Vengeance of the Wilds Chapter 1: Prologue, a dragon age fanfic

Hello everyone reading this fan fiction. This is my first time writing a fan fiction so please bear with me ;p. I've seen my brother and his friends writing these so I thought I would give it a shot.

Now to get the legal stuff out of the way. I do not own Dragon age: Origins, nor am I affiliated with any of its companies. Blah blah blah. :)

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Prologue

In the dark depths of the Korcari Wilds an ancient enemy is arising, wishing to take revenge on the people that betrayed it and taking back what is rightfully theirs.

A family was passing through the Korcari wilds to reach the village of Redcliff. That night they spent in the dreaded wilds was to be their last. They stopped at an old hut which was slightly torn and broken down and was the resting place of the remains of what looked like a dragon's skeleton.

"We should keep moving, it's dangerous here, you lot know the stories about this place. Hell it was me who told you about them…. Hey kids don't touch that thing." The father yelled whilst pointing at the skeleton.

"Oh relax they're just having fun. I mean we've been moving around for three days, we've found this hut and you're scared of rumours. What's the worst that can happen?" the wife asked with a smirk on her face.

"Don't you remember what happened in these wilds nearly fifteen years ago? Well if you don't let me remind you. The last blight started in these very woods and Denerim is still recovering from it." The father whined.

"Grow up! There won't be another blight for at least another hundred years and all we have to worry about here are the savage men that live in these parts. So let's just sleep here the night, then we can get to Lothering tomorrow." The wife calmly said hugging her husband.

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That night the bones of the dragon began to stir and turn into dust. The dust formed into a shadowy figure which began to scream.

"MORRIGAN! WARDEN!"

The parents awoke suddenly after hearing the gruesome wail. Panicked they ran to the children's room only to find it in flames as an explosion threw them into the wall. The wife heard her children screaming as they were lifted into the air by a shadowy figure made of dust. The figure looked at the children, then to the parents and grinned.

"What a lovely family. You shouldn't have come here, but I am so glad that you did. For now you have given me the chance to retake what is mine and take my revenge on the bastard that killed me and took my grimoire."

The husband slowly picked up his sword and ran at the figure only to be killed by a bolt of lightning that streamed from the figure's ghost like hands.

"NO! Why are you doing this? Who are you?" the wife screamed with tears flowing down her face as she cowered over her husband with his head in her arms.

"Give me back my children you abomination!" roared the wife grabbing her dead husbands sword and slicing the figures arms in an attempt to break the creature's hold on her children.

"Hahaha an amusing effort but there is no point child. Your children are dying as we speak. As for who I am….. you already know you I am. Like your dead husband said you know the stories that surround these parts." The deathly image said cackling maniacally.

"No! No! NO! That is impossible, it is just a story, only a story. You can't be real. YOU JUST CAN'T BE HER!" The woman shrieked.

"Oh yes child I am she. I have returned to exact revenge and take back what is mine. But as you can clearly see," the figure said gesturing at her dusty form. "I need a body to take what I want… you aren't what I would have preferred but you'll have to do. So sorry about your family but you'll be joining them shortly."

The figure waved her hand in a mystical gesture.

The wife was forced to her knees by the magical force of the creature and began screaming as her body began to break. The creature then flew into the woman's chest creating an explosion which destroyed the hut.

From the flames of the huts wreckage, the woman stood up and clicked her neck from side to side.

She then looked at her hands, then the rest of the body. Along with her hair.

"I'm a blonde…. With no magical ability whatsoever. This is not getting off to a good start. Oh well. My powers will restore themselves into this body as time passes. But that will take time so whilst I wait, I need to find my sweet, adoring Morrigan, that warden bastard who killed me and return him the favour, and take my daughter's body for my own as it was meant to be. They will both regret the day they betrayed me, the almighty Flemeth! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Flemeth laughed as she raised her hands casting a powerful bolt of lightning from her hands.

"Hmm….it might not take as long as I thought…this brat had at least a spark of power…. Shame."

Then she started to walk off into the Wilds, to pick up the trail that would lead her to either the Warden or Morrigan. Woes betide anyone who got in her way.

Meanwhile at the edges of the Brecilian forest a young elf mage was wandering back to his camp with his fresh kill. On his way home he spotted a poor girl and her caravan being attacked by bandits. He recognised these poor people as they came from the nearest elven village to the forest, where he bought his tomes and supplies.

One of the bandits saw the girl trying to run and motioned to one of his friends to grab her.

"Well look at the knife ear trying to run, isn't that cute." The man chuckled as he touched the girl's face. The elf girl spat in the man's face. He slapped her to the ground and brought out his knife and moved towards the elf. At that moment the young mage pulled out his staff and shot out an arcane blast which struck the man with the knife in the head.

The elf walked calmly out of the woods onto the path shaking his head while smiling.

"Tut-tut, now gentlemen, is that any way to treat a lady, I mean someone could get hurt if you just keep bringing out knifes all the time." The elf said grinning.

The man with the knife got up slowly and began to laugh at the elven's man attempt at trying to save the caravan.

"Look here knife ear I like how you are trying to be brave and all but you are out of your depth. There are twenty of us and only one of you ….. That is willing to actually fight hahaha." The man said holding his head to stop the bleeding which the arcane blast had caused.

"Hmm you sort of have a point there, apart from the fact that I have magic on my side and I have more ability with a blade in my pinkytoe than all of you put together and all you lot have is a bunch of pointy sticks and swords. So save yourself the embarrassment, leave the forest and take your prejudice elsewhere O.K, shlem." Said the elf mocking the humans whilst taking out his sword and starting to conjure spinning fire and lightning balls in his left hand.

"So just try and take me on because you won't live long enough if you continue to terrorise these nice people." The elf tilted his head and smiled.

