(Disclaimer: Dragon age: Origins and Dragon Age II belongs to Bioware. It contains my version of Hawke (O.C.))
Wounds
Chapter One
"Why on earth would you want to create a mining business in a place which is infamous for being a breading ground for Dragons?" Muttered The rough looking Blonde Mage as his fingers scratched under his pony tail. "Its obviously an incredibly wise decision to make it in a place called the Bone Pit"
"He's Orleian" Sharply Replied the gruff voice of the Captain of the Guard. A Grin emerged across her lips.
The a giggle came from a petite and tattooed elf.
"Ha! That explains it then" Anders responded.
"That Orleian is an absolute buffoon, however we do get our pay out of the silly twit" Added a slim, white haired Rogue, emerald eyes were laid on Anders as this powerful example of a woman spoke back at her party. Her soft pink lips opened to reveal pearly white teeth, a beautiful smile.
The Blonde Mage always thought that she looked her best when she was looking back at him even when she was swamped in tears and covered in blood as she held the corpse of her mutilated dead mother.
Justice would constantly remind him that she was just a distraction. Despite the fact that the part of him that lusted for cheap whores had disappeared when he merged with justice, his attraction to Hawke was different. He would almost swoon every time she came to his thoughts. If only she didn't have that small thing with the animal that is Fenris Three Years ago...
'Maybe he wants some excitement for his workers?" Sheepishly said Merrill, the bone idle Dalish Mage.
A sigh escaped the mouth of Aveline, the almost frightening structure of this Ginger woman was very suitable for her captain of the Guard post.
"Merrill, I don't think they want to be eaten by dragons, would you?"
"Of course! I'd love to be eaten whole by one! I'd rip myself out of it obviously but I want to see what it looks like down there. See if Dragons get stomach ulcers or tumours to!" She smiled sweetly as if it was a normal thing to say.
The Party stayed quiet after that, an incredibly awkward silence until Hawke Spoke.
"Stomach Ulcers?" She began to giggle, that soft kind voice made Anders smile and laugh with her. "Why are you interested in a dragons stomach health?"
"Because they only eat meat, and its usually scorched right? And not cooked in the middle. Dragons must get all sorts of food poisoning!"
"You're an odd one Merrill you truly are" Anders responded.
Suddenly the moment was ruined.
"Dragonlings!" Aveline exclaimed, she drew her sword and large shield, passed the others and charged in to combat like a hurricane.
The Champion drew her blades and pounced as fast as a Jaguar towards the Dragon spawn.
Every time she did that, Anders Heart would skip a beat, what if that's the last time he ever sees her charge in to battle? Or the Last time he ever sees her alive?
Him and Merrill swung their staffs from their backs and began to cast spells to eliminate the threat.
Hawke moved through the hoard, swiftly slitting throats, stabbing backs and eliminating the weak opponents quickly.
The Guard was a force of nature, her blade could cut ogres in half. She cut the heads of the older dragons and used her shield to defend against their fire.
Merrill created a path of ice on the floor for Hawke to slide upon and cut more opponents. She Flipped backwards, landed and then jumped on the ice. She skidded at an incredible speed and in her path fell Dragonlings, bleeding in pools of blood.
Anders had enchanted their weapons and shot more spells at the larger dragons to ensure a constant amount of damage was being delivered to defeat these pests.
"Kill them all!" Shouted Hawke, "We need to draw out the Greater Dragon!"
A huge roar was heard inside the cave as the last one fell.
"You'd better not try to get yourself swallowed, I don't want to treat acid burns today" Anders said to Merrill with a grin.
"Oh... Ok then, I was looking forward to that" Muttered The strange elf.
"Follow me!" Beckoned Aveline "We can kick remaining Dragonlings off the cliff when we're fighting the Mother"
The four of them stood in a large span of sand, enough room to fight the beast.
Another roar blasted from the caves. They stood in silence, Hawke then nodded to Anders and Merrill who began to summon light magic to attract the beast. They shot it in the air, it acted like a flare and was incredibly hard to miss.
There was a large amount of tension, How big will this Bitch be?
"Here she comes" spoke Aveline as another roar was herd.
A huge purple mythical creature emerged from behind the hills, breathing a storm of fire towards the four. Merrill swiftly cast, green light appeared before them, shielding Them from being turned in to kebabs. Anders began to gather energy, a chill filled the air. Goosebumps raised from Hawke's skin, she clenched tightly on her blades and took a stance. Aveline copied and held her shield above her chest.
The fire hit but was deflected by the barrier.
"Tire her out!" Shouted Hawke over the sound of the flames.
