Author's Notes: This tale was inspired by a wonderful drawing I saw over on dA. It is called Meeting and it was created by Sia-Chan.
As much as I'd like to take credit the concept and inspiration belongs entirely to her.
Beta: None as of yet. So my apologies to any and all grammar nazi's out there. This story will make your eyes bleed (not intentionally of course!) but you have been warned.
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The first time Morgan saw Alisa he could not look away. The warrior-woman was nothing like the noble women he had seen before traveling through the Kocari Wilds. The world saw them as the glorious flowers of Orlais. Morgan knew better, they were nothing more than painted blooms too far over done and waiting to wilt. In fact she looked physically stronger than the male recruits who were under her care. If he were honest with himself (which he was not) Morgan would have admitted she was likely stronger than himself. The maiden was beautiful in her simplicity, and ferocious in a way he had never seen before in a woman. Alisa was not the first woman who had caught Morgan's eyes. She was, however, the first who truly intrigued him.
Morgan took pride in his ability to decipher the secrets of the realms. Yet the more he observed Alisa the less he understood her. It was neither her strength, her innocence or even her pure-hearted nature that he hated, it was her mystery. The young warlock was determined to learn all he could about the young Grey Warden, for his father taught him well. Knowledge was power and what was one's weakness, was anothers' to exploit.
Little did Morgan know that it worked both ways.