Hello, my fellow Krem lovers! I know it has been four long years of hiatus, and I am deeply sorry. I only recently got the will to write again, being on some new meds, and currently having a lot of free time on my hands. In all seriousness, the Coronavirus affects us all, and we should all be careful and stay as safe and healthy as possible. I worry, and my heart goes out to all of you.
Also, I need your votes one more time. Who should be divine?
Stay safe and thank you,
Snow Tempest

Krem watched Adalyn leave Skyhold via the eluvian again from the open doorway. She took a small party with her: Solas, Morrigan, Cole, Varric, and Blackwall. All people she believed would be respectful of elvan culture.

Once she slipped away, he went up to see his father. He spent the rest of the day with him, and Maryden came up and played on her lute for them for a while. It was nice, to hold his old, worn hand, and to listen to the chords and smell the crystal grace in the garden below. It was almost as if they were at peacetime already. Like Coryphaeus were but a distant nightmare.

Yet there was the anxiety paralyzing him as he sat there, thinking of his love going to a remote location to pray to an elvan god who might not even exist or might be extremely volatile.

"We need all the soldiers we can muster!" Adalyn's voice cried from below in the garden, and Krem ran out of the room to see her from the balcony./p
"Someone, get Commander Cullen!"

A former templar took off in a hurry and sprinted through the door to the main hall.

Adalyn turned and looked up at him, her face was smudged with soot and spittle.
"We can't let him come here! We have to stop him in the north!" She shouted up to him.

He ducked his head back into his father's new room, "Take care of my father?" He asked Maryden. She nodded and he ran to his room with the Chargers to put on his armor. There was no way he was going to let Adalyn face Coryphaeus alone. Not again. He assumed that's what she meant by 'him'. What else could inspire such fear in her eyes?
He slipped into his greaves and tightened his breastplate quickly and changed his boots and ran out the door, passing some of the Chargers.
"Follow me!" He cried, and they did, confusedly, "Bring your weapons!"
A few doubled back to their bunks to grab them and continued following him to the gate of Skyhold. There, Skyhold's force had amassed. All the soldiers back from the Emerald Graves, the former Templars, and some former apostates and circle mages all stood as Adalyn was fervently giving an impromptu speech.

"He's coming from the north! Mythal is sending a dragon. Come on! For the Inquisition! For everyone at the Conclave! For everyone at Haven!"

A slightly confused cheer rang out and everyone followed behind her, Commander Cullen, and Solas out of the gates of Skyhold. Instead of continuing on the main road south, they turned north to circle around the base of Skyhold.

Krem skipped forward through the lines of soldiers and came close to Adalyn.

"Where are we going?"

"There is an old part of Skyhold, elvan. We will wait for Coryphaeus to come to attack Skyhold from the North and catch him as he flies over."

""And you, what happened to you? Are you alright?" He wiped away some slimy soot from her cheek.

She laughed mirthlessly, "We fought Mythal's dragon. There was a lot of fire and roaring in my face." She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.
"This didn't come in handy, too small." She drew out the Lockflint from her sash at her waist and almost cocked it, "Maybe I'll use this on Coryphaeus."
She tucked it back in and Krem caught her hand.

"Whatever happens, you will make it out of this."

She glanced a little bitterly up at him, "Did the Warden Hero of Fereldan? We're fighting a blighted dragon, for Maker's sake!"

He pulled her in around her shoulders and kissed her head.

"You will. You have to." He murmured into her hair.

They arrived at the northern extension of Skyhold after about twenty minutes. It was notably older than the main part of Skyhold. There were elvan archways gracefully marking the perimeter, mosaics on the floor, probably of the gods.
Commander Cullen ordered everyone to spread out, for archers to take the high ground, and for mages to ready their powers just in case, to create a barrier to stop the dragon from crossing to Skyhold.

A roar pierced the sky.

"Here he comes." Adalyn said grimly, gripping the hilts of both of her daggers.

"Cole stepped out of nowhere to her other side, "We're here with you."

"Thank you."

And the ground shook.

The Archdemon flew overhead, dark, blotting out the waning sunset light.

However, it collided with flying gold. Another dragon tore at it's throat and the two tangled in the air.

Parts of the stone crumbled away beneath Krem's feet. He stepped closer to Adalyn and kept her from falling as a piece they we o shot straight up into the sky.

He held onto her protectively and waited till they were suspended at a stable height. Then he plotted a course to get back down to the ground using the floating rocks. Krem felt terrified, but he had to stay calm. Strong. He couldn't panic.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and Adalyn nodded, holding his hand. They jumped and landed. And jumped and landed.
Above them the sound of a rift breaking busted above them, and they looked up and saw the rift open and gaping.

"Fffff…." Adalyn hissed, and her hand spasmed, she leaned heavily on Krem.

"We are so close to the ground, stay with me! Adalyn!" He swept her up in his arms and made the next jump. He landed roughly. It was harder with her in his arms. The ground was just a stone's throw away, too far to hop down.

He looked to his love in his arms and saw her gripping her left hand, pain making her face pale and sweaty, contorted, biting her lip.
He held her tighter and made the last jump.

He tripped.

