Hello all, this is my first Fanfiction so I hope you can help me get through this trying experience. This is fic is mostly being made so that I can use my character, Abel Cas, in another setting. I aim to flesh out his character as much as possible so that I can write him out correctly in my ACTUAL novel.
Please review or PM me for suggestions and corrections that need to be done.
Thank you.
Jay Valus
(Oh yes, PS: This is not a Yaoi fic.)
Chapter 1
The Chaos That Is Abel Cas
This is the story of one elf and his meeting with, perhaps, the strangest individual that he had ever seen.
It's a tale of epic successes and bitter failures
A tale of the craziest strokes of genius and of insane moments of stupidity
But most of all, this is a story of one broken soul befriending someone he could have never imagined.
It all began three weeks after the eve of the 33rd year. Back from a day of random side jobs, the dark skinned elf felt the need to go to his humble and destroyed abode, the ruins of his old masters mansion. The night was quiet; High Town wasn't the type of place to have thugs wandering around.
The flickering lights from the torches along with the pale moon's glare had trickled into the streets. The gaze of the moon had been unhindered with not a cloud in the night sky to even hide the stars. Shadows crept along every surface, from the cobblestone streets to the wooden stands still left outside. They moved along mischievously and Fenris yawned as his voice almost echoed.
He was tired though most of his physical problems were skin deep compared to what was truly assailing him. It was an empty name to some, though most had come to know who he was thinking of especially since her recent rise in status had garnered attention from even the Viscount himself.
Hawke
She was a thorn at his side, one he wished he could remove. Then again, to be fair, Fenris never thought the thorn was a proper visual to use especially with how he viewed Hawke. He would have described her as a knife that he himself put. Yes, he put it there, like a curse that kept ripping at his sides as it gut him to the core.
One side of him wanted to turn away, oh yes. The charismatic woman was a mage and one who was rising into the upper classes of Kirkwall's elites. He wasn't blind to her similarities with the Tevinter magisters and, given time and corruption, she would be the very same power hungry governors that enslaved him and branded his skin. If she was anyone else, he would have killed Hawke on the spot for trying to take control.
But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Was it her alabaster skin or deep soothing eyes that hypnotized him or maybe it was her carefree attitude that could face down a dragon giving him chills? He didn't remember; the point was that, the moment he met her, Fenris was forever hooked on the one being that had come to him on a speeding bolt of lightning, literally in some senses and figuratively in others.
Of course, he maintained his attitude, especially around the other two apostates within Hawke's group, one of whom happened to be Hawke's sister. Had it not been Carver, he might have just left the group entirely, but luckily the boy had helped him feel somewhat comforted, even if it was a spoiled child that shared his thoughts. The abomination also helped cement his thoughts as well; Anders would see his time soon enough.
Because he had kept his pact, however, Hawke had definitely mostly stayed away from him. In fact, now that he thought about it, she rarely took him with her at all, only coming when Aveline was busy working as the Captain of the Guard. He didn't think much about it at first, but when the Deep Roads changed his perspective. The several weeks she had been down in those Darkspawn infested tunnels were nervous times for him. Thoughts popped in his head, promises that he would be nicer or kinder to Hawke and the other apo– mages in the group. Of course, after a short while, it switched to only Hawke and then was further rewritten with the intent of showing respect rather appreciation.
When she did come back, nothing had changed and he was still stuck in that mansion of his once more.
He remembered being told once that it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. He also remembered killing the man who told him that. The man's words stuck out now, more so than ever as he opened his door as the musty smell of the Mansion came to him. The smell, like his heart, was a bitter reminder to what he would not have.
Words could not describe how much the mansion had changed since the beginning. The cleaning and the refurnishing helped him pass the days and it certainly helped him clear his head of the woman. Speaking of women, Isabela had done a great deal for him in regards with the mansion. As much as he'd like to admit, the tax collectors that had been stalking the mansion made him feel unsecure and their disappearances were most relieving.
But no matter what he did, the smell had never changed. He thought about removing the musk, but he stopped himself before he even started. Perhaps he needed it in some way. It told him something, to fight on and to remember to kill Danarius. Hell, maybe after he killed his previous master, Fenris could finally show his feelings to Hawke.
Yes, that would be a good prospect . . .
. . . but how long would that take.
He sighed as he found the room he usually slept in and leaned his sword against the nearest wall to his bed. Fenris removed his armor and the cool air swept into his room through the open window. It rubbed against both his skin and his tattoos, two distinct feelings that mixed numbness and stinging assailed him.
