Here is a freeform about Warden-Commander Amadeus,The Hero of Ferelden,experiencing the calling.

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Alone,all alone...A feeling so very familiar.It is my shadow,my reflection,what I see when I look through a mirror.It became a part of my identity,so much so that I don’t know where I end and where it begins.I am an abomination without a demon.Too much had to happen for our union.Love perished,hate melted,desires burnt out,joy fleeted.But when it happened,it was the only feeling I had left with.I am the true loneliness,all alone...But it wasn’t a foreign subjugator that assimilated everything I was.It was always there,growing up inside me,to be groomed as the rightful heir to a wasteland called my heart.We played a game of hide and seek throughout my childhood.When I hid,it always found me.But when I seek,I could never find it.But as I learned to look inside myself,I realized I never hid from it,nor did it ever seek me.That’s when our game ended,and the emptiness began.Now,in the tip of a cliff,I stand against a view many would praise.Yet nothing about it resurrects any dead feelings in my dry heart,except the vast amount of space that I see.I want them to be filled with colours.I’m tired of seeing only siluettes.I just don’t want emptiness anymore.

Whispers,hallucinations,the song...They are becoming more vivid in my head each passing day.Time,the herald of my doom,comes towards me with a black rose,ready to place it to the emptiness that was once where my heart resided.It wouldn’t bring back my love,but it would end the pain,once and for all.I tried to bury the growing emptiness in my heart  by filling it with things,but all I accomplished was to make it deeper.That made suicide a forbidden fruit among my desires. As harder I tried to feel or to have joy,closer I became to ripping it off from its twig and eating it.In a way,the entire life I lived is the longest suicide attempt in history.My death is a shrine I slowly built with my dead,rotten feelings.It was a stupid move,living.Did I try to commit suicide by doing it,or was it a desperate attempt for love?It was a long journey,but it doesn’t matter anymore.Earth is calling me.She says I have to abandon the sun as it abandoned me every night.But it isn’t easy.She couldn’t abandon it.Chantry couldn’t abandon it.But I can’t walk backwards.If I could,I wouldn’t have to walk the entire earth just to see what I left behind.Nevertheless,I walked much to come here.Now all I have left is a long march of self-destruction that ends with a terrible song. A song that’s just started again.It’s time for one last dance.