AN: Well, here's another DA fanfic, but very much non-canon. Don't worry, fellow readers, I do like a challenge, so all major plot points and turns WILL be included. Just bear with me on this. This is NOT going to ruin my other fanfic, for a completely different fearless Warden is taking down the Blight. If you've ever played a certain downloadable content this follows much the same way, with a few different things as well.

Different from the game? I should hope so! This is in fact a fanfic, Bioware still owns the game and plot points I include, as well as the well known and loved companions. I just own these certain Champions.

Now, enough from me, here's the story!

*Evelynn*

She was running, had been running for quite a few hours. She was sure the Templars had noticed her escape by now, but she still had about an afternoon of running ahead of them and she was surprisingly fast given she'd been trapped in that prison for five years now. This must be my Dalish roots kicking in right now. She thought as she nimbly ran through the forest and barely made a sound. She also wasn't as tired as she expected, given how long she gone without food and rest, but she had to leave now. Had to gather her family and close friends together and leave Ferelden. And soon. The was a Blight taking root in the whole southern region of the lands and it was spreading quickly. Thankfully, none of her family was located there, for there was nothing left of Lothering. So she's heard.

As she ran, she was thinking through her head of what family she had left. Of course her mother and father were still alive, they were still located in the Brecilian forest among that clan of Dalish elves. Everyone in her family were pure Dalish, and were proud of it. Why wouldn't they be? She remembered that also one of her brothers and one of her sisters were hunters for the clan. Ardryll, her brother, was a warrior, but with elven and Dalish finesse. Then her sister, Ioelena, was trained to be deadly but graceful with her bow. She had a Natural connection with animals, much like everyone else, but could instead call on them for help. If Evelynn remembered correctly, that was called a Ranger, right? Anyway, she'd be going there first since they were closer to her. So that put their group so far at two mages (Her Father, Taenaron, and herself), two rogues (Her Mother, Imara, and her sister), then one warrior.

After she gathers her parents and siblings, she will go to Denerim and find her other brother, sister, then her aunt who were taken there only by the sheer force opposing them. They had been outnumbered, five to one, and taken in to be slaves for the sniveling shemlen lords to be drooled on. They were, and hopefully still are, forces of unstoppable power and will benefit them greatly. Not only that, they are family for she loves them dearly and will do anything necessary for them all to get out of Ferelden. She knows they didn't turn their back on their kind and had been taken away from their home, much like she was. Anyway, their aunt was a rogue, dealing with dual blades and proved to be a very proficient assassin after a run in with some Crows. Her name is Gaylia, and is a sister to her mother. Her younger brother, Ralnor, knew magic and could perform it quite well, only he'd been working longer at concealing it than she, for his powers came to him since the moment he could walk. Her other sister, Mahria, also younger than she, took more to the warrior side of the battle, though she barely did fight.

Yes, she did in fact have a big family, but that wasn't going to stop them from getting out of this Blighted hole. For they are the Amalith's, and nothing will ever stop that, not even a damnable Blight. You could tell they were a family too, they all had a slight but muscular frame, their men a little more so. The women of the family all had the high cheek bones, small sloped and dainty noses, pouted and slim lips, and big, round eyes. Her brothers took after their dad, and had the firm jaw, narrowed, soulful eyes, and gently sloped noses. They all had the same type of eyes, but not the exact same eye color. The family trait it seemed was odd-eyes from their mother, and pale from their father.

Her father had pale brown eyes, making it almost a hazel but not quite. Her mother had a deep blue eye and deep sea green eye. Mahria had both brown eyes, but a unique pair of one dark and one pale. Ardryll had both pale green eyes. Gaylia had one white iris, and a pale purple. Ralnor had a piercing amber eye and a soothing deep blue. Ioelena had the icy pale blue eyes in the family. Evelynn however... was the odd one. The only way to describe her eyes, was much like a cut diamond. The light bouncing off of it, making many different colors shine into it. At first glance, that is not what people see. They see blue eyes, much like clear waters, staring them in the face. But on closer inspection, if they stand two feet away, they can tell clear as day that that is not all her eyes are. There are prominent outlines of blue, hazel, green, purple, and red all in her eyes. The colors are not specks or lines, but circles, like swirls of mana, littering her eyes.

The other family trait is the dark hair. Even their father has it. A dark brown hair color. A color that gives off a woodsy kind of aura. Evelynn like having it in medium length, two braids that wrap around her head and tie together in a loop in the back. Mahria, last she saw, had it just under her chin with a single braid on the side. Ioelena, with hair the same length as Mahria, just had bangs in the front and a messy look to her hair. Her mom just had long and wavy, but beautiful, hair that ran down her back. Her Aunt had the same long hair, but it was wrapped up in a bun. Her brothers' and father's hair was quite the same, for it was just like that one Dalish boy now what was his name? Tammy? Thomas? No, thats right, Tamlen. He was fun to get into trouble with...