"Got it!" Replied a Focused Merrill.
After 10 minutes of the Dragon's hissy fit, it stopped breathing fire and appeared fatigued.
"Now!" Commanded Hawke.
The moment the barrier went down, the ice energy that Anders had been harvesting was unleashed upon the monster. It was momentarily frozen, Hawke and Aveline charged towards it. They began cutting at its legs. Hawke disappeared and back stabbed it. She jumped on the tail and ran up its spine while cutting through its scales and hitting some of its organs. Although right before Hawke reached the ribs the Dragon became reanimated and threw her off.
It was a fierce Bitch, compared to others they had faced, like in the deep roads.
The Mages supported the other two, They both commanded forces of nature to attack where Hawke made the wound. Anders delivered healing too and Merrill made sure their defences were up and increased their Attack.
The fight was hard for Aveline and Hawke. They were used to fighting bandits, Qunari and low lifes mostly, not huge Mythical creatures. Unfortunately Anders' Magic could not remedy fatigue.
Hawke Threw Aveline a temporary Fix, a stamina salve.
She caught it and jumped backwards from the fight, The warrior quickly downed the drink and went back in to battle. During this, the dragon had turned its attention on Hawke. It knocked her down but the Rogue threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared from sight. Lucky she did have such skill or she'd be Dragon bait about now.
Anders hated it when she did that especially when she could be injured. He couldn't aim a healing spell at her when he couldn't see her.
The Stamina potion worked like a charm on Aveline. Her hits were stronger and she moved a lot more quickly. Aveline roared, it was even intimidating to the dragon.
The warrior jumped up and severed one of the dragons wings with her monstrous strength. It bellowed in pain.
"It can't fly!" Shouted Aveline with a proud grin upon her features. "Knock it off the cliff!"
Anders and Merrill began to use more offensive spells to push it towards the cliff side. Aveline's swings became more forceful she also used her shield to push it further back.
When it was close to the edge Merrill and Anders began to charge up a force spell as Aveline acted as a distraction.
Right before they unleashed their fury upon this now helpless creature, it swept its claw up and then stamped it down, it remained clenched however.
They were too distracted in killing it than to notice what it was doing.
Aveline jumped away and then the magic was released, and hurdled towards the dragon.
When it hit, it stumbled and then slipped. Going hurdling towards the ground and the small lake by it. It tried so hard to flap it wing but it was useless. This bitch was toast.
There was a moment of silence as Aveline looked back at the mages with the look of satisfaction. She smiled and walked towards them.
Merrill skipped slightly forward towards Aveline before Anders Asked plainly...
"Where's Hawke?"
Merrill turned around and shrugged.
"She disappeared when Aveline drank the Stamina potion" Spoke Merrill blankly.
"Hawke?" Aveline shouted out in to the vast emptiness of the blood stained sand.
No answer.
The look on Anders face was grim.
"How long can She stay invisible?" Asked Aveline.
"Her Record is 5 minutes" answered Merrill. "She should have appeared by now... Oh no..." Merrill's hands covered her mouth in realisation.
Anders knew exactly what she was thinking. He Suddenly went in to a sprint towards the cliff side.
He stopped right before and looked down. There was the corpse of the dragon, laying on its side. Blood steamed in to the river, it was a horrific sight. One of its claws had bore blood, but with no cut. A meter away from the claw was Hawke, she was standing but had a severe limp and crimson tears streamed from her back, leaving a trail which looked like a red velvet carpet.
"Hawke!" Screamed Anders. He made his way down the cliff from a path not far away.
Hawke carried on limping. Her eyes looked empty and her hair tie had snapped, letting credibly long hair blowing in the wind. The ends were stained with blood. It had began to drip from her arms and from a cut on her previously perfect face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, they were grey and purple, her make up had mixed with them.
Anders had raced down the cliff, with Aveline and Merrill not too far behind.
He got to her.
"Hawke...?" Her eyes reflected none of her personality, as if she was empty, she just carried on shuffling until she collapsed before him. The Mage caught her and held her up by holding her by the shoulders. He felt the immense amount of blood on her back and winced.
"Oh shit"he whispered and put his fingers to her neck. Hardly a pulse.
He then swept her off her feet, by moving his arm under her knees and holding her back gently.
"We have to get her back to Kirkwall!" He shouted to Aveline, trying to hold back tears, trying to be brave, to be her chevalier. He'll be her hero for once.
(I Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 as much as i enjoyed writing it. I'm a little rusty but i aim to use some WD40 ;3. THANK YOU for reading, please comment, i'm open to suggestion)