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  Relationship:
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      (Dragon_Age), Varric_Tethras, Cullen_Rutherford, Zevran_Arainai, Alistair
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      the_time_after_Trespasser, Fenris_tries_to_play_a_father_like_role,
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      his_maybe_mage_daughter, Cullen_Rutherford_gets_murdered, Cassandra
      brutality_murdered, Blood_and_Gore
  Series:
      Part 1 of Tales_of_the_Sick_and_Twisted
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      Published: 2017-12-29 Updated: 2018-02-09 Chapters: 19/? Words: 32996
****** Vengeance. ******
by Lady_GothiKa
Summary
     After the murder of her parents and being kept in a tower for the
     last thirteen years, the young daughter of Hawke and Anders plans
     vengeance on everyone who wronged her parents.
***** A Child of Vengeance. *****
                                        
[Vengeance M-H ]
                                        
                                        
                                        
                             A Child of Vengeance.
 
 
 
Misty rain fell amongst the leaves and yet when it did it made everything more
bleak, for once it brought joy and comfort now it was only desolate. Pitter
pattering of rain beaded off the trees that had been used for shelter, but it
was no use for shelter anymore, no use for hiding, the endless running had come
to a end.
He coughed with a gurgle, it tasted like iron and rust in his mouth, it wasn't
the first time he had tasted his own blood but it was surely his last. It was
hard to breathe now, every breath was harder and his chest felt tight, blue
eyes looked up at him, slowly blinking as blood covered her lips, she was
close, he knew this because he had seen death a thousand times before.
 
"Anders....."
 
Hawke coughed a splatter of blood, a arrow was in her chest and two in her
stomach, three arrows it took them to pry the babe from her arms, they had only
had her for two months and now she was being taken, taken by someone Hawke
trusted with her life.
 
"I...."
 
Hawke closed her eyes as the babe screamed, more blood pooled from her mouth as
she struggled to breathe, hot rasps of air hit his neck, she had internal
bleeding her organ's had been severed by the arrows. Hawke blinked her eyes
again, all he could think of was how strong she was, she was a strong woman and
yet this was her final battle. The love of his life was dying in his arms.
 
"L....ove."
 
"Shhhh..." His voice broke, he wanted nothing more than to hear those words,
but every word she spoke caused her more pain, Anders leaned his head against
the back of the tree as Hawke coughed more blood in his arms, he didn't know
whether the burning in his chest was from the deep stab wounds or Hawke lay
dying in his arms.
 
He doubted The Maker would hear his prayers, however his whispered one anyway,
"end her suffering." It was the least thing he wanted, he never wanted to live
without her or watch her die, Hawke was in pain, every second she lingered more
the pain swirled inside him.
 
This was for him, not for her... They wanted to make him suffer for what he had
done to the Chantry, they wanted him to watch Hawke die slowly in his arms, his
punishment for what he had done. Why, he asked himself, this was on him, she
had nothing to do with the explosion, yet she left with him anyhow, Hawke told
him he couldn't leave her after, she was pregnant, he didn't know, if only he
knew.
 
"Y..ou......"
  
He looked down at her with a tear trickling down his cheek, she coughed loud
and hard, her fingers trembled in his hands, her soft gentle lips curled into a
blissful smile, the same lips he loved to kiss, the lips that held the sweetest
voice he had ever heard.  "I love you too, sweetheart." The words burned his
throat, he didn't want to say it, he knew it would be the last time he'd say
it.
her lips shook as she swallowed hard, her fingers became limp in his hands, her
head rolled to the side in his lap, "Hawke..." He nudged her, "Hawke...love..."
Her body was limp as he nudged her again, lifeless blue eyes stared up at him,
"HAWKE," no..no...no...She was gone, she was never supposed to die first, he
was a Grey Warden, he knew she would out live him, they were never supposed to
have children, and yet they did.
His love was dead in his arms, blood pooled down over his robes from her exit
wounds on her back, "Death take me, take me...please take me..."Heavy tears
dripped down onto Hawkes lifeless body...
 
"Think of something....something....anything but this...."He looked away from
her body.
 
 
                                    ______
 
 
Two months ago...
 
It had rained that day, heavy and loud, the thunder muffled out Hawkes endless
screams.
 
Rain battered the tin roof of the barn they had taken shelter in, labour had
come to her early at thirty-five weeks. "Just one more push, love- they're
almost here!" Anders had delivered many peoples children before but he never
thought he would be delivering Hawke's, little alone his own. Hawke screamed as
the thunder crashed shaking the earth violently, the babe screamed as he pulled
it from her.
 
"Anders....." She grasped for air,"Is it..."
 
"Looks like I was right for once."He smiled while wrapping the infant in a
small blanket, he passed the babe to Hawke,"A girl, our little girl."Hawke
patted over the small tuft of blonde hair on the infants head as she held it to
her breast, "Looks like you were the father after all."Hawke mused, she had
been jesting from the start that Anders wasn't the father, that Justice was
instead. Anders had secretly considered it for a time, he knew Grey Wardens
didn't have children, or if they should, he questioned long and hard if the
babe would be born with the blight...his blight, yet he never sensed it nor
brought it up.
 
"I love you, mama loves you."Hawke kissed the girls head over her blonde hair.
Anders watched Hawke coo over the child in her arms, their child.
 
 
Anders thought back further...
...
 
"So, I have been thinking of names." Hawke rubbed her swollen stomach proudly
as the walked the long winding roads of the Free Marchers,  "Mhm, let's hear it
love." Anders smiled back to her, she was so beautiful and perfect, their life
was shit and they constantly starved, but with her everything was perfect.
 
"Meredith." Hawke laughed high, her brazen, cheeky smile made Anders laugh with
her.
 
"No... Ah, just no..."
 
"Mhm, Oh well, It's going to be a boy anyway..."She giggled, swiping her hair
from her eyes.
"From the way you are carrying love, it's a girl."Anders knew he was right, he
always had a good sense for these things.
"Nope, it's a boy..."She snapped back as stubborn as ever, "Varric."
 
Anders shuddered at the thought of his daughter being named Varric,"No,
sweetheart..."
"OH, I know!!"Hawke laughed her sweet high giggle, Anders looked to her with
dread in his mind, please not be Fenris...
"Arishok!"She tightened her fist and pounded it in the air with a sarcastic
roar.
"Andraste's knickers, Hawke!" Anders couldn't help but laugh, she was the
silliest girl he had ever met, Maker he didn't deserve to have such a woman in
his life.
"Well fine Mr. Grumpy robes, you come up with something."
 
 
                                    ______
 
 
Reality pulled at him, it was all gone, everything was gone, their daughter and
now Hawke... He refused to look down at her blue tinged lips. They forced him
to sit here against the tree with her still in his lap. Hawke was becoming cold
and stiff and struggled to breath without seeing her.
"She trusted you."His voice broke to her murders, his wounds ached and burned
as he spoke, but it was nothing to pain of losing her.
"And that's why it was so easy." His voice cut away at Anders heart as a man
moved forward reefing his arrows from Hawke's chest,"One mage filth less in the
world."He muttered wiping the blood from the arrows and placing them back in
his quiver.
If Anders could feel his legs he would use all his strength to murder those
men, every ounce of breath and blood he had would be spilled to bring justice
to Hawke. How dare they call her filth, she was a mage, perfect and bright, a
hero and they killed her because of their holy rights deemed it worthy.
"Just kill me already!"His words burned at him, he wanted it now more than
anything, the quick release of death.
His daughter screamed loud, her tears piecing his ears,"What are you going to
do with her?!"Anders no longer cared what happened to him, his daughter still
breathed and that was all that restrained him from going completely mad, "It's
a spawn of a abomination, what do you think?"
The words went straight to his stomach, it was like taking another blade to the
chest.
They couldn't take her to a tower, they couldn't, she was his daughter,
no...no.....no.... "Vael, no you can't..."
 
"I WILL MAGE, I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE!"
 
"DO IT TO ME, NOT HER."His mana boiled in his blood but he was too weak to
move, too weak to fight. They were going to lock his daughter away, she would
never see the sun, she would never know kindness or love, she would be raped by
templars and abused because of his blood that runs in her veins.
 
"You will suffer just as much as she will." Vael spat at his feet,"You will lay
here with her body, the body you defiled with your sins, and you will watch her
bloat and rot under the sun till you dehydrate or starve to death, that is your
punishment!"
 
"No, you can't you won't!!"Anders struggled, but he couldn't move, his loves
eyes where still looking up at him, lifeless and still. "Just kill me, kill
me... Don't leave me, not like this!"
He just wanted death, death is final, let him be joined with Hawke once more...
A templar held his daughter in his arms, the site of it was sickening, Hawke's
screams still filled his ears as he had ripped her from Hawke's arms.
 
"Is it a mage?" Veal asked the templar, his voice dark and bitter.
"Yes, she is." Anders spat blood back at Veal hitting him below his eye, she
was his and Hawkes daughter, of course she was a mage. 
 
Veal stood wiping the blood from his face, he foot lashed out kicking Hawke
corpse, the sickening crack of her ribs filled his ears. "My vengeance has been
served." 
 
The men walked away with his daughter in his arms, Hawke trusted them and they
did this to her, to her child...
 
"Maggie!" He called for his daughter....
 
 
 
                                        
                                    ______
***** Your Sins, are my Sins. *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry for, well everything.....
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                            Your Sins, are my Sins.
 
 
 
Day 1)
 
She sat there in the dark alone but not afraid, never afraid.
 
The templars came for her sometimes and other times they didn't, it didn't
matter anymore, life was dark and cruel and she didn't care any more. She
twiddled her thumbs to past time, hummed things in her mind other times she
explored the fade of her dreams, though nothing brought much comfort.
'Sela petrae,' a voice in her head whispered, the voice she heard for awhile
now, it always seemed to know when she was feeling down or in need.
'Then what?' She whispered back to it, she didn't care if she was going mad and
speaking to herself, it was bound to happen eventually.
 
'Gaatlok.'
 
The voice was helpful up until now, she had no idea where to find gaatlok or
sela petrae, she had hardly even been outside of this room other than a hand
full of occasions. The voice told her things she didn't know, she always
thought this was a tower or some kind of prison, yet it said
otherwise.'Starkhaven,' is where it told her.
 
She was somewhere within the Chantry...
 
'Templar...key...'
 
It wanted her pickpocket a templar? She could do that least, she could at least
try again, the last time she had been beaten bloody and her head smashed
against the wall multiple times, she thought death had finally came yet she was
wrong, so very wrong.
She moved around the cell, picking up her only possession she had, a book...the
book... 'A Tale of a Champion,'It was indented to be cruel jest to her, she
couldn't read it at first but she enjoyed the pictures whether it hurt or not,
she found comfit in the small drawings. Once the voice had come it started
reading it to her, soft gentle words it spoke, telling her the tale, the tale
of a Champion.
 
 
Day 3)
 
'Templar...key...'
 
The voice spoke again, she heard foot steps approaching the door, the handle
twisted and the door swang open, she moved back towards the wall, her back
pressed against the stone work. "Where are you, you skinny little rat?" the
templar moved forward and she darted into the darkest part of the room with
quick silent movements. "Where are you?" His voice was dark and demanding. "I
am here fuck head." She cursed as moved into the light, her bare black feet
felt cold on the floor as she walk forward facing the templar. Pulling his
metal gauntlet off he slapped her across her face with a hard blow, she feel to
her knees with the strike, her lip busted open and blood gusting down her chin.
 
'Stand.'The voice told her.
 
She gathered her strength and stood up facing the templar wiping the blood from
her mouth with the back of her wrist, "You won't scream this time too, if you
do, I'll blind your other eye."She swallowed hard and clenched her jaw, she
could still remember the burning of the candle as he pressing it against her
face, the burn of the fire she could forget but never the smell or the
crackling popping sound it made as he held it to her closer. "I won't scream."
Her lip stung with her words, it truly didn't matter if she did or not, no one
would come for her, no one would hear her down here...
 
His belt buckle clunked and shacked in his hands, he edged closer, grabbing her
hard against his weight.
 
"Leave my body, leave my body.... Leave.....my.....body......"
 
Her mind took her elsewhere, the shore of the mainland, the sand between her
toes and a brush of hot air against her face, the smell of salt filled her nose
and she imagined what the sun felt like on her skin, hot beams shone down on
her, she felt free and as light as bird...free...as a bird...free as a hawk...
Pictures left her mind, reality was a bitch and she found herself laying naked
and bruised, bloody and broken on the floor of the cell, everything hurt, it
hurt to move and it stung to breathe... She forgot about the key...
 
Day 6)
 
Her face was swollen and it still hurt to move, her thighs ached, she reached
for her book and flick through the pages she was up to the Arishok part now,
her mother had beaten him in single combat, not bad for a mage... 'Varric.' she
heard the voice mutter in her ear, he was the author of this book, he knew her
parents... If only she could just....if only.....
 
'KEY.'
 
The voice was so loud that time, it pieced her mind and throbbed her brain,"I
am getting there, just give me some fucking time!" She cursed back at it, it
wasn't the one who had to be raped and constantly abused to get a god damn key.
 
Day 7.5)
 
Templars came back today, two of them, she couldn't help but drown it out, it
was too much...far too much for tiny frail body...
 
 
Day 14)
 
She placed the book down and moved over to the wall, claw marks covered the
stone-work where scratched into it, she was young when she did it, younger than
she was now. She had gouge at the wall till her fingers bleed and her nails
cracked and splinted off her fingers.
It was the first time she was taken by the templars, she was at least seven
than, now she was at least double that age, but it was hard for her to tell
anymore.
 
 Day 55)
 
She was ready, she had prepared her self, she could do this, she was strong
enough, she wasn't weak, not anymore. Large steps she took as she paced back
and forward the book in her grasp, she had almost finished it now, she placed
it down once she heard foot steps near, the doorknob turned.
 
"Rat, come here."
 
She hated that voice, more than anything in this world, she moved over to it,
shuffling her feet, dragging her toes against the floor. "Undress,"he demanded
her, she pulled at her dress made of hessian, yanking on the straps letting it
fall to her feet. She felt disgusted and ashamed but she couldn't drown it out,
she needed to focus, focus on the real world, even if that meant she had to
feel everything. 
 
The templar moved forward clenching his jaw while staring at her tiny body, he
begun pulling his armour off, pulling at the straps, losing his belt and
letting it fall to the ground.
'The blade.'She heard the words in her mind, guiding her.
He came closer to her, ready in his hands, he pushed her against the wall, his
large body felt so hard against her, his weight was so overpowering, when she
shifted and wiggled he began touching her with his foul hands.
 
'NOW.'
 
The voice rang in her brain, with split second she ducked between his legs and
grabbing his sword on the other side, he fell against the wall with her quick
sharp movements, he never had the chance to even face her, the blade in her
hands stabbed into his spine from behind. Heavy the blade was in her hands and
yet she kept it steady, pushing it in further and further, she heard a faint
groan.
 
'Twist it.'
 
Her fingers clenched the leather grip tight and she twisted the large blade
lodged into the templars spine, he gurgled on his blood and it pooled from the
wound on his back and from the front of his chest, "DIE!" She screamed loud,
pulling the blade out and stabbing him again and again.
 
Fingers finally loosened and the blade fell from her grasp still in his spine,
she pulled her dress back on and she ruffled through his belongings. In his
back leather pouch was a single black key, she grasped it tight in her tiny
hands and moved to the door.
 
"Sela petrae, gaatlok...."
 
"Where?"
 
A blue light illuminated a path in front of her.
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     LET'S BLOW THIS CHANTRY TO F*CKING HELL!!!!! Yes?!!! -yes.
      
     - Question of the day; what do you think would be the most satisfying
     way to kill a templar?
     ...I am asking for a friend... *Cough*
***** Like Father like Daughter. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
                          Like Father like Daughter.
 
 
 
'Sela petrae.'
 
It smelt disgusting but not the worst thing she ever smelt, the voice guided
her with its words, mixing it exactly how it said, moving and twisting and
adding more.
 
'Too much.'
 
"Shit, keep your panties on."
 
 moving back she looked at the concoction, her hands covered in grime, shit and
gods not know what.
 
"Why is all this stuff in here?" her mumbled voice asked.
 
'Chantry...city defiance....hidden.'
 
 "Well, not anymooooore." She grabbed the metal barrel of gaatlok powder and
pushed it to its side with a loud thumb it made as she rolled it to the other
side of the room, grabbing the sela petrae and smothering it over the barrel
into a thick disgusting paste. 
 
'Fire.'
 
Heavy breaths she took and swallowing hard, it felt like a lump in her
throat... She knew what the voice asked of her but magic never came to her
easy, the room she had lived in her whole life had been warded by magic, she
never doubted magic flowed in her veins yet she had never felt it in her hands.
 
'Focus, feel it, burn it.'
 
Closing her one good eye she tried to picture holding flame, it's how she
always imagined it would be like, a burning sensation tingled on her fingers.
 
"I can do this...I can."
 
Mana in her veins sparked, it felt like a rush of adrenaline through tiny her
body, something deep down inside of her ignited. Flame danced on her palm
crackling loud and leaping from her hand, it twinkled and burst into embers
like sunlight, it was so beautiful, maybe the most beautiful thing she had ever
seen. Watching the flame made her forget everything...
 
Her palm tightened and the fire ceased with a puff of smoke. That rope in the
corner is what was needed, as quick as she could she grabbed it and tied it to
the end of the barrel, it was long enough, it would give her enough time to
find a way out of here, if not death, and death was just as good.
 
Lighting the flame of the end of the rope she ducked quickly out of the room.
 
'RUN.'
 
The voice didn't need to tell her that, she ran through the long halls, she had
maybe five minutes at best, a bright blue path laid ahead and it twisted and
turned.
 
'Hide!'
 
She ducked into the shadow, her tiny body fitted anywhere almost perfectly,
breaths of air slowed, silence she became as the templar walked past her
without even a glimpse of her.
 
00:04.00
 
'Faster!'
 
Running was hard, it was another thing she had never done, her tiny frail legs
stung and chest pounded for air, stairs where in front of her, taking two at a
time she ran up them, her foot almost got stuck on the second last one, as the
endless climb came to a end.
 
00:02.32
 
A ladder stood before, her hands grabbed the rungs of the ladder, pacing
herself she didn't look down as the climb grew further and further.
 
00:01.40
 
She could see sunlight ahead, sweet blissful sunlight through the bars of a
latch, grabbing it she tried to push it open, it wouldn't budge, "SHIT, SHIT!!"
no matter how much she pushed and banged on the bars they wouldn't move, not
budge a inch.
 
00:00.50
 
"I can do this, I can...I can....I can...."
 
'You can.'
 
00:00.40
 
She closed her eye, breathing slowly, mana filled every ounce of her body, she
set it off like a massive blast and the latches blew off the bars with a loud
ping,the bars moved now when she nudged at it, sunlight burned her at her
vision, but she pained through it, pushing the bars over her head, she dragged
her nails through the dirt and clawed her way onto the land.
 
Knees scraped over dirt, glorious earth, grass through her pale blooded
fingers, she pulled herself up.
 
00:00.05
 
..
 
00:00.04
 
..
 
00:00.03-02-01
 
Fire and light filled the sky, heat so much heat, and wave of energy threw her
off her feet, debris blasted in the air and rained down, splinters of wood,
brick and stone crashed, a loud thundering came from the walls as they shook
and collapsed in on themselves, dust and fire rose high into the air.
 
Covered in a thick white dust she laid on the grass, sun shone down on her
white pale skin, skin scrapped raw on her knees and hands, everything went
quiet as she laid there, so quiet... The sky looked so deep and so blue, clouds
were so strange but they were soon covered up by the thick dark smoke filling
the sky.
 
 
 
'Kirkwall...Varric...'
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     The story is definitely going to pick up next chapter... this story
     is set in the time after Trespasser as well...
     - This story is legit going to have a epic ending... well I hope...
***** I am Hawke. *****
 
                                  I am Hawke.
 
 
Day 63)
 
Varric paced up and down his office, a feather pen and note book in hand
tapping it slowly as he thought."As Viscount....no, no..."He signed heavy with
frustration, public speaking was never something he ever got used too, "Well,
shit."He threw the pen down on his desk and moved over to a deep oaken chest,
the golden latches clicked as he pulled them open steadily with his fingers.
"Hello beautiful,"deep velvet lining held his crossbow in place. Varric slowly
lifted it into his hands, somehow it was relaxing to holding it again.
 
Varric perched himself back at his desk with his vast crossbow in hand,
polishing the wood and superior well crafted Dwarven metal, Bianca still had
every upgrade the inquisitor had given her and Varric wouldn't have it any
other way. Varric pulled out a bolt from a tusket leather pouch and reloaded
her as he sat back and aimed it at the door.
He took a deep breath, heaving Bianca up to his line of vision, he aimed at the
door and slowly with the release of his breathe he drew the trigger.
 
"VARRIC!" A woman shouted from the other side of the door, "Oh shit, Aveline?!"
With a sturdy kick she opened the door, swinging it open.
 
