Chapter 1 - On The Run
Hawke and the other champions ran as fast as their legs could carry them, each stride becoming more difficult as fatigue set in. They had succeeded in killing the Knight-Commander, or at least the damned swords of hers did, and were now fleeing the city they had once called home. The Templars were gaining on the, clankering behind the fugitives in heavy suits of amour that even the strongest blade found difficult to penetrate.
"Hawke! We can't keep this up." Isabela yelled from the back of the group, panic audible in her voice. She was right but what else could they do? Reason with the Templers? No. Not a chance, not after what just went down. They were on their own and they knew it all too well.
"Hold in there a bit longer! We just need to find a safe place to hide!" Hawke shouted back. She looked over her shoulder to see the whole city in flames and the realisation that her second home was now destroyed hit her. This must be a dream? A sick dream! It was not however and, as hot tears fell from her bright blue eyes, Hawke knew that her comrades where all she had left.
"We won't out run them! We should just fight!" Fenris suggested over the thunderous booms and crashes the emanated from the city walls. Hawke looked over at her lover and saw the determination in his eyes which gave the champion hope once more. Hawke nodded and with one swift motion grabbed her staff, ready the hurl spell after spell at the one who dared hurt her friends.
The Templers were approaching fast and the group got ready to battle. Swords glistened by the lights of the city flames and spell crackled in their casters hands. The Templers were exhausted from all the running which gave Hawke the advantage. Lifting both arms into the air, Hawke concentrated on making flame erupt in her palms. Warmth spread over her body and energy surged though her veins, when the power became too much she released the fire towards her enemies. Isabela and Fenris had already charged into battle while Anders, Merrill and Varric targeted Templers from afar.
After, what felt like half an hour to the frustrated worriers, this battle was over. Covered in sticky, crimson blood, Hawke sighed and checked to make sure everybody was alright. Only a few shallow cuts and bruises, nothing serious. Knowing that everybody was alright caused Hawke to relax slightly.
"So? Can we walk, or must I prepare my legs for more suffering?" Isabela asked trying to get some of the blood off of her white tunic. Even though her tone was serious, the smile that can after told Hawke that she was joking.
"Yes, but we need to move quickly if we want to avoid another fight." The rest just nodded in agreement to tired to raise their voice. Hawke turned to the landscape to say her final farewells to Kirkwall, the city that now burned with war.
Something brushing against her hand and made Hawke jump. Fenris was standing next to her surveying the scene. His face was a picture of sorrow and, even if the elf had never set up a true home, she knew he was going to miss it. Hawke wanted to say something, to comfort him in his struggles but this all felt like her fault. What has she thinking dragging all of her friends into this unnecessary battle? How could she do this? It was all too much to take in at once but Hawke had to stay strong. If not for her sake then for the sake of the others, they still looked to her for leadership.
"This is not your fault; you could have done nothing to prevent it." Fenris had taken her hand in his while he tore his beautiful green eyes away from the horrific view. Hawke looked to the man she loved and knew that somehow this would all turn out okay. Fenris had been through so much and yet he still believed in her. His faith reduced Hawke to silent tears and Fenris lead the leader to the rest of the champions, leaving the city of Kirkwall to burn like the sun.