his head before he growled once again and began to charge at his prey.

Knowing that this bear would be hard to kill with a mere weapon, Cavin knew that he had to be fast on his feet and possibly outsmart the bear. Perhaps the stone tombs might be useful, hoping that crashing into one of them might slow the beast down. So, the brave young man waited for Mor’du to get closer, and when he did, he rolled away dodging the vicious bear’s claws. He was not harmed, but a claw did remove what was left of Cavin’s shirt, leaving his chest bare, and the bear crashed into the tomb in front of him.

The crash did not kill him, but it made Mor’du angry enough to turn around and charge at Cavin yet again. Yet Cavin hoped that he could leap over the bear, so he jumped as high as he could and Mor’du crashed into yet another tomb. Mindless as he seemed however, Mor’du was deceptively clever. Cavin leapt unto one of the other tombs, but the bear gave a look of sadistic delight as he gazed upon Pua who was scared out of his wits and running in terror.

Mor’du growled with hunger in his eye as he walked towards Pua, his jaws drowning in his own saliva. Seeing that Pua was in danger, Cavin drew his hunting knife from its sheath. He had a strange feeling that his action might not seriously hurt the bear, but he had to do something to protect Pua. Just as Mor’du came too close to the piglet, Cavin gave out a loud yell and surprisingly as he landed onto the bear’s hindquarters, his knife stuck itself into the monster’s leg and ripped a huge wound, causing Mor’du to roar in pain.

This caused the monster to turn himself back towards Cavin who nervously backed away in terror until his back was near a broken tomb as the bear growled with vengeance and blood-rage in his stare. Mor’du raised a paw, ready to kill when Pua felt something snap inside of him and he charged at the bear’s right leg, biting at the beast’s heel, causing the black-coated predator to roar in agony.

This action gave Cavin enough time to reach for his newly found sword and as he picked it up, he aimed the blade point first into the bear’s chest towards the heart. Mor’du roared loudly as Cavin continued to push his blade through the beast’s heart and his body and pants were caked with his enemy’s blood. The monstrous black bear felt his life draining from his body as his remaining eye began to fade like a candle blown out by a swift breeze, then his great body began to limp and he fell towards Cavin, aiming to crush him with his weight, much to Pua’s fear and concern.

Pua walked towards the lifeless corpse of Mor’du in caution, squealing and oinking hoping to see if Cavin was either alive or dead. Then the sound of scraping steel from flesh was heard and Cavin found the strength to free himself from the bear’s massive husk, giving a loud yell that sounded like a proud roar with his sword in his hand, still covered in his enemy’s blood.

Taking a few breaths, he looked at himself in amazement that he had not died fighting this monster and that this sword had protected him from being killed. As he marveled at his blade, something unexpected happened that caused him and Pua complete and utter shock. A specter appeared from the corpse of the bear, except that it was not a bear’s spirit. Nay, this spirit took the form of a man, a rather large man with long brown hair and a brown beard, wearing a dark-colored robe paired with an animal fur cloak and his upper body was covered with various tattoos.

Cavin gave a look of shock and dismay. Could Mor’du have been human once? Was he in the right to have killed him? So many questions were running through his head as he tried to comprehend what was unfolding before him, Pua was equally as confused before the spirit of the man nodded at them and gently spoke in a soft, relieved voice with a sigh, “Thank you.”

Then the spirit disappeared but not before Cavin nodded back in respect, now understanding that he had given this poor soul peace after many years, generations even, trapped as a bear. Cavin knew now what he needed to do. So, he removed his bloodied pants and went into the pool to clean himself of the blood and guts that had covered his body. Cleanliness was something that Cavin needed after such a vicious brawl, including some clothing after unintentionally damaging his own and getting it bloodied too.

Had Cavin not been skilled as a hunter, he would never have known that it was an essential survival technique to make use of whatever nature could provide for him. Perhaps he could make use of Mor’du’s hide. Once Cavin was done bathing himself, not caring that he was naked, wet and shivering, he grabbed his knife and began the process of skinning Mor’du.

It was a bloody mess and rather sickening, the thought of skinning what might have once been a man trapped in a bear’s body, but Cavin had made his peace with what he had to do. It was either this or steal clothing from another unsuspecting traveler, and he could not do such an act.

A few hours later, Cavin was now wearing a loincloth made from the bear’s hide around his waist. Around his neck, he wore a bear-skin cloak, and he also made a make-shift sheath for his new sword from Mor’du’s hide.

“Come on, Pua. We better make it to Dyflin fast, and maybe Sir Ryan might be able to give me better clothing than this.” Cavin said as he and Pua began to search for an exit out of the barrow until Pua turned his head towards a passageway that led up. Pua grunted to Cavin who nodded as he did his best to climb the passageway’s stair and it was hardly easy for him, for it pained him to walk on that injured right leg, but what other choice did Cavin have? He and Pua needed to get to Castle MacHuffan as soon as possible, and yet there were so many other things on Cavin’s mind.

Among them being the strange standard that he saw in the visions with the two vicious black Dragons and the bloody red eye. Ever since he saw that symbol, it had been plaguing him relentlessly in his mind and would not go away. After a slow, yet painful walk up the stone steps, Cavin and Pua saw the light of day and headed out, in hopes of reaching Castle MacHuffan in good time.

Limping, but bravely hanging on, Cavin and Pua walked for what seemed like a long time until they reached what looked like an abandoned stone hovel with a door that resembled a curtain. From out of the hovel stood a figure who seemed to resemble a rather beautiful young woman with olive brown skin, light pink eyes, ombre blonde hair with pink undertones, and clad in a pink ruffled mini dress with white trims, and noticeably she had a heart-shaped beauty mark under her right eye. Cavin could not tell whether she was friend or foe, but she was rather attractive in her own way, perhaps too attractive.

“Hey there, cute stuff.” Said the beautiful young woman as she flirtatiously gestured him to come closer and Cavin was lulled towards her as if he was under a spell. “There’s warmth, fire and your leg could do with a nice little fix-up. Because personally that leg looks really fucked up.” She said as she looked his bandaged leg, much to his own surprise.

“How do you know that?” Cavin asked in confusion as she looked at him, as though she was checking him out with lust in her eyes. The young woman gave a grin that screamed ‘trust me’, though he felt a slight discomfort at her gaze. “I know a hurt leg when I see one, stud-muffin.” She said with a sultry tone of voice that made him blush brighter than the pinkest sunset.

“Well? Are you going to come in or not?” She asked with a bat of her eyes, causing Cavin to gulp before he nodded and came into the hovel and Pua followed suit. Whoever this young woman was, she seemed rather generous even if she seemed rather too amorous for his tastes.

An hour later, the young woman had applied medicine and bandages to his hurt leg and even gave him a hot bowl of goulash. He had never received such hospitality from anyone before, having lived his whole life on Sparrowhawk Farm and near the forest.

“Well? What do you think? Is my goulash any good?” She asked with a smirk as Cavin slowly took a spoonful of the paprika infused soup and immediately tasted beef, vegetables and a broth that seemed to warm his bones.

“Yeah, it’s really good.” Cavin said as he allowed the heat to kick in. This earned him a rather interesting smile from the young woman who began to act flirtatious with him again.

“So, tell me, what’s a young, healthy strong guy like you doing out in the open?” She asked, putting her finger to his chin which made Cavin gulp in concern as he pulled away, much to her chagrin as she sighed.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’m not used to being treated like this. And I do admit that you are rather beautiful, but I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” Cavin said, trying his absolute best to be polite to this seductive specimen who was surprised by his comment, before she batted her eyes at him and said, “You can call me Vee.”

“Vee? Is that short for something?” Cavin asked in genuine curiosity as the young woman realized that he was different from most men that she had met. An actual gentleman in this world and time? “It’s short for Verosika.” She answered as Cavin nodded.

“It’s an odd name, but I find it rather unique and amazing.” Cavin said to her which made Verosika feel rather touched. Most men that she encountered were drawn mostly by her peculiar appearance, which was more of a glamor to hide who she really was. This young man was treating her as if she was just an ordinary woman and not what she really was on the inside, but dare she show him that side of her yet?

“Well now that you’ve learned my name, stud-muffin, it’s time you told me yours. Sounds fair, don’t you think?” Verosika asked as she got closer to him and he stared at her dress, causing him to blush.

“I’m Cavin…of Sparrowhawk Farm.” Cavin said as he tried to cover his blushing face and Verosika gave a lustful smirk.

“Cavin, hmm? By the look on your face and in your eyes, I can tell that you must be a virgin. I suppose there’s a first time for everything.” Verosika said as she began to caress his shirtless body, which made Cavin feel rather uncomfortable and yet at the same time aroused.

“What—what are you doing?” Cavin asked as he moaned a bit from her touch. This was a strange sensation to him, but her hand was rather soft.

“Repaying the kindness that you’ve shown me, Cavin. You loved my food, said that my name was beautiful.” Verosika said before something unexpected happened in front of his eyes, she was showing him her true form.

Her hair turned white as snow, her skin became a rosy pink, two large horns appeared from her hair, her sclera was now yellow, and strangely enough she spouted wings and a heart shaped tail. She was really a Succubus, or a Desire Demon, as some people considered her. And her dress disappeared, leaving herself completely naked before his eyes, showing everything.

“So, what are you waiting for, Cavin? Fuck me good and I promise you, all your deepest desires, everything that you ever wanted I’ll make come true. All I ask in return is a good, proper fuck-fest from you and it’s a deal.” Verosika said with a sultry smirk, ready to lull him under her spell.

Cavin hesitated for a reason and looked to Pua for an approval, to which the pig shook his head as if to tell him not to do this. “Verosika, I appreciate that you want to do this, but I can’t.” Cavin said, much to Verosika’s surprise and disappointment as she appeared to growl angrily about being rejected by this young man.

“It’s not that I’m not interested in copulating with you, Verosika. Far from it, I think anyone would consider themselves lucky to have sex with you. I just don’t believe in making love with someone who I’ve just met, and if I’ve hurt or offended you then I’m truly sorry for it, but I believe in getting to know someone as a person first before I even consider having sex or even getting intimate with them. I’ll understand if you wish to kill me or even possess me. I probably deserve it, too.” Cavin said in a genuinely sincere tone, hoping that she might not hurt him or even do anything that might potentially kill him.

Verosika was this close to start chewing him out for rejecting her, but upon hearing the sincerity in his voice and seeing the look on his face as if he ready to accept whatever punishment she might inflict upon him, her face softened, as if moved by his words, and instead of screaming at him for his rejection or even killing him, she gently kissed his cheek much to Cavin’s surprise.

“While I am rather pissed off at you for refusing to do it with me, I appreciate your honesty and that you didn’t scream at seeing what I really am, a Succubus. Most humans that I’ve dealt with either screamed in my face or even tried to kill me with holy relics, real or fake, yet none of them came close to succeeding in that task. For that generosity and your willingness to accept whatever fate I might decide for you, I will not kill you.” Verosika said.

“Then what do you plan to do?” Cavin asked, unsure of what Verosika had in mind for him as she conjured up some clothing for herself, covering her body.

"Wait right here, please, Cavin. I'll be right back." Verosika said as she went to her bedroom much to his concern. She dug through her vanity drawers, looking for something.

“Where did I put that potion? Where is it? I swear, Tex, if I find out that you’ve fucked with any of my shit or even swiped that Nordic-made Dick-Enlarger Potion again just to please your fucking Queen Bee, you are so getting fixed, and I damn well mean it this time.” Veronica said in frustration.

Cavin was confused as she mumbled and growled, digging through her belongings until at last, after a bit of poking around she found something holding a bottle containing a liquid that resembled the color of blood, “Ah. Here it is. Potion of True Strength.”

“’Potion of True Strength?’” Cavin asked in confusion as he still struggled to get up, recovering from his leg injury. He was concerned that Verosika might have been toying with his naivete.

“Cavin, sweetie, you shouldn’t stress yourself so much. After all, this potion will not only heal your leg at an astonishing rate but will also give you some impressive abilities that you’ve probably never dreamed of having before.” Verosika said as she came towards him offering the potion freely to him.

“Anything else that I should know about this potion?” Cavin asked as he reached his hand for the liquid.

“There might be some side effects. Just be prepared for what they might be.” Verosika said as she pulled the cork from the bottle and smirked as she handed the bottle to him.

“Anything else I should know before I drink this?” Cavin asked as he prepared to drink before Verosika placed her hand on the bottle.

“Drink it slowly, Cavin, you might feel a stinging pain if you drink it all at once. You’ll also need a companion who’s not only as loyal as your little piggy, but someone to talk to.” Verosika said before she went into her closet and pulled out what looked to be a small statue of a Dragon.

“Oh Spike, awaken.” She said as the statue began to crack and a powerful purple glow of magic formed from the cracks, emitting smoke and embers before a great puff of purple fog surrounded the hut and Cavin coughed before a boyish like voice was heard.