"What in Andraste's name do you think you are doing Varric?!"
"That's Viscount Tethras to you Aveline."that really was the worst thing to
say, he regretted it the second the words left his tongue,  "Varric don't give
me your smartass mouth." Aveline hissed as Varric gently placed Bianca down on
his desk.
 
"Have you heard the news?"
 
Varric signed heavy, of course he had, it was what was making him on edge for
the last week, "How many died?" His stomach twisted inside him as he clenched
his jaw, "At least sixty or seventy people, mostly Chantry sisters and a few
templars, they are saying it's suspicious but Prince Vael isn't saying much on
the matter, yet I find that more suspicious." Aveline's face grew tired and
red, she was stressed and on edge just as much as Varric, "Does Cassandra
know?" Varric dreaded the idea of having to speak to her again.
 
"Do I look like a raven?" Aveline moved close and slammed hear hands on his
desk making it shake, "Explosives where used in that Chantry explosion, I know
it Varric, we both knew Starkhaven was planning a attack eventually, they were
keeping it under hidden Chantry!" Her fist pounded the desk loud, "So how--"
 
Someone knocked twice at the door.
 
 
"Bran is that you?"
 
"Yes, Viscount...oh you have company?" Bran poked his nose around the door,
"It's fine, I was leaving anyway." Aveline snarled back at Varric, he knew this
wasn't over not even close. Aveline shuffled her elven shield in her muscular
arm and barged her way out, pushing Bran out of the way.
 
"Close the door," Varric said quietly, he didn't want anyone to hear their
conversation.
 
"Viscount Tethras ..."
 
Varric clenched his jaw feeling nervous, he knew he should be asking about the
Chantry and the attack on Starkhaven, however it was the least of his concerns.
His hands grasped Bianca and gently he packed her away, closing the latches
softly.
 
"Any word on the Inquisitor?" A lost and heavy sickening feeling washed over
him, she had been missing for months now with no site or letter, just nothing,
it was like she just dropped off the side of Thedas...
"No, Miss Lavellan is still missing, last known location is still Tevinter."
"Solas?"
 
"The same." The words echoed into Varric's mind, the others wouldn't face it,
they said she was dead or gone, the mark had finally done her in, yet Varric
had known a side to her no else did, they didn't know her like him, they had
always treated her like the Inquisitor but to Varric she was a friend. She was
the little lost elven girl form the clans that he taught how to play cards,
late at night they would drink and telling each other tales of their past, she
was a true friend, one of the best.
He remembered how heartbroken she was when Solas left, after Corypheus was dead
she locked herself in her room for days on end, stopped eating and never left
the walls of Skyhold. Then he found out she had been spending all time alone
sleeping, endlessly searching for her Vhenan, the other half or her heart.
 
But if anyone could change the Dread Wolfs mind it was her and he had all his
faith in Lavellan, whether it was only him left that did.
 
She would find him, he knew.
 
 
 
"The Chantry, give me the truth Bran."
Varric dreaded the question, but he had to know the truth, no matter how grim.
 
"The Prince of Starkhaven was hiding things under Chantry, perfecting hiding
spot really..."
 
"Like what kind of things?"
"Explosives mainly and Maker knows what, now it was all destroyed, but the word
on the street is that he had gaatlok stashed under there."
"Gaatlok?!" Varric was stunned, he knew Vael was a plotting Chantry bastard but
that was a whole new level, "Was he plaining to use it against us?"
"That would be my guess, it would be the perfect cover and easily blamed on the
already hostile Quinari." 
 
Varric leaded his back against his fine leather chair and moved his hands
together in deep thought, "Send your fastest Raven to Tevinter for a Iron Bull,
I want to know how Vael got his hands gaatlok, shit." His hands drifted apart
and he swept his hair back from his face, his viscount crown dug into his
forehead uncomfortably.
 
 
 
"One last thing..." Bran said as Varric placed the crown onto the desk.
 
Varric swallowed hard with his jaw feeling tight, "Yes?"
 
"There's a girl outside the Viscount keep, she keeps asking for you and we've
tried turning her away for the last few days but she wont budge, she won't give
me a name to make appointment not that she would get one, mind you she looks
like a street rat from Darktown."
 
"Mhm, so who is she?"
 
"She, ah..." Bran gulped hard, he knew bringing it up was ill formed and yet
now he had too, "She keeps saying her name is Hawke," Bran quickened his paces
of his words, "Which mind you is completely preposterous!- I told her to give
me a real name or get out of Hightown!" 
 
Varric's body stopped, everything went still and quiet, his chest went tight
and he felt like he was out of air, his head spun and all of a sudden he felt
nauseous, "Is she...."
 
"No, of course not!"
 
His teeth where clenched tight, his heart raced through his chest, Hawke was
dead he reminded himself, he knew that, he knew that with all his heart, she
was gone, his best friend... She was gone.
 
"..." Bran opened his mouth but said nothing, "She's mentally ill...and in very
rough shape,"
"I'll go have a word with her." Varric past Bran as he walked through the door.
 
 
__
 
 
A young girl sat in the distance, thick wavy, dirty blonde hair to her
shoulders with her head between her bloody scuffed knees, she wore odd
mismatched clothes that where far too big for her.
 
Varric moved closer, his feet moved silently like the rouge he was.
 
"T is for Tethras, rogue, story teller and occasional tag along..."
"No, I am not mad, you're mad...sad...glad...fad...add...bad..."
"Kitty cat, kitty cat sat on the mat, until I hit with a bat, SPLAT!" She
giggled high and half mad.
 
"Hey kid..." Varric coughed.
 
She turned her head, her hair draping over her face, one blue eye and one milky
white stared back, "Are you are dwarf or are just a short little fuck?"
 
"Dwarf."
 
"Shit, shit...shit...shit..." She held her head and closed her eyes.
 
'Kid, are you alright?!"
 
"The voices, so loud...so fucking loud..." She held her tiny head in her bony
hands.
"Voices?"
 
 Varric stepped back, he didn't understand magical shit, but something was
going on with this girl and it made his bones turn to gelatin.
 
"Red Lyrium?" soft words came from his mouth.
 
"Red...purple...blue...yellow....templars...all dead....they leak the colour
red..."
Her head tilted up to Varric, and her bloody lips trembled as she spoke,"What
rhyme's with red, Varric Tethras?"
 
"Dread, bled...dead."He replied watching her skinny limbs move, she was far
thinner than any child he had seen in Darktown.
 
"Smart one, Master Tethrasssss."
 
Shaky bruised legs and thighs moved towards him, yet he stood his ground, she
was a poor thing, miss treated and abused, "Kid you really need a healer
or...shit, I don't even know." He couldn't help but stare at her half beaten
face, the bruises, cuts, scares and that one bright blue eye.
 
"Maybe...ah, so.... What's your name, you must have one?" She had too, right...
 
"Hello, you can call me Rat!" She bowed her head deep, "Everyone calls me it,
and by everyone I mean two people...no...one.... Wait none..." She looked up
and smiled and blinked her one eye.
 
"Rat?" This was her name?
 
"Rat Hawke!" She blinked her eye again, "Or so I've been told, told once...
Told twice or perhaps thrice, do the voices in my head count?"
 
So she was a cousin of Hawke's than, he thought she had no one else, just
Carver.... "Who are your parent's kid?!"
 
In her pocket she pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper with her skinny,
shaky pale hands and placed in Varric's grasp he held the dirty crumbled paper
in his palms and slowly unwrapped it, his heart sank as he started opening it.
 
 
 
 
It was a sketch he drew from the Hangman's Pub from a Tale of a Champion, Hawke
and Anders.
 
 
 
 
***** One days Sorrow is my Endless Tomorrow. *****
Chapter Summary
     And the plot bombs are dropping. *BOOM*
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                    One days Sorrow is my Endless Tomorrow.
 
 
 
"Maggie?"
 
 He choked on his on words, moving backwards stubbing on his own feet, his
breath quickened and suddenly nothing. Varric feel back and fainted.
 
Day 64)
 
"Bran....Bran...." Varric grumbled, he could see him standing besides him as
his eyes slowly regained their vision, he laid in a soft bed with cool ivory
silks, "Remember when I told you Dwarf's didn't dream, because...shit, I had a
nightmare."
 
"She's outside still."
"SHIT."
 
Day 64.5)
 
Varric's thoughts wouldn't stop, he kept thinking of the last letters Hawke had
sent him, the news of baby girl, he had always thought she died with Hawke. He
had searched for years to make sure but nothing ever showed up, the search was
abandoned too soon, why did he give up so soon, years wasn't long enough, this
was his fault, failure washed over him, this girl suffered because of him, this
was all on him, he failed Hawke and the same for her daughter.
 
"Maggie?" He called out for her as the rain bucketed down, loud and thundering
outside the Keep. She sat in the same place as before with her hands stretched
out reaching for the rain, the water pouring down onto her long skinny fingers.
Tilting her head she watched the drops of water drip down her fingers till she
brought each digit to her mouth, licking each finger clean.
"Maggie." He called again hoping for some kind of response.
"Is that my name?" Her voice echoed over the rain, "No one has ever called me
that before, not now...not ever...never." 
 
Her head turned to him, but she didn't make eye contact, she had the face of
Hawke and yet he had no idea why he didn't see it before.
 
"Kid..."
 
"Yes, Tethras?"
 "Do you want- need anything?" Children made Varric uncomfortable at the best
of time, he didn't know what they needed or how to look after one.
"I want to know who killed my parent's...their names, all of them."
 
That was the least thing he was expecting, shelter and food was his first
thought.
 
"Kid..." He paused, he wish he knew what had happen, the answer to that was the
one thing he never found out, every single gold coin he had went into finding
out what happened to his best friend, Varric sold business after business,
bargained and haggled with every bit of charisma he had, but it worked to no
avail, only a few leads that ended no where.
 
"I want to know, I deserve to know."
"This isn't the place to speak of this, come...I'll take you home."
"Home?" Her swollen lip trembled as she stood walking forward towards Varric,
"Yeah kid, home."
 
 
___
 
 
Heavy lashings of rain slowly subsided to a thin mist as they walked the dark
streets of Hightown, beggars roamed and people lingered in the shadows, Maggie
turned her head with every pacing silhouette, "What are those?"The soft words
came from her mouth with a tinkle of dismay. "Tranquil," Varric turned his head
to the mages with the sun burst star burned into their foreheads bunched
together, "We had a probable back-"
 
"I know what happened Tethras."
"Just Varric, kid..."
 
Her little head nodded with a glimmer of a faint smile, "Varric." She repeated.
 
They came to the first house above the stairs, rusted shields and overgrown ivy
wrapped grimly around the columns of the house that stood before them,
"This...this is it?" Maggie reached onto the tips of her toes for the rusted
shield, her scabby fingers traced over where the Amell sigil once belonged. Her
fingers moved into the shape of a hawk, drawing through the dust, "Yeah, this
it."
Varric reached into his duster coat and pulled out the long black iron key, it
felt so queer to be holding it again, to be entering the Hawke estate. His
shuffled his feet nearing the large wooden front door, his hand trembled as he
slid the key into the lock, turning it until the littlepopand the rusted
latches on the door creaked open.
Eerie was his first thought, than a wave of sorrow, the air was dark and stale,
Maggie moved over to the fireplace and sparked a fire with the palm of her
hand, "Mage huh?" Varric smiled down at the young girl who grinned back with a
quick nod of her head.
Long white sheets covered the furniture to protect it from dust and wood rot
but other than that, the house was exactly the way Hawke had left it, Varric
never sold or disposed of anything. Cups laid bare on the tables, empty wine
bottles, ledgers still opened on the same pages...the note Hawke left for
Varric when she left with Anders.
 
He picked it up and moved into the light of the fire place, giving it a swift
shake, flicking the dust from the old stained parchment.
 
 
 
 
    *      Dear Varric.
           You know I was never good at goodbyes, but I just wanted you to
           know how much you meant to me and well shit, I don't know... So
           I will just get to the point right? You're going to be a uncle,
           Uncle Varric haha... Trust me I am more scared shitless than
           you, and that's saying something.
           Anyways, I am leaving with Anders this morning before the break
           of dawn, it's just better to leave with all that's going on.
           No, don't start crying on me, no one likes a wet dwarf no
           matter how handsome you are. I'll send you another letter as
           soon as I get to a town, I promise...maybe...if I remember.
            
           Yours Hawke.
           P.s. Don't tell Craver about Tiny Hawke yet, I was planning to
           drop it on him at last minute, I can't wait to see his face!
            
 
 
Hawke always remembered to write, she never forgot whether it was her or Anders
reminding her, she always did and she never left out updates on her pregnancy,
until her last letter in which she detailed a small infant girl by the name of
Maggie Hawke.
Varric moved forward watching the girl who held her hands in front of the open
fireplace, he slowly slipped the letter into his pocket and pulled off one of
the white sheets to reveal a old leather armchair. 
"What was mother and father like?" Maggie asked as Varric sat back into the
leather chair with his feet up, "Kid, you read the book right?"
 
"Yes, thrice over, but it only tells so much...such..."
 
"Ah, I suppose... They were very rebellious." Varric managed laugh, thinking
back of his old friends.
"Please go on." She turned to face him, her battered face smiled as she folded
her skinny legs waiting for Varric to tell her some heroic story of mage
conquest.
 
"Alright kid, I'll tell you everything, but it'll take awhile."
 
 
 
Day 65)  
 
 
"Bran, I want to see Fenris, and don't make him give you that usual broody'I
don't want to come here' shit, get his skinny ass here into this office, I know
he his back from Tevinter, I have eyes everywhere." Varric lifted his two
fingers to his eyes to gesture it. "Yes, right away Sir!" Bran shuffled away.
Varric leaned back on his chair and pulled out a folder from his draws, it
contented every single lead regarding the murder of one Marian Hawke and
Anders.
...
 
Day 65.5)
 
A knock was at the door, Varric pushed the folder to the side, placing a book
on top of it, away from site. "Varric, it's me... Why did you force me here?"
"Come in Fenris," One of these days Varric would just enjoy a simple 'Hello,
old pal, it's nice to see you.'
Fenris opened the door and made his way into the office, his white hair covered
his face, longer than it used to be when Hawke was around, now its length was
done his shoulders with his usual fringe. Fenris had left as soon as she did,
he said there was no point in hanging around anymore, Tevinter obviously hadn't
been any better by the rough shape of him now.
"Sit." Varric gestured to one of the seats in front of him as Fenris took it
and sat slowly.
"Yes master Dwarf?"
"Hawke's kid is in town." He almost choked on his own words again, he never
thought he'd ever get used to saying such a thing.
"What?!" Fenris moved his head up, his brown almost green eyes made contact
with Varric's, Fenris had no idea, he hardly ever left his old estate once in
town, "She's here, in Hawke's house, her house I suppose."
 
"Varric...."
 
"She's a mage..."
"Typical." Fenris scoffed brushing his large overgrown fringe from his eyes.
"What did you tell her, Varric?"
"Everything..."
 
 "Everything?" Fenris shuffled in seat with a nervous shudder waved over him.
"Everything except that." Varric moved his hands together entwining's his
fingers, "You're going to look after her, watch her."
"Me? Varric, I can't even look after myself half the time, little alone a
child!" Fenris snapped back at Varric.
 
"If you don't I'll tell her about Hawke and you." Varric clenched his jaw, he
felt his teeth scrape in his mouth.
Fenris stood with jolt pushing his chair back towards the desk in a huff of
rage. "You know nothing of what happened between Hawke and me!"His defensive
tone said everything to Varric.
"You loved her, we all know that."
Fenris paced back and forward through the room taking long strides with his
arms crossed, 'So what, what are you trying to tell me Varric?!"
 
 
"She's yours."
 
Chapter End Notes
     And so the Drama begins...Ready for more?!!!
***** Blood and Bone. *****
Chapter Notes
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                                Blood and Bone.
 
 
Maggie paced up and down in the giant empty home, it didn't feel like a home,
more of a shell of memories that once where here. The fire that burned was warm
but something turned her stomach from being in this house, she grabbed a fist
full of bread that Varric had given her, he told her to stay put but she had
other ideas.
The streets where dark and dimly lit by the light of the full moon, she moved
about with her feet following the pattern of the bricks of the street. A shade
moved in the distance, tranquil she thought, a bunch of them sat around a small
pit of fire warming there hands with poorly knitted gloves. 
"Room for one more?" She asked the old tranquil woman, standing in a loose
fitting wool cardigan. The brand of the Sunburst Star scared her forehead in a
grim simmer of the light."Room for many." She mumbled gruff with a dry cough,
Maggie moved forward into the light, it still burned her eye that made it weep
a soft tear. There was a old man and child to off to the side, the woman moved
closer shuffling her feet in her badly warn shoes. "Here," Maggie tore the
bread into segments and past it around.
They each took a piece of the bread, eating it as quick as it entered their
hands, all expect the older man who seemed to be suffering from some kind of
illness.
The tranquil looked up at Maggie wiping the crumbs from her lips, "Your eye."
She moved closer and gently ran a hand over the side of her face, Maggie moved
back quickly, she hated being touched and all forms of contact, "Please forgive
me miss." She held her hand but seemed unfazed by Maggie's movements. "There
was once a healer here, he used to look after us, now he is gone and yet we
remain here." Her voice was dull, she almost sounded bored.
"He was kind to us." The man mumbled his long dirty beard moved with his words.
"Where did he go?" She asked.
 
'Away.' Said the voice in here head.
 
She moved the hands to head and tired to cover her ears. "Voices, do you know
how to stop the voices?" The man shock his head, "We all hear voice's, woman
and children, screams of the gallows."
 
"Angry spirits," said the young boy.
"Yes child and spirit's."
 
"Am I hearing a spirit?" She didn't know what was happening, she had only
started hearing when she was given the book.
"Only you could tell." He shrugged watching back at the child, he gave most of
his bread to kid, "Eat, you'll get sick and no one around here will heal you."
 
"Are you spirit?" She asked out loud.
 
'Yes,' it replied.
 
 
___
 
Day 67)
 
 
A knock was at the door, it knocked once than twice.
 
She opened the door, to find herself face to face with a whited haired elf
holding a box in his hands, "May I come in?" Fenris swallowed hard looking down
at the sickly battered girl, her blue twitched and following his lyrium scars
on his arms, "You may...say..." She muttered incoherently, "Ah, good."
 
Fenris felt awkward entering this house again, it felt wrong and the house
didn't smell right. He moved the box to his other hand and placed it down at
his feet as he sat in the leather chair in the living room, the child was so
skinny, almost elf like, he breathed hard as he watched her blonde hair flicker
as she moved across the room.
"I am.." He gave a muffled coughed, "Fenris." Maggie tilted her head, "I am
Rat... I mean, well...Maggie apparently." Fenris gave a sad, little dry laugh,
"Don't worry, I've been there." He tried to smile but her sickly appearance
made him almost feel uncomfortable.
 
Maggie looked at Fenris, he was the strangest person she'd ever seen, even more
so than the dwarf, "I like your sword." Fenris slowly reached back and pulled
his sword from his back and laid it over his lap, "It's a Blade of Mercy," He
lifted it up with his hands and it gently glowed bright illuminating the room.
"Wow." She muttered and stepped back staring at the magical blade, Fenris
smirked than lowered back to his knee, "May I hold it.." She stopped herself
from continuing. Fenris moved the blade forward holding pommel out for her to
hold, "Be careful, it's heavy and very sharp."
 
Maggie grasped the dark leather grip and held it up with all her strength, the
blade was bigger than her,"How many people have you killed with it?" 
"Perhaps too many." Fenris had no idea how to answer such a question and yet he
smiled as the young girl held his sword in her hands, she may be a mage but
she'd make a fine warrior as well. 
"I once killed a man with a sword, not like this, but it was big and heavy, he
made stupid sounds when he died." She smiled not taking her eye of the heavy
blade as she held it up, the light slowly beamed from the well crafted Tevinter
metal that made her grasp in awe.
 
"Aye, men do, I was in Tevinter recently where I killed a Magister and he too
made stupid sounds while he died." Fenris fell back into the chair and patted
over his hair, he questioned for a moment whether he should be even discussing
such a thing with this child.
"So, why did you kill the man?" He asked curiously.
"He touched me, I don't like being touched." She blinked her eye at him, he
understood that well.
"Where did he touch you?"
 
"Everywhere." She looked away than handed the blade back to Fenris. He clenched
his jaw with those words, he was sickened by them to his very bones. "I am glad
you killed him than," Fenris moved to his belt and pulled out a long dagger of
elvish craft sheathed in dragon hide leather. "Here, take it." he flipped it
around and pointed the grip towards her, "Just be carful with it." Maggie
nodded and held the long knife in her hands as she felt over the soft leather.
"I ah, got you something else... I know it's..." He stopped himself from
speaking and he lifted the box and opened its lid, reaching in he past her a
small object wrapped in a blanket. Maggie's hands grasped it softly and started
unwrapping it confused, "What is it?" She looked at it hesitant. Fenris
swallowed hard, he knew it was a stupid idea,"It's a doll." She tilted her head
at him, blinking her one eye over and over.
 
