It's been three years since I've last seen my sister and I've changed.

I was no longer the naïve little sister, looking up to the eldest and hanging on every word. I was no longer the weak little mage who had to be protected from everything.

I was a Force Mage of Kirkwall, master of Fire and Ice.

But… I wasn't the only one who changed.

My sister was always the joking type. A sarcastic comment, a witty remark… she could get a laugh out of anyone, no matter the time.

She never seemed to take anything seriously. So many underestimated her, wrote her off as some insignificant person…

But that wasn't happening now.

She was yelling at the First Enchanter and Knight Commander, declaring them "idiotic children" with a fierce glare that made them both cower in fear.

The sister in my memory would have never acted that way. The sister in my memory would have joked something like, "If you keep that up, people will start talking." She would have diffused the tension with a witty comment and casually manipulate them into going along with her plan…

The sister in my memory wouldn't just stride past them, uncaring of their response.

"Sister?" I found myself calling. "What are you doing?"

"To slaughter a bunch of Qunari and see about saving some innocent lives," was her response. She didn't even pause to look back at me. "Since some people care more about being the leader and in power."

I stood in the courtyard with the mages and templars, watching my beautiful older sister storm to the Keep, and realized something.

It's been three years since I've last seen my sister and I've changed.

But so has she… and I no longer knew her.


Author's note:

Based on a female Hawke who was sarcastic in Act 1 and aggressive in Act 2. Or maybe just took some aggressive dialogue towards Meredith and Orsino. It's been a little bit since I played, so I sort of made things up and probably put at least Meredith in OOC, but… ^^; sorry?