Summary: Marian and Fenris just gotten married leaving Anders with a broken heart. He soon met another Hawke…but this Hawke was from a thousand years in the future. OCFHAWKE/Anders. Marian/Fenris.
A/N: k this supposed to be a small fanfic set with my own Original Character. One note, in this story Anders never blew up the Chantry. Meredith just snapped in her argument with Orsino. I just own my original character. I do not and will not own Bioware and the Dragon Age series.
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Annabelle Hawke stared at a painting of one of her ancestor's smiling with her husband with bright white-haired. Her great-great-great grandfather from the year 900 was Carver Hawke. Annabelle heard that he wasn't able to give children to his wife but from some miracle he had. She hardly knew anything about him except the fact that he was in The Grey Wardens. Her great aunt was the Champion of Kirkwall; the town now lived all of her lives in. The man that was with her ancestor was Fenris, her husband. They looked so happy together. The painting sit in the Kirkwall museum and for some reason her father wasn't able to attain it seeing it was from their ancestor estate. The house her father had fought tooth and nail to live in. The estate belongs to him and their family, not to be torn down for the next shopping mall. Annabelle touched the frame of the picture. It felt so old and something seemed very off of it. She touched the top of the frame sure that one of the workers will tell her to stop and kick her out but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to stop. This painting…was somehow calling out for her. Some people around them walked pass her laughing to one another. Annabelle jerked her hand away, feeling a slight spark from the wooden frame. She was confused, but shook it off when she saw the time on her watch. It was time to get back home and help her father finish unpacking. When she arrived at her family estate she felt herself being drawn to it. Her father, James Hawke greeted her with a sad tired smile before telling her of his discovery. He had a lot more time to look around the place. The estate was redecorated; it had ten bedrooms, three full bathrooms, one large kitchen, one dining room, a main room, a main hall, wine room, library and a cellar. He found a worn journal of the Hawke family within the late 800 year. There was a town under neigh this city! It was called Dark Town, but the entrance was long destroyed and no one had ever set a foot in there over 1113 years. Annabelle carried one of her boxes from the doorstep to her bedroom. It was upstairs the first door on the right. When she opened the door and pushed it with her foot the sight of her room almost made her gasp. The painting looked the same on the wall it was bright red. There was a fireplace in the room. The floor has bright dark red carpet, new. Her bed was a full size bed that her father had bought for her once he got the house. There were pictures of her family soon on the wall and she knew her dad was busy within her room trying to make it look homey for her to settle in. Her family history was important to him. She then opened the box and soon began to unpack her things. That night she dreamt of something strange. A city that she barely knew. Warriors killing unarmed people, while a knight with long blond haired laughed in the distance. Meredith.
It was hard watching the scene before him.
His Marian…
She was getting married to the broody elf of all people…but it was better this way. He would only break her heart if she chose him. She deserve someone to love her open and freely. It had been years since Meredith had snapped and declared that all mages must die. It had been years since Hawke…his Hawke pressed her blade against her neck ending the terror for all mages. It had been years since he almost confessed his feelings for her only to be cut off by that damn elf. Instead of him breaking her heart; she broke his and Justice for once was happy at this. In Justice's eyes she was just a distraction something that stray Anders from being great.
Anders heart wrenched inside his chest when the elf and Marian kissed sealing their bond together. They were married; husband to wife and Anders was broken.
A light broke out inside of the Hawke Estate when many guests mostly his friends broke apart and ready their weapons. The light blinded everyone. Fenris pushed Marian behind his back protectively. When the light was gone a small form of a girl with long brown hair with bright blue eyes floated asleep from above. The girl floated down softly, and all everyone heard was heavy breathing from Marian behind Fenris as she collapsed into a limp onto the cold hard floor. Anders stood and ran over Marian not glancing at the girl who floated to the floor moments ago.
"Hawke, are you all right?" Anders asked, and Fenris hissed at his words.
"If she's alright mage, she wouldn't have collapsed." He snarled before holding his wife in his arms.
Anders heart grew cold. He performed a small spell over Marian just seeing that she just passed out from excitement. All she needed was rest, before he gave the other girl his attention. Merrill kneed over the girl who was heavily asleep. The blood-mage pressed her finger on top of the girls head before frowning.
"Fever." She said, as Anders kneeled next to the sleeping girl. Strange.
"What are you all waiting for kill it," Fenris snarled. The girl appeared out of nowhere before them all causing his wife to faint. She must be a mage.
Anders threw the elf a glare, before picking up the girl within his arms.
His heart weight heavy against his chest. If Marian fell in love with someone like that then maybe he didn't know her at all.
"I'll be in my Clinic."
"Are you sure Blondie? She can be dangerous." Varric spoke up, before Anders hand tightened on the sleeping girl. For some reason he felt very protective over her.
"I'm not leaving an innocent only to be killed from a monster."
Fenris tensed. At the start of the war, Fenris blindly cut down every mage he saw running about only to be stopped and talked sense from Marian.
Anders left.
The girl finally woke on the cot.
It was about two days later when he healed some of his other patients. She awoke from her slumber before coughing violently throwing up green liquid onto his floor.
He hurried to her side holding back her long brown hair while she vomit some more.
Light blinded her awake before she leaned beside her bed and vomit. Her stomach flipped and she felt someone pulled her hair back helping her. When she was done she wiped her mouth and glanced up at the person only to be caught into a tense pair of amber eyes staring at her with concern.
Where was she?
Who was this man?
Annabelle finally managed to pull herself away from this man gaze and glance around. Her brain spun in action taking in almost everything. There were rolls of cots and people who were sick lay upon them. The walls were dirty with hard mud or concrete with no pictures or posters upon them. The women wore long old gowns while the men wore dirty brown trousers or some kind of long shirt except this man before her who wore a long robe with black feathers on his shoulders. Everything looked so old and strange. She felt like she jumped back in time to a place she didn't even know.
"Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse, but the young man before her understood her well.
He gave her a small smile, before replying.
"You're in Dark Town, in my clinic."