"Dragon Century: Origins," the official prequel novel translation Preview March 3, 2009 publication. Analysis: DAVID GAIDER (Dragon Age: Origins writer)
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Rebel and beloved Queen was killed, his son Maric embarked on a vengeance, pledged to make his mother died young and those perfidious monarchs who pay the price. Ferelden in his family under the rule of a prosperous future, and now the invasion of Orlesian been brutal repression. His people live in fear, no one trusted.
Maric soon became an anti-rebel leader, a tyrant in the alien fighting desperately to regain Ferelden. His side only two true allies, arrogant soldiers outlaws Loghain and beautiful girl Rowan, Maric and his trusted friends to root out spies and traitors, in order to regain the throne stolen.
"Maric quietly standing there, listening the sound coming from the direction. Find out after he started walking toward the other direction. He limped towards the two steps far from flexible. Leg was bruised, and sometimes cramps may also broke a few bones, but he no longer go to hell. leaning on a tree, his efforts went to the dark ... ...
They have to pay the price for their actions. If, as king he could only do one thing, he wanted them to blood for blood. "
Chapter 4 before the translation, not polish, is limited, forgive me
He started running.
Mothers dying words awakened his escape ideas. Maric shuffling Cuanxiang glade next to the trees, his heart is still brutal murder of his mother, ripping the screen. Scratched cheek scraping mantle despite pulling the branches, he rushed forward crazy.
Suddenly a pair of strong hands caught him in the back. His mother, who was put to death her a traitor? He thought the latter. Maric shouted, struggling to push back to, desperately want to get rid of him. His efforts, however, is that more branches blocking the man's attention. That put him back to the ground with both hands, he boots the bar tightly to the ground, in the twisted roots block obtained breathing space. Once again, Shi Jin pushed back an elbow hit a hard thing ... Gudong soon as, and then the painful cries of the Hao.
That hands relaxed, Maric immediately rushed to the bush. However, he pulled his cloak back again, something he lived long scratch leather. He struggled frantically twist, like a trapped beast, and finally torn cloak was hanging from a tree, he liberated. Maric big mouth breathing, like a dark fired an arrow, ran forward without looking back. This piece of ancient lush forests, canopy beams under the moonlight wearing only a weak shot infiltration. Difficult to distinguish the way the dark, dim light into a strange forest maze. Twisted like a tall oak tree was dark dense branches and vines surrounded by guards, reminding us of scenes dominate the world.
He did not know they have to go, eager to flee his aimless drive's mad rush. He kept tripping by the ground Neto, pop out of the trunk is dark bruises. Wet mud under his feet hardly stable, as if the earth ready to swallow him. He lost the direction of the woods, perhaps he was simply walking around in circles. Maric could hear shouting behind the woods, hot pursuit tightly, he could clearly hear the voice of fighting. Add jingling sword, it was down, was killed before the resounding cries - they are his mother's hands, while some of them more acquainted with his life.
Frantic mind raced Maric scenes kept flashing back. Now, just now, he stood among the open space to play that piece of cold chills, convinced that a secret meeting in their field come forward just a form. He did the whole process is not preparedness. Mother had told him earlier with the new support, armed resistance to the formation of real power. She said that she was hiding all these years rarely fight, and now these people are willing to persuade their Orlesian master, this opportunity is that she never expect before. His views on the secret will be no different, did not realize the dangers that may occur. His mother is a famous rebel queen; is aroused against the rise of her awake, she led the entire army. Battle belonged to her, not him. He had never witnessed his grandfather's throne, who do not understand Orlesian with his family prior to the invasion force. Throughout his 18 years of his life in the camps and remote castle against the tide, and during his years of always following the lead of the march, living under the care of the mother in every possible way. He did not know if life is not the case what would it be unthinkable for him.
Now, his mother died. Maric loss of balance slid into a wet leaf-covered slopes. He embarrassed the crash of the first heavy hit on a rock, screams soon as his vision began to blur.
In the distance, the pursuers came tumbling. He was heard.
Maric lying in the shadow of the moonlight, enabled this to his head. It is like on fire like, extremely severe pain. He swore from his folly. With rare luck that he had run into the wood so far, but now revealed his location. Fingertips with liquid flow through the blood, his hair began to stick together, follow the flow of his ears and neck - in the cold air was extremely hot.
A while he was shaking, Chun Chijian uttered a sob. He thought, perhaps, lay like this. Let them also to end his life right. They have killed his mother, usurper has promised rich reward is easily capture them. Who he is, he only led his mother a few people scattered in other bodies of slaughtered it. Then, quickly lost consciousness in the moment, the terrible reality to make his cold stiff body.
He was a king.
This of course is ridiculous. He? That guy all day long sigh frown? That the total yield of the boy to his mother? She told him so confident that he will grow up as a kind and good with her leader. But this never happened. You're welcome to say, he never seriously considered his mother lives. She detached invulnerability death. Her death is just a hypothesis, the proposition is unfounded.
Now she is gone, he is still the king? His own leadership of the rebel movement to it?
He could imagine when he succeeded the throne in the news reached the capital of the ears of the usurper, he will laughing. Better dead here, he thought. Just as they do the same to his mother, they had better use the sword pierced his chest, which is much better than become a laughing stock Ferelden. Maybe they can find his distant relatives to take over the Rebel flag. If not, then the best big Calenhad this end the king descent. On it to begin with the end of the rebel queen - not to her son, under the leadership of incompetence gradually eliminate end.
This thinking is enough to make people calm. Maric lay there, wet leaves and mud and even cold to his skin began to feel comfortable. Catch up and to the people's cries gradually approaching the level of clutter, but Maric shield almost all this out. He focused on listening to the breeze flying overhead swing of the leaves rustle to do ring. Tall trees stood around, staring like a huge shadow fell just do not point them at the foot of the small. He could smell the smell of sap. The forest guard will be the only witness to his death.
He lay there, thoughts crest of a splitting headache. Commitments under the guise of helping his mother fool here is Ferelden nobles, in order to retain their territories they kneel at the feet of people in Orlesian. They abandoned Zuxun, betray their Queen. If no one managed to escape out of here, to tell those who remain in the Alliance in the people what happened, they might never know the truth. They may be guessed, but there is no evidence, what can they do? Those traitors would never pay the price for their actions.
Maric sat up, his head a sharp pain. He was in pain, shivering, the body had been drenched to the extreme cold. Difficult to determine their own position, but he thought he had been away from the edge of the forest not far. Just now, he only fell a short distance ahead, chase him close, while greeting each other with the search side. But their voices became more and more weak. Maybe he should be left alone fixed? He is in a small depression which, if he stayed long enough they might miss him, give him enough time breathed. Maybe he should look back to open space in his mother's hands that have survived.
Suddenly the voice of broken branches came around, he immediately stopped. Maric in the dark, listening carefully, makes an instant heart palpitations in the past he has no one heard any sound. He was sure it was footsteps. He still did not move, the atmosphere is also not a breath ... then he heard the voice. The lighter, definitely some are close to him. Perhaps they see themselves, they could still see him?
Maric desperate search of. His is a concave to remote slopes downward away. Under the canopy is difficult to see the faint moonlight, the terrain. In that direction also some trees, root section, and thick bushes to prevent his escape in sight. He must stay in here ... or climb to.
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