 "It's stupid and ugly, it servers no peruse at all."
"I ah, see you're point..." Maggie grabbed it and tossed it into the flame of
the fireplace, "Now I have given it a peruse,"She smiled back with a toothy
grin.
"Wise choice, I ah have something else, but not for the fire." He ruffled
through the box and pulled a book, holding it in his hands, "It's a book."
 
"I can see that," She tilted her head.
 
Fenris coughed uncomfortable, "A book on- Shartan," he cracked his neck to the
side as he looked at the girl, "Can you read?"
"I can...but I can't, read it to me?"  Maggie edged forward towards the strange
elf, sitting besides him on the armrest of the chair, as he opened the book to
the first page and began to read the book he had once learnt to read with
Hawke.
 
 
Day 72)
 
"Varric," Fenris' voice called through the door, "Come in, broody."  Varric
scoffed loud, clucking his pen down on his desk and moving his paperwork around
and shuffling it neatly into place, "Maggie!" He saw the young girl poke her
head around the door curiously.
"Come...sit, so are you doing okay, do you everything you need, his he looking
after you well enough?-Maker help him if he isn't." Varric looked back at the
elf with a sneer as he leaned against the back wall with his arms crossed.
 
Maggie nodded fast with a her cheeky grin, "Look!" She pulled something from a
roughly tied leather belt around her waist, "It's from dragon!" She made a low
growling muffled roar, than pulled out the shiny sliver dagger and held it
tight in her grasp. "Hey, I remember killing that dragon-- wait." Varric looked
back at Fenris and snapped loud at him,"Fenris you don't give children
knifes!!" Wait...was she even child, it had been at least fourteen-thirteen
years since Hawke left, the size of her made him forget.
 
Fenris moved his shoulders up into a shrug without a care in the world.
 
"Great, just great." Varric felt over his face, "I need a word with the kid,
alone."
"I'll be outside the Keep than." Fenris tilted his head looking back at Varric
once more with a stare of dread.
 
Maggie edged forward, shuffling her chair closer to the desk, looking at every
single object that was placed onto it, "That's that?" She poked at a unknown
object, "Oh that," He held up the little wooden figure of a elf with a bow,
"Iron bark, Daisy sent it to me back in the days of the Inquisition." He smiled
remembering his fond memories of those days and Daisy. "Inquisition?" Maggie
repeated slowly.
"Yup, I was there, wish I wasn't though." He shrugged with a laugh, "Craziest
shit I had ever seen." However he wouldn't have changed it for the world not
have been there, he made friends and he felt like he slightly contributed to
making the world a better place, even if it was his fault to begin with.
 
 "So, kid, I have been thinking about what you asked about, you're parent's
death and all, I have only few leads and suspensions, but I'll give you what I
know, alright?"
Maggie nodded her head, placing her dagger back in her belt as she placed her
hands to her lap, "Tell me, please."
 
'Tethras, names, locations.' She ignored the voice in her head as best she
could, pushing it to the side in her mind.
 
"Alright, but I need you to tell me what you're going to do with this
information?"
"Fenris could help me write a letter to them maybe, I don't know yet..." She
lied, holding back her breath she held her blood lust in and hid it away from
Varric's site.
 
"These are only leads of suspension though kid, nothing is set in stone, if it
was..." He paused blankly, "I could have killed them myself." 
 
Varric pulled out the folder hidden by the books still on his desk, his heart
ached as held the cream coloured folder slowly opening it, "A lot of these
people, are different now... I know them, they aren't bad people... Just...
Kid, don't get yourself killed, alright?" Varric didn't like the idea of
fueling this girls pain, but she was right, she deserved to know, he would want
to know.
 
Clearing a path on his desk Varric opened the folder and pulled the contents
out, swiping it out onto the desk, "First suspect." Varric swallowed hard,
pulling out a tarot card and placed it hard down on the desk with a slap.
 
"Ex Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford, Kid you must heed me when I tell you he's
different know, he was once very distrustful of mages, I heard he might of had
something to do with the ordering the death warrant of Anders, maybe even
Hawkes... But it's just a rumour as far as I know."
 
'Location,' The voice pounded her head.
"...Where is he?" She asked.
"He moved on after the Inquisition disbanded, he know lives in a little farm
out of Lothering but he travels to Denerim every few months."
"Who else?" She picked up the card looking painted man. 
 
"Second Suspect."
"Former Seeker Pentaghast,Cassandra Pentaghast." He slapped down another card
facing toward Maggie. "She know goes by a new more colourful title,'Divine
Victoria,' I heard she may have been one of the people who gave up Hawke's
location at the time."
 
"Where is she now?"
"Dunno kid, she travels around, but if you get in contact with a 'Nightingale
Leliana' she may be able to tell you more, she might even know few extra things
about Hawke, she has a way of finding out things... I never could get much out
of her, but you might."
Maggie pulled the Cassandra's card up to her view of site, looking down at the
card and feeling over the rough edges of the paint.
 
"Last but not least, if anyone hand in Hawke's death it was him,"
Varric pulled the last card out and placed it on his desk,  "Prince Sebastian
Vael of Starkhaven, I bet you all my gold it was that bastard that killed
Hawke." Varric swallowed hard, his teeth clenched in his mouth with the words
of his name."Starkhaven?"Maggie repeated.
"Yeah, it's a shitty excuse of a city, why it has a flowerily pansy prince, I
don't know."
 
He wasn't wrong about it being shitty, she thought trying not laugh, "Cullen,
Cassandra and Sebastian- Is that all?" 
"Yeah kid, I told you I didn't have much, there would be more, but those are my
key leads..."
"And this Leliana could tell me more, you say... Where is she?"
"Don't know, just send her a raven and I am sure she'll find you," Varric
leaned back in his chair collecting the paper back and neatly packed it back
into the folder passing it to Maggie, "You do what you need too kid, just don't
cause trouble, these are powerful, high placed people... Don't get yourself
hurt, we can't lose another Hawke."
 
Maggie nodded her head swiftly grasping the folder in one hand and the cards in
the other as she left Varric's office and headed down the stairs of the
Viscounts Keep, she had everything she needed now, now it was time to plan,
plan for what she had install for these three people, they would regret
everything they did to her mother and father, and she would have them begging
for mercy before she felt their blood spill on her hands.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     That feeling you get when your chapter starts to sound like a Dark
     Brotherhood quest...shit... XD
      
     -- The Magister Fenris speaks of his Dorian's Father... (Because why
     not)
***** Half Blood and Half Crazy. *****
Chapter Summary
     I am defiantly half crazy for writing this.
     A little of plot and a lil of awkward intimacy...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                          Half Blood and Half Crazy.
                                        
 
 
"Cullen Rutherford" Maggie muttered to Fenris as he sat at the kitchen table in
the Hawke's estate, "Mhm?" Fenris replied half sleep with his elbows on the
table. "I am going to kill him." Maggie moved closer with his tarot card in her
hands placing it down on the table in front of Fenris.
Fenris picked up the card and looked at it long and hard, "The ex templar, you
can't kill a former Knight Captain, he'd be far too skilled with a blade,
unless...unless you kill him while he sleeps, or isn't watching." Fenris
thought long and hard.
 
"Wait, why do you want him dead?!"
 
"Because I do, they helped murder my parents Fenris." Maggie huffed with the
folder in her arms as she placed it down in front of him, "Look at it." Fenris
moved his hands over it slowly opening it, the detail made his head spin,
"Maggie..."
 
"No, I want them dead, all of them."
"All?- there would have been more than just three people involved." Fenris
flicked through the papers making sure to look at every single page. "You
realize you'll have to go to Fereldan, right?"  He placed the folder down with
a thump on table, looking back at Maggie twinge with anger. "Yes, I am aware
Fenris." She paced back and forward frustrated and deeply annoyed. "And how
exactly do you plan to afford such a trip?" Boarding a passage to Denerim from
the docks of Kirkwall wasn't exactly cheap.
 
"You have money, don't you?"  
 
Fenris fell back in his chair with his palm against his face, his eyes closed
than took a deep breath, "Enough for maybe two tickets one way."
"Two?" She asked.
 
Fenris wasn't about to let his daughter travel to Fereldan by herself and get
killed, he owed Hawke that much at least. "I will go with you, but when this is
over..." Maggie butted in and threw down the other cards, "It ends, when they
end!" Her voice was loud and crisp as clear as ever. "The Divine and a
Prince?!"
Fenris felt nervous, something he hardly ever felt, killing Magisters was one
thing but a Divine and a Prince, made his bones ache. "We could use poison?" He
mumbled out loud, "No, I want to kill them will my bare hands, or my magic...
Either, I am not too fussed over little details," she smiled with her toothy
grin and her fringe swept over her blind eye. 
 
"You can't just walk into the Chantry and kill the Divine, nothing is ever that
simple." This was a bad idea, he shouldn't have given her false hope that he
would let this happen, he couldn't. His stomach twisted making him feel ill,
but how could he deny her vengeance when he would never let go of Danarius,
Fenris would of never let him go, so why would he deny her this?
 
"Maggie, I need to think, give this time... I'll get the money somehow, just
give me some time to think about this." She nodded her head briefly and walked
to the front door and left slamming the door behind her in the dead of night.
Fenris wiped his face tired, her blonde hair in his mind, there was no way she
was his, was there? She had to be Anders', it was only one time with Hawke,
just that one time...
 
 
Fenris thought back on that moment as he closed his eyes.
 
 
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                         Almost fourteen years ago... 
 
 
 
It was a strange night, Danarius was dead and so was his sister. He sat in his
mansion in Hightown with Hawke in the other chair in front of him, wine bottle
in hand, she makes him laugh and jests about Danarius's death, how begged mercy
like a mabari begging for a treat. Fenris watched Hawke smile and her soft
girly giggle, she was truly a marvel, why he left her all those years ago just
seemed trivial now.
Hawke smiled and sipped on the bottle of the wine, it glistened and dripped
onto her lips softly as her glossy lips shone in the light of the flickering
candles. He shouldn't have left her, he thought to himself as he watched her
lick the deep garnet wine from her lips with a single flick her tongue. Fenris
had left Hawke before anything had even started, just one kiss he had stolen
before he broke it off and she ran off to the mage doctor in his rat hole of a
clinic.
What did Hawke see in Anders, the chauvinistic mage who would yap endlessly
about the plight of abominations, he sipped on the wine as it went to his head
slowly. Maybe it was because Anders was pretty and blonde, or maybe she just
prefers tall men, tall men who are good at handling their staves no doubt,
Fenris chuckled out loud to his silent joke.
 
"What's so funny?" Hawke's smile out-shone the candle between them.
"Nothing," He tired to smile back but it was something he found hard to do.
"Well fine than broody, keep your secrets." She smiled back pressing the bottle
to her lips and her fingers tapped at the hem of her top. Fenris gazing at
Hawke was obvious to everyone except him, he longed for her and his body ached
to feel her lips one more time, even know she ran off, even know she choose the
one person he hated most, he still loved her and he doubted if would ever move
on, how could he with her always around.
Watching her smile and laugh made his heart ache, seeing her come close to
death over and over did his head in but nothing was as bad as seeing her with
Anders. Whenever he called her 'Love' or he overhead him gushing about her in
his clinic to his patients, the way they acted in The Hanged Man after a long
day and she would sit in his lap and play with his hair. Everything about
Anders sickened him, how could she love a abomination, it wasn't right.
"Hawke," He loved the sound of her name, so strange yet so perfect on the end
of his tongue.
 
"I should be getting home now, mother will...oh mother's dead, isn't she...I
forgot, it's funny how that keeps happening..." Hawke looked down at the bottle
and took another sip as she tried to stand but her legs where wobbly like
jelly, "Shit Fenris, you have gotten' me blind drunk, what will people say?!"
She laughed to mask her pain.
"Hawke you can stay here, you are always welcome too." Hawke clenched her jaw,
she knew it was a wrong idea to stay here the night, but she didn't see the
harm with her head clouded with alcohol. 
 
"Fenris, am I going to have to sleep on your floor for your little sleep over,
or--"
"You can have the bed Hawke." Fenris muttered dryly looking back at his
welcoming bed.
"Damn and I was hopping for a pillow fight and for you to braid my hair
Fenris." She giggled intoxicated by the strong wine. Fenris would like nothing
more to feel Hawke's hair in between his fingers, to feel how glossy and silky
her short raven hair was, but he resisted, like he always did and he hated
having to be so distant. 
"Come Hawke, bed time for you." Fenris stood his legs were far more stable than
he thought, but his head spun as soon as he stood, Hawke laughed when he held
his head with both his hands clenching his forehead tight. "Too much wine for
little Fenrisss?" She giggled with a her perfect smile, "Far too much it would
seem." He edged closer to Hawke with his hand out for her, Hawke grabbed it her
soft feminine fingers, their fingers entwine in a soft grasp and Fenris scooped
her up into his arms holding Hawke tight with her legs dangling over his
forearm, "Gee you are stronger than you look Fenris!" Hawke laughed high as
Fenris stumbled grasping her tight, "Hawke, my greatsword weighs more than
you." He looked down at her and smiled but this time he didn't have to fake it,
he was happy to have her in his arms.
 
With a soft oomph Fenris dropped her into his bed, she looked so perfect there
and happy, the way she smiled he'd always remember that smile was for him and
him alone. Hawke still had Fenris' hand as she laid their blissful, "Hawke I am
going to need my hand back."
"Oh because you'll be needing that tonight," Hawke laughed at her own crude
humour as Fenris shook his head.
"Come on Fenris speak dirty to me," Hawke smiled with her words far to drunk to
comprehend anything she was saying, "Your boyfriend smells of cat piss and
wears old lady robes, dirty enough?" Fenris smiled down at Hawke her fingers
rubbed against his so gently that it made him ache for her more, "Oh my god,
you are so right!" She giggled loud then snorted, which made her laugh louder. 
Hawke grabbed Fenris' hand pulling him down on top of her in his tiny single
bed, "HAWKE!" He yelled as he tiny frame crashed down on top of her, "That's it
Fenris, you're in for it now." Hawke wrapped her arms and legs around Fenris'
body clenching him tight so he couldn't move or wiggle out from under her
grasp. "You have now entered Hawke's prison of the criminally injustice
Fenris,pay the fine or do the time." Fenris laid their still with Hawke's legs
utterly wrapped around his waist in bed and her arms around his neck.
"What's this fine?" Fenris hissed at her as she breathed heavy against his neck
which sent shivers down his spine and stung his scars. "A kiss, just one." She
purred against his ear, "No." He said bluntly but didn't move, he wished he
could say yes, it would be the most perfect moment of his life even better than
killing Danarius. "Then lay here all night Fenris, between my legs in my
prison." His scars ached more from her full on touching and he tried to wiggle
once more but to no avail, one kiss he could do that, it would keep Hawke happy
and she would leave him alone, just one. He faced Hawke tilting his head to her
as much as he could, "Where?"
"My lips where else, unless you have something kinky in mind." She winked
drunkenly.
Fenris didn't have anything kinky in mind which shocked him after all his
endless flirting with Isabela that meant nothing to him at all, Isabela just
ceased his cravings for Hawke once in awhile, but it was only ever that.
"Hawke..." He muttered softly looking into her two big cobalt blue eyes,
"Fenris stop being a friget and kiss me," Hawke snarled, gripping her arms and
legs tighter, 'Go to Anders than,'He wanted to say or did he want to say it, he
knew if he did, she would, and than she would be in Anders bed right now and
not his.
One kiss, he could do that, just one tiny kiss, he had enough willpower for
that. "Hawke it would be a lot easier if you let go of me," He found it hard to
reach his face to hers, "If I let go you'll run away again." Fenris heart ached
more now and his body felt cold, he regretted that moment so much, maybe he
always would but now he regretted it more than ever. "Hawke, I won't, I
promise." He mumbled back to her feeling desolate. Hawke's arms slowly let go
with his promise, freeing him from her tight grasp as she laid there underneath
him, so tiny and so petite. "One kiss, Hawke...that's it." She nodded her head
with a simple understanding, Fenris breathed in heavy and swallowed hard, it
was just a kiss and yet he didn't understand why it felt so hard, just one
simple kiss.
Fenris leaned in close his hands clenching the sheet on his bed and the smell
wine on Hawke's breath filled his nose as his lips softly touched hers, she
just laid there not kissing back, she wanted Fenris to take charge and he
didn't know how too, he was used to following her orders. He tilted his head
softly and kissed her plump bottom lip, Hawke arched her knees against Fenris'
thighs as the kiss deepened, her hands drifted to the back of his hair. Hawke
enjoyed feeling Fenris' freedom as she groomed her fingers through the back of
his soft white air as smooth lips and face pressed against her, his lips where
so full of passion and maybe even rage the way he kissed her, this wasn't one
kiss however and yet she didn't mind one bit.
Fenris knew to let go, this was enough, one kiss was done but he was locked
into this never ending kiss he had started now. "Fenris....Fenris...." Hawke
mumbled as her knees ran along his sides sending shivers down his spine with
forbidden lust and desire. Hawke's hands let go of his hair and drifted down
his back to the front of his chest slipping her hands under his shirt feeling
over his bare chest, which made his scars hurt even more but this time didn't
mind at all. "Pala em,"  Hawke spoke seductively in what sounded like elvish
yet Fenris had no idea what it meant... "Hawke," He broke off from the kiss for
a second to sneer at her, Hawke giggled in between the heat of passion, "Fuck
me," Hawke kissed back her soft tongue sliding against Fenris' lips, "I learned
it from Merrill." She chuckled more then bit his lower lip.
He stopped kissing her to stare down at her underneath him, "I do not believe
that would be a wise idea," Hawke shook her head with a smile, "You're body
says otherwisssse," she felt over his aching breeches with her soft kneading
finger tips, "Hawke...." Fenris looked her in the eyes that said no but he
wanted more, far more and Hawke could sense it.
Fenris closed his eyes briefly as she moved her hands up to his hips and with a
pop of his waistband she slipped a hand into his breeches, "You are bigger than
I thought, Fenris." She giggled while grasping his stiffness tight in her hand.
"HAWKE!" He hissed not being able to move while being in her clingy little
grasp. Hawke's thumb moved over him in soft stroke, "Mhm, but what are you
going to about it Fenris, I have you here...in the palm of my hand..." She
winked.
 
"Hawke, this feels..." 'Amazing or perfect' were words in his head, "Wrong."
"So wrong it's right." She reached up and kissed his lips one more time moving
her hand gently with each kiss. "Hawke....Please...." He clenched his jaw, he
tried so hard to resist and she was making it so hard, so fucking hard, on a
number of levels.
 
"I am going to fuck you now Hawke." Fenris voice was deep with desire and his
self barriers that kept him resisting where now getting eaten away by his heavy
lust for Hawke. "No, no..." her finger went to his lips, "Say it in elvish and
use your deepest broodiest voice, that shit is sexy as fuck," She moaned
lightly resting her head back on the pillow, "Pala em, Hawke," Fenris voice
cracked dark and low just how she wanted it. "Oh my god....." She purred with a
giggle.
 
"Hawke, you're going to have to let go of my--"
"Mhm...fine...hey did you just thrust hips in my hand?" Hawke pursed her lips
looking up at Fenris.
"No." Fenris lied, his face going slightly flusted.
 
"Hawke.." she slipped her hand away, "Lucky I am feel merciful tonight." She
smirked with lust, lust for Fenris.
Fenris pushed her plaid skirt up started reefing down her smallclothes.
"Fenris," her soft voice spoke, "Mhm." He replied with a mumble while pulling
them down her thighs and off the edge of her toes. "You know that lyrium thing
you do...."
"No Hawke."
"Damn, because if you could do it everywhere--"
"No."
 
"Fine... But it would be interesting...."
"That it would be..." Fenris smirked down at her with a cheeky grin.
 
Fenris moved about and slowly started slipping down his breaches pulling them
off and to the side, "Fenris.... About us being still half dressed, is this---"
"Hawke, please...my scars hurt from touching...."
Hawke signed loud, "Well whatever floats your goat Fenris."
"Boat, Hawke... Goats don't float."
"Everything floats when it's dead Fenris." She hissed, "So hurry the fuck up."
 
Fenris shook his head and moved over her as she wiggled around him and lifted
her legs around his waist, "Is this okay?" Fenris nodded and started to edge
closer...and closer to her. "faster." She mumbled, she was such a needy
demanding woman, he thought with a snarl. Fenris pushed into her hard and fast
that made her squeak slightly, "Too fast!!"
 
Fuck her and her stupid floating goats he thought, pounding into her harder and
faster, she leaned her head back and moaned ever so lightly as his pace became
more steady, "Fenrissss." She moaned deep in between his paces, "oooohhh," she
gripped the back of his shirt tight, "Oh my god, if only you did that lyrium
thing..." she moaned, trying to egg him on, "No."
"You are no fun."
 
Fucking her would be so much more pleasurable if only she would shut up he
thought to himself... "Hawke I am about too..." He questioned whether to tell
her or not.
 
"Already? Shit, you suck Fenris." She laughed high.
"Thanks Hawke."
 
 Fenris finished up and pulled out laying next to her with a puffed breath, was
he really that bad, the way she moaned said otherwise, "Hawke you really
didn't-"
"Nuh, twice... I just didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be cocky
about it." She smirked brushed her hair from her face, that made Fenris feel a
little bit better anyway.
"I am going to sleep now Fenris." She mumbled as she moved her head to his
chest and softly feel asleep in his arms.
"Goodnight Hawke." He whispered, kissing her forehead.
 