He just wanted the day to end and get a good night rest. The fabric of the bed mushed onto his back as he lay there. The softness wrapped around him as the blankets heated his skin. Slowly but surely, the darkness took its toll as he put himself into a deep and tranquil slumber.
Ever closer to the state of blissful silence, Fenris lay still in his cot as his mental lights dimmed for the night.
He didn't know how long he slept, but the time he took to rest his eyes were ones of blissful perfection. Fenris dreamed that he was floating and that his tattoos were gone. The images were empty as his mind perhaps did not know what to put in its place, but the quiet comforted him
. . .
. . .
. . .
And then something exploded
It was a rather loud BOOM that roared out from a room below him. The noise made him bolt up from his bed, jumping as you will, to his sword. The distance, however, widened as his body pushed the sword away and without the hilt to hold him up, Fenris soon found his face on the ground.
Unfazed, but confused beyond belief, Fenris clumsily stumbled up and out of the cot. The elf slapped his armor on as quickly as he could. Finishing up, he grabbed his sword and positioned himself near his door. His ear twitched as he tried to hear whatever had gone outside his room, perhaps it was Denarius finally making himself known. The sounds were unclear, but from what he could tell, there was at most one person speaking to another.
He edged closer to the door knob. After a moment of silence, the person seemed to speak once more and that was his queue. His feet barely made a sound as Fenris crept out of his room. The mere mumbles had gotten louder and he could now discern the voice as a male. As Fenris came around the corner, he stopped as the voice he had heard quieted, but he had already deduced where it was coming from.
All the doors on the ground floor had been closed except one. Fenris always made sure to lock what he never touched or needed, a habit of his that kept him safe. This would slow down any infiltrators as all the doors would need to be noisily unlocked or broken to be worked through to get to him.
However, something seemed amiss as he came over the open door way. As he silently lept down to the ground, he could see no existence of a wooden body covering the door way. In fact, the door was in pieces in front of the room as if it had been blown off its hinges. As he came to inspect the wood, Fenris found the pieces of the door was caved in. It was almost as if the door had been pushed out from the inside . . . from within a room that had no windows
Fenris' eyes narrowed as he prepared his blade. There were a lot of things that the elven fugitive didn't understand or know of, but what he did know was that swords and the threat of heart tearing tended to get answers. Hopefully, he'd get to do a bit of both to this intruder.
Moving to the door, he took a peek inside and held his breath. Inside the room was one figure standing in front of a . . . well, something. To him, it looked like some circular portal of energy that swirled constantly in a strange undulating fashion.
What in the Maker was this thing? It was probably how he got in, but was it already there to begin with? Fenris muttered to himself as he snuck up closer to the figure and looked around. The room had no furnishings and thus he could see that this one figure was the only man here. The intruder was busy doing something and faced away from Fenris, but from the furious scratches, the elf could tell he was writing down something. Perhaps, this portal was an experiment and this one person was the experiment-ed.
As he came in closer, features started to come clearer to him that had been a part of the intruder all along. The light from the portal shined along the intruder's short black hair. He wore something akin to a cloak or a robe, but more open than the usual garb of mages. The one notable thing he saw was the fact that his clothing had patches and sewn in replacement fabrics. Rich was not a word he'd use to describe his intruder.
Perhaps he was a slave or a servant that had been tau— no that wouldn't make sense. The Tevinter wouldn't trust teaching anyone without a talent for magic. The male was a mage, that was a fact, though Fenris just couldn't help ask why any mage could wear something so dirty. Only when he was about six or so paces away could the elf see that the mage was also a human.
So then, how to go about this?
His mind worked furiously as seconds passed by in nail biting anticipation.
Going for a kill wouldn't give him answer, but simply interrogating the mage then and there gave room for the intruder to fight back. He could remove a limb, though there would be complications in keeping the man alive. Thus, the best option would be to knock him out and interrogate the man after preparing thoroughly.
Fenris kneeled to grab a rather large piece of wood, a leftover part from the broken frame of the door. Even with his sword, Fenris still prided his sneaking abilities as he moved ever closer to the man's form. Five steps away, the man continued scratching along in whatever he was holding. Another step later, Fenris could practically smell the magic on the man. Finally, Fenris got up to his intruder and pulled up the piece of wood in anticipation. It was only one more step that he needed and he was just creeping into position when suddenly something strange happened.