“I LIVE!” Said the voice as the fog cleared and Cavin saw to his amazement a Dragon. A rather small mulberry scaled Dragon with moderate pistachio eyes, moderate harlequin spikes on his body, light lime green ear fronds on his face and a bright green underbelly. Cavin had never expected to see such a creature, but he noticed something else, this Dragon did not appear to have wings on his back yet.

“So Verosika, have you found a way to contact Equestria yet? Did you let Twilight, and everypony know that I’m safe and out of harm’s way?” Asked the Dragon, much to Cavin’s confusion before Verosika sighed.

“Uh, Spike…” Verosika said patiently even if the Dragon, whose name was Spike, happened to run off at the mouth sometimes. “If anyone is foolish enough to threaten you or anyone that you like, vengeance will be mine!” Spike said dramatically much to the Succubus’ annoyance as she rolled her eyes while the baby Dragon growled slightly.

“Spike! Can it!” Verosika said, catching the baby Dragon’s attention, before she cleared her throat as she gestured to the assistant pig-keeper. “Meet Cavin.” Spike turned to see Cavin who was just as confused as the baby Dragon was.

“Uh, Verosika, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean after all, he is a human and he’s armed, which makes me rather uncomfortable. What if he decides to kill me just like those other humans tried to kill me before you found me and kept me safe with--.” Spike protested in concern.

“I don’t plan on killing you.” Cavin said innocently and honestly, though Spike was not entirely convinced.

“Yeah? Well then explain that sword and why you’re dressed in a bear’s skin and maybe I’ll believe you, pal.” Spike said before Verosika raised her hand.

“This is no time to argue, you two. Right now, Cavin, I need you to drink that potion, and you’ll witness its wonders.” She said as Cavin began to drink from the potion slowly as instructed, hoping to savor the taste.

The taste however reminded him of a cherry flavored medicine that Ged would give him whenever he was sick as a child and yet it filled him with an aftertaste that was rather sweet.

Then he started to feel a strange tingling in his blood, as if his leg was mending and the rest of his body was starting to change. He writhed as he grasped his wounded leg and felt his muscles burn like fire, his arms started to form an impressive set of biceps and triceps, but not to the extent of a modern-day body builder.

His calves began to expand and were no longer skinny, but broad. Every part of him was becoming far more enhanced than it had ever been before today. Even his hair had grown out long and wild, perhaps this was what Verosika meant about the effects of this potion.

Cavin had changed from a scrawny young man into a well-built and physically impressive being. Verosika was drooling at the sight of him while Spike’s eyes widened with awe, and yes, ‘awe’ as in A-W-E.

“¿Alguna vez has visto algo como esto en tu vida? Now he’s a super-hunk. ¡Guau!” Verosika said with an impressed tone in her voice before clearing her throat. “So, how do you feel?”

Cavin breathed heavily before he looked at himself, seeing that he towered over Verosika a bit, and spoke up, “Taller and stronger, too.”

“So, what did this potion do to me?” Cavin asked as he examined himself, still trying to comprehend his new appearance. Not that he did not mind, he just wanted to find out what had just happened to him.

“I should have explained. This potion that I gave you amplifies the best parts of your inner character, Cavin. You’ve just become as incredibly strong as you are compassionate, brave and selfless. Had you been an absolute dickhead like some of my former lovers, one of them I still have mixed feelings about, not only would you have become a sickly, pitiful shell of your former self but you probably might have choked on the potion.” Verosika explained, though Spike was still unconvinced.

“I don’t know, Verosika. I’m not even sure that Cavin might even be hero material, no matter how strong he looks right now.” Spike said before the Succubus simply chuckled.

“That’s why, Spike, you are going to accompany him…him and his little piggy.” Verosika said as she looked at Pua who gave her a look of confusion.

“Wait, why are you even doing this for me, Verosika? I’m no one special and you did try to seduce me. How do I know that you didn’t give me this potion just to seduce me anyway and drain all my life force?” Cavin asked in a tone that screamed skepticism and concern as Verosika sighed.

“You’re right, I could have just fed you the potion and once it was over I would have simply fucked you over and over again just to feed on your sexual energy, but I chose not to because of how kind you were to me, even if you did reject my advances which I am still rather pissed off about.” Verosika said before she tickled his chin with a coy smirk.

“As to being ‘no one special’? Cavin, you are someone special, someone with a great destiny ahead of you. You’re destined to become a King not just by marrying into royalty, but by virtue of finding a lost relic of Skyrim and a symbol of royal power from Old Narnia, which only a true King can possess. You’ll even crush the most dreaded Dragon in all Veridan--.” Verosika said before Cavin interrupted her upon hearing the word ‘Dragon’.

“Dragon? Did you say a Dragon?” Cavin asked as Verosika noticed the look in his eye before she spoke. “What is it that you seek?” She asked, wondering as to what Cavin was aiming for.

“A standard. A symbol, perhaps on a shield or on a flag. Two mighty black Dragons coming together, facing each other…but they’re one over a red eye, glowing like molten fire.” Cavin said as he described the symbol that he saw earlier in Pua’s visions.

“Ah yes, I know which symbol you’re taking about, but I will tell you this. If you want more information about this symbol, seek out the laird of Castle MacHuffan and he’ll tell you more about its origins.” Verosika said getting Cavin’s attention.

“You mean Sir Ryan? That’s where me and Pua were headed off to, Dyflin, where he might be safe.” Cavin said as Verosika smirked.

“Then it’s settled. Spike, you are to accompany Cavin on his quest to Castle MacHuffan and perhaps learn more about what humans are like beyond the narrowminded beings who tried to hunt you and skin you.” Verosika said to Spike who was concerned about that.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea. Since I still don’t have my wings yet, I’m probably a sitting duck and who knows if Cavin here might think about killing me, too. After all, humans like him hurt Dragons all the time in Veridan. What’s to stop him from doing the same to me?” Spike asked in concern, much to Cavin’s annoyance.

“Spike, I promise you, I’m not going to kill you or do anything to harm you. Besides, you’ve done absolutely nothing to me, so I have no reason whatsoever to harm you.” Cavin said hoping that Spike might listen to his words.

“Well, if you’re not going to harm me, why then are you wearing that bear skin? Don’t most humans dress differently than that?” Spike asked wondering as to why Cavin was wearing all that fur around him.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, because my old clothing was either torn or completely soaked in blood, the blood of a vicious bear named Mor’du.” Cavin explained his situation to Spike who suddenly realized the circumstances that Cavin was in. Maybe this human did have what it took to be a hero after all.

“Oh. Though wait a minute, I thought that Mor’du couldn’t even be killed or defeated? That he was a monster whose hide was impenetrable, or was that all exaggerated?” Spike asked in confusion, so many questions were going on within the little Dragon’s head.

“It wasn’t all exaggerated. I had to go for his hind legs first, then when he almost had me pinned, Pua bit at his wounded leg and I had to pierce his heart, though it did bloody my clothing, hence why I’m all dressed up in this bear’s hide. Plus, given that his hide was practically invulnerable I thought it might also be great protection like from the elements or even from most weapon blows.” Cavin explained, hoping that it might make sense to the young Dragon.

“Well, I’d like to stay and chat with you boys, but I got some serious work to do, and I don’t have a lot of time to do it. So, you two make nice and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find a way to reach out to this place that you call Equestria in hopes of getting you back home, Spike. As for you, Cavin. Dear, sweet, innocent, well-meaning Cavin…” Verosika said flirtatiously as he gulped.

“Yes?” Cavin asked, wondering what Verosika was going to say next as she came closer to him. “You’re cute, Cavin, but it wouldn’t have worked out between us. What with you being a human and me as a Succubus, but I’ll tell you this much; the young Princess that you’re destined to marry will appreciate this side of you, even if she won’t look much like a Princess at first glance. See you later.” Verosika said as she blew a kiss to him before vanishing in a puff of pink smoke, leaving Cavin and Spike to cough up some of the smoke from their lungs.

“Is Verosika always this flirtatious?” Cavin asked as he tried to catch his breath as Spike did the same thing.

“Yeah, she can be. Verosika is a Succubus after all, she lives for the thrill of attracting certain humans and draining them of their sensual energy. It’s amazing though that she didn’t try to kill you for rejecting her, that’s not usually what she does to those who make her angry.” Spike said, which made Cavin curious.

“I think Verosika mentioned something about an ex-lover who she had mixed feelings about?” Cavin asked though Spike gave him a look that said, ‘Don’t push it’.

“She really doesn’t like talking about him that much, except that he’s an Imp from Hell and he loves to smooch around with everybody; Snuffy, Al, Leo, Little Moe with The Gimpy Leg, who names their kid that? Cheeks, Bony-Bob and Cliff, the list could go on forever.” Spike explained as Cavin laughed a little bit, which made Spike laugh a little bit, too.

“Complicated much, isn’t it?” Cavin asked as Spike stifled his laughter.

“Verosika can be rather amicable with most people, so long as they’re not that ex of hers or anyone associated with him. Back in Hell she’s rather popular and most Demons or even humans would kill to have a ‘thrill ride’ with her. I’m glad that she didn’t drain your energy, Cavin, and it takes a lot of guts to admit to her face that you found her attractive, but you weren’t ready to go onto the next step.” Spike said with a tone that resonated with respect.

“I didn’t want to hurt her feelings either, Spike. Besides, I already have my heart set on someone though I’ve only ever seen her in my dreams. She’s just the most beautiful and amazing girl that I’ve ever dreamed about. She might even be the girl that Verosika mentioned I was destined to marry, but that could be just wishful thinking.” Cavin said with a hopeful tone in his voice.

“Do you know what she looks like?” Spike asked in curiosity.

“I have her face memorized greatly; skin as bright and as soft as a peach, lips as red as a freshly bloomed rose, eyes that match the clear teal sea, hair that shines like the sun. As for her personality, it changes with every dream, but every time I dream about her, I can’t get her out of my head.” Cavin admitted to Spike, who listened with interest.

“It’s official, Cav. You’re in love, even if you’ve never met her to begin with. Though what the hey. Love is complicated, that I’m an expert on. However, love can be a powerful motivator. Who knows, maybe you’ll find her someday and decide that she really is the one for you.” Spike said with a reassuring tone in his voice, which made Cavin smile a bit. “Thanks, Spike. I appreciate your support and confidence.” Cavin said as he held out his hand to the baby Dragon who reached out his clawed hand in return and they held a strong grip, confirming a new friendship.

“Perhaps Verosika had the right idea to let Spike be part of Cavin’s quest, after all. Yet who knew? Fate has a funny way of bringing people and strange creatures together. Friendship is hard to come by, even among the most unlikely of people, but whatever the case this was the beginning of a good friendship between man and Dragon.”

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Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fan-made version of Disney’s The Black Cauldron with inspiration from Conan the Barbarian (1982) and other films

By RyanofClanMacHuffan

Warning: This chapter contains medieval war violence and some questionable language. Reader discretion is advised.

“You don’t build a bond without being present.” James Earl Jones

Chapter Four: The Witch and the Warden of Dyflin

The following morning, after what was considered a rather interesting night, Cavin came out of the abandoned hovel with Spike and Pua in tow. Now that he was feeling completely healed by Verosika’s potion and magic he needed to get to Dyflin and find Sir Ryan, who might not only be Pua’s best chance of survival and safety, but also point Cavin in the direction of whom the mysterious banner that plagued his dreams belonged to.

“So, onto Castle MacHuffan and to find Sir Ryan.” Cavin said as he looked around the surrounding area, unfamiliar with where Castle MacHuffan was from here. Then Cavin turned his head down to Spike, who gave him a look of confusion.

“Well don’t look at me like that, Cav. I don’t know where Castle MacHuffan is.” Spike said innocently as he shrugged his shoulders before a voice was heard.

“Food. Food!” This voice was not familiar to either of the trio, yet it sounded feminine.

Cavin and Spike looked around in confusion before the young human asked, hoping that he wasn’t making it all up in his head, “Uh. Pua? Was that you?”

Pua simply shook his head as if to say no, which confirmed that Cavin wasn’t making it up.

“Then if it wasn’t you, who was it?” Spike asked in even further confusion until they heard the voice again, crying out in a language that none of them understood.

“¡Ya estoy aquí, tontos!”, said the voice in an annoyed tone, which caused Cavin, Pua and Spike to turn their heads to see a young woman who seemed no older than Cavin was, maybe even younger.

She had short dark brown hair that had a few curls, golden-brown eyes that shone like a freshly lit candle, tan-skin and a scar over her left eyebrow. She was clad in a dark purple overshirt with a snake design, a purple and lilac striped shirt, baggy yellow pants, green socks and purple and white sneakers with a diamond design at each end. At her side was a dark blue oaken staff with a strange looking snakelike creature as its head.

Cavin was unsure of what to make of this young woman, she was rather beautiful though and he had to make sure that she was a friend. “I’m sorry that I had to use Spanish to get your attention, but I really haven’t eaten in days.”, said the young woman who was chained up to the cliffside as if she was a common criminal. Whatever had she done to deserve this?

