The story of a female, seeker Hawke.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Dragon Age universe. The world the story takes place in as, well as the characters are owned by Bioware.
"Flemmeth once told me thing are the way they are, because they could not have been any other way." Morrigan, Dragon Age: Origins.
Somewhere in an old barn in Ferelden.They had been on the run for three days. They were tired, hungry and it was wearing on their three months old daughter. Leandra held her daughter close to her chest praying that she wouldn't start crying. Malcolm held his arms around her. He had been branded a maleficar and was being hunted relentlessly. It wasn't true, but it didn't matter. He was an Ferelden apostate, accused with kidnapping a Kirkwall noble Leandra Amell. The truth was that they were in love and just craved what everyone in Thedas had a right to (well, except for mages) happiness and a family. Mages were not allowed to love, one of the most basic needs taken from them because they were born with magic.
"Shhhhh…. It will be alright, love. Everything will be fine." He whispered. They could hear the templars walking around the village in their heavy amour. The metallic sound of their chainmail in the pouring rain was terrifying. If that sound came close enough everything they had risked would be for nothing. He would be dragged back to the circle and she would either have to go back to her parents or be left to fend for herself. Their daughter would be taken by the chantry and send to the circle if she had magic. "Please let her not have magic. Please dear Maker, give her a normal life." Malcolm prayed.
The sound of chainmail and heavy footsteps came closer. The baby started sobbing. Leandra tried desperately to calm the child without any luck. The templars were getting closer.
"Stay here." Malcolm got up.
"No… don't! Please… if they catch you." Leandra whispered.
"I love you." He kissed her on her lips and their child on her head. Then he ran. His heart was pumping, the adrenalin rising as he cast a lightning bolt. It hit one of ten templars, but because of the heavy rain the electricity was transferred to two others. They fell to the ground and wrenched in agony.
"There! After him!" Malcolm ran drawing them as far away from his family as possible. He turned around and turned the puddle of water, the templars were running through, to ice. One of them got stuck. Malcolm almost smiled if not for the fact his mind was on his family. He ran again and then he heard a woman scream.
"LEANDRA!" He screamed in fear and fury. In his rage he summoned a firestorm. He started to burn the templars in front of him, almost relishing at the sound of their cries. So focused and fuelled by his rage that he didn't hear the templar coming from behind. The templar swung his sword and almost cleaved Malcolm at the middle. The templar bent over him as Malcolm lay dying.
"Maker has mercy on your soul maleficar. Don't worry about your lovely wife. I am going to enjoy having my way with her. Perhaps if she is good I'll let your child live." The last thing Malcolm ever saw was the templars malicious grin.