The portal ebbed grabbing the man's attention up. Fenris followed as well, confused at its actions when it started to shake violently. Of all the things he could have expected, what Fenris didn't foresee was the portal firing an unknown object into the man. What he also didn't expect was the man flying backwards into HIM.
Fenris took the unexpected blow like any person would, in the face.
Both he and his intruder flew backwards, turning the somewhat rectangular shaped doorway into something more chaotic. Fenris couldn't see anything as his mind when white with pain. He was bleeding, maybe the force of the hit had bruised some part of his body. For a minute or two, he could do nothing but wait for his dazed state to pass.
And then he felt it, a broken rib and something sticking right in his side to boot. A rock of some sorts had lodged itself right between his arm and his chest armor and had taken a rib with it. The pain he felt could only be described as him constantly forced to breathe nails that embedded themselves in his lungs. Every breath he drew, the nails dug in as if a sadistic mad man was pushing them through his chest.
Furthermore, he could hear his intruder get up and dust off the powdered paint and whatever the walls were made of. He himself could barely open his eyes and see the eventual death that awaited him. That or he'd be taken through the portal and given back to Danerius. It was too late now and his body was too weak to fight back.
Damn this mage
Damn them all
So he waited, slowing his breath as ease his pain. Fenris grit his teeth as the bone scratched at his lung and hoped that after every breath the mage would finally end the torment. But nothing happened, in fact, he hadn't even heard the intruder speak back or even insult him. Perhaps . . . the mage thought he was dead.
Thus, as best as he could, he opened his eyes as meekly and slowly as possible. Funny thing was, as soon as he could comprehend what he had been seeing, Fenris' eyes shot open and he held his breath.
There, right in his face, was a young face of a human giving a strange look of confusion. Young was very fitting; the boy looked even younger than Hawke little brother Carver. His eyes were wide and innocent and they almost smiled like the boy now did.
"Hello Mister Dark Elf," his bouncy voice shook Fenris back to reality, "Nice to meet you."
Fenris stayed still as his face contorted into absolute bewilderment. Did the boy just say Dark Elf? Who in the . . .
Fenris was about to speak again when his side stopped him. His flinching seemed to alert the human to Fenris' pain as he stepped back. The boy followed his hand and he gave a look of disgust.
"Whoa, now that's an owwie." He remarked with a hiss. Moving around Fenris, the human pulled up the object that Fenris did not recognize, a large leather shoulder bag. This had probably been what had been sent through the portal.
"Don't worry mister, I got just the thing for you," the child said shuffling through his bag, "It's somewhere right . . . HERE!"
With a resounding *POP, the human pulled out a small and flat circular rock. All around the side were markings of different symbols and shapes, ones that he had never seen. Alarms went off in his mind as the word "magic" started to form bile in his throat. Had Fenris not been feeling his bleeding side, he would have retorted or spat out something, but right now the pain was the only important thing to him.
The boy was now looking at his side, looking at whatever grievous wound Fenris had received during the incident. After several seconds of thought and pain, Fenris looked at the child's face in anticipation.
The human's face had gone through several iterations of confusion, brilliance, more doubt, strokes of genius, and back to more bewilderment. The boy pointed at the wound as he questioned.
"I should pull that out . . . right?"
Fenris eyes twitched.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Fenris wheezed out angrily. Was the mage now mocking him?
Judging by the face apologetic face the child gave shortly after, apparently not, "Oh sorry." His hand slowly went over to the wound.
Fenris didn't feel the boy's hand, but when the human began pulling, Fenris felt his breath leave him as the pain racked his mind. The small pulls were doing nothing to remove the object and he felt his chest tighten.
"STOP," he breathed out and the boy did so, "Just . . . just do it in one go."
The human grimaced, but shook his head nonetheless. Fenris held his breath for the moment to pass and the boy did his job quick and forcefully. The object's removal made the pain somewhat worse and the stinging more prevalent, but despite this, Fenris almost felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest.
Fenris gave wandering eye as the human began to work his magic. Unfamiliar with the object, Fenris braced himself for something akin to pain or burning as he usually did. What instead happened was something different and calming.
The boy steadied the rock over Fenris' side and once in place, the rock began glowing. It was a bluish hue that poured out, literally. His side felt nothing at all as the light undulated out of its rocky letters and spewed into his wound. Flesh sewed itself near instantaneously and almost every single bit of uncomfortable knick that had assailed him disappeared.
