Horribly Wrong

Author's Note: So I accidently deleted this from as I was trying to replace the first chapter with a new one! Yes…that's correct, I'm adding to the story! YAY! But yeah, sorry to all of you who had it listed as favorite. Not sure what accidently deleting it did.

Disclaimer: The characters, places and things of the Dragon Age universe do not belong to me. If they did, Alistair would live at my house and Zevran would be in a collar.

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Nelia, First Enchanter of the Mages Circle tower, sat in her office going through the day's paper work. She let out a soft sigh, rubbing her wrists in between writing sentences. At her feet, her Mabari lay curled up on a carpet, whining slightly in its sleep.

Laying her pen down, Nelia leaned back in her chair. It was fast approaching the six year anniversary of the ending of the fifth blight, and she knew she would be expected to make an appearance in Denerim to honor the memorial that had been built.

She pushed at Mouse with her toes, attempting to get him to roll over. "Come-on you great lump, you're putting my other foot to sleep.

On her desk sat a portrait of the Warden who had ended the blight by giving his own life as sacrifice, and to this day she would never forget him. She smiled at the portrait fondly, and could almost hear his voice in her head taunting her for over-feeding the Mabari.

From the hall, one of the Templars began to shout. "First Enchanter!" He crashed through her door, face red from running. "There is an Apostate at the gate who claims to know you!"

Looking up, Nelia quirked a brow. "An Apostate? Interesting…what does it look like?" She managed to free her foot as the Templar had startled Mouse awake.

"Dark hair, revealing robes, had a child with it…maybe six years in age?" He spoke in between attempts to catch his breath.

Nelia jumped up with a start, an angry scowl on her face. "Tell the Templars to leave her to me." He grabbed her staff and tore out of the room, leaving the Templar in the dust.

At the doors to the Tower, she charged a lightning spell and ran down the front walk until she was face to face with the dark haired Apostate. "I should kill you where you stand Morrigan. You no good, lying bitch."

Morrigan held out her hands in surrender. "Good to see you too old friend. How are you? I'm doing quite well myself." She smirked at the angry mage. "Getting violent in your old age are we?"

Growling, Nelia shot the bolt of lightning at Morrigan's feet, then charged another. "How dare you show your face after what you did to us…to Alistair! That ritual… how could you do that to us? I though you were my friend."

Slowly, Morrigan folded her arms and sighed. "I assure you the ritual worked, just not as I had planned it."

Next to Morrigan, a small boy in a robe stood, idly shifting one foot to the other. "Oh shut up you crazy witch. Just let me tell her so we can get through this quickly and painlessly." He gave Morrigan a shove with small hands, attempting to push her out of Nelia's path.

Nelia gave the child a look of curiosity. "What a fine mother you make Morrigan, letting the child speak to you in such a way." She narrowed her eyes. "So this is Alistair's child then? Is it an old god?"

"Oh, I'm not HER child… well, not really. And no, I'm not an old god either." The boy stepped forward and dropped his hood, looking up at Nelia with a cheerful smile. "You gotta imagine how gross it was though not only to have to sleep with her, but to have to be birthed by her as well."

Sinking to her knees before the boy, Nelia's mouth dropped open. "It can't be? Alistair?" In almost comical slow motion, she slumped to the side in a dead faint.

As soon as she hit the ground, the younger Templar who had ran out with her gave a shout to the pair who guarded the doors. "Go and get the Knight Commander!" He pulled his sword out and turned back to watch exactly what the Apostate and child would do.

Morrigan rolled her eyes. "Like I said, the ritual went a little wrong." She crouched down next to the fainted elf, sighing. "It seems like it has not been a good few years for our old friend…"

Alistair rolled his eyes, kneeling on Nelia's opposite side. "Yes, well… if you had just listened to me when I told you we should go to her…"

"Alistair, need I remind you that you were all of two years of age…" Morrigan stood, arms folded. "I thought I was going crazy… I mean, hearing a two year old talk with the knowledge of an adult."

Smirking, Alistair grinned at her. "So, you're admitting I'm intelligent are you now?"

Between them, Nelia began to stir. She blinked a few times while she glanced between the two. "Morrigan… I'm not going crazy am I?"

Morrigan let out a laugh. "If it were only true." She crouched down once more, offering a hand to the elf.

Nelia took the offered hand, her own shaking slightly. She straightened her robes as she was pulled to her feet, and then looked at the boy standing next to her. "Eer, Morrigan… how exactly could his happen?" She kneeled down, looking over Alistair carefully. "Do you suppose that the Archdemon's soul is playing a trick on you? I would expect any child of Alistair's to look like him…this must be some sort of hoax."

Alistair let out a string of giggles, and then leaned into Nelia's ear, whispering softly. He took a step back after a moment and gave her a grin.

Eyes growing wide as he whispered to her, "Maker's breath…" Nelia quickly stood and blushed brightly. "Ok, I'm convinced, embarrassed… but convinced."

"What did you tell her?" Morrigan quirked a brow and looked down at the smaller boy.

Alistair flashed an impish grin to Morrigan, then pulled his hood back over his head. "We should probably get to somewhere more private. I do believe your templars are curious about the crazy witch."

Morrigan scowled, sending a glare to the back of Alistair's head. "You little nug humper."

Nelia, still red, nodded slowly. She walked to the nearest of the guards. "The woman is not a threat, nor is she a blood mage. She stood with me in the battle with the Archdemon. I will take her into my care as a Gray Warden and keep her with me."

Before the younger Templar had a chance to answer her, the Knight Commander walked forward and scowled. "This is highly irregular First Enchanter." He folded his arms, eyes never leaving Morrigan. "I do not trust Apostates. The chantry will demand we bring her to justice."

"Collan…" Nelia rolled her eyes. "Please, until I process some new information. That child is extremely precious to me, and the woman has answers I need. So please, just this once… go against your training and trust me?"

Gritting his teeth, the Knight Commander spun on his heals and walked back into the tower, gesturing for the rest to follow.

Alistair appeared next to Nelia, wrapping one of his hands in hers. "Boy, you sure do have a way with men."

With a laugh, Nelia lead him into the tower with Morrigan trailing along behind.

"I still want to know what the little nug humper told you…"