 
...
 
When Hawke woke up in the morning everything was different, nothing from that
night mattered anymore, nothing he said made any difference, Hawke was in a
rage, "I can't believe I did this.... I can't" She picked up her sprawled
clothes over the floor, "Hawke.." Fenris muttered, "I am sorry, I didn't mean
too-"
"Fenris, stop... Nothing you say can change anything, I am with Anders." She
shook her head and her bare feet slapped against the cold ground of his house.
"But Hawke..."
"No Fenris, you had your change age's ago... I loved you and yet you crushed
me!" She snarled back. "I am so stupid." She mumbled heading towards the door.
"Nothing ever good comes from us being together." She muttered bitterly.
 
"Hawke..." Fenris tried to call out to her but she already had slammed the door
behind her."But, I love you." He whispered softly.
 
 
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Fenris opened his eyes and he was back in Hawke's estate, he was here alive and
yet she was dead and her bones were dust and there was nothing he could do
about it, he clenched his sword in his hand, a gift from her, running his
fingers against the blade where maybe her fingers were once. Fenris had once
loved Hawke and maybe he still did.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I hope no one minds the little flashbacks, I think they work
     nicely... sorry about the awkward intimacy...okay, I don't normally
     write that kinda stuff... that's why I fill it with half baked jokes
     to make myself feel less awkward XD
***** Maker, Can you Hear Me? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                            Maker, Can you Hear Me?
 
 
When Maggie slammed the door as she was greeted by the fresh air of the night,
so clean and pure. She wiped her blonde hair from her face and walked down
Hightown, the houses towered over her blocking the night sky from her view of
site. A cold breeze filled the air and chilled her to her bones, as she moved
her hands to her arms and followed a flicker of light in the distance.
Light and smoke glistened as she came closer to the source, it was the old
bearded man again sitting by the fire with his hands out warming himself over,
"Girl, come closer these eye's can't see you." Maggie moved forward into the
light, "I have one eye and I can see better than you old man." She smiled at
him putting her hands out to the warmth of the fire, they now shared. "What
happened to your eye?" He mumbled under the weight of his dirty dark brown
beard. "Templars."
"That's the way of the world isn't it." He rubbed his hands together for
friction, "No it's not, what kind of shit is that?" Maggie's rage boiled her
mana in her blood, templars had no right to what they did to mages or what they
did to her. "It's the truth child, the sad truth...you can not change the
world, I know this, I have lived many years and seen many different things."
 
"What have you seen?- tell me something, anything."
"Sit." He tapped the ground with his gloved hand, pealing off his woolen
blanket off as he tossed it to her, "Keep warm." Maggie didn't refuse, she felt
frozen by the cold breeze, she sat down next to the old man and wrapped herself
in its warmth.
"What do you want to hear about?" His voice was cracked, dry and raspy as it
whispered over the heat of the flame. Maggie watched the fire twirl and dance
endlessly, she loved watching it, it was truly beautiful how the fire moved and
flickered in the breeze, embers popped and crackled as the old man stoked the
fire with a long stick.
"Do you have any tales of the doctor?" Maggie loved to hear tales and stories,
something that made her leave this world even for a moment was a blessing, but
hearing something about her parents made them feel close, the people she had
never known, she was taken too soon and yet she still had a spot for them in
her heart, even know it felt like a clunk of bitter coal now.
 
"The doctor from Darktown." He seemed amused.
"What's wrong?"
"That is what all little mages want to hear about," He held a hand to his mouth
with phlegmy cough.
"Well, I still want to hear it." 
 
 "The doctor was a good man plagued with one heart and the minds of two." The
old man began talking with his dry old voice. Varric had told Maggie about
Justice, her fathers spirit, It had made her question her own, whether it was
the same or not. Ander's was possessed, he had let in a spirit to take him
over, Maggie had not and she didn't feel possessed nor did she ever let one
in. 
"His hair was warm, the colour of honey, the same colour as yours." His boney
fingers prodded towards her, "And he had a wife, a young girl with hair like
raven feathers."
"He didn't have a wife." Maggie corrected the old man, "Didn't he?- I thought
he did, or was I told otherwise..." He paused for a moment, "I am pretty sure
he had a wife." His head tilted in the air, waves of thoughts washed over him,
"I have a hard time remembering now."
 
Maggie shook her head at the old fool, "Do you remember anything right?"
"I remember the day the Chantry exploded, mages filled the streets with the
blood of innocence and abominations ran wild, templars crazy with power locked
any and all of us away until he freed us from the jaws of the Gallows, or at
least he thought he did."
"Thought?" She asked softly, clenched the blanket tight.
"We will never be free while we still have something to lose, child."     
"Like?"
 
"Ourselves."
 
 
Day 70)
 
The spirit in her head was mostly quiet today, just glimmers of whispers here
and there, 'Cullen Rutherford,' was the only name she was hearing now. Maggie
woke every morning hearing the name being whispered over and over, she knew
that he must come first, and that meant she must head for Denerim.
Maggie had spent most her day writing out a letter to'Leliana' taking Varric's
advise, she had to know everything and hopefully she would know more about her
mother and fathers death, Leliana had to know something, Varric said she would.
The spirit had helped her write, slowly whispering the words in her ear, the
final word was 'Raven,'  and so she sent the letter off, hopefully to finding
Leliana where ever she was.
 
 
Day 71)
 
Maggie spent the day with Varric, she knew she'd be leaving soon and she wanted
to spend her last day with him, all he ever did was help her, he was the first
person to ever show her kindness.
"Varric so I have been thinking-" She held the cards Varric had past to her in
her hands, he wanted to teach her how to play but she wasn't interested in such
thing and it didn't make sense to her.
 
"Mhm, kid?"
"The Maker, he's a god right, and gods are powerful and they know everything."
"I suppose so, kid." Varric believed in The Maker but never thought on the hard
details before, he was mainly just glad Maggie had stopped endlessly rhyming
everything she said.
 
"Yet, I don't understand."
"Understand what?" He tilted his head placing the cards down on the desk,
watching her talk softly.
"I am branded a walking sin because of something I might do, I was born this
way, I had no control over it and yet even if I was to use my abilities for
good, in his eye's I'll always be seen as something wicked." Maggie paused
briefly taking a large breath.
 
"Templars, they abuse, torture and rape mages, and yet they are better?!"
"Maggie, it's--- I am not the person you should discuss this with."
 
"I am going to kill the Divine, Varric." She whispered so no one would hear
her.
"WHAT?" Varric slammed his hands down on the desk loudly, that was the very
last thing he expected to hear from this little girl, there was no way she
could just walk into a Chantry and kill the Divine, little alone Cassandra,
"You can't! ... I mean you physically can't kid, shit... She kills dragons with
that stare of hers alone." He felt over his face with a high level of stress,
"I know that Varric, I am young but I am not a idiot, I sent Leliana a letter
about---"
 
"What did you just say, please repeat that....wait don't...." Varric stared at
the girl, she looked more like Hawke more than ever before, sassy and stubborn
to get what she wants. Varric thought about it for moment, his mind rushing
over everything and what she had just said, but it was brilliant, as much as he
hated the idea of Cassandra's death, if there was one person who could help
take her out it would Leliana, and it would put her first line for the next
Divine, it would be a win-win opportunity, something even Leliana would never
back out of, especially with her contacts, all she was missing was the final
piece, Maggie a sickly looking child would be the most unsuspecting assassin to
take that blow.
"SHIT." Varric yelled. "Maggie, you can't... You'll-"
"I'll be fine." She rolled her eyes at Varric.
"Maggie..." Varric nagged like whining parent.
"I came from Starkhaven Varric, you're leads were right..." She whispered
softly not wanting to bring back memories of the Chantry tower from below.
"The Chantry..." Varric signed loud, "You where kept there?!"
"Underneath..."
Varric clenched his jaw tight, if his work was right, if these people had a
hand in Hawke's death than they deserved to die, even worse. "Maggie, I am not
saying this right...cause it's not-"
"Cullen is first, than Cassandra than the Prince..." She muttered slowly, the
list the spirit in her hand had planned out for her.
Varric didn't know if Cullen deserved that fate, but he would leave that up to
her, this was her thing and he wouldn't get the way as long as she wasn't in
danger. "When you go after Vael, I want in." Varric muttered to her softly, his
words only heard by her.
"Deal."
 
Varric looked back at his case holding Bianca, it was about time she got to
come out again and had a little fun, "Are you taking Fenris?" He asked swiftly.
"Yes." Maggie replied.
"Good." Varric smirked leaning back in his leather chair.
 
 
Day 72)
 
Two passes to Ferelden's Denerim she held in her hand as she docked the large
wooden ship with Fenris at her side, it would take a little over two weeks to
reach their destination. Two weeks of planning how she was going to end the
lives of everyone who took her parents away from her.
 
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Chapter End Notes
     Let's get this show on the road!!
     Planning the assassination of the Divine is going to be so- oh my
     god....
     Thank you to everyone who comments nice things too, I am glad some
     people enjoy my insane plots...
     But the irony is that I used to get harsh comments about butchering
     Characters, but now I am doing it literally and no one seems to
     mind... XD
     Yet..anyway... Just wait till you read Cullen's chapters... (Which
     are coming up next...YAY)
***** The Queen of Hearts. *****
Chapter Summary
     A little humour between the doom and gloom never hurt anyone...
     Unless you are Fenris, that is...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                             The Queen of Hearts.
 
 
 
Day 88)
 
Fenris held the rails of the ship as they began to see distant land, his head
slumped over the side and his white hair dangled over the edge. His fringe
swished in the air of the open sea and he spat down at the ocean with a long
phlegmy drip hanging from his lips, Fenris never found his sea legs aboard the
ship and had been throwing up for the last two weeks.
 
Maggie watched him while sitting on the rails, the sea didn't bother her, not
many things did anymore. 'Cullen Rutherford.'The voice rang in her mind, she
closed her eyes and he felt close, and yet so far away, Cullen was going to die
by her hands, she knew it in her heart.
"Fenris." She smile dangling her legs over the rail, the salting water sprayed
against her legs and skin when the waves crashed against the boat and the sun
shone hot against her soft porcelain skin. "Mhmmm." Fenris muttered his mouth
felt disgusting and his throat stung dry.
"You're a wimp, you know that right?" Maggie giggled at with a cheeky grin.
 
Fenris swallowed hard and raised his head, wiping his mouth with the back of
his hand, out of all the children in the world why was his a cheeky little
shit. Fenris replied with a muffled grunt staring into her brazen toothy smile,
her hair blonde hair twirled with the salt water almost in to curls,
"Elves....aren't.....designed...." He swallowed hard, with a thick gulp.
"For....sea...travel."
 
Maggie laughed loud when Fenris threw up again over the side of the boat. "Oh
boohoo, you poor thing." She shook her head and chuckled at the sickly pale elf
and his skinny trampling legs.
Fenris took a large breath and listened to Maggie chuckle as she watched him,
it was irony enough that his child was a mage little alone a twisted little
blonde demon from deepest pits of the void. "I hate...you." Fenris coughed as
clenched the rails so hard with his fingers.
Land, he could see it in the distance, sweet straight land, dirt and earth... 
Fenris had never been to Fereldan before but he had been told it smelt like wet
Mabari's, anything had to better than this though, anything at all.
 
Day 88.5)
 
"Land!" Fenris dragged his legs from the boats dock and landed on his knees,
combing the grass through his fingers, his knees slowly collapsed under his
weight and he fell flat onto his back with his hair pushed back as he looked up
at the cloudy sky. "Fuck you are dramatic." Maggie kicked Fenris with a nudge
of her boot, "Shut up." Fenris hissed back, he wanted to relish this moment as
long as he could, his stomach had finally just settled.
 
The sun was settling as they entered the tall gates of Denerim, it was the
biggest place Maggie had ever seen, the bells on the ships behind them rang
with the breeze and seagulls squawked and flapped their wings. "I guess we
could stay here tonight." Maggie shrugged her shoulders as she looked at what
seemed like a inn or tavern of some kind.
 
"No, not here." Fenris snapped back at her blankly.
"Why not?"
He looked up at the sign, 'The Pearl.' Isabela had told him tale's of this
place, he had no problem with entering it but Varric had already given him hard
time for being a irresponsible parent, 'parent'that word still sounded so wrong
to him, Hawke wouldn't have cared, right...
 
"It's... for adult's."
"Fuck you Fenris, I go where I want." She scoffed as she pushed the wooden door
and entered the establishment, without looking back once.
"MAGGIE." Fenris rushed after her into the tavern.
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Fenris went to grab her arm but he stopped himself, he knew she wouldn't like
it. "Maggie, please...this place..." A half naked elven woman walked past him,
her red hair draped over her shoulders, long and thick..."Its....its...."
"Oh noooo," Maggie raised her hands to her chest, "I saw tits and ass, I am
scared for life." She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.
 
"Fine whatever." Fenris scoffed, "But no telling Varric." He snarled at her,
crossing his arms.
Maggie laughed with a smile as her cheeks finally starting to fill out to a
proper sweet smile. "Mhm." Fenris mumbled as he walked over to the counter, A
young woman stood before him, plump with a red face. "A table and room for
two." He placed a silver coin down on the bench, "Two women or one?" She
grabbed the coin with her oily fingers sticking it in her bust, "Two." Maggie
giggled from behind him.
 
"No, none." He snapped over the top of her.
"Do you have a Quinari, he loooves those." Maggie giggled more.
"One Quinari, but she's expensive." The woman sneezed into her hand and wiped
it onto her apron.
 
"No, no Quinari." Fenris signed.
"Does she have horns, big ones?" Maggie asked with a laugh.
"Yes lil miss, two."
 
"Oh, she's a keeper than."
"NO, NO QUINARI."
"Sir, no yelling in the Pearl, one Quinari it is, please sit." Her hand reached
up pointing to a table on the back right hand side of the room.
 
Fenris went red with rage, this was not his child, it couldn't be, she was
little brat. "You'll be thanking me tomorrow, I know it." She smiled at him as
the reached their table, Fenris had nothing to say to that, he just snarled at
the little girl, why did she have to inherit Hawke's sassy mouth.
 
A young bar wench came to their table and passed out drinks and slid one
towards Maggie, Fenris watched her fill the glass, "Rum?"
"Yes, m'lord."
 
She just kept filling the glass, Maggie grabbed the glass from across the table
and took a large sip, her one good eye blinked a few times and her face
scrunched up as she swallowed hard and placed her tongue out, "Oh my....." She
blinked again... "That burned." She squeaked with a dry voice than coughed
twice. Fenris rolled his eyes at her, and tried to pull the glass from her
hand, "No." She tugged the glass back without losing a drop and hissed like a
wild animal as she took another smaller sip of the rum, "That was slightly
better," her nose was still scrunched up.
 
Fenris took his glass and gave the young girl a quick nod, as she left the
bottle on the table, the rum was honestly the worst he had ever had. 
 
Thirty-five minutes later..
 
"What rhymes with rum?" Maggie's eyes where dark with bags, as she held the
glass in her shaking hand, "Bum...cum." Fenris swayed, looking down at the
almost empty bottle, his fridge covered his face completely. "Shit, you are a
dirty old man." Maggie snarled at him, than laughed high. "I am
not...not...old." Fenris breathed out heavy, reaching for the bottle. "You are
like I....dunno... Forty-something, you're a old fucking man, you already got
grey hair and everything."
 
"It's white not grey, you little shit." Fenris snapped back, bringing the
bottle to his lips.
"Looks grey to me, old man."
 
Fenris felt over his hair with his fingers as he took the last sip of the rum,
it tasted terrible, but it was the only way to get her to stop drinking it.
"Keep going and I'll drop you off at the nearest orphanage." Fenris threatened.
 
"Shit, you are angry little bastard aren't you." Maggie leaned her head back,
brushing her hair from her face.
"You have no idea." Fenris slammed the bottle down on the table causing it to
smash into tiny pieces, "fuck." Fenris mumbled.
 
"Easy now, cowgirl, you gotta' save that tight grip for tight." Maggie giggled
to herself from across the table.
Fenris had forgotten that, he swore he hated this child so much it had to be
Anders', no one else could spawn a more annoying abomination.  
 
"Whoah." Maggie leaned her head back, "What...what?" Fenris moved his head to
the side, he saw the largest Quinari woman he had ever seen, "Shit." She moved
closer, buff and tall, two long silver braids over her horns and she wore tight
black leather.
 
"Me, Beatrice, you buy love time." She huffed deep and burly like a man. 
Fenris shook his head fast and pursed his lips tight, "No."
"Me, not understand, me want little man." She tried to tried to grabbed Fenris
but he pulled back away.
"You, play hard to get?" She moved forward and grabbed Fenris with both her
hands scoping him up with her tight grasp, "PUT... ME... DOWN." Fenris yelled
as Maggie laughed with a daze.
 
"ME WANT LOVE, LITTLE MAN." She squeezed him tighter into her large bosoms.
 
"Woo, go Beatrice, you go take that little man." Maggie raised her fist with a
loud hoot.
 
"Me, do that." She smiled back at Maggie with her one front tooth.
 
 
Fenris signed loud muffled by her bosom.
Chapter End Notes
     I was going to go straight into the Cullen Chapters, but the Pearl
     was so close by... how could I resist?! I have no self control when
     it come to writing terrible humour.
     Like none at all....... XD
     No Fenris wasn't raped...If that what you're thinking... He can punch
     through solid objects, I am sure he is fine... hopefully... *Muffled
     screams come from the distance* Yeahhhh, he's fine.... o_o'
***** Tranquility. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                         [Tranquillity - Vengeance  ]
                                        
                                        
                                 Tranquility.
 
 
 
Day 89)
 
Maggie woke that morning strangled and wrapped in sheets, her feet and arms
tangled making her fall out of bed with a loud thumpon top of Fenris laying
beneath. "Ugh." He signed loud, shoving her off his chest. "Ouch, sorry."
Fenris mumbled and grunted at her apology, his head spun but no worse than on
the ship for the last two weeks. 
 
Maggie rolled to the side like a sausage wrapped in a blanket staring at the
stains on the ceiling, she didn't remember much from last night other than
large Quinari and a burning sensation in her throat. "Fenris."
"Mhm, what is it?" Fenris wasn't in the mood for anything this morning,
everything hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden floor, maybe Maggie was right
about him getting old, the thought made him more grumpy than usual.
 
"How did you, get away from...what was her name..?"
"I don't remember." It was a half lie.
 
"Right, well..." She laid there silent for a moment, "Sorry about the-"
"You're not sorry."
"No, not really." She giggled
 
Demon child, he thought as he stood up from the floor, looking at his sausage
of a daughter. "Do you need help--"
"That would be nice, yes." She wiggled like a grub on the floor.
 
Fenris knew Maggie had a rough past the same as him, he looked down at the
young girl, her hair was mess and one clouded eye, he knew not to ask as much
as he wanted too, she was here now and safe and that's all that mattered,
Fenris wouldn't force her to relive those memories, she could tell him in her
own time, if she choose, but that didn't stop  his thoughts.
 
Maggie shuffled as Fenris untied the restricting blankets around her hands, she
had no idea how it happened, but she knew she tossed and turned in her sleep
often. "Thanks." She rubbed her wrists softly as she began to sit up on the
floor. "I would like to go into the city today." She smiled wide hoping he
would agree, she didn't trust those back alleys of Denerim, trying to get
through Kirkwall when she first arrived was hard enough.
 
"Which district?" Fenris pulled out a rough hide map of Denerim out of one of
his pouches on his leather belt.
 
Maggie tilted her head to the side as a soft whisper rang through her mind
'Market...Chantry...Lion.'
"Is there a Market district?"
"Mhm, yes..." He turned the map to it's side than back down at Maggie sitting
on the floor, "Is there a Chantry there by any chance?"
 
Fenris didn't know, he looked closer to the map and there it was the tiny
marker of a Chantry in the Market Place, how did Maggie know that, something
was off about her but he felt conflicted to ask, "Maggie--"
"What?" She started picking up the sheets and piled them on the bed and with
her fingers she groomed through her thick locks of her blonde hair. "Never
mind." Fenris clenched his jaw.
 
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With the Pearl finally behind them they walked the alleys of Denerim, the size
of Fenris' greatsword kept many of the thugs and bandits away not that Fenris
had minded, he had his share blood on his hands in the past. Fenris looked down
to Maggie as they walked, he still questioned deep down if she was his, he was
still unsure if he wanted her to be, but the idea was starting to grow on him,
it had been awhile since he had a companion and she was slowly growing on him,
besides her smart mouth.
 
"What rhymes with...elves?" She looked up at Fenris pushing her lips to the
side thinking.
Fenris thought for moment, sometimes he wondered why his daughter was so
unusual, if she was anyhow, "Shelves?"
"Mhm, I suppose." She cocked her head to the side.
 