Whatever the reason, Cavin knew that she deserved better than to be chained up like a wild animal as he knelt and calmly asked her, “And who says that you will?”

The young woman looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please give me food so that I have strength when the jackals come. I’d prefer to die not in hunger, but in combat fighting the forces of evil.”

“What do you say, Spike? Should we let her go?” Cavin asked his Dragon companion who seemed unsure, but he was also busy observing her staff.

“Well, judging from the staff that’s at her side, she’s probably a witch. The only question is if she’s a good witch or a bad witch?” Spike asked as he continued to inspect the oaken staff and its strange head, though this question made the young woman frown as she gave a reply.

“¡¿Qué clase de pregunta estúpida es esa?! Yes, I’m a good witch and not a bad one. If I were a bad witch, I would have been able to turn either of you into any kind of amphibian that I wanted to, even a newt.”, the young woman replied, much to their confusion.

“A newt?” Spike asked as he scratched his head while the young woman gave a sheepish smile.

“Don’t worry. The effects would only last a couple of minutes.” She said, trying her best to lighten the mood with a cheerful look on her face.

“Who are you?” Cavin asked, hoping to know who this young woman was and what language she was speaking as she rose up with a hint of pride within her stance.

“I am Luz Noceda, part-time thief and witch extraordinaire! Though as you can tell from my current situation, it’s hard for me to perform magic while I’m chained up like this.”, the young woman, now known to Cavin as Luz, said as the sound of rattling chains was heard.

“So, what are you doing here?” Cavin asked Luz wondering why, if she was such a great witch, she was in such a predicament.

“I don’t know how I got here, but as you can see, I’ve been left behind as dinner for jackals.” Luz explained as Spike picked up her staff, to find that the head of the staff came alive and was revealed to be a cute, tri-colored creature that resembled a snake with a huge lime-green rattle at the end of its tail, small pointy ears, dark purple eyes and small fangs.

“What is that?” Spike asked in surprise as Luz laughed at the baby Dragon’s confusion.

“That would be my palisman, Stringbean.” Luz explained as the snake creature seemed to fly towards her, even if she didn’t have any wings at all.

“Don’t worry, she’s rather friendly.” Luz said reassuringly as Spike was amazed at such a creature but was still unsure as to what a ‘palisman’ was. Being from a different world made the baby Dragon feel like a literal babe in the woods.

“So, what is a palisman?” Cavin asked, not knowing as to what a palisman was either.

“A palisman is a living, magical totem usually found on a witch’s staff. They function like a Wizard’s familiar.” Luz explained before Cavin reached for his sword and began to hack at the chains that held her, until finally she was free.

“There, you’re free now.” Cavin said as he sheathed his sword and Stringbean began to coil around her owner.

“I’d thank you, though I don’t know your names.” Luz said as she petted Stringbean lovingly before Cavin pounded his chest with his right hand.

“I am Cavin of Sparrowhawk Farm, and this is--.” Cavin said before Spike raised his clawed hand up.

“Name’s Spike. I’m a Dragon from Equestria. Yeah, I know it sounds hard to believe, but I can assure you I’m not like most Dragons you’ve ever seen in this place you call Veridan.” Spike said.

Hours later as the sun was setting, the three travelers and the pig were sitting by a campfire and talking as they ate.

Cavin needed to know more about his witch companion, so as he ate some cooked grouse. “So, Luz, what gods do you pray to?”

“Me? I pray to the Great Feathered Serpent, Quetzalcoatl, to whom my ancestors consider the God of the Wind. What about you?” Luz asked as Cavin spoke next.

“Other than Aslan, the Great Lion, I know that my people worship the Nine Divines, including Shor. Though I’ve never prayed to him before, I don’t even know if he would ever listen.” Cavin said thinking he was probably not worth a god’s time.

“I know very little of Shor, but he seems to be a powerful deity in his own right. Though I still don’t understand how most humans or sentient beings can worship a god that you’ve never even seen.” Spike said, trying to understand how religion worked within Veridan and how so many peoples could have need of many deities.

“Shor is strong, Spike. One day when I die, I will have to face Tsun, the guardian of the Whalebone Bridge that leads to the Hall of Valor and after I defeat him in combat, I must appear before Shor and then he will ask me, ‘Cavin of Skyrim, what is the Riddle of Steel?’. And if I don’t know it, he will cast me from Sovngarde until I give him the answer that he seeks. That’s Shor, strong from the power of Sovngarde deep within Aslan’s Country upon the highest mountain.” Cavin said as Luz simply chuckled a bit.

“Well, Shor might be that powerful, and so is Aslan, but my god is greater.” Luz said with a smirk before Cavin gave out a laugh.

“Shor laughs at your Quetzalcoatl, and so does Aslan, laugh from the highest peak of the highest mountain.” Cavin said before Luz used a bit of her magic to summon an image of what resembled a feathered snake flying without wings.

“Ah, but my deity is even stronger; he’s part of the everlasting sky. Your gods, Cavin, live underneath him.” Luz said as she pointed to the sky and the illusionary serpent flew straight up into the air as she chuckled a bit.

Spike looked on at the image of the flying serpent with longing in his eyes. “Oh, how I wish one day that I could have wings and fly.”

Hearing those words made Cavin, Luz and Pua look at him with confusion and concern. “But Spike, I thought that all Dragons were born with wings?” Cavin asked, wondering as to why Spike did not have wings yet.

“Maybe here in Veridan they are, but back in Equestria where I’m from, Dragons aren’t born with them. In fact, I don’t even know if I am able to have wings at all, since I know absolutely nothing about being a Dragon. I was raised by ponies after all.” Spike said as Luz looked at him.

“Raised by ponies, huh? Equestria? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this place before.” Luz said with interest in her voice, while Cavin looked startled upon hearing a twig snap.

“Wait. I can sense that something or someone might be tracking us.” Cavin said as he placed his food down and reached for his blade.

For Veridan was home to a myriad of malicious monsters, among them were the dreaded Beastmen who represented the worst side of the natural world.

Beastmen were a race of mutated beings, a mixture of human and animal, namely the goat-faced Caprigors, the smaller and more human-like Ungors and the behemoths known as Bullgors or Minotaurs.

These vicious beast-human hybrids were a plague upon Veridan and worse, they were seen as a cruel mockery of the gentle Fauns and Satyrs of Old Narnia. Even the noble Narnian Centaurs saw the Cloven Ones, one of the many names the Beastmen went by, as an affront to their existence.

Cavin had never seen a Beastman before, but he had heard tales about them and their savage brutality. They were just as reviled as the Orcs, Goblins and Darkspawn, even more so due to their unpredictable and animalistic natures.

He had even heard of a particularly vicious and exceedingly cunning Caprigor known as Khazrak the One-Eye. He prayed that he would never have to meet this monstrous being. Then Cavin heard the trampling of hooves and sounds, it was as if he was hearing a language that resembled crude grunts, roars and gestures. This had to be the Beastmen’s version of the Dark Tongue, a horrid language that evoked malice and hatred, though the Beast Tongue was more akin to noise than an actual sophisticated language.

Cavin continued to look around until he noticed rows of blood-red eyes in the darkness and as they came closer, Luz raised her staff and Spike growled, ready to let loose his flames. Then came a huge, armored Caprigor known as a Bestigor.

Covered in ramshackle armor and wielding a crude looking axe in its right hand, this Beastman was ready to fight and die or even get itself a meal. It pawed the ground with his right hind leg, ready to charge at its victims. Yet Cavin realized that this Beastman was acting a bit like Toro at Sparrowhawk Farm. He probably could defeat this beast the same way so when the Bestigor charged,

Cavin jumped out of the way and allowed the mutated beast to miss with its horns and for Luz to let of a blast of magic from her staff. This blast started to burn the Bestigor, causing the creature to roar in pain and a strong rancid smell to fill the air.

Even Pua felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach as the smell of burnt fur stung the nostrils in his snout. Yet the fight was far from over as the Beastmen herd continued to fight and the team fought for their lives. When fourteen had fallen, the rest of the herd fell back in despair and none of Cavin’s group was injured. Not even Pua was hurting. Though Cavin was caked in the blood of his enemies, he felt a strong sense of his Nordic heritage coming out.

It was his first battle against what he considered a sentient, if rather bestial, foe. He only hoped that it was enough to make even Shor or Aslan amused by his skills as a warrior. Then he wiped his sword clean on his own cloth as he sighed.

“Come on, everyone. Wherever there’s a small group of Beastmen there may be more of them. We need to get to Dyflin and fast. Sir Ryan might want to know about this attack.” Cavin said as he looked towards the coast. Then the quartet ran as fast they could, but they knew deep down that they were no match for the speed of one of the Cloven Ones.

Spike even groaned at the fact that he was unable to sprout wings yet. If only he had them, perhaps he might be able to fly them over to Dyflin. Finally, they came upon what looked to be an abandoned campsite, hopefully this would prove to be a good place to stay for the night.

There was a hitching post for horses, though the only steed available was a huge dapple-grey horse adorned in a steel barding. Upon seeing the intruders, the giant stallion reared up and whinnied as his hooves began to paw the air.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there, boy. Easy.” Cavin said as he let his hand out and spoke gently to the great equine beast.

“Don’t worry. We’re not here to harm you or steal you.” Little did Cavin, Luz, Pua or Spike know was that they were being watched by a hooded figure in the woods who was rather interested in seeing what may happen next.

By the figure’s side was a young Griffon which chirped and whistled in confusion while tilting its head.

“We better make sure they ain’t horse thieves, Assan.”, the figure said to his Griffon companion in what resembled a Texan twang as he pulled out a short composite war-bow made from laminated layers of wood, horn and animal glue and notched a brown feathered arrow from his quiver.

Giving a sigh, hoping that the worst would not come to happen he gave a small prayer, “Aslan, if these varmints are horse-thieves, guide my hand. There’s no way I’m losing Snow-Cloud this night.”

As he watched, Cavin gently soothed the horse by speaking quietly and petting his neck, which caused the hooded figure to be impressed. This young man sure had some promise while Assan chirped a little before the hooded man turn and shook his head. “Nae, Assan. Not tonight.”, said the mysterious figure as he watched Cavin soothe his horse before deciding to make his presence known.

Luz saw the mysterious figure and gasped as she readied her staff as she cried out, “Cavin, look out!”

The figure then raised his hands up in the air, “Easy there. Easy. I got no intention of hurting nobody unless you’re here to try to steal my horse or take some of my food.”

Cavin turned to see that the figure was wearing a dark blue hood and cloak, he was clad in steel armor with the emblem of the Grey Wardens, two white Griffons and a white chalice, in the center of his breastplate. “Are you one of the Grey Wardens?” Cavin asked, hoping that this stranger was a friend and hopefully one of the great monster hunters as Grey Wardens were revered as.

“I am. Now who may I ask are you and why you’re in my camp, startling my poor horse Snow-Cloud?”, the mysterious stranger asked before he took notice of Luz and spoke in a friendly and amazed voice.

“Well shut my mouth. Lu-Lu, what are y’all doing out here along the coast at night?”, asked the stranger causing Luz to lower her staff in surprise.

“Wait…I know that voice.” Luz said in amazement. “Sir Ryan? Is that you?”

Then the stranger removed his hood to reveal a strapping, if round-faced, man in his early to mid-thirties with fair skin, shoulder-length chocolate brown hair that was tied into a ponytail, his eyes resembled his hair, and he was sporting some dark brown stubble upon his cheeks. Distinctively he had a scar along his left cheek, which appeared to be from a shaving accident.

“Howdy, y’all. Sir Ryan MacHuffan of the Clan MacHuffan, at your service. Commander of the Grey, Laird of Dyflin, monster hunter--.” Ryan said as he bowed his head in politeness as Cavin was amazed to meet his hero.

“You’re Sir Ryan? The Warden of Dyflin? But you don’t sound like what I expected you to sound like.”, Cavin said in astonishment as Ryan noticed.

“What do you mean by that, kid? How am I supposed to sound like?” Ryan asked as he raised his eyebrow at that question.

Cavin was now at a loss for words, he hoped that he had not offended his hero by saying the wrong thing.

“I meant no offense, Sir Ryan, I just expected you to speak in a more regal tone of voice, something like from--.” Cavin said before Ryan interrupted him.

“Like from Fereldan, the Anderfells, Nevarra or Orlais?” Ryan asked as Cavin gulped, not knowing if he had said something wrong or not before the Warden spoke up.

“Well originally, my family is from Fereldan and we do have some Ferelden in our ways of talkin’, partner. Though I picked up on some of the speaking patterns from a place that Luz told me about and I kinda like the way it sounds.” Ryan explained with a grin.

Then Cavin turned his head towards Luz with an amazed look on his face. “Luz, why didn’t you tell me that you knew Sir Ryan personally?”

“I suppose you didn’t ask.” Luz said with a shrug.

Then flying towards the group came Assan himself squawking with curiosity and playfulness.

Cavin was incredibly impressed, for he had never expected to see a Griffon at all. “How is this even possible? I thought that Griffons had been rendered extinct for centuries.” Cavin said as he gazed upon the young creature.

