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You're north of Heaven,

Maybe somewhere west of Hell

-Birth, 30 Seconds to Mars

"Papa, papa, my bro'er an' sis are coming!" It was then when Malcolm Hawke that his firstborn was special, even more so than he first believed as her father. The next morning he held his two darling twins in his arms.

"Carver," he whispered into his son's ear, Templar armor and a sad smile faded from his vision as he once again saw the small babe in his arms. "You will be Carver, and you will be great one day." Then he turned to his second daughter, a beautiful baby if he ever saw one. "Love, what shall she be named?"

"Bet'ny, Papa, her name is Bet'ny." He looked to his eldest, seeing the pain in her eyes and the trembling shoulders. "Please, Papa, Mama, name her Bet'ny." And his wife, his beautiful wife smiled at the both and took her twins, tucking them close to her.

"Bethany and Carver, then."

And Malcolm Hawke pulled his daughter close, praying to the Maker for his family.

No magic, no magic.

Let them live peacefully, without this burden.

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Malcolm Hawke knew that his eldest was special. It wasn't just a father thinking of his daughter, but of a mage looking at an experiment. Not that he didn't look his eldest, he did. Beyond measure. But sometimes, she surprised him.

There was that one time, right after the twins- so lovely, so innocent- turned two. She had looked upon them as she had been doing the past few weeks when he had walked into the room unnoticed.

"I wonder which one is it this time?"

And for some reason, chills went down his spine and he had the urge to hide his two babies from the stranger that looked like his daughter. Her voice was the same, but there was an undertone that he hadn't heard before. It was jaded and bitter sounding to his ears, and he wondered for a moment if his worst fears were brought to life in the form of a demon in his daughter.

But she suddenly shivered and turned around to look at him, and he wondered how he could ever think that with those bright green eyes shined up at him.

"Papa -such a childish voice still, nodemoninmydaughter- can I play with them now?"

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Everything was burning. His family was scared and they needed him to be strong, but it was so hard to be the strong one when everything was falling apart. He knew the Templars were close by, he knew that if one of the kids started crying like a normal child would do it was all over. He knew, and yet...the only sounds were coming from the crackling of the flames and the indistinguishable shouts getting farther away from his family. He held the small hand firmly, their breaths coming short as they tried to catch up with the rest of the family.

His poor Bethany didn't know what she was doing, she was so young, her future was so bright I'msosorrypleaseforgivemeIdidn'twantthis-

"Come on, Papa, we 'ave to hurry." Ah, dear Marian, his pride and joy and nosignsnodemonsthanktheMaker-

Then the single man appeared, silver armor leering at them, the flames dancing off it.

He wasn't glaring at father and daughter, wasn't about to strike them where they stood. He was a simple man doing what he thought was right, doing what he thought was protecting the rest of the world from dangerous apostates.

He was a simple obstacle.

Malcolm Hawke had never been so disappointed in himself than at that moment when he hesitated, seeing no hatred must mean a chance of mercy, just one.

And that almost gave the man the chance to call for others, if not for his daughter. His young, special daughter to close her eyes and the man was down, and the earth was moving around him and everything was redredredandburning.

He had never hated the magic running through his veins as he did then, when his beautiful daughter had to grab his hand to catch up with his wife and children, not once acknowledging the raised ground now covering her sin.

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Malcolm Hawke Hawke never told his wife of his fears about their eldest. He never mentioned the eyes that would turn a darker green and would look so old and sad. The older Hawke never even gave a hint that he knew -ofcourseIknowhowcanInot?!- that their daughter wasn't as innocent as she looked, wasn't as young as she looked, wasn't the daughter that they knew she looked like.

Sometimes, he even refused to admit to himself that the stranger living with their family was just that. Because after all, no stranger would be more protective than the two twins than their own parents. No stranger would look at him with eyes full of pain and love, and understand.

It broke his heart how much she understood.

How many times have you seen so many years in such a young child's eyes that you can barely even see a child anymore?


Ah, hey ^^ so this isn't my first fanfic, I will admit, but it's my first try at a reincarnation story, and a Dragon Age one, too. This is just the prologue, of course, just to see how it's taken to.

This isn't very apparent, but my OC has reincarnated more than once before, which I will touch upon later in the story.

I would of course love some feedback, even just to say it was good/bad, but I would really love some criticism on it, also. To know what I could do better, what I could leave out, add, etc.

Anyways, thanks for reading the first chapter! I realize it may be a little confusing at times ^^;