"Why the rhymes?" Fenris asked curiously, was it just a something she enjoyed,
he knew she liked books but he wasn't sure, she seemed to always been thinking
them.
Maggie shrugged as she looked down and kicked a pebble with her foot, "Helps me
keep my mind off...stuff." She didn't want to speak of it, she knew others had
gone through the same things as her, she was no different from them and she had
learned to except it a long time ago.
 
It was coping mechanism of trauma or abuse, he realized this now, he had seen
it before, not the same, but she was young girl just trying to drown her
thoughts out. "I am sorry I asked." His voice was quiet and gentle.
"It's alright, I try not too..." Maggie looked down and fiddled with her thumbs
and fingers, "It just kinda happens when I am stressed or--- yeah." She stopped
herself from talking and pulled her hands away.
"It's alright," Fenris tried to smile for her but he simply couldn't.
 
Maggie looked away for moment, staring ahead but she hated the deafening
silence, "Varric said you had a rough past with mages, but you sided with
mother in the end." Fenris still remembered that day as clear as ever and he
doubted Varric had told her that he didn't at first. "Yes I did, in the end,
Hawke was very persuasive." He chuckled slightly remembering fond memories of
Hawke, but they soon turned to grief in his mind, like ashes sifting through
his fingers.
 
"Do you think less of me because I am a mage?" Maggie asked, she liked to think
Fenris did not, he was gentle and kind to her and he seemed to understand her
more than others did.
 
Twenty years ago that would of been a easy answer yet things weren't so black
and white anymore. He shuddered with the thought of what his younger self would
do in his situation, would he have disowned her completely, shut her out... He
didn't know the answer and he never would, he loved Hawke, and as the years
went by he stopped seeing her as just a mage, just the girl he could never have
and the one he lost.
 
"No." He answered sharp.
 
Maggie felt lighter by the answer and she gave him a small smile of approval.
 
Fenris enjoyed watching her smile, she had the same smile as Hawke and anything
was better than when her cheekiness was pouring out of her mouth, maybe she
really could be his, he did feel different with her, but maybe that was just
her connection to Hawke, needless to say he enjoyed her company whether she was
or not.
 
"What do you think about tranquility?"
 
Fenris had heard this from Anders enough times with his endless yaps about mage
justice, he honestly didn't care of it, but when he thought deeper on the
matter it made him consider it.
 
"It should only be used when necessary." He didn't know whether having a mage
child now would change his mind about mage rights, he found it hard to think
about, he still had so much bottled up rage, Fenris wasn't one to let go of
something, he never did.
 
"What would you do if someone made me tranquil?" Maggie needed to know, if he
thought it was necessary, would he ever justify her being made tranquil, the
voices in her head alone gave the templars enough reason to brand her into a
lifeless husk.
 
Fenris looked down at her, he swallowed hard and looked away slowly in the
distance as they walked the long winding road, the thought of it alone made him
mad and yet he had not thought of it until now.
 
"I would kill them."
 
"Good." She replied sharply.
 
 
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The streets of Denerim widened out, stray cats screamed and hissed and mabari's
barked as children played in the streets. Maggie clenched her silver dagger in
her hand, the leather grip molding against her fingers. Maggie jumped over the
muddy brown puddles in the street, it wasn't exactly how she pictured Denerim,
Hightown had been far nicer than this place.
 
"You said you went to Tevinter recently, is it nicer there than here, please
tell me it is?" Fenris chuckled slightly, he too had questioned the ugliness of
Denerim. "Yes, Minrathous is the largest city in Thedas, it may be beautiful on
the outside but it is hideous within."
"Would you take me there sometime?"
Fenris laughed deep now covering his face with his hand, "That would be
unwise."
 
Maggie cocked her head with confusion. "Why?"
"Lets just say I caused quite a lot of collateral damage last time I was
there." He mustered a smile for the deaths of magisters.
Maggie giggled with his smile, she wondered how much damage they could do
together, probably a lot considering she already blew up a chantry and Fenris
didn't even know about that yet, not that she was plaining too.
 
Fenris shook his head at her at her giggle, as he stared back her blankly not
moving, she blinked three times than tilted her head as if she was trying to
listen to something, what was she doing, "Maggie, what's wrong?"
She didn't reply, she turned to her side ignoring Fenris deep in thought. 
 
'Chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...chantry...'
The voice wouldn't stop in her mind, over and over it whispered to her in harsh
dark tone, full of hate and anger it started to get louder and harsher, she
held her head in her hands and closed her eyes..."CHANTRY...CHANTRY..."
 
"Maggie!" She sobbed holding her head tight, Fenris tried to reach out and
grabbed her hands, he knew he shouldn't but it he did it without thinking.
Maggie screamed and fell back into the mud, he let go as soon as he heard her
blood curdling scream,"NO...NO...NO..." She closed her hands and pulled them to
her chest, "No, touching, no...no...no...no, not you, no, don't, please not,
please...please...please don't." Fenris held his hands close to his chest, he
had no idea what was happening and there was nothing he could do, he had no
Idea how to comfort her. "Please, don't touch me." She sobbed wet in the mud,
splashes of specked mud covered her and in her hair. "Please, please don't,
I'll be good, I promise, I won't scream, I promise, don't hit me, don't." 
 
Fenris kneeled besides her in the puddle of mud, her hands where clenched tight
together and her lips trampled with every word she muttered.
 
"Maggie, what rhymes with templar." He whispered to her as softly as he could.
 
Her lips stop trampling and the pictures in her mind started fading away,
they're not real, they aren't...not anymore... She took a large breath and
faced Fenris, she had never seen him look at her like that before, concern and
worry were in his eyes, he cared her for her, she could tell, real care not
pretend...not like in stories, for real.
 
"Tranquility." She whispered back edging her head forward resting it on his
chest as the sat there in the mud together.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     I honestly feel terrible for torturing this poor girl...
     ___
     I wonder if having a mage child Fenris would start to see mages as a
     whole different...I doubt it, which is sad to think, though it is
     understandable through what he has been through.
     I really enjoy their bond however, I like how he doesn't ask her, he
     doesn't need too, he just simply understands....
     Anyways, lets get to a killing chapter before I get emotional. e_e
***** Serenity. *****
Chapter Summary
     Cullen's Chapter.
Chapter Notes
     Warning this Chapter is 'fairly' brutal... -by my standards anyway...
     XD
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
                                   Serenity.
 
 
 
Soft mists of rain slowly started filling the air till whole rain drops formed
into down pour. Maggie moved forward through the rain as it showered down on
her, drenching her hair and everything she wore. Hair dripped in front of her
eye and stung the other as it battered against her, she stood there in the
center of the market district and looked up at the sky as it rained down gently
flooding the streets of Denerim.
 
'Chantry, Cullen Rutherford.'
 
It was so close, she could be there in minutes, but she stood there and enjoyed
the coldness on her skin. Chilled drops beaded off her skin and dripped over
her lips, Fenris was behind her as he too waited there drenched and cold yet
neither spoke a word. She felt calm, serine, serenity... She closed her eyes
and she saw nothing, no pain and silence now in her mind.
She took a step forward, boots soaking wet down to her socks, each step after
made her feet more wet than the last. Thunder struck in the distance, light and
bright so beautiful, she wished could cast something that beautiful and strong,
the Makers curse but her blessing.
 
"Fuck the Chantry, fuck the templars, fuck everything." She pulled the silver
dagger from her belt and walked forward in fast pace towards Denerim's Chantry.
Fenris followed behind silent as ever, blank and bare. he knew she was ready
and he would help her just as Hawke helped him with Danarius.
Wet flyers on the Chantry board swished in the rain, soaking and soggy they
lifted off their nails and flew off with the breeze down the street. Smoke and
warmth came from the large wooden Chantry doors, Maggie pushed on them with
both hands with her dagger still in hand.
Candles flickered in the dark as the heavy smoke from the floor drifted higher
in the air, it smelt of scented candles, parchment and sage. A large golden
statue lingered in the distance one more foot step she took closer, Fenris
edged closer quiet and as shadow, "I'll stay back hidden, give me a signal if
you need me." He watched Maggie, moving with her but sticking to the deep
shadows of the Chantry.
 
'Cullen Rutherford.'The voice was a deep growl, so dark and angry.
 
Maggie sheathed her blade as she noticed a book in front of her laying near the
never ending amount of candles, rain battered harder on the roof as she held
the book in her grasp looking at the hard leather cover,'Andraste bride of the
Maker.' She heard the whisper loud and clear as she pushed the book on to the
table.
 
A man, Cullen Rutherford, tall sturdy and blonde kneeled before the statue. His
hands and fingers entwined arched and pressed to his forehead, he muttered
something so soft she could hardly hear it.  
Cold his whispers where amongst the darkness and shadows of the Chantry, pits
of fire and flame twirled with smoke and sparking embers. Maggie heard him
mutter more words against the darkness, he asked forgiveness to the Maker, her
stomach twisted in side her, perhaps the Maker had sent her to answer his
prayers.
She moved closer in her wet boots against the hard polished wooden floor,
approaching the man from behind. Maggie stood behind so close she could be his
shadow, drenched from the rain, soaking wet and her blonde hair covering her
face. Something shone bright blue from the distance catching her eye, she
turned to it as it burned in the flame. 'Cullen Rutherford.'The voice growled
deep as her eyes met the man again.
Maggie saw Fenris in the distance watching over her, she didn't fear, he would
protect her, she knew it. Fenris gave her encouraging nod to proceed. A large
breath she took, the air filled her lungs as she blew the hot air at Cullen
from behind.
Cullen jolted with the sudden hot air against his neck, "MAKER," He stood in
shook as turned to the little girl behind him, his heart pounded in his chest,
he hadn't been given a fright like that in years. "Little girl?"  Cullen stared
down at the child, it just stood there and didn't move with her hair covering
her face. She looked wet and cold, possibly starving by the weight of the poor
thing.
"What's wrong?" The child didn't move, except for one blue eye that sifted to
his gaze. Shit, he thought to himself, he had seen abominations less intense
then this child and probably less frightening.  The young girls mouth started
to move into a tiny toothy smile that chilled Cullen to his bones and made his
legs fill numb.
 
"Girl?"
 
"You killed my parents." Maggie clenched her jaw, those words where harder to
say than she first thought, she felt sick by them, he made her feel sick from
being in his presence.
 
Cullen moved down onto one knee to look her in the eye, she was a mage child,
he could see it now, was she like this because of him, so battered and scared
because of his past hatred. Cullen doubted he would remember her parents even
if he asked, he was a former templar and he had ended many lives of mages and
abominations. "I..." He muttered slowly, the child trembled softly and shook
wet and cold. There was nothing he could say to make it right, he knew some of
those mages had children, but he never stopped to think how many became orphans
because of him.
 
"You killed them and then you took me, you took me away from them... Forever
never...never...never to see them again, not ever."
Cullen swallowed deep, he didn't remember doing so, he took many children away
to Circles, but she wasn't from a tower, no...something was off.
Maggie looked down and pulled a bit of parchment out of her belt, the same
drawing she showed Varric, it was now wet and tattered and the colour was
smudged and half ruined but she showed it too him anyway.
"You killed them and than took me!" She growled as dark and deep as the spirit
that spoke to her in her mind.
Cullen's eyes could hardly make out the smudged paper as the colour ran from
the page, "Hawke?" ... "I didn't kill her!!" He cocked his head to the side
confused and flusted with a sharp quick words.
 
"DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." Maggie yelled cold and bitter.
 
The Chantry felt like it was closing over Cullen, so tight it was pulling him
down like a anchor. He couldn't lie here, not in the Chantry, not in the house
of The Maker. "I was there yes, I wasn't the only one, all I did was do my job,
I took you from Hawke, that's all!" Guilt washed over him, as much as he tried
to make up for his past and as much as he tried to move on he couldn't, how
many lives did he personally ruin because of his past hatred.
"You could have chosen not too, you could of protected my mother and father,
yet you choose not too!"
"They blew up the Chantry, they killed Grand Cleric Elthina, they started
everything!!"
"Mother didn't." Her words burned her shattered heart, she felt cold and dark.
"She was a accomplice." Cullen knew what they did to her was wrong, yet he
didn't stop it, he could of and yet he didn't, he wrote the warrants of Anders
and Hawke and he took her babe from her arms as she screamed and cried.
"Maybe, but what does that make you Cullen Rutherford?" He was guilty of crimes
against mages, what he did was for hatred, he would of never done it to a
average woman, no, but Hawke's blood made it acceptable and yet now Cullen was
acceptable to her punishment that she thought worthy.
Fenris moved forward into the light behind Cullen as Maggie gave a quick nod of
approval, she was sick of his talking.
 
Fenris moved forward, watching his step trying not to make any sudden sounds,
the templar was down on his knee, it would be easy to over power him, even with
his weight and size. Fenris inched closer and hooked his elbow around Cullen's
neck and pulled his hair back with his fingers. "WHO'S THAT?" Cullen shrugged
from Fenris' choke hold. With every movement Cullen made Fenris' grip tightened
around his neck. "Who is it?!" He couldn't see who was behind him, he thought
he was alone with the child but of course he wouldn't be.
 
"Varric?!" Was his first thought, Maggie shook her head to his question. "Let
me go." Cullen's voice was sharp and clear, dominating and deep full of
authority.
 
 Maggie took a large breath watching Cullen struggled helplessly like a child
under Fenris' hold, she pulled herself together, pushing her emotions back far
away from thought. The blue light from the fire distracted her again and she
finally realized what it was and it made her blood boil with rage.
 
"Cullen Rutherford, for your crimes against mages and the families of mages, I
sentence you to a equal punishment befitting a mage."
"What?" She couldn't mean what she was saying, it wouldn't work wouldn't it...
"It won't work," He struggled harder under Fenris' arms.
 
"Mhm, maybe... One way to find out." She walked over to the pit of flame and
pulled out the Sunburst lyrium brand, hot and red it burned as she grasped the
cool leather handle, the Sunburst star glowed hot and red slowly turned into a
blinding bright crane blue. 
'Cullen, Cullen Rutherford.'The voice demanded in her mind, over and over it
wanted this as much as her.
"When one becomes tranquil, they say you lose your connection to the fade but
also to The Maker, don't you find that interesting, Cullen?"
Cullen clenched his jaw hard watching the brand burn bright, he had seen this
been done a thousand times before and had done it himself to other mages, the
screams of mages of the Gallows still carved into his mind.
"DO IT, JUST DO IT." Cullen yelled, he was over her jests, this was it and he
had no idea what would happen if anything would happen at all, but The Maker
would be taken from him, no afterlife no peace, maybe he deserved such a
punishment.
Maggie looked at the brand one more time and moved closer, Fenris pulled
Cullen's head back by his blonde hair.
 
Cullen closed his eyes, he didn't know if whether when he opened them he would
remember anything from before, his life flashed before his eyes as he swallowed
hard. Thoughts went back home to Honnleath where he grew up, his mother and
father, Mia, Rosalie, Branson, playing as children around the statue, he
remembered their faces and the sounds of their voices, Branson's sons laugh.
Thoughts deepened back to the Circle, Irving, Greagoir... Amell, he saw her
smile and her laugh, the way she used to look at him when she caught him
staring at her, than she was gone, ripped away by the blight.
 
Kirkwall, Meredith, Samson, Hawke....
 
"No, no, no!" She screamed, "Not Maggie, you can't take her, please no..."
Hawke held on so tight, her nails dug into Cullen's templar gauntlets as he
ripped the babe from her arms, three arrows it took, three, she wouldn't stop,
nothing was going to stop her from holding on, if she just had let go... "No."
She cried as coughed blood, "I trusted you, I did...I did...I am sorry." No one
cared and no one did anything, Anders clenched her in his arms, holding her so
tight trying to stem the bleeding but there was just so much. "Is it a mage?"
Vael asked him, but Cullen never got to reply, "Yes, she is." 
Cullen always thought his last memories would be of his mother or father, maybe
of home, but it wasn't, no, not even close. Lavellan he thought of, the shy
elven girl from the clans, the girl he missed and hoped she was safe where ever
she was, he missed her dearly and thought of not remembering her ever again
brought a tear to his cheek, "Good bye," He muttered to himself as the heat
pressed so hard against his skull, so hot, hot...hot, the smell burning flesh
filled his nose and he tried not to scream but he did, it felt like fingers and
claws digging through his brain, than cold, so cold... Like ice washed over
him... He opened his eyes and couldn't remember why he was crying.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Maggie dropped the brand, the Sunburst star was carved into Cullen's skull, It
was so deep and yet satisfying to see, "Cullen, what do you remember?" She
asked curiously.
Cullen stood with Fenris letting go and stepping back, Cullen didn't say a word
he just grunted incoherently and slouched as he stood with his head down.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that." Maggie moved around looking at him from
different angles. "What's wrong with him, he doesn't seem like the usual
tranquil." Maggie shrugged.
 
Fenris pushed on Cullen's chest, but he didn't react he just stood there
slouched over with his head down. "He's brain dead."
"Oh," Maggie tilted her head watching Cullen grunt over and over, "I suppose
this why they only do it to mages than."
"Appears so." Fenris crossed his arms, this was brutal even by his standards.
 
"We should go now." He turned to her and she nodded back.
Maggie stopped at the door and turned back to see Cullen hadn't moved a inch,
"Maggie, please we need to go." Fenris insisted, he knew what was let of
Inquisition would investigate this for sure and he didn't want to be around
when they did.
 
She edged forward and grabbed a candle that shone bright from the table and
walked over to the curtains and lit them on fire, she may be cruel but she'd
show more mercy than the templars. Thick velvety Chantry curtains lit up with
flame fast and quick and she rushed back to the door and looked back to the
tranquil husk in the distance.
 
"May you never find peace with the Maker."  She closed the door behind her.
 
 
 
 
___
 
 
Day 102)
 
 
 
  A letter came by courier to Maggie, he wore a deep brown cloak that covered
his face completely as he handed her the letter with a purple wax seal stamped
with a raven.
 
    *       
           We can not speak through letters,
           I have sent a gift, till we can meet in person.
            
           L
 
"What is the gift?" She looked up at the cloaked man,
 
He pulled the hood off and looked at the young girl with a smile, "I hear you
are in need of a assassin, yes?"  The Antivan accent ran through her ears.
"I do indeed." She smiled looking up at the blonde elf.
 
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     So, ah... yeah.... I don't have much to say... XD
     Yes that was Zevran... Oh hell yeah.
     Cassandra is in for it next, and it's going to be so much worse,
     so...so...much worse. ( But I got to admit, I really out did myself
     with creativity ) XD
      
     R.I.P Curly, he got the biggest mindfuck of all time.
     "Mages cannot be treated like people. They are not like you and me.
     They are weapons. They have the power to light a city on fire in a
     fit of pique." -Cullen's own words, he had it coming.
     And Maggie set Denerim on fire killing him...
      
     *Rings bells* THE INQUISITION IS COMING...
***** Within These Walls. *****
Chapter Summary
     Not all dreams are good...
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                              Within These Walls.
 
 
 
Maggie tossed and turned as she slept, she found it hard sleep in a bed when
she was used to the hardness of the floor, the sheets wrapped so tightly around
her as she tossed and fingers clawed at the thick blankets. She grasped and
sobbed in her sleep often, plagued by night terrors, she saw things that
weren't real but they felt like it. Maggie let out a muffled moan against the
straw pillow, her fingers held it tight to her face, the images were so deep
and so real she forget she was dreaming.
 
 
                               Some time ago....
                                        
She sat huddled in the corner in her room that was her cell where she had spend
her whole short life, the wooden planks on the floor where covered in scratches
from her nails where she had tried to lift the planks to no avail. She was
beaten bloody to the point of being broken after she did that, she never tried
again. Days and years went by agonisingly slow and quiet.
A small amount of sunlight came through a high window in her room, she couldn't
see out of it but there was just enough for her to sit in for a few hours a
day. Leaning her back against the wall she thought of forgotten memories, faces
and dreams she once had. 
The door began the move as dread washed down over her, she moved fast and as
quick has her sore, scuffed legs would take her. Heavy boots cracked and
crunched over the floor and the sound of thick steel thumbing over wood made
her bones stiffen. "Where are you, little feral rat?!"  Maggie's knees clenched
tight as she moved closer, biting her tongue and swallowing her words she
stayed silent as mouse.
 
"Awh, look at you, so big now." The templar cooed at her with sarcasm and jest.
Maggie tilted her head and blinked her eyes as he reached into his coat and
pulled something out and held it in his grubby thick hands. "Look what I
found," He opened it up to a page with two mages sitting next to each other,
the raven haired female with her head on the shoulder of the blonde male, they
looked happy and content with smiles on their faces, why he showed her she
didn't understand.
Maggie moved closer to get a better look as the templar closed the book shut
with a loud slap of dust that made her spring back quickly on the balls of her
feet with fright. "Oops, sorry." He frowned deep and laughed high at Maggie as
she leaned back against the wall hard, her hands clenched tight and her head as
far back as it would go.
 "No one told you huh, that was mummy and daddy." He laughed clenching the book
tight in his grasp,  "Mummy and daddy are very dead-y," He jested with a tease
towards Maggie, hoping for a reaction yet all she did was stand their and stare
at the book in his hands.
 