Assan titled his head to the left a bit, while Cavin tilted his own head back.

“Ah yeah, forgot to mention. Luz, you remember Assan, right?” Ryan asked as Assan walked towards Luz and nuzzled her.

“¡Oh, por el Gran León, eres tú, Assan! Ya no eres un bebé sino un Grifo en crecimiento.” Luz said with a smile as she hugged that big ball of feathers and fluff. His ears twitched with affection as his blue eyes shined with happiness.

Then Ryan looked at Cavin and spoke, “Oh damn, I still haven’t got your name yet, kid.”

“It’s Cavin. Cavin of Sparrowhawk Farm.” Cavin said as he introduced himself which caught his hero’s interest.

“Sparrowhawk Farm, huh? As in Ged the Arch-Magus? How is that old fossil?” Ryan asked as Cavin spoke.

“Well, Ged’s doing okay. He still sees Sister Tenar every so often and he’s raised me most of my life. I’m here to help Pua, my pig, find a safe place to hide.” Cavin stated before Ryan took noticed of both Pua and Spike.

“And my guess is that this little piggy must be Pua. Who’s the Dragon though?” Ryan asked in curiosity as Spike spoke.

“The name’s Spike. I’m from Equestria.” Spike said as he introduced himself as Ryan looked at him as if he was growing a pair of horns.

“Equestria? Can’t say I’ve ever heard of that place, but then again, I’ve seen people and beings from all sorts of different places that I ain’t never heard of until they told me about ‘em. I’ve been to many places in Veridan, but I’ve never seen a map of this Equestria--.” Ryan said before Cavin interrupted him.

“Sir Ryan? If you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing out here at this hour of the night?” Cavin asked wondering as to why Ryan was out in the middle of the forest.

“Well, me and Assan here, we were out hunting. Haven’t found anything yet worth bringing back to Dyflin.” Ryan explained before Assan squawked and turned his head.

“Assan? What is it, boy?” The Grey Warden asked before he heard something in his head, an eerie, dark and mysterious voice that sounded fell and distorted as he winced in agony much to Cavin’s concern as he ran towards the groaning Warden.

“Sir Ryan! Are you okay?” Cavin asked as the Warden gave a soft, yet foreboding, reply.

“They’re here.” Ryan said eerily as menacing figures appeared from the bushes.

They appeared to be humanoids, but paler in looks with eyes that were as white as the moon or even a fiery red, sharpened teeth like knives, clad in ramshackle iron armor and wielding the crudest of weaponry imaginable.

Cavin could barely believe his eyes, these were the bane of every living being within Veridan, the Darkspawn; bloodthirsty beings who existed for one purpose only, the destruction of every living being in their path.

Darkspawn came in a few types; Hurlocks who resembled humans but had rotting teeth and excelled in melee weaponry, the short and stocky Genlocks who nearly resembled a mixture of Dwarfs, Orcs and great apes with blood gaped jaws and specialized in ranged combat such as bows, arrows and javelins, the Sharlocks or Shrieks who resembled Elves clad in light ramshackle armor and using bladed gauntlets or their claws to perform assassinations and lastly the Ogres, the biggest of them all which resembled giant versions of the horned Qunari.

Normally, Darkspawn dwelt deep under the ground and only came up to the surface when they found an Old God of Tevinter, which was a Dragon, and corrupted it with their taint turning said Old God into an Archdemon. From what Cavin could tell, this was a combined Hurlock and Genlock raiding party.

Cavin’s breathing became heavy as he felt his lungs tighten and his own heart pounding relentlessly in his chest like a war drum.

Even Luz, Spike, Pua and Assan were frightened upon seeing such monstrosities, yet the young Griffon maintained his instincts to fight and kill Darkspawn. Then Ryan snapping out of his agonized trance as his eyes narrowed with fiery intensity before he laid down his bow and reached for his longsword, drawing it from its sheath.

Upon its freedom, the sword shone bright with a glow that resembled blue flames, astonishing Cavin and the others.

“In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.” Ryan said in determination as he turned to face the dreaded Darkspawn pack whose numbers seemed a score.“Cavin, can you fight?”

“I can a little, Sir Ryan.” Cavin said as he snapped out of his own fearful trance before Ryan gave out a loud war cry and began to cut them down, one Darkspawn at a time. Assan squawked as he flapped his wings and took to the air before diving down upon a Darkspawn javelin-thrower, tearing it to pieces with his beak and claws.

“What are you waiting for, Cav? Give me a hand here!” Ryan called out as he faced a heavily armed Darkspawn with a huge sword in its hands. Even if he was a professional warrior and monster-hunter, Ryan could not handle all these Darkspawn alone and a sudden burst of courage flowed into Cavin’s heart like water freed from a dam.

Cavin had to prove himself as a man, so he reached for his bow and began shooting at the Darkspawn, hitting one in the throat killing it immediately before the armored Darkspawn that Ryan was about to face gave a loud bestial roar and pointed its blade at Cavin, telling its brethren to attack him. As they charged at him, Cavin had to keep shooting, even if it cost him all his arrows. Darkspawn were notoriously hard to kill unless you were a Grey Warden.

Their greatest strength was their endless numbers and their seething hatred for all living beings.

“Cavin! Your sword! Use your sword, Cavin!” Spike cried out, hoping that it might save his new friend’s life.

“What your Dragon friend said, Cavin. Draw your blade. A bow’s not gonna help ya forever!” Ryan insisted as he was busy fighting off his armored opponent, sparks flying as the ringing clash of steel filled the air.

Cavin then dropped his bow and reached for his sword, yet he feared that it might not be enough before Luz gave a look determination and using her staff, a bright glow of yellow emerged from Stringbean’s eyes. Then Cavin gasped as the light hit his sword, causing it to glow as if she had enchanted it.

‘Perhaps magic might be able to save me from these Darkspawn’, Cavin thought to himself as he raised his weapon in confidence and determination. This was his chance to prove his metal and his mettle. First came a Darkspawn with a spiked mace, which Cavin dodged before he swung down his weapon decapitating the tainted creature. Followed by a Darkspawn with a curved blade, which Cavin was able to parry before sticking his sword into the beast.

Ryan then cut down his own opponent and smirked at Cavin, a little impressed by how he was fighting. “Hmm, not bad, partner. Your form’s rather off though. Have you ever been in a--?” Ryan said before he felt the ground shake, much to his horror.

“Oh shit. I know that sound anywhere. An Ogre is on its way.” Ryan said as from out of the forest came a huge, monstrous, horned, muscular and ravenously hungry Ogre wielding a giant flanged mace in its hand.

Now Ogres were extremely dangerous to kill and bring down, due in part to their immense strength, speed and shocking ability to regenerate from non-fatal wounds within minutes. Ogres were often used by Darkspawn or any other being of darkness as siege weapons, their only competition being the race of Trolls which were bigger in contrast yet harder to come out into broad daylight.

The Ogre reared its head and gave out a loud, bellowing roar causing Pua to hide in terror behind Luz and Assan to turn his head. Even Spike was terrified. “What in Celestia’s name is that?!”

“It’s an Ogre, Spike. The biggest, meanest, cruelest type of Darkspawn in Veridan. Don’t you have Darkspawn or any kind of malignant beings in your home? Equestria, was it?” Ryan asked in surprise as the Ogre ran towards the two combatants, swinging its mace in a furious frenzy.

“We don’t have any humanoid like beings in our world, Sir Ryan. We may have some rather monstrous creatures, like Changelings for example, but they’re not all that bad like these Darkspawn and whatever other monsters you have here in this Veridan.” Spike answered as Ryan leapt out of the Ogre’s reach.

“What? Are you pulling my leg here, Spike?” Ryan asked in an incredulous tone of voice as he held his sword in his right hand and used his left hand to draw what looked like a second sword from his back, only to reveal that it was broken half-way near the cross-guard or quillons, but he was truly wielding this broken blade as if it was a dagger.

Cavin ran towards Ryan who was breathing heavily, “You’ve at least fought an Ogre before, right Cav? Please tell me that you’ve fought something that could fight back.” Ryan pleaded as he readied his weapons.

“I’ve fought a Bestigor and a few Gors.” Cavin answered as he held his own sword, which made Ryan sigh in relief.

“Thank the Lion, I was beginning to think that you really didn’t know what you were doing.” Ryan said before the Ogre turned towards them both and began to charge again.

“Any advice on how to deal with an Ogre?” Cavin asked as Ryan surveyed their opponent.

“Ogres are my least favorite Darkspawn to contend with, Shrieks being a runner-up. Fortunately, Ogres aren’t entirely bright, and their backs are extremely vulnerable. If you’re lucky, you might be able to decapitate it, because I don’t know of any creature that can recover from a severed head.” Ryan suggested though Cavin was not exactly sure this was a good idea, sending him an untrained fighter against a behemoth like an Ogre.

Then a loud screech was heard as Assan flew down towards the Ogre’s back and began to dig his talons and claws into the tainted monster. “Nice work Assan. That’s using your brain, boy!” Ryan said in a proud tone of voice.

Then Cavin got an idea, “Sir Ryan, how about we go for the legs while the Ogre’s distracted?” Ryan was about to protest when he realized something, it was a crazy idea, but it just had to work.

“Strike at its legs. Yeah. I’ll take the left. You get the right, Cav.” Cavin nodded as he and Ryan both ran towards the Ogre and struck at its legs, causing the beast to roar in pain as it knelt and dropped its mace.

Then Cavin turned his attention to Luz and called out, “All right, Luz. Hold him down!”

Then Luz swirled her staff around and from Stringbean’s eyes came a flashing golden light as magical chains appeared and chained the Ogre’s neck, arms and legs, keeping it from escaping.

“Spike, use your flames!” Ryan cried out as Spike realized what needed to be done.

“You got it, Sir Ryan!” Spike said as he gave out a small, yet piercing growl and let out a breath of powerful green flames which Assan by instinct flew away from.

The Ogre roared in immense pain as the smell of its burning flesh permeated the air and assaulted the nasal passages of the company, causing their stomachs to turn inside out from the stench.

“Cavin, you should kill it.” Ryan said nasally as he covered his nose with his elbow, much to Cavin’s surprise.

“But I’m not a Grey Warden and what if I get tainted from being covered in its blood?” Cavin asked in an uncertain tone of voice.

“This is no time to argue, kid. You wanna prove yourself as a warrior, this might be your chance. We’ll discuss a possible initiation into the Grey Warden order later. For now, you must run your blade through the Ogre, Cavin. That is an order, recruit.” Ryan said in an urgent tone of voice, hoping that Cavin would obey him. “And do not hesitate.”

Cavin nodded, even if he feared genuinely that once he killed this Ogre, he might get tainted by being covered in its toxic blood. So, he narrowed his eyes, firmly grasped his blade and gave out a loud battle cry as he ran towards the tainted behemoth and swung his sword down upon its neck, causing its tainted blood to pour onto him gushing like a fountain. Cavin continued to swing his blade down, until on the third strike he heard bones shatter and the Ogre’s head was liberated from its shoulders shooting out like a cork from a champagne bottle. It was amazing to the senior Grey Warden that such a young man, unskilled and yet so determined, could take down the most dangerous of Darkspawn.

Perhaps Cavin might make for a good Warden after all, yet who knew? The Ogre’s body plopped to the floor limp and gushing even more blood from its body. Cavin was surprised by what he had accomplished. Not caring now that he was covered in the blood of his fallen enemy, he stepped forward and climbed onto its corpse, giving out a loud victory cry.

Yet even as Cavin gave out his cry, he felt a sharp pain sting his back. It felt as if steel, poison and wood had pierced him, and he dropped his sword as though his strength was leaving him. Then he fell towards the ground with a plop, but not before Luz used her magic to levitate him safely. Ryan reached for his bow and saw that it was a Genlock archer, then he notched an arrow and shot at the Genlock through the eye, killing it immediately.

Then after dispatching his foe, Ryan looked at Cavin and was concerned, shocked even, to find an arrow lodged into his back. “Oh no. This is not good. This is not good at all.” Ryan said as he examined the arrow and pulled at it, causing Cavin to groan in pain, much to the concern of the others.

“Do you think the arrow is in that deep?” Luz asked.

“It’s not the arrow I’m worried about, Luz. It’s the fact that it might be poisoned or tainted that scares me.” Ryan said as he examined the black-feathered arrow.

“Then what do you plan to do? We can’t let Cavin die or get infected by this ‘taint’.” Spike said as Ryan sighed.

“No, we can’t. And I should have remembered, pulling an arrow out of a wound can only lead to more bleeding. We must get him to Dyflin and fast.” Ryan said as he carried Cavin’s body in his arms and onto Snow-Cloud’s back before he went through his saddle bag and pulled out a small vial.

Luz was concerned as Ryan went towards the recently beheaded Ogre and placed the vial under its severed neck, its blood pouring into the glass container. Then once it was full, Ryan placed a small cork on its opening.