Thus, as quickly as the boy used the rock, the human pulled back, sticking the rock back in with a smile. Fenris felt up the side; it was as if he had never received an injury at all.
"Sorry for bothering you mister," the human chimed in a sing song voice, "I didn't really expect my bag to do something freaky like. Are you ok?"
Fenris narrowed his eyes and looked to his right. His sword was in arm's reach and he lifted it up slowly.
"What are you doing here, mage?"
The boy froze, confused at first but brightening as though he remembered something, "Oh, I forgot!"
Pulling out a piece of neatly folded paper, the boy handed Fenris both this paper and a strange stick. Fenris didn't even get a chance to speak as the boy continued on with his shpeal.
"So here is a survey, I just want your honest truthful opinion because it's really super-duper important for me to know. Just fill it in with the pen and I'll be on my way."
Too confused to speak, Fenris looked down to read what it said. Numerous questions were written and listed ranging from "How loud was I" to "Would you ever use this service in your everyday life" to even "If you were a cheesecake, what potato would you consume." As he rubbed the packet, it revealed even more questions on more pages spouting more and more nonsense.
Fenris simply threw the paper and . . . whatever the stick was down onto the ground before he went mad, perhaps he already did.
"ENOUGH," Fenris shouted making the boy jump, "just what is your purpose here."
The human looked unafraid but confused, "Well, nothing. I was just testing something out, but seeing as it kinda didn't work, I gotta jot down some stuff and see if I can make the experience better for next time."
Fenris narrowed his eyes and his voice grew cold, "Testing what?"
"Oh, just a funny little magic rune that LETS PEOPLE TRAVEL TO ACROSS THE STARS AND INTO ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS! But seeing as how I'm still in Tyralus, I have to head back home with a survey on the experiences."
Fenris gave the human a stare, a long stare that would forever change his fate and the fate of the human's forever. For a moment, he wasn't going to say anything, but then his mouth moved.
"Tyralus?" he questioned. The human nodded.
"Uh huh, cheesy biscuits and all."
"Tyralus"
"Yup."
"What's a Tyral—"
"HOLY BUNNIES IT WORKED! YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
The human jumped up and down as he came towards Fenris. Fenris pulled back, but found himself locked in a hug with the human. The human shook him violently like a child's rag doll, even making the elf feel a bit nauseous.
When done, the human let go of Fenris and quickly made his way to his back. The boy, in frantic excitement, ran around the room and began hugging everything, bookcases, tables, the doors, a rock, two beans, the stair railings, etc etc. Finally recovered, Fenris took notice to the boy running up and down the stair case and raising his hands up and down numerous times.
The boy took notice of Fenris and stopped in front of him as he clapped in place, "This is so exciting. Wow this is so cool. I bet you're really really confused! Bunnies how awesome would it be to prove the existence of alternate universes. EJKLRWJIOWJFLKEJ—"
The slap from Fenris stopped the human in his tracks, Fenris was all too confused.
"Who," he began as he stepped backwards, "Who in the world are you?"
The human looked up wide eyed but gave a contemplative glare at the ground. He rubbed his face and his chin as if he had taken Fenris' comment seriously. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the human was back to looking happy again.
"Oh, yea. You must be all confused and stuff-a-mah-jiggies. I'm Abel Cas, Mister Dark Elf. What's your name?"
Fenris glared, "That is not your concern, boy. You, on the other hand, are trespassing."
Abel blew raspberries, "Pfft, don't worry about that Mister. I've got magic insurance and I can get that exploded door totally covered for. In fact, let me fix it now."
Fenris eyed the boy as he took another rock from his hand and raised it high into the air. Happily, the human lifted the rock and readied it to activate. Fenris shook his head, hoping it would be over quickly so that things he could get answers.
However, the magical light did little to fix Fenris' home. In fact, the light glowed a violent red color and door way exploded making Fenris jump back. He looked at Abel as the human scratched and tilted his head.
"Hmm, that's funny." he said, "Welp, I guess this isn't the one."
Tossing the rock behind him, Abel continued to look through his pack as the stone caused another explosion. As Fenris looked two both the doorway and the other explosion, the heat formed flames that began to grow in size. The elf took action to put them out as Abel pulled another to use.
"Here it is!"