"I'll trade you for it," He moved closer to her, his height towered her small
frame. "No," Maggie answered fast and sharp, "I don't have to ask rat, but when
it's willing it is so much sweeter." He grasped her chin with a pinch of his
fingers, a shiver went down her spine with his touch that made her lash out
with a hard kick between his legs, "SHIT." He groaned loud as he dropped the
book to the floor, he held himself with one hand and punched Maggie in the face
with the other. Blood that tasted like rusted iron in her mouth and lip busted
open she hit the floor on her knees but she managed to move quick enough to the
grab the book at his feet. "YOU FUCKING RAT." The templar grabbed a hand full
of her hair in his grasp ready to hit her again.
"Bran, come quick it's a emergency!" Another templar called loud and alarmed,
"Shit, fucking Maker." He yelled back at Maggie, "You're not getting out of
this you little fuck, you'll get it next time." He pushed her against the wall
with her head slamming against the cold bricks with a sickening crunch, she
hissed loud holding onto the book, her nails digging into the cover she held
onto it with her life as he exited the room in a rush.
The book, her prize she had won she held in her grasp, her head ached like
never before and her ruby blood dripped from her nose onto the hard cover.
Maggie's fingers traced the patterns on the front as she moved into the fading
light of the window, vivid colours see had never seen before glistened on the
parchment pages, as she slowly opened the book back to the page with the two
mages.
'VENGEANCE,' A voice so loud it pieced her ears and made her scream, rang in
her mind, She closed the book and dropped it at her feet.
 
It was the first time she ever heard the voice.
 
 
 
Maggie tossed again in her sleep, the blankets where now tighter around her,
restricting and close, she felt warm, too warm.
 
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SCREAM!" Maggie tried to wiggle from his grasp but his
strength was too much, one of his hands held up both of her arms above her head
and the other tilted her head up by her chin. Hot red wax from the candle
dripped onto her soft delicate skin, burning so hard and so deep, she flinches
and cries as it runs down her face till it stiffens against her skin hard.
"Eyes open," the templars voice was gruff and angry, but she refused to open
her eyes, 'Leave my body, leave my body...leave....leave...leave...'She
whispered to herself, if she could then she'd never feel pain ever again, not
ever. One grubby thumb moved to her eyebrow and forced her left eye open,
holding it firm and tight he whispered so hard it made her shiver."I told you
to watch."
Maggie's lips trampled bloody and scared as the flame of the candle edged
closer and closer, her heart raced through her chest, pounding hard and fast as
he skinny legs tried to kick out to no hope.  She felt her eyelashes burn and
crisp as she tried to blink her eye but she couldn't screamed but he pressed it
closer as her voice heightened it's pitch.  "I TOLD YOU NOT TO SCREAM!!!"
She kicked and her fingers clenched tight as the cornea of her eye burnt,
bubbled and weeping a oozy white pus gushed from her skull, her face was on
fire and it felt if her head was going to explode from pain as it dripped down
her face, he pressed it closer and she finally blacked out.
 
 
__
 
 
"Maggie!!!" Fenris tried to nudge her softly to wake her up, her screams had
woken everyone. Eye's flicked open, a hand went to her face and she felt over
the side of her head, slowly to her left eye, no matter how much she blinked it
was still blind, she panted hard looking at Fenris at the edge of the bed, his
eyes darted over her sick with worry, she swallowed hard and loosened the hot
sheets wrapped so tightly around her.
Tears from her right eye poured down her cheek as she nuzzled her head into his
chest, he wanted to wrap his arms around her but he stopped himself, he watched
her instead looking down at her tangled hair. "Maggie..." he muttered slowly.
"Fenris, I am sorry...I am sorry about everything, I am a terrible person I
know I am, I know I am weak and broken...probably even mad. I am mentally
scarred beyond belief, I have been raped, tortured and abused...and I probably
deserved half of it."
"Maggie," There was nothing he could say to that, he always wanted to feel
comfortable talking to him, but this was a lot to take in so soon, his jaw
clenched tight as guilt washed over him as if he was yet again a slave, a slave
to this feeling that twisted his insides and made him sick to his bones.
He moved his arm slowly and gently and placed it around her, she didn't scream
only a slight flinch waved over her, Fenris pulled her closer and hugged the
battered broken child in his arms. He breathed slowly to limit his movements,
"I know how you feel, I've gone through it as well."
 
She didn't reply to that, she just held him closer in her grasp, so broken and
weak she thought she was, no matter how tough or brave she tried to be, she was
just a husk inside, no better than a tranquil.
"I hear voices."  She confused softly.
"I don't care." He clenched her tight in his arms, and stoked the back of her
hair, she was his no matter what, and nothing would ever change that or the way
he felt about her.
 
                                 He loved her.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Awh, the warm and fuzzes...
     I am surprised I even got a chapter out tonight, I have a massive
     headache, I am blaming you Fenris! - you and your fucking fringe.
     + Willpower increased.
***** The Hard Truth. *****
Chapter Summary
     He wanted to know the truth, she didn't... than he wished he hadn't.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                The Hard Truth.
 
 
Day 104)
 
 
Zevran watched Maggie on her bed as she tied her boot laces, with a thick slice
of bread in between her teeth and her hair in a dangled mess draping in front
of her eyes.  "Ah, dear girl..." Zevran coughed to get her attention, Maggie
took the bread with her hands, taking large bite. "Mhm." She mumbled as she
chewed softly and subtle. "Come sit here," He jested in front of him with a
tapping hand, Maggie looked at him confused, he was the strangest assassin she
had ever met,but than again he was the only assassin she had ever met.
 
Maggie moved forward and sat in front of Zevran her back turned to him she
arched her knees and clenched them with her hands. "The hair..." He paused,
"Could use a...spruce, yes?" Maggie fluttered her eyes and watched his nibble
quick hands, "Be gentle?" Zevran gave a quick nod and started grooming over the
blonde child, with a quick pull of his dagger he cut her spit ends and dry
damaged hair without her noticing, gripping the hair he twisted it and up into
a thick half done up ponytail. Maggie's hands felt back over her hair as she
tugged on the end of the unusual ponytail, with a smile she turned,"Like
fathers!" She twirled it around in her fingers, curling the rough ends. "Ah,
yes!" Zevran laughed deep, "Did I ever tell you I met your parents, No... But
alas, I did... Fourteen years ago it would be, Oh dear, Zevran is getting old
and tried... But still handsome as always." He brazen smile made her laugh as
his three swift line tattoos wrinkled with his smile.
 
"What are you two up too?" Fenris peaked his head around the door, glazing down
at Maggie who uncomfortably looked a lot like a miniature Anders. "What did you
do?" He crossed his arms at Zevran from across the room, he smelled of leather
and Antivan brandy. "Do you like Fenris, It's like fathers." She answered
spritely and happily that made him clench his jaw with anger but he was
relieved to see her smile and be happy. "Aye, you do." He forced a smile to his
face as she sat there with her legs crossed taking another bite out of the
bread.
 
"Maggie," He didn't know how to tell her, how to phrase just right, he cared
for her a great deal and he wouldn't hurt her no matter what, he just wanted to
know if she was safe and okay. "Mhm?" She smiled looking back at Zevran shortly
than back to Fenris, "I want you to see a doctor." Maggie tilted her head maybe
confused by his words, his stomach twisted as her lips began to move to words,
"Why?"
 
"You've been through a lot and I worry for you." Fenris was shocked by his own
words, he sounded like a real father in that moment."There's nothing wrong with
me."
"Than there shall not be anything to worry about!" Zevran smiled down towards
the girl, he was surprised he hadn't already taken her to see some kind of
healer already.
 
"Alright." She agreed softly looking at Zevran, relief washed over Fenris, out
of all the things he thought in his mind he never expected to go that smoothly
asking her.
 
 
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Day 104.5)
 
 
Denerim's Clinic was far better than Anders' rat hole, Fenris thought to
himself. Maggie, Zevran and He found themselves there soon enough, Zevran
seemed to know the back streets of Denerim better than the back of his hand.
Maggie seemed to be practically taken by the charming assassin, he joked and
laughed with the whole way but Fenris was glad to see her happy and her mind
taken off the clinic.
 
The clinic was run by a male mage in the back alleys of Denerim, everything was
so clean and tidy, the walls spotless and white and the floors were without a
speck of dust and polished hard. Large leather bound books and scrolls where
wrapped neatly on shelves everything placed with care. Fenris felt relief that
Maggie was at least in professional hands here.
"Oh, hello!" A middle aged man in orderly robes greeted them warmly, his hair
was a short firey orange and he had a small pointed beard. "May I help you?"
The man wiped his hands thoroughly on his apron as he moved forward, "Ah..."
Fenris began to speak as the man interrupted. "I am Finn by the way." He held
out his hand as Fenris reached for it slowly and shook it back trying to be
polite.
 
"Finn?" Zevran laughed high.
"Ah, yes... It's better than Florian." He shrugged it of with a smile as he
arched his knees looking down at Maggie. "I can't fix the eye." He looked back
at Fenris pursing his lips to the side, Fenris rolled his eyes with a sign, her
eye was the least of his concerns and it didn't bother him or her the way she
looked.
 
"I just what her to be looked over." Fenris spoke flusted and aggravated as he
watched Finn look at Maggie.
"He thinks I am possessed." Maggie said bitterly as she watched for Finn's
shocked reaction but there was none, he didn't freak out or anything of a
similar matter. "Maggie, I don't.... " Fenris stopped speaking, he was not sure
if she was possessed or not, he truly had no idea.
"It's fine." She rolled her eyes and followed Finn out the back, into one of
his rooms.
 
As soon as she was gone out of view Fenris felt empty and sad, he had grown to
love her a great deal.
 
-
 
"Wynne?!" Zevran cocked his head at the old lady that sat in a chair on the
other side of the clinic knitting an atrocious excuse of a scarf, "Zevran?" Her
words were shallow as her breath and her ever so fine white hair sparkled on
top of her head, "Look at you!" He smiled at the small elderly lady, she was
old before, now she looked like she was ninety. "My one true love, those bosoms
haven't aged a day!" 
 
Wynne chuckled with a breathy sign then with a soft cough. Zevran reached down
and held her soft wrinkled hand in his and smiled towards her, "It's been too
long." Wynne's grin widened and her eyes glistened like she saw a sunset for
the first time. "Far too long."
 
"Ah, so what has my firey fox been up too, has Alistair been visiting you?!"
Wynne smiled with a phlegmy chuckle, "The king has no time for a old woman,
Zevran."
 
Zevran's heart ached with her words, not much hurt him over the years but to
know she had been alone for possibly years made a sense of grief wash over him,
"Well, I have all the time in the world, especially for a woman as fine as
you!" He clenched her hand as Wynne's swallow cheeks filled with a smile.
 
The door to Finn's office opened and Fenris stood, his heart raced in his chest
and his anxiety rippled through him. "May I have a word?" Finn cocked his head
to the next room, he wanted to speak privately to Fenris, he knew this and it
made everything so much worse. The door shut behind him softly and Finn pulled
out a chair for Fenris to sit on, "So?"
 
"She's had a rough life, maybe the worse I have ever seen for a girl so young."
Finn clenched his jaw with those words, he had seen a lot through the elven
slum alienage's and the back streets of Denerim, but nothing was as bad as
this. "I am aware." Fenris muttered softly, he knew, he already knew that and
it made his guilt worse.
"I don't even know where to start with this girl." Finn took a large breath and
let his lung fill with air, than with a slow release he began to speak, "Maggie
Hawke, girl of thirteen," He paused looking down at his notes.  "She is
extremely malnourished, from what she told me she barely got feed, which is why
she's so small for her age." He turned the page, rubbing over his forehead.
"She's suffered from multiple broken and re-broken bones, legs...arms...skull
fractures."
 
Fenris already knew this, he didn't have to ask, it wasn't hard to guess...
"Her left eye is so damaged her optic nerve has been completely destroyed, well
burnt... " Finn swallowed hard and placed his notes down on the desk and looked
Fenris in the eye but remained quiet, too quiet. "Is she possessed?" His heart
raced through his chest and he could hear it in his ears.
 
"No..." Finn replied bluntly, his quick reply made Fenris not question his
answer.
"So why does she hear voices than?" He had to know, he couldn't ask Maggie but
maybe he could get some answers out of this mage.
 
"I can't be sure, it could be a spirit trying to communicate to her, perhaps
one that is weak...Or," He paused slowly that made Fenris shutter in his seat,
he hated these long pauses. "Maggie is not mentally well, she simply hears and
sees things she wants too..."
"So what, she's mentally ill?!" Fenris stood to his feet, she lyrium marks lit
up bright and blue, illuminating his skin with rage, it filled him as much as
those words did.
 
Finn looked down at his desk as Fenris walked to the door, telling people bad
news was never easy, it was the one thing he hated about his job.
 
"Stop." Finn's voice somber and soft rang across the room as Fenris' hand
lifted off the doorknob. "WHAT?!" Fenris' anger fumed loud and heavy.
 
"There could be another reason she hears the voices..."
 
Fenris closed his eyes for a moment than opened them to face him, the whole
world felt slow, time stood still and silence stung his ears, he breathed
heavy, in and out, it didn't help. Words echoed through his brain, words you
never want to hear, he loved her and yet she was going to be taken from him, no
matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried.
 
"Head trauma, contusion...tumour." Were the only words Fenris heard, his head
spun and he felt sick to his stomach, he opened the door quickly, his heart
racing, Maggie sat next to Zevran, she smiled and giggled, she didn't
know...she didn't know a lot of things....
 
Her head turned to face Fenris, her smile wide and his heart ached when his
called his name, he couldn't take this, it was too much, he feel to his knees
as Maggie looked on, she didn't understand as she watched her beloved friend
break, "Fenris?"
 
No matter how tough or brave he thought he was, Fenris never prepared himself
for the heartbreak of losing his child.
 
Words were never said, but from his sombre tears, Maggie never had to ask, she
simply understood.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     Everyone remembers Finn from Witch Hunt right? Yes...good...good...
     Remember in that last chapter when Maggie got hit in the head...
     well, yeah... *Is dying inside* D':
     --Just when you thought the feels where over...
     Remember when I said Fenris never had to ask Maggie he just knew...
     but now the tables are turned and now she has to be the strong one...
     e_e'
***** No Dreams for the Dead. *****
                            No Dreams for the Dead.
 
 
 
 
 
Maggie sat outside the Clinic while the others talked and squabbled about
pointless things, she was sick, she understood that, but the voices weren't
something she came up with no matter how many blows to the head she had taken
or how poorly she was treated, they were real and Maggie knew it.
 
"Are you real or am I crazy?" Her tiny voice mumbled as she spoke, she clenched
her sweaty palms together and fidgeted with her thumbs, the silence filled her
ears than with a subtle whispered it finally answered.
 
'Real.' 
 
"Who are you?" She demanded to know, no more pushing it too the side, Maggie
needed to know no matter how bad it was, she was ready for the truth. She
breathed in and stretched her head to the side waiting for those long pauses to
finally cease.
 
'Family.'
 
"My family is dead." Maggie signed loud and felt over her face, her family was
as dead as the spirit she spoke too, nothing she did was going to change that,
not anything.
 
'Not...all.'
 
"You're stupid, stupid and dead, like me." She growled deep, frustrated and
angry, bitter words she regretted, the spirit was her friend and she owed it
everything for helping her escape the tight grasp of the Chantry and templars.
 
'Father...alive...'
 
Maggie stood, anger washed over and filled her blood, mana flowed in her veins,
fists clenched in fire. It was lying to her, she knew that, maybe it was in her
head, telling things she wanted to her, Finn was right, she was the stupid one.
 
Maggie clenched her head as she rushed back inside slamming the door, blood
dripped from her nose as she clenched tighter, the whispers echoed in her mind
still stinging her ears. Fenris and Zevran watched on with worry in their eyes,
she hated the way they looked at her, as if she was some sickly creature about
to fall apart at the seams.
 
"Maggie?" Fenris rushed towards her at the site of the blood dripping down her
face, her eyes lit up with something he had never seen...only ever in Hawke.
Maggie closed her eyes and dropped her hands to her waist and bolted back out
the door, she needed to get away, get away from everything, leave this world
and the stares and grim glances that looked upon her.
 
Fenris yelled out for her as she disappeared into the distance, he didn't run
after her, she needed space and comfort he couldn't give, she was independent,
no matter how much he wished she wasn't. Fenris looked back at Zevran still
holding Wynne's hand and Finn, "How long do we have?!"
 
"It's hard to say, six months at best..."
 
"You're a spirit healer, so heal her!" Magic could help her, if Tevinter
magisters could break into the golden city, why couldn't they heal her, they
had too.
"I can't, I left the tower too soon, I never---" Finn looked to Wynne wishing
she was still able, she could of done it in her youth without a doubt. "Wynne
and I unable to preform such a task, you need a skilled healer."
 Anders...Fenris thought, He would of been able to preform such a task and it
made him feel sick, he could of-would of made a better father than him, at
least he could of made Maggie healthy with a gestor of the palm of his hand. If
only he...no...
"Blood magic?" Was Fenris turning to it already to save this child...
"If you're suggesting... I am not going to make a deal with a demon!" Finn
argued back with a quick snap.
"Morrigan?" Wynne coughed holding Zevran's hand, she had seen the things
Morrigan could do, what she could accomplish, blood magic or not, Wynne knew
Morrigan could do it.
"No, my sweet Wynne, Morrigan is in Tevinter or so our Leliana told me..." He
clenched her hand with a gently squeeze.
"So what, what do we do, how do I help her?!" 
"All you can do if look, search for a healer...and pray to The Maker..."
 
"PRAY?!" That was his advice...Maggie would of killed him for saying that and
now Fenris felt like it too, what kind of cheap advise was that, The Maker
never helped him or Maggie before, why would he start now.
 
 
___
 
 
Maggie moved through the streets of Denerim, she found her way back into the
Market district, the streets were packed full, people swarmed around, huddled
together, elbow to shoulder, what was going on...
 
Maggie pushed through the men and women, the elderly and the young, poor and
the rich, she moved ahead with a steady pace. The charred the remains of the
Chantry, black and burned to the ground.
"That was the second Chantry destroyed in the last three months!"    
"What would anyone have against the Chantry?"
"Dunno, Maker curse them."
 
Maggie overheard their conversation and swift slash of her knife she yanked
one's coin purse from their belt and shoved it into her boot with a smile.
"Maker Curse them."  She repeated with a snicker.
A horn blew so loud it stung her ears, she sheathed her dagger back into her
belt and pushed through further, the heavy purse clunking her boot as she
moved.
A white steed cantered through the gates followed by carriages, glittered in
gold it pranced high steps as it's long white mane swished and flickered in the
soft breeze. A woman in golden armour slowly slide down from the horses
matching golden saddle, red fur ruffled on her shoulders.
The golden woman approached the burned Chantry, bending down and pulling her
golden gauntlet off she touched the blackened ash with her finger tips. Maggie
moved forward and she heard the woman mutter something under breath, words she
couldn't hear.
"Divine Victoria!" A tall blonde man approached, strapped in tan leather and
furs, his welcoming hand reached out to welcome her. The Divine didn't move a
inch, her hand stayed at her side as her lips pursed into a disgusted frown.
"Your Majesty." Her voice was cold and bitter as she left the man with his hand
just hanging their awkward. "Oh, well." He snapped it back quickly at his side.
 
"How did you let this happen in your own city?!"
"I... Fires happen..."
 
"NOT IN CHANTRY'S."
"I see... Well, perhaps it was accident, they tell me it was started with a
candle..."
"Two Chantry's don't just burn down months between each other, this is foul
play!"
 
The King clenched his jaw, who would burn down Chantry's...it didn't make sense
to upset The Maker, no one would want that kind of wrath towards them.
"I am sorry for your loss." He bowed his head sorrowfully towards the Divine.
"Screw your apologies, The Inquisition lost one of it's own, I will find the
person responsible, Maker help them."
"So be it, Divine Victoria." They both stood their watching each other, glaring
not speaking a word, until king finally bowed his head and turned back to his
keep,"Someone send word for my uncle, and please Maker be fast about it."
 
Maggie waited there watching the Divine moving about in her golden armour as
she reached for her white horse... she would never see her coming and Maggie
would strike like the shadows from the darkness at the Divine.
 
She would die by her hand and soon.
 
 
 
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***** Divine Intervention. *****
Chapter Summary
     Maggie is a Psychopath but at least she's conflicted about it.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
                             Divine Intervention.
 
 
 
One hundred things where going through Fenris' head all at one but he needed to
get out of here, he needed to go after Maggie. "Zevran.." He turned to the elf
standing with the older woman, "You go on, I'll catch up." He lifted his head
with a smile and looked back to her. Fenris didn't argue he had no time to deal
with this, Maggie was out there somewhere.
 
_
 
The crowd was starting to ease away as Maggie pushed through, she pulled the
coin purse from her boot and counted her stash, six silvers and twenty-three
coppers. Money didn't mean anything to her other then it could buy shiny things
and she just so happened to like shiny objects a lot.
 