She had the unmistakable feeling that he was planning something for Cavin.

“Ryan, are you sure that you know what you’re doing?” Luz asked, hoping that he was making the right decision.

“Lu-Lu, I would not do this unless I had no other choice. I believe that Cavin might have a future among the Grey Wardens, but only if he survives the Joining ritual. As of now, our numbers are few and we need all the help we can get.” Ryan said in a serious and concerned tone of voice as he placed the vial back in his saddle bag.

Then he got up onto the saddle and urged Snow-Cloud to ride. Then Luz, Spike, Pua and Assan began to follow him towards Dyflin.

“Poor Cavin. Would he make it in time? Would he be able to survive the Darkspawn arrow in his back or even survive the dreaded Joining ritual that every Warden recruit had to endure? And if he did, would he still be the same Cavin that he was before? It was only a matter of time before fate would decide whether he should live or die.”

Chapter Text

Cavin and the Blight Cauldron

A fan-made version of Disney’s The Black Cauldron with inspiration from Conan the Barbarian (1982) and other films

By RyanofClanMacHuffan

Warning: The following chapter contains questionable language, violence and some sexual references. Reader discretion is advised.

"The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones." - Confucius

Chapter Five: A Warden is Born

After what seemed an eternity in his mind, Cavin slowly regained consciousness but his eyes only perceived small particles of light as he winced from a sharp stabbing pain in his back.

He swore he could hear the voice of an elderly man, somewhere in his fifties or even sixties, speaking to him. “Easy, easy there, young man. You’ve been asleep for a rather long time, though Sir Ryan feared that you might never wake up.”

Cavin’s vision cleared as he turned to see a tall man with silvery hair, a thin mustache on his face, dark eyes that emitted a slight green glow and he was clad in fine clothing, particularly a green vest with a burgundy collar and gold trimming, golden gauntlets, a cream-colored button-down shirt and burgundy boots.

In his right hand he carried a black staff with a blackened skull for its head that emanated powerful magic that glowed a ghastly green and right by his side was an actual walking skeleton wearing crystalized goggles upon his head and brown leather gloves and a matching pair of boots.

Cavin was surprised to see such a feat in front of his eyes. Could this man possibly be from the haunted, if fascinating, kingdom of Nevarra? A Necromancer? Would it also explain the skeleton serving him? So many questions were running through his mind as he rubbed his eyes.

“Who are you? And where am I?” Cavin asked the strange man who merely nodded as he spoke.

“Ah yes, quite right. Quite right, introductions should be made first. I am Professor Emmrich Volkarin of the Mourn Watch and this is my trusted associate Manfred. Say hello, Manfred.”, said the man, Emmrich, to his skeletal assistant who waved.

“Is Manfred possessed or--?” Cavin asked before Emmrich raised his hand.

“Oh, no, no, no. Perish the thought, my dear boy. Manfred started out as a spirit of curiosity and manifested himself into the skeletal assistant that I have today.”, the necromancer explained.

“Besides, nothing about Manfred is unnatural or vicious. He’s just rather curious and mischievous at times.”

Manfred simply hissed with delight, much to Cavin’s amazement. It seemed that he knew little about most schools of magic, though that was not entirely his fault.

Magic was not an easy concept to understand, and it was even harder for anyone who wasn’t born with magic in their blood to master its power. Necromancy in general was one of the more misunderstood forms of magic, but it was not considered entirely evil.

Nevarra was famous or even infamous for its unique death practices, for instead of cremating the deceased they mummified their corpses and sealed them within elaborate tombs, particularly within the Grand Necropolis.

Then the door opened as Ryan appeared with some breakfast that he made for Cavin on a plate, Assan trailed behind him squawking happily. “Mornin’, Cav buddy. I’m glad you were able to make it through. The surgery to remove that arrow from your back wasn’t an easy one.”

“Sir Ryan. Good to see you, but where am I? And how long was I out?” Cavin asked as he looked around, not recognizing where he was or how he got there.

“Ah, I’m sorry. You are in Castle MacHuffan, my ancestral castle here in the port city of Dyflin along the Storm Coast of Ferelden. And you’ve been out for three whole days and nights.” Ryan stated before he placed the platter next to Cavin’s bed.

“I didn’t know as to what you’d want to eat for breakfast, so I had to make it up as I went.” Ryan stated as Cavin looked at his plate.

“What did you make for me?” Cavin asked as he gazed upon the food and the elaborate cup that seemed to have coffee inside it.

“Ah. I made you a medium-boiled egg with an orange yolk, two applewood smoked turkey sausage patties, two griddle cakes with some fresh butter and syrup, and a cup of Antivan coffee with fresh milk. Plus, some cinnamon in the coffee.” Ryan explained to Cavin, who was eying his breakfast with interest.

“This all looks very good, Sir Ryan, but you didn’t need to do this for me.” Cavin said as Ryan raised his hand.

“Nonsense. It’s not often that we get newcomers in Dyflin, that and you’ve shown quite some promise. You’ll need that energy for when you start your training.” Ryan insisted while patting Cavin’s back.

“Training? What do you mean by training, Ryan?” Cavin asked in confusion.

“Ah yes, Ryan is planning to train you to become a better fighter, Master Cavin. Taking on an Ogre took plenty of courage, but it will take more than simple courage to battle Ganondorf.” Emmrich explained as Manfred hissed excitedly.

“Yes, Emmrich. That’s right and yes, Manfred, it will be interesting to see if Cavin can make it through the training.” Ryan agreed with the necromancer and his skeleton assistant as Cavin looked at him in confusion.

“You understand what Manfred is saying, Ryan?” Cavin asked as Ryan nodded.

“Why yes, I do. Though it isn’t entirely easy to tell what Manfred needs or wants, and I have Emmrich to thank for in so many ways.” Ryan said as he and the other two left to let Cavin eat his breakfast.

After eating, Cavin got up and found armor on the chair next to the door. It was a shiny set of plate armor just like Ryan’s, but the metal was something that Cavin had never expected to lay eyes upon; Gromril, or Star-Metal, in the Dwarfen tongue, Khazalid.

From what he had been told, Gromril was the strongest metal in Veridan and was the Dwarfs’ greatest treasure save for Lyrium, which they also traded in with several of the remaining human nations. Then he felt something at this throat as he noticed a uniquely long and broad spearhead under his chin before he heard the owner of the spear speak.

“If you wish to wear that armor, you must earn the right to don it first. Being a Grey Warden is not something given freely.”, said the mysterious voice as Cavin gazed upon the hand of his assailant.

It seemed smaller than his own hands and wrapped in leather, yet he could see a light shade of dark skin. Could this be a Gerudo or a Wakandan? Cavin had so many questions within his mind as he prepared to think about how to handle this situation.

“Hilde! This is no way to treat my guests, even if he is a promising recruit.” Ryan’s voice called out as the owner of the spear, Hilde, removed her weapon from Cavin’s throat and revealed herself.

She was indeed dark-skinned with long flowing locks of braided black hair adorned with beads, an elegant face with rare icy blue eyes and rosy-red lips, and she was clad within dark blue robes and an amazing set of chainmail, leather pants and hardened boots.

Her spear was impressive not just by the sheer length of the weapon’s head, but by design of the shaft. It was made from a combination of hardened oak, painted pitch black, measured five feet in length and featured a grip resembling a knob. This weapon was unlike any spear that Cavin had ever gazed upon before as Hilde bowed her head in respect.

“Forgive me, Sir Ryan. I merely wished to ensure this new blood understood that until he passes the training, he is not to touch this armor.” Hilde stated as Ryan nodded in equal respect.

“I see Cavin that you’ve just met my second in command, Hilde.” Ryan stated to Cavin as the young man gulped in concern.

“Brunhilde Olavsdottir, born of Skyrim and Wakanda, at your service. Everyone calls me Hilde though.” Hilde introduced herself to the young Nord who was amazed by her sudden change of voice and attitude as Cavin admired her spear.

“Hilde, was it? I’ve never seen a spear like that before. It’s unique.” Cavin said as he looked at her weapon which piqued the warrior woman’s interest, for she was used to most men looking down on her or making fun of her spear.

“Ah yes. This spear was my mother’s, the spear head anyway, and it serves as a reminder of my connection with her homeland of Wakanda even if I have never been there myself. She was one of the Dora Milaje the personal bodyguards of the Royal Family, until fate brought her to my father, and she was forced to choose between her love for him and her country.” Hilde answered with a bittersweet tone in her voice before she noticed that Cavin gave her a nod.

“Ah, as for my spear. We have a name for it in our tongue; iklwa. The name comes from the sound it makes when you stab into the body; ik…” Hilde said as she demonstrated a thrust of her weapon before she drew it back. “..and klwa, when you pull it out.”

“As you see, Cav, this spear acts like a long-bladed knife used for stabbing as opposed to most spears or polearms like a halberd or a billhook which are used for piercing armor or even knocking an armored Knight off their horse.” Ryan added in before Spike arrived.

“Cav! You’re okay.” The little Dragon said as he hugged his new friend.

“I was just catching up with the rest of Sir Ryan’s crew, and I gotta say that they sure are an odd bunch. No offense, Sir Ryan.”

“None taken, Spike, though Hilde might take offense a bit.” Ryan said with a slight smirk as Hilde readied her spear with a smirk on her face too, which gave Spike a reason for worry before she chuckled.

“It is not often that I would come across a Dragon who was not interested in plunder or destruction, Spike. In my native Skyrim we have legends of a great Dragonslayer known as the Dragonborn or Dovahkiin in the Dragon tongue. By Aslan and Shor, I believe you are no threat.” Hilde said as she looked at him.

“Well, that’s good news, I hope.” Spike said with a nervous tone and sheepish smile, trying not to let worry overcome him.

“So, who are the rest of your gang?” Cavin asked as Ryan led him to the courtyard where he gazed upon the most diverse group of people gathered in the training grounds.

In the ring was a behemoth of a being with grey skin that resembled metal, a black stubble beard, one icy blue right eye, pointy ears, two giant horns resembling those of a bull and wearing padded armor on his left shoulder, arm and upper torso, including a thick leather belt and leather paddings on his pants.

The most discerning feature, other than his horns, was an eyepatch over his missing left eye. In his hands he carried what seemed to be a giant wooden club resembling a baseball bat laced with thick iron spikes and studs at the head, perfect for breaking swords, crushing armor and shattering bone.

On the other side of the ring was a man with a short head of brown hair, light skin, a thick bushy brown beard, bright blue eyes and clad from head to toe in chainmail and plate armor.

In his hands he wielded a two-handed sword with a golden handle and quillons, the chosen weapon of a Chevalier or Knight of Orlais.

These combatants were Knight-Captain Markus de Mandelot, sometimes referred to as Kruber as was his adopted name, and a former Qunari spy/mercenary captain known as Hissrad, ‘Liar’ in the Qunari language of Qunlat, or The Iron Bull as plenty of people called him.

“Ready to test your mettle and your metal, Markus?” Bull asked as he raised his weapon, which was known as a kanabo, with a laugh. “I’ll gladly pay for the repairs on your armor. I can’t say the same about your teeth though.”

Markus simply scoffed with a laugh of his own as he placed his helmet on and spoke in a muddled accent that resembled Orlesian and Fereldan, “For Gilles, the Lady and Taal, I am ready to test my blade against you, Qunari swine.”

“Okay then, but don’t come crying to me once I’m done clobbering you with my sata-kas or complain about the dents in your armor.” Bull stated as the two began to brawl it out with each other, starting with Markus bringing his sword down to the right and Bull catching the blade upon the spikes of his kanabo.

Ryan simply rolled his eyes in amusement while Hilde shook her head, though Cavin and Spike watched on in concern. This fight seemed like a duel between two great warriors. Watching the duel were Luz and Pua, along with a pale-skinned girl with golden eyes, pointy ears, long lavender hair with a hint of brown that was tied into a ponytail held together by three magenta crystals, wearing a dark shirt, dark purple pants, black shoes and holding aloft a staff with a white cat as its head.

“So, Amity, who do you think is gonna win?” Luz asked the girl, Amity, who gave her a coy yet confident smirk.

“You know I’m not a gambling girl, Luz; however, Bull does some advantages. His size, strength and even his weapon are deciding factors. Plus, I’ve seen what that bludgeoning weapon can do to armor.” Amity said as she playfully ruffled Luz’s hair causing the girl to chuckle.

“Hey, Luz! I’m glad to see that you and Pua are all right. And who’s the girl?” Cavin asked as he walked towards her and Amity.

“Oh, lo siento, Cavin. This is my Sweet Potato, my Cotton Candy Haired Goddess, my--.” Luz said before Amity twirled her left hand and magically squeezed Luz’s lips closed.

“Allow me, Batata.” Amity said with a confident smile before she kissed Luz’s cheek, causing the girl to blush brightly as Cavin smiled warmly at the sight.

“I’m Amity of House Blight, formerly of the Boiling Isles within the Tevinter Imperium, not too far away from the capitol of Minrathous.” Amity introduced herself to the young man. “And you must be Cavin of Sparrowhawk Farm, right?”

