Chapter one: From the Stars
She couldn't remember how long she had been staring into the glittering sky, paralyzed by shock that she remembered no longer. The sky was different, it seemed broader, more dazzling. But compared to what? She wondered.
"Over here! I found something!" The voice sounded far off, but she could see feet approaching. Still she did not move, not that she had a choice she realized quickly.
"All that fuss and this scrawny thing is all that is here?" It was a female voice she realized; one she did not recognize. There was more shuffling and clinking, as well as yelling, before the same woman spoke again. "Take it to the estate, maybe some good will come of this. In the mean time continue searching."
She couldn't recall who or what dragged her, and for how long. Everything was pain, and nothing was certain. After what seemed an eternity she was lifted and sat in a chair, like a stubborn rag doll.
"It is like she is a shell!" The woman shouted, "and be careful if she is of some value Danarius won't want her damaged."
Value? Why was she being referred to as a thing? She couldn't remember anything past the stars, but she was pretty sure she was a person. It was hard to focus on anything in the bright room, all she could tell was that there were a small group of people dressed in chunky shiny metal, a woman in robes and a fully lit fireplace.
"Shall I send for him?" A man asks attentively, with fear on the tip of his tongue.
"What? You haven't already?" A slap echoed through the apparently large room, "He has been earnestly awaiting my return and you have not sent for him yet?"
"Hadriana, be calm. The poor boy is probably flustered by your beauty."
Two more figures entered the room, this time she could see a distinction that stood out form everyone else in her hazy sight. The one figure had really pretty silver hair.
The woman bowed excitedly and gestured towards her prize.
"So this is what the ritual produced?"
"Yes, we found it right where the light emitted from." The woman sounded nervous, as if maybe she had not found enough to please her master.
"But it would seem our prize is bound?" The man pulled a stave from his back and weightlessly waved it above her. The light around the man swirled and glowed unnaturally and she could feel the tendrils of power sweeping across her body, sending shivers down her spine.
She gasped, being able to finally express the pain she was in. Her body went through heated spasms of the lingering pain.
"And she lives." The man chuckled. "A prize easy on the eyes, I think the Maker has smiled on me this night."
She could see clearly now, the room seemed odd to her. Stone walls and floor, the only warmth came from the hearth ablaze with fire.
"Did my magic match the Makers, or do you come with a name?"
A name? Did she have one? She could not remember if she did, but surely she must've. The feeling that she was once called by some word overwhelmed her.
"Yes, a name. I had one." Her voice sounded alien to her, had she ever used it before? It was scratchy and timid, not at all how she felt it should sound.
"Well, pray tell what your name was?" The man asked with a tone of amusement over taking his voice.
"I no longer remember….Serr….Ser…ai…" She stopped her head pounding as though it would explode. She clutched her head tightly until the feeling wavered and ended. "It seems I am no longer able to remember it." Her tone was more precise, sounding less wrong to her ears.
The man's dark chuckle made her bring up her gaze to meet the man's bearded face. She found herself disgusted with his smile.
"Serrah, sounds close enough." He laughed, "How fitting, little lady who I conjured from the sky."
"You are a force to be reckoned with Master."
"Or a force to be opposed." They all looked at her surprised after she said so. Why had she said that? Did that really come from her lips, it felt so natural and she liked it. Apparently so did the man with the pretty silver hair, though it seemed even with his almost smile he dared not speak out of turn to the ugly robed man.
The man quickly changed his demeanor back to darkly amused. "Not by you. You are my creation, and you will obey me."
"Do not think you made me. It seems your rituals have done nothing, but transport me here and wipe any substance I had from my memory."
This angered the man and he struck out with his fist against her cheek. This turned her head yes, but did nothing to quench her rising anger. She struck back with unexpected force, causing the man to stumble back onto his ass. The woman, Hadriana, shrieked in horror and ran to her Masters side.
The Master simply brushed her off and stood tall in front of his supposed creation. "You will learn your place, it seems you will be a nice little expansion to my guard. I do not like wasting things."
The Master spat on her as the guards around restrained her. Then he struck her with his stave knocking the wind from her.
"I know not where I brought you from, but you are now in Tevinter lands, in a Magisters home. Now you are mine, whether you like it or not." She hissed without thinking and she was struck again. "And I will have you learn this lesson. Just like my little wolf."
The silver haired man did nothing but look away from her, as if he did not wish for her to see his face. But she noticed the beautiful markings on his body.
"And if you do not listen, dear little one from the stars, then I shall have my little wolf kill you."
And there you have it, an obscure beginning for a probably rarely read story. Like I said I am writing this for my sanity, but I thought maybe some people would enjoy what ever it is I have locked away in my head. Hope you enjoyed, and reviews are more than welcome, good or bad. Next chapter will be out later this week. And will most likely be longer than this one.