A Dwarven merchant sat as his stall, boots up on the counter and his long beard
in thick braids. Maggie watched him from a distance as she began to get closer,
he clenched a book tight in his grasp as he slowly lowed it as she placed her
hands on the counter. "There's nothing for children here," He moved his hands
to beard and stroked it thrice in hand, "Yet I am not a child, I just happen to
be very short...a lot like you." She smirked. "Ha, ha.. Very funny." He grinned
back unimpressed by her jest, "I don't sell dolls or sweeties." He tilted his
head with his words which made his beard shake when he spoke. "Shove your dolls
up Andraste's ass, I want knife and a big one..."
"Mhm, well now you're talking." He pulled out a box from under his counter
placing it on top, flicking the latches open and than the lid, Maggie stepped
on the tips of her toes to look in. "Those fucking suck, I don't want to butter
bread..." She looked at the tiny flick knifes and held one in her hand and slid
her fingers over the base of the smooth bone handle and placed it back down.
The dwarf shook his head and closed the box back up, "Well lil miss, that's all
you can afford."
"Okay, alright." She dumped the coins onto the counter, "Knifes are expensive
apparently..." She paused and tapped her chin, "Just hypothetically, if I
wanted to split someone's head open, you know like a egg, what would
recommend?" The Dwarven merchant coughed loud and stared down at the little
blonde girl, "Ah, a warhammer?"
"Do I look like I could fucking weld a warhammer?!"   
"Ah..." He looked down at her petite frame and back to her honey blonde hair
done up in a bun, "No, I suppose not... Perhaps a bat than, or a lead pipe?"
 
"No, no... That's not very classy at all, I want something that says I am a
psychopath but I am also conflicted about it."
"Are you?"
"No, don't be stupid, but I want people to think it."
 
"Ah, I don't think we have anything here to suit your needs little girl."
Maggie signed deep, she wanted to kill the Divine with some kind of passion,
not just a blade to the heart, Cullen's death had finesse, murder was art and
wanted it too be perfect. "Just give me that chain than, no not that one..."
She pointed to the silver strand. "Thank you," she grabbed it as the dwarf
grasped the coins as she began to walk away and slipped it over her head.
 
"Maggie!" Fenris yelled, the elf came speeding towards her, "I have been
looking for you for ages,"
Maggie rolled her eyes, she'd lived most of her life alone, she didn't need
someone watching over her. Fenris grasped the chain around her neck, "Where did
you get this?"
 
"Bought it off a hairy little man." She smiled with her toothy grin, "Maggie,
we need to find you a healer, make you better and.."
"What, no..."
"No?"
"Yeah."
 
"Maggie you're not making any sense?" Did she want to die, Fenris had no idea,
what kind of girl wanted to die.
"Fenris, I am going to kill the Divine, alright...than we can speak of stupid
healers, I have priority's."
"Maggie you could die, you will, if don't get you help."
 
"So be it." She shook her head walked next to him, death meant nothing to her,
life was to be feared not death...Death was peaceful and a blessing.
Fenris watched her walk down the street, she was even more stubborn than Hawke,
she was a lot like Hawke at times, "You are a lot like your mother, you know
that?"
Fenris never spoke of Hawke, her mother, she found it strange and so she didn't
reply. Her fingers grasped the chain necklace and stroked it against her
fingers, "Are we staying in the same place tonight?"
"Yes,"
 
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Day 105)
 
It was night once they had arrived back at their tavern they called home
temporarily, Fenris opened the door, dread and misery still plagued his
thoughts, he was going to save Maggie whether she wanted it or not, he promised
himself she wouldn't die, she couldn't, he would fine a way, somehow.
 
"Who's there?!" Fenris heard something in the distance, he pushed Maggie back
behind him as he drew his sword cross his chest, "Show yourself."
 
"I am behind you Fenris." A slight chuckle came from his back as he turned to a
red haired woman standing in his doorway. "Leliana?"
"The very same." Her hips swayed as she walked through the room, her eyes never
leaving Maggie's for a moment, "We have a assassination too plan, we should get
started," She smiled.
 
 
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Day 125)
 
"Quickly slash higher!" Maggie leaped out with her blade and Zevran hit back
with his, "Roll." He yelled and Maggie moved off her feet dodging his swing,
their blades hit again in mid air and Maggie clenched her dagger tight in her
grasp, her feet moved with his as she swag her blade back at his chest but with
every hit Zevran blocked easy.
 
Maggie panted and lowered her blade, "This is..."
"No, no...no...giving up!"
"A distraction." She winked, roadhouse kicked his leather breastplate pushing
Zevran back, "HA!" He laughed back as he adjusted his footing to her
movements. 
 
'Magic.'
 
Maggie slashed out again with the blade with one hand then threw a fireball
with the other, "Cheating!" Zevran yelled, reflecting the ball with his blade.
Maggie giggled and swag back hitting his blade back in mid air, "I never
cheat!" Zevran smiled back and flicked his hair from his eyes, "It's only
cheating if you don't get caught." He pulled a tiny flask out from his belt a
threw it at her feet, fire burst and she leaped out of the way with a quick
twirl while throwing her own barrier around herself, shielding back from the
fire.
 
"Maggie!" Fenris called her name, yet she didn't listen...
"Maggie!!" Fenris yelled higher.
 
"The ball and chain wants you, ah, and we were just starting to have fun." He
sighed loud and sheathed his dagger, "Tie again," He rolled his eyes.
 
"No, not this time," Maggie pounced on Zevran as she sent a electric current
through her little hands onto Zevran's chest, "AHH," He groaned as he fell onto
his back and struggled from the electricity filling his body, his hair stood up
on his head as he pushed her off, "You win" He laughed half dazed by the tiny
blonde mage, he was getting far too old for this.
 
"Where did you even learn that?" He signed, pushing his hair back as Maggie sat
over him, pushing her blade away. "Remember that creepy magic book you bought
me from the even more creepy magic shop, and when we opened it, it was filled
with crazy shit we couldn't understand?"
"Yes, I remember." He breathed slowly moving Maggie with each breath.
 
"Well apparently my spirit friend knows more about Incantations than we do."
"What...a...helpful...spirit..." He breathed in and closed his eyes.
 
"Teach me alchemy?"
"Alright, but Zevran needs his beauty sleep."
"It's the afternoon." Maggie stood looking down at her elven friend, "Aye, it
is." He turned over and huddled into a ball.
 
"Zevran?" Leliana walked out into the back corner Maggie and him where
practicing, she pulled down her purple hood off and looked at Zevran, "Huh,
what." Zevran jumped back up, "I was just pretending, Ha...." He looked down
and away, "Ah, I am...full of energy, who says otherwise?!"
 
Leliana squinted her eyes towards them both, "Our plan is almost complete, meet
me when you are finished...with this." She gestured down at both of them as she
wondered back off into the distance.
 
"So Zev, you ready to kill a Divine?" Maggie laughed.
"I will be tomorrow." He shrugged back with a tired grin.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     Poor Zevran...
     Anyways, Cassandra you're next and coming up reaaaal soon and it's
     gonna be gory as hell... but also kinda funny...
     Though, I think next chapter should be "Learning alchemy with
     Zevran." XD
     Mhm, lets see here...
     Nirnroot...
     Human hearts...
     Jarrin root...
     That would do nicely... *evil laugh*
     -Yeah I am obsessed with Elder Scrolls, on a unhealthy level... XD
***** Lil Miss Murderer. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                              Lil Miss Murderer.
 
 
Leliana leaned against the back wall, smirking from ear to ear as Maggie pulled
out a chair and sat next to Zevran. "So what's the plan?" It had been lingering
on her mind for almost the last month and hardly anything was said on the
matter, everything was a well kept secret.
"There will be no more burning of Chantry's, I assure you."
"Damn." Maggie snickered as she covered her mouth with her hands, Leliana had
always known it was Maggie who burnt down the two Chantry's, there was no point
in hiding it, she knew everything.
 
Leliana sat down at the tabled and pulled each glove off as she held the paper
in hand, flicking over the pages. "Cassandra will be Fort Drakon when we
strike, it will be during the day." She paused and made sure Maggie was paying
attention, "Mhm," Maggie muttered under breath, little details didn't faze her
much.
 
"Fenris, you'll stay back...We need stealth for this, Zevran will shadow Maggie
for this just in cause something goes wrong, he'll be able to execute her fast
and quick from a distance."
"Than why do you need me at all?" Maggie asked curiously, she wanted to be the
one of course, but the question still lingered in her mind.
 
"You are the most important piece of this operation, you are the key, Cassandra
won't recognize you, her guards weren't search a child for weapons nor will
they suspect you of foul play."
"I am not exactly a child, but I see your point." Before Maggie could say
another word Leliana spoke over the top of her, "We will make you look the
role."
 
Maggie clenched her jaw and tapped her fingers against the table, "You are
going to make me wear a dress aren't you?"
Leliana laughed slightly with a grim smile, "Something like that yes."
"Mhm, at least it's not me." Zevran chuckled and Fenris rolled his eyes at the
three of them, "Wasn't The Divine one of your old friends?" Fenris spoke up
over them as he folded him arms. "No, Fenris, I don't have the luxury of having
friends anymore, there's a war going and action must be taken."
Leliana leaned back on her seat and combed through her red locks of hair.
"Cassandra's popularity has been on the decline for years now, her order was to
place everything back to the way it was, but the only way to win the war is for
the world to change, for the Chantry to change. No more hate, no more
exclusion... We need everyone we can get, Human, Dwarfs, Quinari and Elves all
on our side. The Circles will be torn down brick by brick and never returned,
we need magic fighting with us, not against us."
 
"No more templars?!"
"No more templars."
 
That brought a smile to Maggie's face, it was the only thing she cared about,
the only thing that mattered, that and Cassandra's death. "Should it look like
a accident?" She asked wondering how that would even be possible, maybe push
her down some stairs or poison her food to make it look like she choked.
"No." Leliana smiled as she spoke. "Divine's don't just die accidentally, her
people will suspect murder no matter what we do, I doubt the Chantry will say
otherwise, they had a tendency to down play news." 
"Shouldn't you be far away, wouldn't they suspect you?" Maggie asked.
"Ah, that is a good point Leliana."
"Zevran, there's a reason you kill and not make the plans," She laughed with a
chuckle. "When people want someone assassinated they leave the country not to
be seen, I am here and so I shall remain right under their noses the whole
time."
"But what if you don't become Divine, what about your competition?" The role of
Divine would have to have at least a few candidates Maggie thought, at least a
handful.  
"You'll find that Madame de Fer will never hear the news of Cassandra's death,
what a pity... For the others, well you'll be glad to hear I have more than
just a few glowing recommendations. The King for one and Zevran's and my mutual
friend."
"Amell, she's back?" Zevran looked at Leliana, he hadn't seen her in at least
half a decade, he wondered if she was still the firey minx he remembered, was
she still as flexible and nimble as she once was...
"I thought you and the king would be glad to hear the news."
Maggie had no idea what they were talking about, other than she knew from
Varric's books that her grandmother was a Amell, "Am I related to the that
Amell?"
 
Zevran coughed loud and laughed down at Maggie, "I suppose you would be..."
"They are in fact cousins." Leliana corrected.
"Ah, of course..." Zevran rolled is eyes.
 
 
Day 126)
 
 
Planning was going well, everything was almost complete for tomorrow. Maggie
and Zevran enjoyed a meal for two in the Gnawed Noble Tavern, apparatus's laid
bare out on the wooden table, Maggie thought the nobles would of objected about
the steam or the bubbling of the potions, but it seemed Zevran had made himself
quite the reputation in Denerim.
Holding the mortar and pestle Maggie grinded the deathroot into a fine power
slowly tipping it into the calcinator with the concentrator agent. Zevran
pulled her back as it began to bubble and steam, "See how it's starting to boil
now, that is good, keep stirring and add the toxin extract." Maggie grabbed the
weird green goo, it smelt funky maybe even worse than half the things from her
cell back when she in the Chantry, "What is this and where it from?"
"Mhm, from the large fangs of poisons spiders, extracting it can be a tedious
task at times." He signed high as Maggie pulled the bowl closer, it looked
disgusting, "I rather liked spiders, but after seeing this I may have changed
my mind." The green sticky goo dripped from the bowl into the calcinator now
with the rest of the ingredients.
"Quickly stir!" Maggie reached for the large wooden spoon and stirred it in a
rush as mixture bubbled and spat onto the table, "faster!" Zevran almost half
yelled, Maggie moved up almost spilling everything on the table stirred it as
fast as she could. "Good, good, it's almost done... Just let it simmer now, the
longer you let it simmer the thicker it will get, once you add it too the blade
it will stop the hearts of your enemies within moments, well depending on how
much you use." 
"What would happen if I just a little then?" Zevran thought about it for a
moment, he usually didn't let his opponents suffer before death. "A long
painful death perhaps, maybe internal bleeding."
A long slow death sounded interesting in her mind, would they beg for death
after awhile, would they cry for it... "I think we need flasks to bottle this
up." Maggie gestured to the cooling mixture in the calcinator, "Yes, you are
right, go out the back and you'll find some in the wooden chest, I stashed some
belongings in there last time I was here." Maggie bowed her head and walked
through the main hall, this was the fanciest inn she had ever seen, no wonder
rich snobs came in here.
As she came to the door of the room Zevran had mentioned she heard a muffled
grunt almost a moan, creaking softly the door slowly opened wide, "Mh, stop,
stop...stop," a dark haired woman pushed a man off her, as their lips drifted
apart Maggie blinked her eyes three times but he was still there, was that the
king and a mage...
"I..." Maggie didn't know how to react, or what to say, the king shuffled
forward straitening up his tan and cream coloured furs attached to his clothes,
"It's alright Rosie, it's just a little girl, awh aren't you a lil cutie!" He
cooed bending down to Maggie, "Oh," Snapped back up quickly holding his hands
close to his chest noticing her one eye, "Ah, that's a little creepy."
Maggie pushed her face back, he wasn't exactly eye candy either. "Don't mind
him, he's stupid." She pushed his chest with the palm of her hand, "Hey, don't
you raise your hand to the K--- to the......to......I give up." He looked down
at his feet with defeat, "Yeah, that's what I thought," She shook her head.
 
"I just came here for flasks, I just want...." Cocking her head the right the
woman edged closer, her robes moved with her steps and her raven hair flowed
thickly over her shoulders,"Zevran?"
"Oh fantastic, just lovely and just when I thought we got rid of him." He moved
his hands into a strangling gesture,  "You really did never get over grudges
were you?"
 
"Oh now you are starting to sound like Kieran, you know that?- while you were
off gallivanting around Thedas with Zevran I was looking after him, you have no
idea how much trouble he was as teenager."
"All teenagers are trouble," She shook her head and smiled thinking back on her
days as a rebellious scallywag at Kinloch Hold. 
 
"HE TURNED INTO A DRAGON."
"Well..... maybe you have a point than," She narrowed her eyes concerned.
 
"Inside the bloody castle, wings and everything, breathing fire... You have no
idea Rosie, absolutely no idea, thank the Maker no one found out, I had to
restrict that whole part of the castle off for the entire weekend. People
started asking questions too, 'Why is it off limits?- Is that fire I smell?'
No, it's just the child my mistress decided it was a good idea to have, who
just so happens to have the soul Urthemiel!!" He paused and took a large breath
and spoke sarcastically, "Sleep with Morrigan she said, it'll be good idea she
said... WELL YOU WERE WRONG."  
"THEN he got all grumpy and silent, started muttering things about Dwarfs and
Titans, then it was sneaking mage girls into the keep, he got that off me
obviously...that is until he started setting things on fire again and ordering
strange elven artifacts to the front door...Cassandra is going to kill me."
 
Maggie coughed awkwardly as if they had forgotten she was there, "I just want
the flasks...."
"Where's Zevran, is he is here?"
Maggie nodded fast as the woman grabbed the small timber chest, "I suppose I'll
deliver this too him hand huh?"
"Oh, how romantic." His voice wavered with sarcasm and jealousy.
"Shut up Alistair."  She moved to the front door until Maggie stopped and
tugged onto the end of her mage robe sleeves.
"Yes?" She looked down with smile.
 
"We're cousins." Maggie mumbled under her breath.
 
 
"Oh, thank The Maker, more mages in the family." Alistair grunted loud.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     I always call my Amell's Rosie-Rosalie...
     ___
     Yeah Alistair has part time custody of Kieran XD (Hey, it could
     happen...)
     His mother was mage, his lover is a mage, the mother of his kid is a
     mage and his child is a mage... (See why he wants Leliana in charge)
     If Leliana became Divine, Kieran could probably become King too...
     thus continuing the Theirin bloodline... ALL HAIL THE DRAGON KING.
     omfg.
     -If he wanted too, he could probably be the coolest king ever... When
     he is old he'd be like Saruman, a total badass wizard..BUT one that
     can turn into a dragon..
     C'MON, IT WOULD BE AWESOME.
      
     ----Adds it to the to do list, 'Write story of Kieran, The Dragon
     King.' X'D
      
***** Lost Connections. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                               Lost Connections.
 
 
"Amell- Rosie?" Zevran dropped the mortar and pestle in his hands, watching the
human woman with the brunette hair move forward carrying a large box. "My firey
minx!!" Zevran jumped over the bar tables and chairs as Rosie placed the box at
her feet with a smile, with two swift arms around her waist, Zevran lifted her
off her feet into a tight embrace.
 
"AH, HEM." Alistair coughed loud watching from a distance with his arms
crossed.
 
"Oh, hello Alistair." Zevran placed Rosie's feet on the floor but still held on
to her around her waist, Zevran looked to Alistair for a few moments then back
to Rosie, "Where have you been my love, I haven't seen or heard from you in
ages, you shouldn't do that to your dear Zevran," He tsked his tongue and
kissed her forehead.
 
"Ah, lovely you too...just exactly want I needed to see, I am feeling all warm
and fuzzy inside." Alistair muttered while watching Amell his lover, in the
arms of that scrawny blonde elf, he had no idea what she saw in him, but women
flocked to him like a hen house rooster, it must be the hair...ladies love the
blonde hair...
 
"I have been in Tevinter, inquisition business mostly, boring stuff- you didn't
miss anything fun, I could never have fun without you Zev." Amell smiled with a
blush as she moved away from his arms with a glimmer in her eyes.
 
"Ah, no fun..." Zevran shrugged, "Lets gets some drinks, yes?" Rosie nodded and
looked back to Alistair, "Want to stay for a drink?"  
 
"With you two and little girl, of course I do." He sounded as bitter as he
looked with his scrunched up nose and folded arms. "Good, one round of the
finest Antivan brandy!" Zevran nudge Maggie with his shoulder with a smile,
"Better clear the table." He winked.
 
 
Five rounds later...
 
 
"Zeeeevran...budddy!!!" Alistair threw a arm around Zevran's shoulder, "My
dear.." Alistair hiccupped, "my....dear...fri--end, we never doing anything---
- fun, any...more."
"Ahhhhh, no....no....." Zevran wagged his finger in the air, "Remember..."
Zevran blinked twice..."Remember Haven....and...the....dragon, thoooose where
the DAYS!" Zevran laughed with a drunk chuckle.
 
"Dragons..." Alistair scoffed, "Dragon's are easier than being king... Did I
ever...ever tell you about my dragon son?"
 
"I...ah...think sooo?" Zevran through his head back confused and twitched his
nose as Rosie laughed grabbing another drink, "You should see Morrigan, she
looks more like Flemeth every time I see her." Rosie snorted as she drank with
her flusted cheeks.
 
Alistair chuckled back with a wide brazen smile, "Oh Maker!... It's true, she's
got the whole nose thing going on now, Kieran and I call her'The Beak,' "
Alistair hooked his index finger to his nose with a laugh.
 
"Morrigan is going to kill you if she hears you saying that." Rosie shook her
head with a grin that lit up her face.
 
"True...true... But the look on her face would be worth it."
"I'll drink to that," Zevran raised a glass and looked down at Maggie as she
sat there staring off into the distance, she was being more quiet then usual
for her.
 
"Meg, you haven't touched your brandy!" Zevran slurred his words looking at the
blonde girl, she really did look like Hawke with her hair pulled from her face.
 
"Maggie, my name is Maggie... And it giving me a headache." She crossed her
arms and curled her lip with are snare.
"Meg, don't lie, lying is baaaad." Zevran bopped her tiny button nose, "HA,"
"Please don't touch me." She said blankly with a glare.
 
 "Ah, you don't sound like your mother at all Meg, she loved my touchhh."
Zevran flicked his fingers towards Maggie, as she tossed her head with disgust,
"I really didn't need to know that."
 
"Jeez, Zev do you sleep with everyone you meet?!" Rosie asked curling her lip
up at Zevran.
 
"I was raised my whores my dear minx."
 
"I going, are you going to come yet?" Maggie stood up ignoring their stupid
jests, she was tired and fed up their nonsense.
 
"Now, NOW, you sound like Hawke!" Zevran laughed high.
 
 
Fenris walked into the tavern, he had been looking for Maggie for hours now and
yet there was no sign of her, this was the last tavern he thought she would be
in. Loud laughing filled the room and a strong smell of Antiva filled his nose,
"Maggie!" He saw her as she turned with a smile that made his heart flutter,
"Fenris, I would really like to go....now...like right now." Maggie looked back
at the drunken elf at the table, "He's going to be in rough shape tomorrow,"
Maggie pursed her lips to the side.
 