Again it flashed a hue, only this time it glowed a purple warped light. When the light made contact with the burned door way, it also followed suit and did not fix Fenris' poor furnished home. The light actually melted it.
"Meh," Abel said throwing the rock. He continued his search and as the rock hit the ground it produced the light so much that it began to melt the floor. Fenris' eyes widened switching from the two locations until finally settling on the idiot that was starting to cause more trouble than he was worth.
When the human pulled another rock, Fenris made his way to Abel and grabbed the boy's hand.
"Stop!" he shouted, holding Abel in his tracks, "Ju– just GO!"
Raising his brow, Abel replied, "Yeesh Mister, it's not like my magic is gonna hurt anyone."
"I beg to differ." Fenris snarled. Abel rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Mister. This one for sure is gonna totally fix your problems."
And with that, the light from the rock burst out in a blinding evanescent glow. Fenris rubbed his eyes as the brightness brought tears to his eyes. When the light faded, him and Abel looked around at their surroundings. Much to Fenris' chagrin and relief, nothing had bettered or worsened. The elf slapped Abel over the head.
"Ow," Abel whined.
"Shut up, that didn't even do anything."
Abel looked at the rock closer and scratched his head. "Hmm, that's funny."
"What," Fenris said already inspecting the damages and trying to think of how to pay them. It seemed that he would need to take more jobs than he thought he'd need.
"Well, one, it's not the fixing rune that I was looking for."
Fenris sneered, "And I suppose there is a 'fix everything the idiot does' magical object."
"Yup," Abel replied. Fenris gave the boy a look, had Abel not heard his very obvious sarcasm?
"Then, what does that rock do."
Abel shrugged, "Well, I'm not really good at reading at a glance, but what I can see is that it says anger, hunger, rage, and . . . oh no."
Fenris didn't hear the boy, "What?"
Abel had paused and started edging towards Fenris. Tapping on the elf's shoulder he said, "I think we should run."
"What are you talking about," Fenris said with a raised eyebrow.
"Like I think," he said slowly and softly, "we should get out of here and like do a really long jog to . . . just anywhere but here."
"Why?" Fenris said shaking his head and finally turning to face Abel, "What in the world—"
And then he saw it, the hole. It was a huge gaping portal; similar to the one Abel had been in front of only black and devoid of any playfulness. This was situated on the second floor and rose all the way up to the ceiling. The lack of light did little to help the visibility as well and thus, Fenris could not see what was inside.
But oh god, Fenris could see Abel's face in pure fright. The corner of Abel face twitched as he whispered to Fenris.
"We should run."
Fenris was about to retort, when suddenly he heard a thump. The thump shook the ground and, as far as he could tell, shook Fenris to the core. The sound had come from the inside of the dark hole and when he finally comprehended what was happening, it happened again.
Thump
Fenris turned to Abel, his eyes burning with rage, "What did you do, Mage?"
Abel laughed nervously, "Heh heh, uhh, activated a trap rune?"
Thump Thump
Fenris looked at the portal and back at Abel, "Can't you turn it off?!"
". . . no," Abel whimpered twiddling his thumbs.
Thump Thump Thump Thump
"What do we do then?"
"Well we could always just run?"
Fenris wanted to tear his house out, "THIS IS MY HOME."
Abel gave a confused look and then grimaced, "Oh, sorry. My trap rune doesn't have house insurance."
And then a sound rang out from the hole, a sound that Abel and Fenris both heard in full force. To Fenris, it was a trumpet call for a beast of pure destruction and the resounding moment where he finally felt the doom of what had just occurred. He turned to Abel, who also had been facing him. For a second they stood there, almost hoping the beast had disappeared. But when the thumps came back, they both bolted for the door.
Fenris crashed through and as Abel stepped out, Fenris closed and began to lock the door. However, Abel pulled Fenris away before the elf could do anything. As Fenris was about to speak back at Abel for touching him, the front of the mansion was blown away by a large lizard creature with tiny arms. Fenris' eyes widened.
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa," Abel said hanging on his word, "We should move."
Fenris grit his teeth at this, "I'm going to make you pay." Abel smiled nervously.
The creature caught sight of them shortly, almost smiling in anticipation, its teeth glistening in the night light. With that bit of motivation, Fenris began running as fast as he could. Abel followed the elf as they ran and ran, their pursuer keeping up with them and roaring as if to taunt them.
It would be an hour before they would stop running, but for the both of them, the exercise would forever cement the chaos that was
Abel Cas
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