A/N Howdy everyone! I know I said I was going to post this during the weekend but I just got done going on a major writing spree for a few of my stories so I guess I am a little ahead of schedule. lol anyway This is my sequel to Denial and I hope you all enjoy it!
Background
Twelve years after the champion fled Kirkwall chaos broke loose. Circles fell in rebellion as did the Templar order. Seekers abandoned the chantry in order to hunt the mages and with so many against them, Mages were driven into hiding as a new world was born. Refugees scattered across Thedas and parts of Fereldan, hiding from those who suspected who they really were. Some fled to Tevinter, in hopes the magisters would take pity on them. Others were not as lucky.
The champion of Kirkwall led her life in secret, traveling to help those who she could while keeping her own a secret. Till this day, there are still those who seek her out, along with the warden, to right the wrongs that have occurred.
Chapter 1 Memories
Necarrii aimed her bow carefully at the bulls-eye in front of her. Listening carefully to the wind, she quickly adjusted her aim and let the arrow fly, hitting the target directly in its middle.
"Keep shooting like that and even Sebastian will be in a run for his money." She turned around to see her cousin, Menrin standing firmly behind her.
"Oh please, cousin, you know as well as I do it will take a lot more than a sixteen year old with a bow to scare his majesty." She laughed at the thought. "Then again, I am my mother's child."
Menrin laughed.
Replacing her bow on her back she took up the quiver and moved back toward the castle. "Any word from mother?" she asked opening the door to the servant's quarters and placing her weapons on the rack that laid out side.
He shook his head. "Last we heard the three of them had just made it to the outskirts of the free marches but that was over a fortnight ago."
She stopped and turned to face her cousin. Even though he was a year older than her, he seemed so lost without his parents. She could see the fear in his eyes. "Their fine, Menrin. They did not live all these years only to be taken down by some bloody apostates."
He smiled but doubt still clouded his eyes. Maker, this boy will be the death of me.
"Have you heard from your mother?"
He sighed. "Not much to hear. She hasn't been able to locate her clan. She won't be gone much longer I fear." He squirmed uncomfortably. "I haven't told where father she is."
Necarrii felt her eyes widen in shock. "Are you daft?!" she smacked on the side of his head. "Don't you think he has a right to know?"
"Yes of course. But…. It's strange telling over letter. I'd rather tell her in person."
"So you can get your arse handed to you like when you were young?" she smiled slightly. She thought back when they were younger and had first come to live with their uncle. Oh the many times her cousin has gotten her in trouble.
Menrin laughed. "We'll just see about that."
They moved further in to quarters avoiding as much of the people as they possible could. The castle was always so much busier on days such as today and she was dreading every moment of it. Putting on her façade and seeming to ne noble and … well normal. After all, she knew she was anything but-
"Oh, I'm sorry." She stopped herself as she ran into a young man. The plates in his hand fell and clattered to the floor. Bending down she began helping him pick them up.
"My lady, please it's –"
"No trouble." She went to look at him and smile but instead she froze. The boy's blonde hair fell across his light brown eyes. Looking closer she could swear she saw the small flecks a blue sparkling in them… like magic. His face hint a familiar nerve within her.
She handed him the plate and rose as she arranged herself.
"Thank you, mi'lady." The boy said and returned to his movements.
"What exactly was that?" Menrin asked as she watched the boy move until he was out of site.
"I'm not sure… but he looked strangely familiar." Necarrii searched her memories, trying so very hard to place a name to the face she had just seen. But it escaped her. she stared after him as he disappeared down the hall, wondering if she would get another chance to see him.