“That’s me, so are you and Luz a couple by any chance?” Cavin asked curiously which impressed the young witch, something that was not an easy task.

“Not only incredibly handsome, but smart by Aslan.” Amity said to Luz on the side before she snapped her fingers, and the tan-skinned witch let out a few gagging breaths much to Amity’s amusement as she shook her head.

“Amity, I wish you wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t even breathe!” Luz said as her voice sounded raspy.

“Sorry, Luz, but knowing you I had to take some necessary precautions.” Amity said to Luz before she turned her attention to Cavin with a sly smirk.

“So, the answer to your question Cavin is yes. Luz and I have been together for four wonderful years and, aside from a few misadventures, hiccups and personal tragedies, I don’t regret falling in love with her when I did even if we didn’t get off to a great start in the beginning.” Amity answered before she spoke to Ryan. “Isn’t that right, Sir Ryan?”

“That is indeed true, Amity, and for four years, you, Luz and your family have been more than guests in my castle and town. If it weren’t for your father’s innovations and your attention to detail, we would never have been able to implement the technology from your home to light up Dyflin’s streets or even use your ‘abominations’ as inspiration to recreate the great Dwarfen Golems.” Ryan stated with confidence before he frowned a bit. “If only Ed and Em wouldn’t use me or Hilde so much as a victim of their pranks.”

“Ed and Em?” Cavin asked in confusion as Amity sighed.

“He’s referring to my idiot older twin siblings, Edric and Emira, who still haven’t grown out of that prankster phase of theirs. They mean well but they can’t keep pranking people forever.” Amity explained restraining her own frustrations.

“That and I’m not entirely fond of Emira flirting with me. Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered that she takes an interest in me, and she is rather beautiful, I just don’t think that it’s appropriate for her to flirt with me the way she does. I just don’t want to hurt her feelings is all.” Ryan said in a sincere voice.

“I am less than fond of Edric and Emira tampering with my things, items that reflect my Wakandan heritage, my mother’s belongings. Ndinqwenela ukuba abo babini bafunde ukuhlonela izinto zabanye abantu!” Hilde spoke in Wakandan, frustrated beyond belief.

“Ndiyazi, Hilde. Abanye abantu kufuneka bafunde kabuhlungu ukuba izenzo zabo zinemiphumo.” Ryan said in Wakandan, comforting her.

“Not that I mean to change the subject, but who’s fighting in the arena?” Cavin asked as he watched the fight unfold as Ryan gave a small nod.

“The big guy with the horns and the kanabo is Iron Bull, or Bull as we call him. He’s a Qunari, those horned giants from Par Vollen a jungle nation close to Skyrim. Well at least he used to consider himself a Qunari, now he’s a Tal-Vashoth outcast working with us. The other man wielding that sword is my old friend and Knight-Captain, Markus de Mandelot, formerly known as Markus Kruber.” Ryan said.

“I wonder they’re fighting about this time around?” Hilde asked before Assan flew down and squawked a bit, which Spike quickly took note of.

“I think that Assan says that Bull and Markus are fighting over who won in a game of Wicked Grace.” Spike interpreted as Ryan sighed in sheer annoyance.

“All this over a card game? Seriously these two need to curve their gambling.” Ryan said before five more figures appeared behind him.

“Knowing Kruber and the Qunari, Laird MacHuffan, they will fight until one of them backs down or until the Qunari dents Kruber’s armor…again.”, said the first of the five figures, who happened to be a balding middle-aged man with light skin and a clean-shaven grim-ridden face, clad in heavy black gold laced armor and carrying a huge golden hammer in his hands, along with a huge book chained to his side.

Most notable about this man was, like Bull, he was missing an eye, too. However, it was his right eye that was clouded in milk white, leaving his left dark eye intact.

“¡Ah, cállate, Víctor! You don’t know if Markus will lose or not. It could go either way.” Luz snapped at the one-eyed man who merely frowned at her.

“Miss Noceda, I shall have you know that as a Priest of Sigmar, I do not tolerate being insulted.”, said the one-eyed man, Victor as he was called.

“Sigmar this, Sigmar that. You need to get it through your head, Saltzpyre, that Aslan is superior to your Sigmar any day.” Amity defended Luz, which further annoyed the man.

“Oh sure, argue about deities why don’t you, you glaikit mayflies!”, said the second figure who happened to be female with a light green veil over her nose and lips. Her ears were pointed, but she didn’t seem human.

Her hair matched the color of straw, her skin was as light as the silvery moon, her eyes which were once a light shade of green were now rendered pitch black all over due to a terrible curse, her clothing consisted of light green robes, leather armor that resembled oaken tree bark and straps that wrapped around her bare feet.

On her back was an oaken quiver with green feathered arrows, a longbow of the finest make and at her belt were two short swords made from high quality steel and magical elements. Her name was Kerillian, a Wood-Elf or Asrai from Athel Loren, formerly a Waystalker or guardian of the Wood-Elf realm. Now she was part of Ryan’s crew.

“Ah, but we can’t always fault people for believing in different gods, Wutelgi. After all, you worship Isha and Lileath whilst I worship Grimnir and Grungni. Still, I can’t understand how Umgi can worship a lion or even a panther.”, said a gruff voice belonging to who looked like a Dwarf or Dawi as they called themselves.

This Dwarf had a dark brown beard laced with golden jewelry at the end of each braid, a bald head, hazel eyes and clad from head to toe in heavy Gromril armor and a helmet and mask that resembled a long Dwarf beard.

To Cavin this Dwarf seemed to be an Ironbreaker, one of the elite warriors of the Dwarfen people. In his hand he carried the weapon that every race in Veridan associated the Dwarfs with, a double-headed great-axe.

For the Dwarfs valued weapons that served as tools of their trade; axes for chopping wood, hammers for building and pickaxes for mining. In the past they were not entirely fond of making weapons that had no purpose other than for warfare, but in the changing times, pragmatism forced them to make swords, halberds and even bows of the strongest kind, beautiful or not.

This Dwarf was named Bardin Goreksson, a rather joyful and pleasant Dwarf compared to his kin who were notorious for being grim, secretive, stubborn and holding onto grudges.

Furthermore, Bardin and Kerillian’s friendship with each other, if one might call it a friendship, was considered an oddity as the Dwarfs and Elves famously did not get along with one another due to a terrible war between the two races. Yet under Ryan’s friendship and comradery, old feuds and petty differences did not exist for they all had a common enemy, and a common enemy could turn even the most bitter of foes into friends.

“Ah yes, but what better way to bring people together than a nice little conflict? And they say we Tevinters don’t enjoy a bit of gladiatorial games.”, said the fourth figure who was male, had dark tan skin, high cheek bones and a hooked nose with a lean build.

His hair was as black as a raven’s plumage and had a black well-maintained mustache followed by a small goatee, and his eyes were as grey as steel. His clothing was among the finest and elaborate robes befitting a Tevinter mage, which turned out to be a white robe with a leather wrapped gauntlet on his right arm, in which he carried an ebony staff with a glowing blue crystal.

“Who are you?” Cavin asked the stranger who turned to him and gave a slight bow.

“Dorian of House Pavus, formerly of Minrathous and former pupil of Professor Volkarin, at your service.”, the man, Dorian, introduced himself.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now, now, Dorian. No one really likes a showoff, even one as young as you are.”, said the fifth figure who turned out to a woman as old as Emmerich was.

Her skin was wrinkled with age, her eyes were as dark as night, her hair was short and glowing as if touched by fire, her clothing consisted of the fiery red robes of the Order of Bright Wizards, those whose magical talents specialized in pyromancy, including spiked leather bracers on her wrists and in her hand, she carried a sword that blazed with fire.

“Allow me to introduce myself, young man. Sienna Fuegonasus, Bright Wizard and Master of Pyromancy.” Sienna introduced herself and Cavin was amazed by the company that Ryan kept.

“Sir Ryan, I had no idea about how open-minded you are about magic in general, how open you are with other cultures.” Cavin said in an impressed tone of voice as Ryan smirked with some pride.

“I used to be wary of magic in general, for it can be as dangerous as it is unpredictable and yet, near the brink of death, it was magic that saved me. Emmerich’s magic saved me.” Ryan explained.

“I don’t know though what methods he used to bring me back from death’s grip, but I am forever grateful to Emmerich and his use of necromancy.” Ryan continued his story until he heard a scoff from Victor.

“For all that I know, you could be an unwitting pawn in the scheme of that accursed Lich, Laird MacHuffan. There is no telling what evil he serves, but it is never a good thing with magic-!” Victor said before Hilde brandished her spear and pointed at his throat.

“Qaphela ulwimi lwakho, uVictor Saltzpyre, ngaphandle kokuba unqwenela ukuphulukana neliso lakho eliseleyo!” Hilde threatened the pompous priest who held his hammer, ready to fight.

“I know not what you said, Daughter of Olav, but I’ll not tolerate you threatening a man blessed by Sigmar himself.” Victor said before Ryan raised his hands up.

“Hilde, this isn’t the time to antagonize Victor, even if he’s a conceited old prick.” Ryan stated, much to Victor’s disdain as he kept a stiff upper lip.

“Mock and humiliate me all you want, Laird MacHuffan, but I should remind you that I do not appreciate my methods being questioned. Magic is not something to be trusted with, and even those who practice it could be in league with the Dark Powers of Chaos. However, since we all share a common enemy, I am willing to tolerate your questionable approach to dealing with the threat of Ganondorf.” Victor stated with a blunt, if somehow courteous, tone of voice.

Ryan nodded and so did the others, it seemed that Victor despite his ruthless and questionable demeanor towards magic was on their side, if begrudgingly so. “Even I must admit that some part of my abilities have some magical quality to them, Laird MacHuffan. Just as Aslan’s power seems to flow through you.”

“Victor, it’s not just Aslan’s power that flows through me. I believe some of it must come from the Fade, but then again, I don’t honestly know.” Ryan said before Bull and Markus were on the ground with Markus aiming his sword at Bull’s chest.

“Now do you admit defeat, Bull?” Markus asked, dropping the Orlesian accent and sounding more Fereldan, like a simple commoner.

Bull simply chuckled heartily as Markus began to laugh along with him. “Yes, Markus. I admit defeat. I may not be the best when it comes to a game of Wicked Grace, but I am willing to admit that you’re a damn good fighter, Orlesian Knight or not.”

Then Markus held out his free hand and Bull was pulled up as Ryan clapped his hands. “Well done, Markus. That was an impressive fight. You did great too, Bull. Nothing like a bit of competition to hone your skills, huh?” Ryan said with a smirk.

“Why yes, Sir Ryan. Nothing like a bit of fighting to test your metal and your mettle.” Markus agreed as Bull nodded.

“Good to see that you’re showing appreciation for other peoples’ skills, Ry. It seems that Warden Blackwall’s teachings have made an impression on ya.” Bull said as Ryan nodded.

“Thanks, Bull. But as of right now, I have an important announcement. Cavin here is to join in the Wardens’ ranks. And we’re going to help train him.” Ryan said as he patted Cavin’s back.

“So, if I’m to learn from you, who are all of you?” Cavin asked as he looked at those he did not meet or get introduced to.

“I am Sir Markus de Mandelot, formerly Captain Markus Kruber of the Empire of the Anderfells. Knight Captain of Dyflin and a master of arms. Also, I am a Grail Paladin, a champion of the Lady of the Lake.” Markus introduced himself, before Bull stepped in.

“Name’s Iron Bull, but since Ry’s let you in on the fact that we’re good friends, you can just call me Bull. The horns are a big giveaway, I know. Along with the missing eye, though I suspect the real ‘one-eyed monster’ seems to be Victor.” Bull stated with a chuckle as Victor frowned yet again.

“Rather amusing, Qunari. Ahem. As he mentioned, I am Victor Saltzpyre; Priest of Sigmar, God Emperor of the Empire of the Anderfells, and former Witch Hunter.” Victor introduced him to Cavin who was concerned.

“It’s a pleasure.” Cavin said nervously and in a polite voice, feeling uneasy about being in the presence of such a man.

“Don’t mind Grimgi, Nordgi. Sure, he can be a might zealous in his perceived sense of justice, but rest assured, he knows owt about the good in most people unlike me.” Bardin said to Cavin reassuringly.

“Nordgi? What’s that?” Cavin asked in confusion.

“Oh, tis only a name that I’d give ye. I am Bardin, Bardin son of Gorek of Karak Zorn, at yer service.” Bardin said as he placed his hand to Cavin’s face, much to his confusion.

“Don’t Umgi normally shake hands with those whom they’ve met?” Bardin asked before Cavin realized that was what he wanted and firmly shook the Dwarf’s hand.

“So ye do have a good handshake, Nordgi. I like that.” Bardin said with a grin before Kerillian cleared her throat as Cavin turned his attention towards the mysterious Asrai woman.

