A Butterfly will Fly
He just got here and he didn't like it
Yuven Surana took in his new surroundings; there were all these big scary looking men in strange clothes all over the place.
Some covered in metal, some in dresses.
Yuven clutched onto the leg of his saviour who rescued him from Denerim, the First Enchanter, Irving.
"Now child" Irving said, patting the young elf on the head "No need to be frightened, this will be your new home" Yuven said nothing but looked up at the First Enchanter with a worried expression on his young features, Surana wasn't even his real second name it was given to him by Irving himself.
"B-But" Yuven began softly "W-What about Hahren and Mamae, they-" Irving knelt down to Yuven; this child was still too young to understand what has happened to his parents, when the people in Denerim found him.
He was covered in blood, just a small child at the age of four and one who witnessed the death of his parents, what a frightening experience indeed.
"I'm afraid their gone child," Yuven looked down to the ground, his eyes closed tight, he was trying not to cry but it wasn't working, tears went down his cheeks as he clutched his small arms around Irving's neck.
"There, there child" Irving soothed as he patted Yuven on the back.
"Another mage huh?" Yuven gasped as he wrapped his arms tighter around the first enchanter's neck.
Irving narrowed his eyes as he faced the Templar Greagoir, he rose to his feet holding the young four year old elf in his arms, still patting the child on the back
"Greagoir was that really necessary, the child is already scared enough as he is" Greagoir frowned as he folded his arms, not really caring about what the First Enchanter said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"So, just another Mage that fills an empty room? We have enough on a plate without another one" Greagoir looked a bit closer, walking round the back to try and see the child's face.
Yuven looked up and saw dark brown eyes; he was really scary looking so Yuven buried his head back into Irving's shoulder as he sobbed.
"Great and not only that, he's an elf and to top it off a Dalvish Elf!" Greagoir narrowed his eyes at Irving as he walked in front of the older Mage again "Just where did you find this one this time Irving? Being chased by a mob, him stealing money from a noblemen"
Irving, not liking what Greagoir was accusing the young one off glared at the Templar as he snapped
"For your information Greagoir" the Mage began as he shifted the weight from one arm to another "This child was with his parents until he was attacked by a group of Dark spawn, the poor child rushed all the way to Denerim, when they realised he was an Elf they tried to take him into the Alienage until I noticed his powers and rescued him"
Greagoir frowned, folding his arms "He was scared and started to unleash his powers on those guards, I had to get to him before they scared the poor child any further and he certainly doesn't need you to frighten him even more!"
"Alright, alright Irving, I understand don't take your anger out on me" the templar said, taking a step back as he growled "But there is a matter I have to speak to you with concerning Jowan"
"I will discuss it with you later Greagoir at the minute I need to find a place for this young one to rest, he's had a long journey from Denerim"
Greagoir made way for Irving to pass, Irving made his way to the top of the tower and found a spare room for the young Elf to rest, he placed the young boy into the bed and pulled the covers over him.
Poor child he was still crying probably for his parents that he will never see. Irving searched through his robes and found a necklace, a rune with elvish words marked into it, they say vir lath sa'vunin if translated they say the words 'We Love one more day'.
It was a gift for him by a Dalvish Elf, the Elder of the village at the time gave it to him as a gift on one of his assignments, a thank you for helping him.
"Here child do not cry" Irving whispered, as he took the young one's hand and placed the necklace into it, closing it round the Rune as he smiled softly "Here, this was a gift to me from another Hahren"
"Vir lath sa'vunin?" the boy whispered as he looked at the writing on the rune, Irving nodded
"Yes, in our language it means 'Love another day'" Irving held onto the boy's hand and smiled lightly "You're Hahren and Mamae saved you in order for you to 'love another day'"
The boy whimpered as Irving ran his hand through his hair; it was red, a lovely shade of red, like crimson or garnet. He eyes were emeralds, almost the same colour as his robes if not brighter.
"Hahren na melana sahlin emma ir abelas souver'inan isala hamin vhenan him dor'felas in uthenera na revas vir sulahn'nehn vir dirthera vir samahl la numin vir lath sa'vunin"
Irving whispered, he knew this chant well, very well, it was a poem written for the Hahren when they decide to leave this world for the next even thought the circumstances weren't the same for Yuven's Hahren, it only seemed fair for him to say the poem.
It wasn't long till Yuven joined Irving and they both whispered the poem, the two of them made the poem into a little song, the two of them chanted the poem on and on into the night until Yuven gently fell asleep.
Irving made sure to wipe the tears from his face before he decided to call it a night himself, tucking the young boy in before he decided to leave.
He took one look at the young elf, he needed to start making preparations for Yuven to become a mage, needed to sort out who will teach him and what sort of future would he have.
Irving knew that the training had to begin as soon as possible, there's no rest until one passes the Harrowing and even after that they still need to face many other challenges but for now in his eyes, the young Mage seemed to have a bright future ahead of him and if Irving sees it then it will come true.
To Be Continued?
Authors Note:
This scenario has been in my mind for ages, I thought about it and I wondered if I should continue it?
When first coming up with the plot, a few things came into my head, like since in my other fics that Yuven is an elf I'll keep that in but I thought it would be more interesting if he was a Dalvish elf cause then that would open some doors.
A young four year old Dalvish elf found in Denerim and is then transferred to the Tower of Magi; I thought that would be interesting, transferred from one aspect of his life to another and seeing how he'll adapt.
Also, for those who are wondered about Hahren and Mamae, in the elvish language in Dragon Age, Hahren means Elder and Mamae means Mother.
And as for the Poem that Irving and Yuven were whispering, here it is again
Hahren na melana sahlin
emma ir abelas
souver'inan isala hamin
vhenan him dor'felas
in uthenera na revas
vir sulahn'nehn
vir dirthera
vir samahl la numin
vir lath sa'vunin
When translated in English
Elder your time is come
now I am filled with sorrow
weary eyes need resting
heart has become grey and slow
in waking sleep is freedom
we sing, rejoice
we tell the tales
we laugh and cry
we love one more day
It's a poem that is said when the elder has passed on, the last line 'We love one more day' is also the words that I decided to be on a rune for Yuven to keep.
I hope I can keep motivated and continue to write this fic