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She was an outsider, not even born in the city. She was a refugee from a broken land. She broke the rules. Apostates were here friends. She didn't care. The ragtag band she had brought together had become her family, the rock she needed to lean on. Yet, she alone had proven that it didn't matter where you come from, you can do great things. She would protect them all, no matter the cost. Even if she would die in the process, it did not matter to her.

The battle was over. She had given it everything she had. She had known from the beginning she was no match for the Arishock. She would not give up. Her companions watched from the sidelines as she struggled, pulling every trick she had ever been taught as a rogue. He'd only been able to get her a couple of times, and they had only been small cuts. She was doing really well, striking here he was weakest.

She though she almost had him; until he came at her; striking a deep gash in her leg. She went for a healing potion, only to find that she only hard a lesser potion left. She quickly drank it, the cut healed a little, but not even to make too much of a difference. He was on her again before she knew it. His blade went through her chest. The pain was excoriating. When he pulled it out she dropped to the floor. She was unsure if she would be able to get back up.

She looked up and saw the Arishock above her; she saw the gleam of his blade as he swung, what everyone thought, was to be the final killing blow. Without realizing it, she had rolled and brought her own dagger up and into his chest, at the same moment his blade hit the ground.

Shock and dismay formed in his eyes, and he fell to his knees. The all feeling left his body, he dropped to his back, his last words were but a whisper, and "We shall return…" She remained standing, as everyone gave their thanks, granting her the new title "Champion of Kirkwall". She then managed to walk out on her own two feet. Once they were outside the doors she collapsed. She welcomed the oblivion, feeling relief as the numbness washed over her. The pain receded, leaving no feeling left. Her last conscious thought was of her love. That reason alone she hoped to finally find peace. It hurt too much to see him, to fight by his side day in and day out. They had one beautiful night together, but he remembered things from his past. He said it hurt him too much, and he couldn't be with her. IT wasn't enough for him to reject her though. He had been cruel, telling he didn't want her. That she was not good enough. She had mage blood in her veins. He left her then, broken on the floor.

She hid her misery well. Never telling anyone what had truly happened that night. Every one of her friends knew something had happened though. They saw her change, turning into herself and away from others. She would lash out in battle, not thinking, more like a blind fury as she fought. As if she didn't care if she lived. If someone were to have asked, she probably would have told them that she didn't care. What was the point her entire family was dead, and the man she had loved, turned his back to her.

As she collapsed to the ground only one person heard the pain in her soul as she quietly cried out, "Please just let me die. I don't want to feel anymore." Varric blanched, anger rising from the pit of his stomach. I'm going to kill that elf, he thought to himself.

Anders had already reached down and picked her up. He handed her to Aveline. "Take her to her house. I'm going to grab some supplies from my clinic. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Wait Blondie, I'll go grab what you need. Stay with Hawke, she needs you. I don't think she wants to live. You have to be with her in case…, in case she gives up." Varric stated sadness in his usual sarcastic voice.

Anders stared at him for a minute, taking in his words. "I'm going to kill him! He did this to her. I know it!"

"We'll deal with later. Right now, Hawke is our priority. Let's save her first!" Aveline screamed at them. She has started running, clutching Hawke to her. She had been Aveline's friend for the last several years. She had been there when Wesley died. That was the same time her brother, Carver had died too. They had formed a bond. Brought together by death and the Blight, they stayed together because of a friendship forged through blood. Hawke had never abandoned her and she would be damned if she didn't see Hawke through this.

She was running up the stairs to Hawke's room before she knew it. She helped Anders remove her armor. Anders gasped when he saw the whole in her chest. The blade had barely missed piercing her heart. She was lucky to still be alive. He began examining her trying to find all her injuries.

"Damn where is Varric? I need those herbs now! I don't know if I can kee..Oh Maker!" Anders froze, disbelieving what he just found. He checked again to be sure.

"Anders, what is it? Can you heal her? "Aveline asked.

"I,..I,..oh Maker! She's pregnant…" He couldn't finish.

Sebastian, who had come in right as Anders said that, looked up to face him. The look on Anders' face said it all. The baby didn't make it.

"Why did she fight? Did she know? Oh Hawke." Aveline stood stunned, trying to comprehend.

"No, I don't think she knew. She's-she was only a couple of months along." Anders replied quietly. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked down at his broken friend. His mind went back to when he first met her, when they first became friends.