Chapter 1: The hunter
Felicia walked on the seemingly endless imperial highway. Her long black hair tossed wildy in the powerful winds and it momentarily hid the tattoo on her forehead, a single red eye in a glob of fire. In her hand she carried her staff. It was beautifuly crafted in the old tevinter fashion. She glanced down at it. It along with the robes she had discarded once she fled from the tower of magi represented her status a a mage.
She curled her lip in disgust."More like the monster I am, that all mages truly are." She thought. She HATED being a mage, to have this "gift" of the Maker, to be a constant danger and always having to keep the demons away from her mind as she slept. Her time in the tower had been a struggle without an end. The templars were just waiting to gut her she had thought. Her fellow mages had been little comfort. They had taken their magic with acceptance and sometimes even pride.
Felicia snorted."Not after tonight, they won`t." she smirked. She had gotten in plenty of fight over this subjekt and once she had made the declaration that once she had the means she would burn every mage she could find Gregoir had finally taken action. He had locked her away by herself, not counting the single guard he always keep close to her. It was during this time that she had thrown herself into her training and found her natural affinity for the Entrophy school of magic. The spells focused on weakening and affecting a creatures life energy. It had all come so easy to her. She practised the art in her lonely room and almost perfected it with the help of Irving`s occasionl visits.
He was a good man who understood the dangers of magic. Ge had always treated her well enough. If possible she would spare him tonight, as long as he didn`t interfere. Felicia realised that this was unlikely and shrugged a little to herself.
Then she had gotten a new guard. A very young templar who hadn`t been much older than her at the time, and she had been 17. His skills of deflecting magic was not very good she had concluded and began to come up with a plan. She never spoke to him but subtly, slowly and deliberetly fused her spells of weakening into him as he guarded her. When he slept she coused nightmares and horrors in his mind and sapped his energy during the day. This had gone on for about a month before he had been so pale and even grey that he was about to be pulled out of service. Felicia had taken the opportunity to pounce on her guard and take his dagger. With the weapon to his back she had forced him to tell her where the phylacteries where and take here there.
Once they had reached the underground room where they were stored she had happily smashed the flask with her life blood in it and had immediately turned in the man. One fast slice and his throat was open. That night she had fled and her true work could begin.
"The killing of the mages, the monsters." Felicia concluded. The tatto she had recuired in Lothering was a symbol of her vigilant watch for mages to hunt.
Felicia finally walked up a hill and saw her target, the high tower of magi in the middle of lake Calenhad. She allowed herself a feral grin and a chuckle to go with it as she twirled the staff in her and nad walked down to the docks where a boat waited for her to bring damnation to her own kind.