Disclaimer: The character Anders is not my character as he belongs to Bioware
A/N : Sorry if this is bad, this my first fan-fiction please rate and review. This is written from Anders' POV and is when he discovers his magic.
I can't forget, even if I wanted to it's been etched into my mind like a carving on a wall. The day my world was turned upside down. The day my rights to live were diminished. The day my freedom was snatched away by those blasted Templars. I should have run and never looked back; I should never have trusted that my secret would be safe, not with anyone, not even with my own family.
I was about 13, I had a home and I had a family, this is when I found out about my magic. We lived in the Anderfels although I'm not sure exactly where. I was with my mother and we were in a market buying necessities such as food, we didn't have much money so we could only buy a bit. My father worked as a woodcutter and so never got much pay and my mother made various sorts of things from what there was around and sold them to make a bit of extra money. We bought bread and a few other things. We were walking home, it was getting dark and we lived a few miles away. There were some men, a group of them, they started harassing my mother. They started making threats I saw one of them pulling out a knife. My mother kept me shielded but all I wanted to do was protect her. The man with the knife lunged at her, the knife piercing her skin like an animal biting into its live prey. A blood curdling scream filled the darkness as the ruby red liquid spilled out onto the floor like a bursting damn. She fell onto the floor as though she were a limp rag doll.
Those criminals scattered into the night seeking refuge in the sewers like a pack of rats. I wanted them to pay but I couldn't do anything to stop them. Tears fell silently onto the cold dirt floor. I prayed to the maker that she would somehow live, that someone would walk by and help me save her. No one came. I shouted into the night, called for anyone who could hear me. The pleas for help were answered by nothing but the bitter silence. I closed my eyes as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Just then a warm sensation pricked in my fingers as though they were placed around a gentle candle. I opened my eyes to see where the source of the warmth was coming from. My heart stopped as the radiant light danced around my hand like a shooting star, blood also stopped flowing from the wound as it knitted itself back together. Joy skipped into my heart as I saw her eyes open. Then a look of terror spread across her face as she said "What did you do?" In a panic she grabbed my hand, I managed to grab a few bits of food that was in close proximity to me before I was pulled to my feet. The joy I found from saving my mother quickly died and was replaced with terror. What did I do? That was a good question.