She was knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the sudden sound of barking, and froze in her tracks. The Templars maybe? She thought. But no, that sounded much like a Mabari? Is that the Shemlen dog-lords popular breed? That part didn't matter, what did matter was that it was dangerously close. She looked around, but before she had time to think of an escape route, it had tackled her to the ground and was barking happily like he had found a treasure. She huffed and tried to get it off, for she didn't want to be under the beast of an animal when she was sure the owners were close by. Not to mention the fact that you are an escaped apostate. Her thoughts mumbled to her. She let out a huff as her breath was knocked out once again when the dog put a heavy paw on her stomach. On the plus side, if he- wait he right? She spared a look under the dog and nodded. Yes, he. If he was owned by someone that wasn't a Templar, she might be safe. She had hidden her staff and had adorned leather armor from some poor sod who didn't need it anymore. She heard the stomping of feet that was racing toward her, and the clanking or armor. Her heart stopped and she held her breath.

Some Shemlen in what looked like chainmail clambered through into the small clearing where she was pinned. He hunched over and from what she could tell, he and his hound had been following for some time. The dog didn't remove his paw but barked happily and his master looked up. She starred for she remembered him. He was the Grey Warden that "saved" her and the other mages from Uldred two weeks ago. He offered a smile and whistled to his dog. He used her stomach as a launch pad and bounded over to greet him.

She coughed and tried to replace the air lost once more, clutching her stomach and curling as if to protect it. The Warden stared at her for a moment longer, and offered her his hand. She looked as if it might bit her, and looked uneasily at him before accepting it. This seemed to please him for he offered her an even bigger smile before asking,

"So, come here often?"

*Ioelena*

Something isn't right here... She thought sorrowfully. Ioelena had gone out on her own for once into the woods when they had cried out to her for help. She could sense it. The taint. She wasn't a fabled Grey Warden, but she still knew her home was slowly dying, and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing she did know about this Blight, was that it was not going to take her family away. Not now, nor ever. Her family was quite big, with four siblings, an Aunt, and her two parents, they were an unstoppable force when fighting together. Six years back, before that lord's men took away her aunt and two of her siblings, they were happy, free, and the whole of the Blight be damned if she wasn't going to get that again. They had traveled with one clan before this one, lead by Marethari. She was a nice one, and very wise. She helped with teaching the mages in our family how to better train their magic. Once Ralnor, Mahria, and Gaylia were captured, they had left the clan and tried to run after them in an attempt to kill those Shemlen and take them back. During the chase, that was when we noticed that Evelynn had fallen behind. With Ioelena being the older sister, she had to do her duty and save her little sister. Only she had failed, for when she had almost reached the clearing, Templars came and snatched her away.

Their parents took it very hard, for their three youngest children had been captured and enslaved. She and Ardryll tried their best to comfort their parents, but it would not work. We couldn't blame them really, but we still wanted to help. They still do. She had been working on a plan to leave, and on the way freeing their family from whoever their slavers were. Be that a rich flithly Shemlen, or a religious Shem with fancy armor. With that, she walked back to camp, and found her brother, father, and mother. She brought them out to their favorite river, and they all sat down on the rocks littering the side of the bend. She took and deep breath, readying herself for what she was about to say.

Then, she spoke, as did her family "We need to leave Ferelden."

*Mahria*

"Come here, you knife-eared little wench!" she flinched as the Bann Loren's son called her into his room. That tone of voice meant either two things. One, she had failed her master in one of the jobs he needed her to do, or he was in one of his insatiable moods and it was her turn to comply with his demands. She walked in slowly, head down for she wasn't allowed eye contact, and whispered softly. "Yes, master?" he threw one of the vases at his bedside and it shattered on the wall to her left, very nearly hitting her. She flinched as the glass rained down on her. He was obviously drunk. Again.

"Come, I'm bored and am in need of fun. You know what I need from you, don't you." He said as he stumbled over to her and pressed her against the door, shutting it. He didn't have a shirt on. In fact, the only article of clothing he had was one sock, and it was only half on anyway. She might have laughed, had she the upper hand, but she didn't and was stripped of her weapons. Luckily, her brother, aunt, and she had a plan to escape tonight, and it was all going according to plan. Starting with their "Master". Her ploy all these years, was to act the terrified elven servant, making her seem weak. So far, it was working.

"Oh, but Master! You haven't had your special drink yet." She reminded him, though it was obvious he had already done so, and from his drunken state, he'd had a lot. He stopped to think about that, and when he did, she took her chance. She kneed him in his boys, and slammed her head with his, stunning him. Of course it hurt her, but it hurt him more. With him unconscious, she tried to drag him into the closet. He was awfully heavy and much too tall for her to handle on her own. She stopped when she heard the door open, afraid for a second that it was the guards, but then relieved when she saw Ralnor and her aunt. They had put on their armor and equipped their weapons, and Mahria couldn't help but smile when she saw her weapons, shiny and just like new. At long last. She thought, as she stared at them, and gave one last kick to the Bann's groin for good measure.

"Come on, sis. Just leave him. We don't have the time." Her brother whispered quietly but urgently. She nodded after a moments hesitation and quickly equipped her armor and weapons.

"Are you ready, Dalens?" Their Aunt Gaylia asked when all looked set. They both nodded and followed, as she lead the way out through a servants exit. When free of the castle, they ran in an attempt to leave Denerim.

AN: So... Whatdidya think? Please R&R to tell me your opinion. Any review is a good review! I'm sorry if it seems rushed but I can't fix it if you don't tell me, so please do! :D I made this Fic for you.. ;)

This isn't going to be a fast updating story, for I'm still getting used to this thing. See you guys next time!