He landed on my hands and knees, but Adalyn was thrown out of his arms and had landed on her side, rolling on her ribs.

She screamed and curled inwards.

Krem staggered upwards and rushed to her side, "I am so sorry! I-I thought I could make it!"

"Get me up!" She grunted and held up her right hand.

He pulled her up to her feet and she growled with pain, clutching her left arm to her ribs as her mark sparked uncontrollably.

"Let's get this bastard." She limped in a direction, "He's there." She pointed and unsheathed one of her knives and held it in her right hand.

Krem helped her limp over in that direction all the while thinking:

"This is suicide. I should be carrying her in the other direction, no matter how much she protests.

Cassandra came running over and lopped her arm under Adalyn's other side.

"Maker, what happened to you?"

"I fell." She hissed and winced, "Do you have a potion?"

"I do." She reached into her side pouch and uncorked a bottle, tipping it to Adalyn's mouth. After a few moments, Adalyn's tensed body relaxed a bit.

"Thank you, Cassandra. Now let's kill Coryphaeus."

She disengaged herself from Krem, still limping and lighting gripping her side, using only her right hand to use her dagger.

Krem followed behind and unsheathed his sword, unstrapping the shield from his back.

Varric appeared at their side and helped them put a few bolts in the darkspawn before they got into close-range.

Cole appeared to distract the dragon, flashing in and out of dark clouds of refracted light.

Before sinking her dagger into him, Adalyn held her left hand up and balled it into a fist, and Coryphaeus's whole body tensed and stood still as he took the attack.

Coryphaeus swung a monstrous arm out and knocked everyone in close range back, Krem's head bashing against a rock.

His vision swam as he struggled to sit up. He knew it was bleeding, he could feel the sticky wetness coursing down the back of his neck. He got to his feet dizzily and picked up his sword. But the darkspawn had disappeared.

Above, the archdemon crashed down in front of them, having shaken off the golden dragon.

"Shit! Kill it!" Adalyn screamed, "Two dragons in one day! Mother-f!"

She got knocked in the gut by the spiked tail, and Krem saw one of the spines sink into her shoulder.

He ran over to her and helped her up. Together, they ran forward and charged the dragon.

She clung to him as he used his shield to block the spray of black flames and they pushed forward.

Krem got her to the dragon's maw.

She jumped inside and dug her dagger into the inner nostrils of the beast, raking the wound through the pink flesh.

The jaws clamped down on her and Krem felt his stomach tighten.

But her heard her screaming obscenities inside and the sound of her dagger piercing the flesh again and again on the inside of its mouth.

The mouth opened and Adalyn leapt out, blood flooding behind her as the dragon gurgled and howled in pain.

Then Cassandra, who had gotten underneath the archdemon, pierced its leathery hide and into its heart. The dragon howled, then collapsed, Cassandra barely rolling out of the way.

A volatile red light spun out of the dragon and up onto a balcony overlooking the courtyard in which they now stood.

"NO!" Coryphaeus screamed and Adalyn began to laugh, though it sounded more like wheezing.

Varric helped Cassandra and Krem, Adalyn as they got up the stairs and went once again into combat with the magister.

Adalyn locked him into place as much as she could with her blood magic and with her mark, but it was rough.

"Not like this! I have walked the halls of the golden city! Crossed the ages!" Coryphaeus snarled, drawing red energy from the orb in his hands, "Dumat! Ancient ones, I beseech you! If you exist, if you ever truly existed, aid me now!"

Adalyn held out her hand, and in what seemed like a test of wills, the orb flickered with green lightning and shot to her hand where she held it up to the sky, and the light now shot upwards. The breech stabilized.

Krem watched as Adalyn fell to her knees after the strain. She was at Coryphaeus' feet, dazed, bloodied.

"At last…"

"No!" Krem ran weakly to her side, but had been knocked back too far to get close enough before…

Adalyn raised her left hand, gripped him in the vise of blood magic, fluid squirting from his body. She pulled her pistol for her sash with her right hand, aimed, and fired.

The bullet shot through his head and his body began to crush in on itself.

"You wanted into the fade?" She snarled, grabbing his forehead as he keeled towards her, and shot green light out of her hand, disintegrating him into pieces.
Krem got to Adalyn's side and cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.

"You are alright! We are alive."

"Debatable," She coughed and gave a wry smile.

Then all the floating pieces of castle began to fall, and Krem once again picked Adalyn up in his arms and ran in circles, avoiding the wreckage as best he could.

Once the dust had settled, they nearly collapsed again from exhaustion and pain, but held on to each other.

Krem spotted Solas picking up the pieces of the orb Coryphaeus had carried.

Adalyn went over to him and they spoke briefly, before he gathered the pieces and walked away.

Krem took her hand and they found the others at the base of some stairs, where the medics were beginning to treat the most critically wounded.

"Is it over?" Commander Cullen came jogging up the stairs, looking from the semi-healed sky.

"You healed the sky! With only that left to remember. But don't worry, you still have purpose." Cole said with a smile and Adalyn smiled back.

Cassandra looked around at all the destruction, but also all of the people and companions that had come to fight along side them.

"For now, we go back to Skyhold."