“Normally I don’t make the pleasure of telling mayflies my name, but since you’re Sir Ryan’s newest recruit, I shall let you in on who I am. Kerillian, formerly of Athel Loren, and now stuck with Ryan and his glaikit cause to fight Ganondorf, of my own free will that is.” Kerillian stated in an aloof tone of voice that sounded patronizing.

“And unlike Bardin here, I don’t shake hands with mayflies. I never have and I never will.” Kerillian added in as Cavin felt dejected. For a long time, he wished to meet one of the Asrai and yet she wasn’t all that keen on shaking hands with him.

“Don’t mind Kerri, Cav. She’s like this with everyone that she meets.” Ryan reassured Cavin, trying to make the young man not feel bad as Kerillian narrowed her pitch-black eyes at him.

“Ryan, we’ve been through this before and I’m not keen on repeating myself. My name is Kerillian. Not ‘Rill’. Not ‘Kerri’. Kerillian, and next time ya call me that nickname, ye can say mar sin leat…that’s farewell…to your bawbag.” Kerillian said as she notched an arrow to her bow and aimed it at Ryan’s groin, causing the older human male to gulp in concern.

“And I promise you, I will not miss.” She said ready to shoot before Hilde raised her spear, ready to throw it at the haughty Asrai.

“You shoot him you’ll have me to answer to, Kerillian, and you might consider our offer of allegiance with the Wood-Elves terminated.” Hilde said before Bardin raised his hands up.

“Now, now, now. I’m certain there’s plenty of time to settle a grudge or two, but this isn’t one of those times. We have a common enemy in Ganondorf, remember? So long as he and his ilk live, we share a common grudge against him and until that grudge is settled, we shouldn’t be fighting amongst ourselves or we’ll not accomplish owt about it now, shall we?” Bardin asked as the two ladies realized that Bardin was making sense, causing them to lower their respective weapons.

“He’s right. We can scarcely afford to fight each other when we’ve a greater enemy in Ganondorf.” Kerillian said as she placed her arrow back into her quiver.

“Don’t think that this changes things between us, Asrai. No one threatens Ryan’s manhood except for me.” Hilde stated to the Wood-Elf Waystalker who nodded her head in acknowledgement though Ryan smirked widely at Bardin’s quick thinking.

“Thanks for stepping in, Bardin.” Ryan said with an appreciative tone in his voice as the Dwarf gave a cheerful smile.

“Aye, you’re most welcome, Dawongi.” Bardin said before he turned to Cavin who was confused.

“Dawongi. Doesn’t that mean Dwarf-friend?” Cavin asked as Bardin nodded.

“Aye, it’s also a word that my kin use to describe the Grey Wardens whom we consider our greatest friends aside from the Men of the Anderfells. So great is our friendship with the Grey Wardens that we allow those Dawi whose honor has been stained to join their ranks in addition to the Slayer Oath. Most of my kin are not entirely keen on the idea of making friends with Elgi, meaning Elves. Old grudges, I’m afraid.” Bardin explained as Cavin nodded.

“I read all about that horrible war and it was all due to a misunderstanding between the two peoples. A caravan attack which led to a Dwarf emissary being humiliated by having his beard shaved off on the Phoenix King’s orders; a war that should never have come to pass yet still lingers on the minds of both races.” Cavin stated as Bardin sighed.

“Only recently did Ryan and some of his Wardens discover an inkling of the truth; it was a war set up by the treacherous Druchii or Dark-Elves and their Witch-King, Malekith, to sunder our alliance and weaken the power of our empires in an attempt to steal the Phoenix Throne of Ulthuan for themselves.” Bardin said with regret in his voice.

“Have you tried to re-establish your old friendship, Bardin?” Cavin asked as the Dwarf sighed.

“Tis not easy, Nordgi. We Dawi are a stubborn bunch, and we are notorious for holding onto grudges that have long since been settled, while the Elgi can be haughty and arrogant as you might have noticed with the Wutelgi. I’ve no quarrel with Kerillian, but she can be unpredictable on some days.” Bardin answered.

“Yes, she can be, Cavin. The fact that my team is comprised of different nationalities, same with the Grey Wardens, makes us somewhat unusual. Luz and Sienna are from Rivain, a tropical area steeped with exotic deities and creatures. Amity and Dorian are originally from the Tevinter Imperium where magic and technology intertwine. Bull is from Par Vollen, Markus has mixed Anderfell-Orlesian blood, Victor’s from the Anderfells, Bardin’s from Karak Zorn, Kerillian’s from Athel Loren, Emmerich’s from Nevarra, Hilde’s got a mixture of Nordic and Wakandan blood and I’m a native Fereldan.” Ryan stated before Assan chirped and nuzzled him.

“And of course there’s Assan, who seems to be one of the last Griffons in all Veridan.” Cavin said as Ryan nodded before Kerillian cleared her throat.

“Aye that he is. Though the truth is Assan, and his brothers and sisters, are among the only Griffons left who are not native to my Asur kinsmen’s homeland of Ulthuan. They may as well be hatchlings now, but given time, they’ll become big enough to carry a Grey Warden upon their backs as aerial cavalry.” Kerillian stated.

“Do you have a Griffon that isn’t a baby, Ryan?” Cavin asked before a huge shadow flew over them and Ryan grinned as in swooped a huge Griffon who unlike the rest of his kind had the hind legs and tail of a tiger.

Everyone kept their distance at this majestic beast except for Assan who chirped and leapt at the behemoth, which surprised and concerned Cavin who wondered what the other Griffon might do to the hatchling.

Instead of attacking or ripping Assan to shreds as was considered typical Griffon behavior if a hatchling was not its own offspring, the giant creature nuzzled the baby.

“Good boy, Deathclaw.” Ryan said in an impressed tone of voice as he grabbed a goat’s leg and tossed it at the bigger Griffon who caught it and began to eat it.

“Deathclaw? Wasn’t he the Griffon that the late Emperor Karl Franz once rode?” Cavin asked in surprise as the Griffon continued to rip at the goat’s leg.

“Yes. He was and he’s still rather anxious around strangers. Ever since the Emperor’s untimely death at the hands of Ganondorf himself, Deathclaw is not all that eager to have anyone else ride him. However, he has grown attached to the hatchlings here, as if they were all part of a pride and they were his offspring.” Victor stated.

“Hopefully we can convince Phoenix King Finubar to lend us one of his remaining female Griffons to create more Griffons so that we can save the Veridan species’ population. Considering that the High-Elves of Ulthuan are not known for welcoming outsiders however, it might be a while before that request is granted.” Amity said before Ryan spoke up.

“Okay, gang, enough of the chatter. It’s time we trained Cavin how to fight and how to defend himself. Being a Grey Warden means more than fighting Darkspawn or even the servants of Ganondorf. Cavin must learn to endure the worst that the elements and this training can give him, which means for his own good and even for the good of Veridan, we must prepare him for the worst.” Ryan said with a confident smirk as Cavin gulped with a concerned look plastered on his face.

A few moments later, Cavin was holding a quarterstaff in his hands as he struggled to block and parry blows from Hilde, who was also carrying a quarterstaff in her hands. He had never expected to learn how to use different weapons, but this was what it meant to be a warrior or even a Grey Warden.

He swung his staff upwards, but a quick block from Hilde followed by a low swipe knocked him down off his feet as he felt the sand coat his clothing. He had not expected this kind of training to be brutal, yet he saw Hilde reach out her hand.

“There’s no shame in losing the first time, Cavin. However, you must never overextend your reach or get too overconfident. You must be fast on your feet and stay focused on your opponent’s every move.” Hilde said as Cavin grabbed her hand and got up, ready to try again.

Oh, the power to be strong and the wisdom to be wise

All these things will come to you in time

Later Cavin was running on a racetrack and barely dodging fireballs from Luz and Amity’s staves, and his heart pounded faster than a relentless Orc war-drum before he eventually got hit on the seat of his pants, causing him to cry out in pain as he ran to find a water bucket.

On this journey that you’re making

There’ll be answers that you seek

And it’s you who’ll climb the mountain

It’s you who’ll reach the peak

After being patched up by Emmerich and Manfred, Cavin was outside the courtyard with Kerillian who was testing his speed and agility by having him ride on horseback and shooting arrow after arrow upon posted targets.

However, since Cavin had never ridden on a horse or fired a bow from a horse until now, this feat would be difficult. So, he urged the horse on, but he struggled to aim his bow at the targets which in turn caused him to miss all but one of the posted targets and fell off his mount, causing him to land in the dirt.

Then Kerillian walked towards him and shook her head. “Not good, but not bad for a beginner. Ye managed to hit just one of the targets, mayfly, but ye must practice more if ye wish tae truly become part of Ryan’s Wardens.” Kerillian said before she held her hand to him, and he took it.

This training was intense, but Cavin had to push himself even if it hurt him. There was no turning back for him in this endeavor and he was committed to see this through.

Son of man, look to the sky

Lift your spirit, set it free

Someday you’ll walk tall with pride

Son of man, a man in time you’ll be!

Next up, Cavin was holding up a practice axe and a shield in his hands as Bardin held aloft his own axe which was bigger in size than Cavin’s own weapon and understandably, the Nordic young man was nervous. Size advantage or not, Cavin knew that Dwarfs were exceedingly strong fighters and that their weaponry was impeccable.

Bardin swung his axe at Cavin, forcing the young man to dodge at least three times before Ryan called out, “Stop! Stop, stop!”

Then he turned to Cavin, “Cav, you can’t let your opponent control the fight. You must fight back, but don’t allow fear to control you either.”

“Yeah, but Bardin has an even bigger and stronger weapon than my own. How am I supposed to combat that?” Cavin asked as he panted heavily, his body completely drenched with sweat and sand.

Ryan then gestured him to come closer and as Cavin did so, the older man whispered in his ear. “If you find yourself at a disadvantage, use your opponent’s strength against them. Also, if you have a shield use it both defensively and offensively. When Bardin strikes, use your shield to deflect his blows and knock him off balance before using your own axe against him. Got it?”

Then Cavin nodded as he decided to take Ryan’s advice into account before he went back to face Bardin who readied his axe in preparation.

Though there’s no one there to guide you

No one to take your hand

But with faith and understanding

You will journey from boy to man!

“Shall we start again, Nordgi?” Bardin asked as Cavin readied his shield as the Dwarf gave a small smirk before he cried out. “Khazukan Kazakit-ha!”

Cavin then readied for Bardin to strike as he drew back his shield-arm and when the Dwarf swung his axe, the young Nord raised up his shield and blocked the blow before turning the great axe aside and aiming his own axe at Bardin’s face, causing the Dwarf to laugh in amusement.

“Not bad, Nordgi. You’re learning fast and it seems that Ryan taught ye something after all.” Bardin said as he dropped his axe and shook Cavin’s hand, after he also put down his own axe.

Later, Cavin was in full plate armor and on horseback, carrying a lance and being led by Markus who was determined to teach the young Nord the importance of the joust, which was considered by his Orlesian background as the finest skill that a Knight or Chevalier could possess, besides the blessing of the Lady of the Lake and the Grail.

“Are you sure that I should be doing this, Markus? Even if I am not of proper noble birth?” Cavin asked, out of breath and struggling to hold up his lance.

“Well, you wish to prove yourself as a Warden don’t you, Cavin? Jousting is a sport that any knight should know, noble blood or not. Just keep a tight grip on the lance, loosen the saddle, knees in tight…weight forward and stay on the target.” Markus instructed as Cavin urged the horse he was on forward.

“And whatever you do, don’t stop!” Markus cried out as Cavin held tight onto the lance and struck the target behind him, only for the weight to come around and knock him off the horse.

He still wasn’t used to riding a horse and it seemed clear to him that these horses did not take a liking to him at all. Markus rode towards the fallen Cavin and lifted the visor of his helmet saying, “No worries, Cavin. Nobody does it right the first time, but that was a decent hit. Keep practicing and you’ll get better eventually, lad.”

Hearing those words made Cavin realize that even if he fell or was beaten the first time, it was up to him and him alone to get back up and try once again.

Son of Man, look to the sky

Lift your spirit, set it free

Someday you’ll walk tall with pride

Son of Man, a man in time you’ll be!

Later, Cavin was armed with a shield and spear as Sienna emitted fire from her hand, forcing him to block with his shield despite the extreme heat and the searing pain that burned his left hand until Sienna pulled back her hand and the flames died down. Amazingly so, the shield was left intact if not scalding hot.

“Impressive work, young man. Most would have cried and called it quits, but you seem to be handling the heat better than most new recruits.” Sienna told him with a hint of praise before Dorian gave a slight ‘tsk, tsk, tsk’, while shaking his pointer finger.

“Come now, Sienna. You heard what Ryan said, we must prepare him for the worst. Besides, have you ever heard of the term ‘cold steel’?” Dorian asked with a sly smirk as he raised his staff and let out a torrent of frost at Cavin, causing him to block with his shield only for it to turn cold and start to shatter, knocking him back towards the courtyard wall.

