Chapter 1: Down The Rabbit Hole
Anders sat at the wooden table at the Hanged Man with a look of utter boredom sprawled across his face, obviously not interested in the clamor going on around him. He tapped his slender fingers on the edge of his mug and sighed as he looked around the tavern, scanning the noisy people.
'Hawke probably won't show up, waiting here was stupid,' he mused. 'Well, it's getting late,' He took a big gulp of liqor from his cup, 'I guess I should go back to the clinic.' Standing up, he surveyed his surroundings once again before wading through the people to exit the door.
A clear sky stretched over Kirkwall, giving way to the moon's light. It illuminated the tall building tops, giving almost a magical deep blue glow to the normally dull and sand colored middle town. The mage couldn't help but give a small smile at the natural beauty of the orb that gazed down on Thedas each night.
"Ugh, I'm late," A deep, familiar voice muttered loud enough for the mage to hear.
Anders turned to see Fenris, staring at a strange, small, golden clock with a single, dangling heart attached to it. More peculiar than the clock, there seemed to be something odd jutting out from his head, what seemed to be ears, large white, rabbit ears!
"Uh, F-Fenris? What are those on your head?" He gestured to his own head while trying to conceal his looks of amusement and worry.
The rabbit-eared wolf paid no attention to the "concerned" looking healer, instead he just kept muttering to his golden device about being late.
'Ignored. What a surprise.'
"Um, Fenris, you're late for whaaaat?" He prodded like a little school girl.
The broody rabbit-elf again paid no attention, he simply turned and began running past the surprised mage, further into Lowtown's residential area.
"Wait!" Anders called out as he started to give chase. Something else, the apostate noticed as he was following- a cute little bunny tail the color of snow poking through the dark armor.
He couldn't contain it.
He had to laugh.
When Anders had finally resumed his chase, he found Fenris in the Alienage staring at the base of a large tree, the Vhenadahl, the Tree of the People.
'What is he doing?' The mage wondered as he peered over Fenris' shoulder to see a large gaping hole dug at the roots underneath the intricate elvish markings of red and white. "That wasn't there before," He stated out loud, "Fenris, what is going on?!"
The elf once again ignored him then took one step over the hole and fell in without a word.
The mage gasped as he fell to his knees and peered down into the dark void, "FENRIS!" His loud voice echoed through the dark tunnel.
He stood up with a defeated sigh and an almost frightened expression spread across his face."This has to be a dream. One weird dream," He chuckled as he made up his mind. Mustering courage, he held his breath and clenched his eyes tightly then leapt in the abyss.
Sorry that this is rather short ^^;
It was just a random idea that just popped into my head one day and its not very good or original. Forgive me.
But I will continue with this, so if you actually DO like this, stick around for chapter 2. ;)