"Yes, indeed he is." Fenris frowned.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Cassandra's chapter is coming up next...
     (Like for reals)
     --
     Remember Haven in Origins... GODS I hated that place... I was so
     happy when The Temple of Sacred Ashes was destroyed...
     Then there was the Deep Roads... Or more preferably 'The Roads to
     Hell' Cause you'd rather sell your soul to a demon than relive those
     3 hours.
     -ALSO.
     While writing this I have come to the conclusion...
     I want to kill Anora... XD
     (It must be done)
***** Walk into the Light. *****
Chapter Notes
     -----GORE-----
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                             Walk into the Light.
 
 
 
Day 127)
 
 
Maggie tugged on the edges of the stupid pink frilly dress Leliana and forced
her to wear, it was the most idiotic thing she had had ever seen, white lace
and all. Her hair felt funny where she had cut her fridge straight across to
cover up her bad eye, but at least she had let her keep bun Zevran had placed
in it.
 
Fenris seemed amused by the dress as much as she was, his thoughts wondered to
what Hawke would of done in this situation if she was a child, or as a mother,
Hawke would of at least made a good mother in time but somehow he never saw her
as one back when they were friends.
 
Maggie paced back and forth, the voices were quiet today and so Zevran, he
didn't seem to get a hangover as much she thought, perhaps he had a high
tolerance for alcohol. His bow was placed his grasp as he felt over the arrows
and making sure the feathers where placed tightly to the wood as he pushed them
all back into a rough leather quiver.
 
"You'll only have one chance to do this," Leliana paced through the room with
her hands behind her back, "If this goes bad, the Divine's security will
increase after, we will have no chance, we have only one try and if somehow
Cassandra doesn't die she will suspect me... You need to make full sure she is
dead."
 
Maggie nodded, she had be practicing with Zevran for almost a month now, she
could do this while Cassandra had her back turned for sure.
 
--
 
Fort Drakon stood before Maggie, such a large tower the roof hit the clouds,
she couldn't believe anyone could live in such a massive place. "See that my
girl," Zevran pointed to the very top of the tower as he bent down level with
Maggie, "That's where the arch-demon from the fifth blight died, I was there
you know..." It had been two decades since that day yet he remembered it as if
it was yesterday, it always lingered in his mind and he could still feel the
heat of the flame on his skin and the smell of burning corpses as they entered
the boarders of the fort, "I must go now, but know that'll be watching from a
distance, like ashadow." He gave Maggie a quick nod as he pulled a black hood
over his head and without a second blink he had simply vanished into the
darkness.
 
It almost felt strange to be alone now for her, as she walked one step at a
time up to the large door, she coughed deep in her throat then knocked on the
large wooden doors.
 
Before she could knock twice the door slowly opened with a creak and the bright
colours shone heavily in her view, her eyes fluttered as her feet met the long
soft cherry carpet rug, "You're the girl the Divine has requested?" A large man
stood over her tall and wide in armour, sword at the waist. "Yes," she replied.
 
The large guard walked at a fast pace through the keep, around corners and up
stairs Maggie followed closely from behind, taking in everything and wondering
exactly where Zevran was. "Divine Victoria is through there, into the first
room on the right." The guard pointed, towards the dark oaken door with the
gold plated doorknob.
 
Maggie nodded her head and left the guards side as she looked back once trying
to get a glimpse of Zevran but he was no where to be seen. Fingers grasped the
doorknob and twisted it in her palm, the door slowly opened and she could she a
woman dressed in white sitting at a desk with Leliana behind her.
 
"Come in," Her voice was bold and as gruff as it was the day she had met the
king for the chantry fire, Maggie swallowed nervously in her throat as her
fingers curled to straighten out her dress. 
 
"Sit," Her finger pointed to the scarlet velvet armchair in front of her.
 
Cassandra moved her brightly coloured feather pen from her fingers dunking it
into the ink pot and moved her paper neatly into a draw, her hands drifted up
to her head as she pulled the large hat from her head and placed it to the
ground revealing her short black hair that was lined with thick grey streaks.
 
"This is the child, I told you about Your Holiness." Leliana moved forward with
her swaying hips and wink in her eye.
 
"I see that Leliana." Cassandra didn't seem impressed at all my Maggie, she
moved forward and had a closer look, "You do look simpler I'll admit that at
least," She turned to Leliana and gave a quick nod, "Leave us be."
 
"Of course," Leliana bowed her head as she left the room with her quick
strides.
 
Silence filled the room as Maggie sat their in the huge velvet armchair, her
feet not touching the ground and the sun slowly pouring through the large vivid
stain glass windows.
 
"I guess by know you are fully aware of who your parents are," Cassandra slowly
stood, pushed her chair in with a gentle nudge, "Your mother and I were knew
each other for certain amount of time."
 
Maggie bit her tongue in her mouth, and nodded her head as the rage filled her
mind with Cassandra's words, "I will admit, I had no idea that your mother was
even with child, but it would explain why she just disappeared so suddenly."
Cassandra looked towards the window taking in all the lights and colours
beaming through the large windows.
 
"Too be entirely honest, I was expecting you too look..." Cassandra paused
briefly and turned to face Maggie, "more elven." 
 
Maggie had no idea what Cassandra was talking about, she was defiantly off her
rocker...maybe that's why Leliana wanted to take over so badly.
 
"I would have you know that I am very elven especially if I perk my ears up."
Maggie pushed her hair behind her ears and lifted them up with a smirk on her
toothy grin.
 
"I...see..." Cassandra frowned deep and opened her draws to pull something out,
Maggie watched her hand as she gripped something large and leather-bound
placing it on the desk, "This is one of the oldest copies of the chant of
light, do you know it?- I learnt it as girl, I would study it endlessly day and
night until I had every line perfect, though I never imagined I would be here
today."   
 
Her eyes watched the book, the Sunburst Star glittered on the front, perhaps
made from some kind of crystal, the book looked heavy, almost the weight of a
brick, why anyone would keep something like that Maggie had no idea. "I know
the chant of light yes, I was forced to learn it as a child."
 
Maggie still remembered it as a young kid, chantry sisters forcing her to learn
the words, giving her lashes for every mistake, it was how she learnt to talk.
 
"It's a good thing to learn as a child, can teach one respect and obedience."
Maggie knew the Divine would be full of shit, but this was to a whole new
level. "Indeed so," Maggie leaned back in the chair and clenched her fists
together tightly. "Your mother leaves you big shoes too fill, child... I hope
you understand that, though the fact of your father being entwined with a
spirit is a little considering."
 
"Ah, yeah sure...." Maggie raised a brow unimpressed.
 
 
"Lavellan," Cassandra muttered under breath like a soft whisper.
 
Maggie almost felt like screaming, what in the void was she talking about, she
was a total nut, is this what Leliana had told here to get in here, what was
she thinking.
 
She got down from her chair and flattened out her pink frilly monstrosity,
Zevran would be laughing somewhere watching this she knew. Cassandra bend down
on her knees softly facing the windows, "I often pray that your mother will one
day return, I hope she is well where ever she is, but now that we have found
you, we could have a chance again, to rebuild we need a heir to succeed in what
we started, people would learn to follow you in time, you may be young but we
all have to start somewhere."
 
"Mhm, other then the fact that I am slowly dying that sounds like great a
idea," Maggie quickly grasped the leather bound book in her grasp, it was much
heavier than she thought.
 
"Pardon?" Cassandra turned her head only to be smashed in the face with the
Makers book, blood spat out of her mouth as she hit the ground with her hands
bracing herself, she could really take a hit. Maggie moved closer book in hand,
"FUCK THE MAKER!" She yelled slamming the book down on the back of Cassandra's
skull, a loud crack sound filled her ears with a sickening crunch.
 
Cassandra grunted something Maggie couldn't tell what, why was she still
alive...
 
"My mother wasn't a elf you stupid bitch," Maggie kicked the nudged the Divine
with her foot pushing her flat down, "She was Marian Hawke," The name fueled
Maggie's rage as she clenched the blasted book of the Maker in her hands, "I am
going to read you lines of the chant," She sneered down at the bloody woman
with the head injury's.
 
Cassandra's hands tried to grip and pull down at Maggie as she moved lower
sitting over her chest with knees on either side. "Too be honest miss hat lady,
it's my favourite part of the book... And the only part I actually
remember..."  Maggie signed with a shrug.
 
"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him."
 
She brought the book over her head and slammed it down into Cassandra's head
with a another loud crack causing a dent in her face from the break in her
skull.
 
"Foul and corrupt are they who have taken His gift
and turned it against His children."
 
The next swing came slamming down harder, the dent in her skull getting bigger
with every hit almost like cracking a egg open or broken glass on a mirror
almost about to shatter open.
 
Maggie's arms where getting weak from the weak of the book but she wasn't done
and Cassandra was still alive clawing away at her arms and legs.
 
 "They shall be named Maleficar, accursed ones."
 
The next hit was softer but so was Cassandra's smashed skull, blood was gushing
and leaking from her eyes and nose, the violent blunt hits causing presser on
her skull and her eyes to bulge from her head. Cassandra's large popped eyes
where starting to make Maggie feel uncomfortable the way they were staring at
her, however their was more left.
 
"They shall find no rest in this world."
 
 The book slammed down again with every bit of strength she had left, cracking
the rest of Cassandra's skull completely in, the edges of the book where soaked
red in blood parts of Cassandra's head where open wide with blood pooling
beneath her body, Maggie stood as the Divines legs twitched with nerves endings
going crazy.
 
"Or beyond."
 
The final hit pounded down with a heavy bash, finally cracking her skull wide
open ceasing her movements entirely.
 
Divine Victoria was dead.
 
 
 
--
 
 
Zevran found Maggie slumped over a corpse on a rug when he entered the room,
slowly closing the door behind him and locking it shut, she was clenching a
large blood soaked book in her hands, it looked old and possibly very valuable.
 
"Maggie?" Zevran looked down at the corpse and blood dreched little girl, the
Divine looked...dead...at least...
 
"I...ah...see you got the job done." Zevran gulped thickly in his throat down
at the Divine, he had no idea whether to be impressed by her creativity or feel
nauseous.
 
"What are we going to do with the body?" Maggie wiped her bloody hands onto her
pink dress as she nudged it with her foot.
 
Zevran shrugged scratching his head, "Throw it out the window?" at least that
would cover up the fact that her head was smashed into tiny pieces. Zevran
paced forward towards the stain glass pulling his hood far over his face and
kicked, shattering it down.
 
"Okay...okay." Zevran didn't exactly feel comfortable doing this, his bent down
and slowly cradling her in his arms. Gently he lifted off with his knees, she
was heavier than she looked, under that big robe.
 
He got her almost mid way up when pieces of her skull slowly started drop onto
the floor, Zevran felt sick in his stomach as more started to drop onto the
ground until a loud sludgy thump that sent both Zevran and Maggie screaming.
 
The body crashed against the floor, it was too much for Zevran, he wasn't used
to having to deal with bodies, little alone brains.
 
"EW!" Maggie gagged deep in her throat, looking down at the white bloody round
object.
"Ew indeed." Zevran was going to be sick, he knew it.
 
Zevran felt dirty all over, and not in the fun enjoyable way. "Argh," He signed
disgusted grabbing her legs and dragged her along the floor with a bloody smear
trail tracing towards the window, he closed his eyes as he picked the body up
once more and through it down out of the window.
 
"Maggie my dear please pick up the brain." Zevran's words stung his throat, how
he wished he would never have to used that sentence in his life. 
 
"Ah, no." Maggie was not going to touch it, the eyes where still attached and
everything, it was creepy and it was looking at her.
 
"I don't like it Zevran, get rid of it."
 
"I am not touching it." Zevran folded his arms.
 
"Well, I am not... You're the one wearing gloves."
 
"Dalish leather gloves, NOT for picking up...THAT." ..."And they were a gift." 
He cocked his head feeling over the fine leather.
 
"So... Stop being a wuss and pick it up." Maggie demanded
 
"Ha, I am not wuss little girl." Zevran snapped through his teeth with a tilt
of his head, "But I am still not touching it, so you better start picking it
up."
 
"No..." Maggie demanded stubborn like her mother.
"Yes." Zevran replied back.
 
"So, we should just leave it in here then...just laying...there...in the open?"
 
"Ah, yes..." Zevran talk in a sarcastic sassy tone, "Her body is outside there,
and her brain is in here, not suspicious at all." 
 
 
Maggie signed, "Flip a coin."
 
Zevran shrugged with the idea, at least it was fair. He pulled a gold sovereign
out of his pocket and held it in his grasp as he moved to his fingers and
flipped it in the air and caught it with his other hand clenching it tight.
 
"Heads or tails?" He asked.
 
 
 
'Heads.' the voice in head pounded against her skull as she tried to keep a
straight face.
 
"Heads for not heads," Maggie giggled with a smile.
 
 
Zevran unclenched his hand with out saying anything, he tucked the coin away
and started to pull his gloves off, "Ah...want to go again... Best out of
three?" He looked back with dread.
 
"No," Maggie shook her head.
 
"FINE." Zevran pursed his lips and passed his gloves into Maggie's hands.
 
He looked down at the sickly brain and grasped the white fleshy mass in his
hands as the long stringy stands dangled with two eyes,
"Ew...ew...ew...ew...ew...ew...ew...ew....so ew..." Zevran held it and threw it
out the window, and grabbed Maggie's dress wiping the gooey substance onto her
dress.
 
Maggie stared blankly unimpressed, "Let's go..." She rolled her eyes.
 
 
"Yes, good idea...you might want to stay close too...if we get caught we'll
have to run...and I won't carry you on my back." Zevran signed.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the long wait, I have been busy with everything else I
     had neglected while I had been writing this everyday...
     Yeah I stepped the gore levels up... because if you are going to kill
     a Divine you might as well bludgeon her to death with a the holy book
     of the Maker, while reciting it too her...
     Then make fun of it after with sick humour...
     Honestly I have nothing against Cassandra at all, I just needed three
     people... Originally it was going to be Leliana instead, then I
     changed my mind because she is a better Divine by far.
     And while you may be thinking, "jeez, this kid is really f*cked up."
     Maggie hasn't been raised at all, I doubt if she even knows right
     from wrong, she doesn't understand a lot of things... all she knows
     and understands if that life sucks and people are cruel...
     - Cassandra was referring Cole to being her father... yeah i know it
     is weird... but he and Lavellan were close, not that close obviously,
     but enough for Leliana to make up some lie... anyway Ellana Lavellan
     will make a short appearance soon.. (In the free marches.)
     This story is now heading back home to Kirkwall!
***** Lost and Found. *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                Lost and Found.
 
 
 
 
Day 128)
 
It was cold and dark, the rain drifted, battering the inn roof on a slant
angle. The cracks in the window let the moister dampen the room, it truly was
miserable and utterly uncomfortable to a whole. Fenris sat awake watching over
the young girl, she looked peaceful while she slept, eyes closed and drifting
somewhere peaceful in the fade. Fenris' ungloved hand stroked her blonde locks
of hair softly between his fingers, enough so she wouldn't feel his touch,
though a soft smile glimmered on her face that reminded him of his lost love
Hawke.
 
Heavier rain drops stormed on the now leaking roof, drip after drip a puddle
formed on the chilled planks under the soft pads of Fenris' bare feet. Leliana
still hadn't returned and the early hours of the morning where upon them,
Zevran hadn't said anything when he dropped Maggie off, nor did she, everything
was kept quiet, did they leave him out on purpose...
 
A uncomfortable amount of dread was forming inside his mind, it would only take
a few hours get Maggie and him on horseback out of the city and onto a boat,
yet leaving the city that would be on a lockdown after such a murder seemed
like the worst idea on hand. His long fingers tapped anxiously waiting for
Leliana to return, would she even come back tonight, he had no idea.
 
His mind drifted off with the sound of the rain as he sat on the floor besides
the bundled up furs that held his sickly child, one he couldn't help within his
powers, yet Varric might, it was his last option, and one of the only reasons
why he wanted to head back to Kirkwall, other than Varric residing there as
Viscount, there was nothing left there anymore for him, and even Varric's
hospitality grew thin at times, he doubted Varric's motives and friendship
towards him.
 
Eyes closed for what seemed like second that turned to hours hunched over
Maggie, a hand grasped Fenris' shoulder with a slight nudging pull. "Fenris,"
slender fingers grasped his metal plates and the smell of fine Fereldan wild
flowers and lavender filled his nose, it was finally Leliana.
 
Leliana stepped back into the shadows as she light a candle held to the wall in
a copper holder, Fenris' knees cracked as he stood slowly, his tight leather
breaches had made his long thin legs numb from sitting on a hard surface for
too long. A flow of fiery red hair caught his eyes in a bright haze as her hood
dropped to her shoulders, strutting forward with a sway of her hips her face
finally appeared from the shadows and yet a smile she did not show, it was a
frown and tired looking eyes that were wanting rest as much as his.
 
"What happened?" Fenris asked even though he had his doubts whether he wanted
to know or not. Leliana pursed her lips thin, tired and her eyes ached rich
with emotion. "It doesn't matter, it is over now, Cassandra is gone and so is
the Divine. I once considered her my close friend, you know this yes?- it's
with a heavy heart that this had to happen, but it was needed, for what is to
come, the world will need change and order to push forward..." Leliana's voice
was heavy with sorrow though she masked it softly by standing back within the
shadows of the room.
 
"So, you're not going to tell me?- well at least make sure we can leave, I want
to be out of here by tomorrow or the next day, we have already been here for
far too long."
 
"Shhh."A finger lifted to Leliana's lips with a hush at the end of her tongue,
"Don't wake her, let her sleep... You will be leaving soon, the boat is already
set and paid for, thanks to your dear old Varric. Looks like you'll be
traveling back on a Free Marchers fishing trawler, all other ships and
transport will be stalled till the Divine's 'Accident' is fully investigated."
 
 Accident,lingered in the back of her mind, far away being pushed back by the
glimpses of a crushed, bloody corpse, filled with shards of stained glass.
'suicide' was thrown around a lot by the half witted guards that were supposed
to be protecting her, that was until they saw the mass amounts of blood in her
room that flooded the floor and soaked deep into the wood, no...it was no
accident and if that's how she wanted it too look than so be it, anyone and
everyone could be persuaded or pushed with a gentle yet guiding hand.
 
Leliana had once dreamed that she was chosen, chosen for a higher purpose, this
was it, whether she had to achieve it by her own hand and not the Makers, maybe
this is what he wanted in the end, for her to strike out with her own hand and
take what she deserved. She would be faithful and a true loyal servant of to
The Maker, as Andraste was to him, fighting for him, for faith and love. Blood
will flow and arrows will be unleashed, for this was a new age and a new
beginning under her management.
 
"So be it," Fenris pulled the fur up over Maggie, making sure she remained warm
from the damp, chilled breezes that drifted through the cracks and gaps through
the wooded floor. Leliana stood quietly watching and waiting in the shadows,
her feet moved silently as if she hovered.
 
The silence was almost deafening, Leliana was deep in thought pondering and
brooding so loud that it sent shivers down his spine. "What is it?" He asked,
finally giving up with her emptiness, it was growing long and shallow.
 
"You love the girl, yes?- I can see it, though one rarely sees true love, only
in ballads sang by bards... Yet the way you care for her is almostmaternal, you
cluck over her like a mother hen, it is....interesting."
 
Fenris closed his eyes for a brief moment and let out the air that pooled in
his lungs, he was too tired to discus this, yes he cared for the young girl,
yes she was a mage and yes god damn loved her. "Be out with it, what do you
really want to say, I am in no mood for your jests, I have done enough for you,
for everyone, I want her safe and far away from here and you." He hissed
through his teeth with a subtle whisper that stung his throat.
 
"Away from me?" Leliana questioned as she closed her eyes with a shake of her
head with a sign of air,  "That's rich coming from the likes of you Fenris, you
can not lie to me, I know the truth and you are lucky I will not speak of it to
the poor girl, because it's you she should hear it from, Maker have no pity on
you for hiding it from her, she will learn the truth and it can either be from
you or she'll learn it from another one day, if she's lucky enough to live that
long." Long bottled up anger filled her rage, too long had she tried to remain
silent and calm, letting everything dig and eat away at her self control, she
was far too old and fed up to deal with this at this right now in this moment.
 
Fenris drifted his head down, his fridge covering his face as he looked back
towards the young girl fast asleep, he didn't know how she would react when she
discovered the truth, there was much hidden and lot unsaid, hopefully she did
not take after him and hold such strong grudges.
 
"Please forgive me," he whispered to his sleeping love.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter End Notes
     I haven't updated in foooorever. jeez, I am legit the worst. I am a
     terrible, a horrific human being...
     But anyways, there should be maybe only ten-ish chapters left-
     hopefully, probably a few more... defiantly a few more flashback
     scenes.
     --
     Am I implying the love between a child and parent is true love,
     yes...yes I am.
     --
     p.s.
     The love between a gal and her four cats is also true love... I know
     this... *signs*
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