“Don’t just rely on your shield for defense against magic, Cavin. Deflect it, don’t treat your armor or shield like a turtle’s shell. You can’t hide behind it forever.” Dorian advised before he felt something pinch his ass, causing him to gasp in surprise as he noticed Bull behind him.

“Ah, Dorian. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you can’t rely on magic for everything?” Bull said with a playful smirk as Dorian cleared his throat.

“Bull, not in public and especially not in front of the recruits.” Dorian stated before Cavin got up and gave a small chuckle.

“So Dorian, are you and Bull together?” He asked curiously, wondering if the two were extremely close as lovers as Dorian gave a small smile.

“Guilty as charged, Master Cavin. Though our relationship is frowned upon not because I prefer the company of men mind you but because our respective peoples, the Tevinter Imperium and the Qunari, have been at war for centuries.” Dorian explained while Bull chortled.

“As for me Cav, I like the company of almost anybody even if I prefer redheads.” Bull said before he gave a sigh. “Ah, redheads.”

“What of you, Cavin my boy? Have you a preference?” Sienna asked as Cavin blushed a bright red. Normally he wasn’t used to telling anyone about his supposed dream girl and this was probably not a good time to talk about her.

“All right, everyone. What’s going on? And Cavin, why are you blushing?” Ryan asked as he came down from his chambers, sword drawn and ready to train him. “I’d rather not say, Sir Ryan.” Cavin answered before Ryan frowned, raising his sword and not impressed with dodging questions.

“Bull, Dorian, Sienna, I don’t know what you three were hoping to accomplish but I brought Cavin here hoping to train him as a potential Warden, not to question him about what he wishes to keep private.” Ryan scolded his compatriots.

“Sorry, Ry. We were just making conversation.” Bull apologized while Dorian sighed.

“Why so serious, Laird Ryan? You know we only wished to get to know the boy better.” Dorian stated.

“I understand that, Dorian. I really do, but Cavin here needs to focus. If he wishes to defeat Ganondorf and combat the power that he wields, he needs to have the deepest commitment and a serious mind. Nobody is perfect I’m aware of that, but we are running out of time and there aren’t as many Grey Wardens left in Veridan; especially since some of our secrets have been spilled by those who’ve failed in the initial training.” Ryan stated much to Cavin’s shock.

“What do you mean by that, Sir Ryan?” Cavin asked in concern before Sienna spoke up.

“Ryan means that the Grey Wardens pay a heavy price to combat the Blight and the Dark Powers and to become what they are.” Sienna explained.

“Thank you, Sienna. And fate, fickle as she can be, may decree that you pay that price now rather than later. The question is are you ready to pay that price, Cavin? Because once you become a Grey Warden, there is no turning back.” Ryan said as Cavin sighed and spoke up.

“I always wanted to become a hero, a champion, someone whom the people of Veridan could see as an inspiration, but that wasn’t why I sought you out, Sir Ryan. I wanted to keep Pua safe out of an obligation, a promise that I made to Ged before I left Sparrowhawk Farm. I don’t even know if I’m cut out to be a Grey Warden.” Cavin stated before Ryan sighed.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but if you do wish to become a hero to the people of Veridan then trust me on this Cavin, you need to push through and commit to this training. You must, because pragmatic fighting will not always save you and you must know what you’re doing.” Ryan said before he went to the weapon stack and gave Cavin a sword.

Then the older warrior swung his blade down only for Cavin to block his weapon quickly, but Ryan sidestepped and held his sword at his neck. “Don’t always block your enemy’s weapon, Cavin, and never use the same tactic twice. You must surprise them, catch them off guard. Your skill with a bow is impressive, but it’s riding and actual weapons training that you need to improve upon.”

In learning you will teach

And in teaching you will learn

You’ll find your place besides the ones you love

Days later, Cavin was getting better at the training that he endured. His reflexes had improved, and he was wielding his weapons with confidence. He was now training with Bull and Victor, armed with their respective weapons, while Cavin was now holding a mace and shield.

“Remember what you learned from Hilde’s stick fighting that she taught you, Cav! If your enemy attacks high, use a sweeping low attack to catch them off guard!” Luz called out to him.

“Or if that fails, Cav, kick ‘em in the nether lands.” Spike suggested as Cavin smirked knowing what he had to do.

“Nothing personal, young man, but Laird MacHuffan strictly stated that I must train you to the breaking point.” Victor stated as he readied his trusty hammer, ready to bash Cavin if needs demanded so.

“Ryan’s just challenging you to be the best that you can be, Cav. Like Vick said, it’s not personal. We’re just doing our best to help you out.” Bull said before Victor cleared his throat.

“You’re not helping much, Qunari.” He stated before both warriors prepared to fight Cavin as they each charged in at him. Victor swung his hammer down at Cavin, who dodged the attack and used the handle butt of his mace to push him aside. While Bull brought down his kanabo on Cavin’s shield, which got dented upon impact and hurt his arm in the process. Yet he had learned to ignore the pain and using the shield he tossed the stronger kanabo aside before swinging the mace to knock Bull onto his own ass and causing the Qunari to crash into Victor.

This genuinely impressed the rest of Ryan’s team, even Ryan himself was impressed.

Oh, and all the things you dreamed of

The visions that you saw

Well, the time is drawing near now

It's yours to claim it all

Then a day later as it rained outside the castle walls, Ryan decided to talk to Cavin about something important. The young Nord wondered as to what Ryan might tell him.

“Cav, I know I have been pushing you past what seems to be your comfort zone. You must understand however that this isn’t an attempt to kill you intentionally. Not every recruit within the Grey Warden ranks survives the initial training, and I know because I almost did die twice. So far, you’ve managed to pull through despite the pain and defeats which means you do have what it takes. However, there is no shame in quitting so if you feel like backing out now, this is perhaps the best time to do so. I won’t hold it against you.” Ryan said before Cavin gave him a look of determination.

“I made a commitment, Ryan. A promise and if I back out from it now, what does it say about me? That I have no honor, that my word means nothing. I can’t quit, not when I’ve come this far.” Cavin said as Ryan nodded approvingly.

“That’s the spirit and that is exactly what I hoped to hear. You got conviction, but I need to ask; what’s your motivation?” Ryan asked, hoping that Cavin might tell him something that was worth fighting for and enduring such hardship for.

“Other than the promise I made to Ged about keeping Pua safe from Ganondorf, there’s two other reasons. For the longest time, there’s been a girl on my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about her.” Cavin said as Ryan gave an approving grin.

“Ah yes. Fighting for love. In all my thirty-five years of life, I’ve seen countless battles and wars fought throughout Veridan. Some of which I took part in, Cav. Fighting for land, power, wealth or even glory, yet I suppose that fighting for love makes more sense than the rest. Tell me, who is she?” Ryan asked curiously.

“I’ve never met her in person, but I can tell you what she looks like in my mind. Long golden hair tied into braids, fair skin, the most beautiful shade of green that matches the sea and her lips are as red as a rose. And yet, in my dreams she always seems so sad, so desperate to yearn for freedom.” Cavin explained as Ryan gave a look of recognition.

“I knew a girl who fit that description once. She would be about your age now, if only she hadn’t been captured and killed by Ganondorf’s minions. Her name was Calla, Princess Calla, only daughter of King Gregor of Dunwyn. Though you say you’ve dreamt about her, Cav? Could it be possible that she’s still alive?” Ryan asked in a tone that showed a sense of hope with a hint of regret.

“I hope so, but why do you act as if what happened to her was your fault, Ryan?” Cavin asked, noticing the bitterness in his eyes.

“Working in the kingdom of Dunwyn was my first assignment as a promising Knight and my most important task was serving as Calla’s bodyguard. At first, I wasn’t too happy with the idea of babysitting royalty since I didn’t know her that well, but when I discovered how she had a passion for being a Knight and doing great deeds, behind her father’s back I began to train her to defend herself.” Ryan explained with a bittersweet tone as he thought back to his old life.

“I can only imagine that her father wasn’t too happy about that.” Cavin said as Ryan nodded.

“Oh yes, you’re right about that. But Cav, the day he found out about what she and I were doing was the day that Ganondorf attacked and destroyed Dunwyn.” Ryan said as he breathed a deep, heavy sigh.

“You don’t want to talk about it, do you?” Cavin asked as Ryan shook his head.

“I will tell you this though, it was chaos. I can still hear the screams of my fellows as they were butchered, the desperate cries of the women and children as Ganondorf’s minions cut them down, the roaring flames of Bryagh’s fire-breath as it spread through the town, and I can still hear Calla’s voice as she cried out for help.” Ryan said before he glowered. “And I can still see that banner waving within my dreams, those monstrous Dragons over a burning, bloody eye--.”

“You saw it? You saw the Dragon banner, too?” Cavin asked in shock as Ryan stopped his story, wondering where Cavin was going with this revelation.

“So, is that the other reason why you want to become a hero? To seek Ganondorf out and kill him?” Ryan asked.

“I want justice for my people, Ryan. I want to stop him from finding the Blight Cauldron and using it to destroy any more innocent lives. But I do want to see him suffer for robbing me of the chance for a normal life.” Cavin stated.

“I understand where you’re coming from, Cavin. Many people in Veridan want retribution on Ganondorf for his crimes, but I must ask; what price are you willing to pay for vengeance, Cav? It won’t bring back your parents, nor will it heal the wounds that Ganondorf has inflicted upon Veridan. Ganondorf must be stopped but killing him should only be if there are no other options.” Ryan said.

“I understand, Sir Ryan. However, I wish to complete my training.” Cavin said seriously as Ryan gave an approving smile. “All right then. Let’s get this over with.”

Son of Man look to the sky

Lift your spirit, set it free

Someday you’ll walk tall with pride

Son of Man, a man in time you’ll be

As days passed, Cavin finally improved on his riding skills, and he was now hitting targets from horseback without a problem either from a lance or from a bow. His agility had enhanced, and he was becoming confident in the way he held his weapons.

Then came the final test, a duel with Ryan who was ready to see what Cavin was truly made of as the older man brandished his sword. His weapon glowing with a bright blue hue as he held it in both hands.

Cavin was holding the sword he found in the barrow, ready for test his mettle and metal against the leader of the remaining Grey Wardens in Veridan. Ryan raised his arms up with a loud yell.

“Wardens of Veridan, today will be Cavin’s test to see if he’s got what it takes to become one of us. If he defeats me in single combat, then he’ll be ready for the Joining ceremony.” Ryan called out with pride.

Cavin readied his sword as Ryan roared with a charge and the younger warrior dodged the blow of his opponent’s sword before swinging his own sword and their blades clashed.

Remembering everything that Ryan and the others had taught him, Cavin pushed the older man back and pressed the attack, never once giving Ryan a chance to make his own moves as he blocked and parried each blow until Cavin nicked his blade from his hand and landed into Cavin’s own hand which made Ryan grin.

“Excellent form, Cav. You’ve got what it takes.” Ryan said as he patted Cavin’s shoulder with a laugh.

Son of Man

Son of Man’s a man for all to see!

Everyone gathered at the courtyard, ready to see Cavin finally advance to becoming a Grey Warden. It was a secret ritual known to the Wardens as the Joining.

In the center of the courtyard was a table with vials of Darkspawn blood, fresh rare herbs, a batch of ground up Lyrium and a small vial of Archdemon blood complete with a silver chalice that resembled the chalice in the Grey Wardens’ banner.

“Join us, brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten. And that one day we shall join you.” Ryan said as he prepared the mixture for Cavin to drink.

“Cavin of Sparrowhawk Farm, step forward.” Cavin gulped as he walked towards the table, and he was unsure of what to make of this.

“From this moment on, Cavin, you are a Grey Warden.” Ryan said as he handed the chalice to him.

“So, all I have to do is drink from this chalice?” Cavin asked as Ryan nodded, before he sighed and prepared to drink.

“If you survive the corruption of the Taint, you’ve proven yourself and will become a Grey Warden officially.” Ryan stated as Cavin began to drink down the contents of the chalice.

Yet drinking Darkspawn blood was not for the faint-hearted as Cavin felt his throat tighten and burn like a raging wildfire. His muscles ceased to move as he continued to swallow the concoction, and he started to cough violently.

Then he felt himself collapse as Ryan and the others began to check on him, before they noticed that his eyes began to turn from dark brown to milky white and visions began to fill his head, including a golden yellow lamp, a mighty sword and a monstrous Dragon with huge wings that seemed to block out the sun.

“Cavin, say something please!” Luz called out before Cavin’s eyes turned to normal and he started to breathe heavily.

“I’m all right. I’m all right.” Cavin said as he took a moment to catch his breath before Hilde presented him with a set of Grey Warden armor.

“You have earned it, Cavin.” Hilde said with a respectful nod as Cavin held the armor and gave a sigh of gratitude, because now his dream of becoming a Grey Warden, a hero even, was coming true.

“In spite of the odds stacked against him, Cavin achieved his lifelong goal. Now he was considered part of the Grey Warden family, but his training and perseverance were only the beginning. After all, success can test one’s mettle as surely as the most dangerous adversary.”