The men looked to each other and started to charge the elven man. The elven man side stepped out the way of the men and blasted them with a flurry of fire balls and four of them fell screaming in pain as they burnt. The mage then created a fountain of water and drenched the burning men, putting the fires out. Those men fell unconscious. The next group moved to circle the mage; the elf looked around him and smirked.

"Ah now this attack of yours is a bit more thought out, you're actually using strategy to attack me. Bravo. Now let's see you use this strategy." The elf complimented.

The first one in the group took his claymore and charged at the elf swinging his blade like a madman. The elf nimbly avoided each attack whilst chanting something in his native tongue. The human swung his blade over his head and the elf took his shot at him and blasted the man away with a powerful arcane attack, sending the opponent through two trees. All of the men looked at their fallen friend and in a blood rage they charged at the mage. The elf then narrowly avoided three attackers but was hit in the side with an arrow and then bashed in the back by a great maul. The elf fell to his knees in pain.

"Ah ah, nice attacks there guys. Damn that archer of yours, he broke my concentration just as I was about to finish our little party." The elf panted grasping the arrow in his side and slowly standing up.

As the fight progressed the people in the caravan saw that the elf that had helped them was losing the fight as he was knocked to the ground and began to spit up blood. The elven girl who was beaten earlier looked over to the humans who were unconscious and slowly moved towards them and began to slowly take their weapons from them. She moved swiftly over to the other people in the caravan and handed them the weapons.

"Girl what are you planning we do with these weapons, we have no need of them." The elder said giving the girl back the weapon.

"Father, look over there, that man is trying to help us and he is losing that fight and if we don't help him now he will die." The girl pointed out handing back the weapon to her father.

"It was his choice to help us and not ours. If he dies then so be it. It is his own stupidity that will kill him." The old man whispered so the children didn't hear.

"Well if you won't help him I will and there is nothing you or anyone here can do or say to make me think otherwise." The girl said proudly.

"Now who is with me!" the elf girl shouted. There was a large cheer that followed the argument and the elves began to move against the human attackers.

The elf mage had been slashed down the side of his arm and was now using his staff to support his body. The leader of the gang walked towards the elf and kicked the staff away, making the elf fall to the ground. He then picked up the elf's head by his hair and put a dagger to his throat.

"It was fun whilst it lasted knife ear but where is all your pride now? What no snide comment at my expense? Hmm? No matter, I'm gonna enjoy this, you know the old saying. "An eye for an eye" wasn't it? Now there is no-one who can save you or this pathetic excuse for a trade caravan. Hahahaha." The leader laughed along with his men. Their laughing was cut short by a battle shout which came from the woods and the elven prisoners. Arrows streamed across the air killing many of the bandits. The leader stood up without killing the elf that had caused him all the trouble and shouted to his men to retreat. The elf mage stood up had picked up his sword and ran it through the bandit.

"If you are going to kill a man, just do it and don't keep on talking about how you are going to do it." The elf whispered into the bandit's ear. He took the sword out of the man's chest and let him fall to the ground. He then moved towards the other elves that had come to his aid.

"You are a little late to the party my friends. A second later and I would have died." The mage said being supported by another elf placing a bloody hand on the elf's shoulder in front of him.

"Come on. You think that we would just forget that our mage apprentice had gone missing did you? We just followed the sound of explosions and men screaming in pain to find where you were. And any way these elves had helped as well so are you going to thank them also." The elven hunter said removing the bloody hand from his shoulder.

"You can thank us when you come back to the village and sort out those injuries of yours. Shall we?" The elf elder said handing the young mage back his staff.

Three weeks later most of the mages injuries were completely healed. That day he and two of the hunters went out hunting.

"You shouldn't be up yet I mean you only just got back on your feet after that incident with those shlems." One of the hunters said with a hint of concern.

"You worry too much my friend" the mage replied "what could possibly go wrong? It's just a simple hunting day for us."

"Yeah that's why I worry. You always turn something simple into something complicated wherever you seem to go. Take that caravan incident for example, you were only meant to go out for hunting and gathering water. But instead you go and get into a fight with humans you had no business in dealing with. Sure you had good intentions by helping those people but you almost got yourself killed… again!" the first hunter complained.

"Shh both of you. This hunt just got a lot more complicated. Look down there." The second hunter said, pointing at a cluster of humans. "Hey mage, isn't one of the humans down there one bandits that you knocked out the other day…. who are the other ones… they look dangerous." The second hunter told them whilst lying on the forest floor.

"Yeah it is and I don't know who the others are, but the keeper always told us to keep diplomacy as our first means of communication and not our second … so let's go and say hello." The mage said grinning.

"Oh no we are not… hey where did he go?" the first hunter asked with a bemused look on his face.

"Hello fellas." The mage greeted the humans. "Me and my friends on the hill over there were just wondering if you were lost and were of need of assistance getting out of the forest."

"That's him templars! That's the knife ear that attacked our caravan!" the bandit lied pointing at the mage "He's the apostate bastard who killed my friends."

"Are you sure?" questioned the elder gentlemen in the robes. "I mean this boy doesn't even look as though he could cast the spells that you were describing."

"You have better not have wasted the Chantry's time otherwise we could throw you in the stockades." The man in the armour threatened.

"No he hasn't. But I'm afraid there has been some falsehood on this man's part. I was the man who defended the caravan that this man and his friends attacked." The mage confessed "Oh and I didn't catch your names and what you lot actually do."

"We are from the Chantry and this man in the robes is the First Enchanter of the Circle of Magi. The Templar Order's purpose is to maintain control over mages. If order cannot be maintained, we capture or kill apostates who threaten the safety of Fereldan. And unfortunately you are an apostate, now hand yourself over peacefully and you won't be hurt." The templar ordered.