I'M BACK!
After many months of delay, distraction and other bad things. I finally had time to write the sequel to "Last of His Line"! Just letting you guys know, the first five chapters have actually been planned and I apologise beforehand for any grammar mistakes and whatnot. I am pretty pleased with how this has turned out so far and I hope you guys enjoy reading it! :D
But in order to pretty much get most of what's happening in this fanfic, read "Last of His Line". It will probably be much better and happier than the sequel, I assure you. XD
Anything you want to see in future chapters, just let me know! I'll try and fit it in. PLUS, I have somewhat planned out the storyline BEFORE Dragon Age: Inquisition was announced, so I'll be sticking to that storyline because I really don't want to already start making assumptions about DA:I!
Anyways, enjoy reading and feedback will be great :D! I'll look forward to hearing from you all. :)
Bioware owns all of course, apart from OC's I have created.
Hawke knew this would be the last straw as she sprinted towards the Chantry, Fenris, Winter and Bruiser following close behind. The letter she received sent her mind racing and there was little time to explain to the others of its contents; only she and Fenris knew what would be awaiting them at the Chantry courtyard. Everyone else, dressed in their usual armour arrived moments later at the arched entrance to the courtyard.
"What a great end to a wedding," Carver groaned sarcastically, holding Merrill's hand firmly as the newly wedded couple knew that their special day was about to get ruined.
"Oh come on Junior, at least the day will end with a bang," Varric chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation. But the concerned frown on the face of everyone there confirmed the uneasy feeling he felt in his gut. Something really bad is going to happen, and by the Maker it's going to let all hell loose.
"Well after we deal with whatever has Hawke so wound up, maybe there will be drinks all round at the Hanged Man, yes? Paid by Carver of course," Zevran chuckled, lazily slinging an arm over the Warden.
Carver only grumbled in response as the others started laughing, all except Hawke and Fenris, who seemed to be staring off into the distant, both completely silent.
"What's going to happen, Auntie Hawke?" Winter tugged at Hawke's robes, her green eyes wide with fright.
Trinity seemed to suddenly snap back into reality as she smiled softly at Winter, kneeling down beside her as Fenris watched the pair of them. Real time seemed to slip away as he watched Hawke carefully tuck an auburn curl behind Winter's ear.
It seemed only yesterday when Varric burst into one of the reading lessons he used to have with Hawke, with a mysterious letter in his hand claiming that he was no the last of the Tethras bloodline. After that moment, they had sailed to Ferelden and created some wonderful memories there before trecking up the perilous Frostback Mountains, where he had almost lost Hawke twice to Varania and her plan. But after meeting Varric's long lost love, Bianca and then sailing to Minrathous, picking up a few friends along the way, in order to rescue Varric's son Blaize from becoming just like Fenris; a tool of the Magisters, Fenris went back to Kirkwall with memories he shall treasure forever, a niece that he adored and most importantly, Hawke's heart.
He was an extremely lucky elf, to finally have the family he had subconsciously always wanted. It was only when the pieces slowly came together did Fenris truly acknowledge his want for a family. He shook his head to stop his trail of thought as his keen elven hearing picked up the rustle of heavy armour and rushed marching footsteps.
Fenris' sudden head movement towards the direction they just came from caught Hawke's attention as she quickly tied her deep red locks of hair into its usual plait before her frown of worry turned into her confident smirk. Hawke was ready for anything.
"Wait…Is that-" Isabella chuckled as she narrowed her eyes to make out the mixture of grey steel and blurs of blue into the distance.
"Warden Commander Katherine! And-" Carver gasped as he instantly got down onto one knee, bowing as a startled Merrill tilted her head in confusion at her husband's actions.
"King Alistair! How lovely it is to see you again, although the matter is a little more serious than last we spoke," Hawke strolled casually towards the wardens in her confident swagger, showing no signs to her companions of the extreme worry she kept inside.
"Well that is true," Alistair chuckled sheepishly as he hesitated for a moment, "I believe you haven't met Katherine, my queen."
Katherine stood beside her husband, who stood in his royal armour, her hair as black as raven feathers were twisted into plaits which were then swirled around into two circles; a typical noble hairstyle. Her tanned, muscular body was clad in light Warden armour and two large swords were strapped on her back and she already towered over Hawke, and almost reached the height of her husband.
Hawke could already tell Katherine was judging her already, but she needed to be courteous, she was the Queen of Ferelden after all.
"It is not every day I meet a king and a queen in Kirkwall," Hawke grinned as her companions soon assembled behind her.
Suddenly, Katherine's eyes lit up, "Zev!" the queen immediately sprinted towards the Antivan elf and pounced, a fit of laughter coming from the two as they hugged each other tightly. Hawke watched Alistair's face turn green with jealousy as he rolled his eyes.
"Mi cuervo*! How is my fair Warden doing? Or should I say Queen of Ferelden?" Zevran chuckled as he carefully prised the ecstatic Katherine from his body.
"Is she always like this?" Hawke quietly whispered to Alistair as Katherine squeaked away to Zevran about this and that.
"I love her to pieces, but she is always like this around…male friends," Alistair sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
Suddenly, Katherine squealed and almost pounced on Carver but luckily he managed to catch her as the Warden Commander almost suffocated him with the power of her hug.
"Well, she certainly is enthusiastic," Fenris spoke plainly, wondering if all Ferelden royalty were like this.
Alistair chuckled sheepishly, "Anyway, back to the matter at hand…Anders has been sighted at the Lowtown, heading towards Hightown. We think he's on his way to the Chantry but Maker knows why."
Hawke nodded, her eyes as hard as steel, showing no emotion as she blocked out the muttering amongst her friends. She was already deep in thought, planning different conversations and scenarios that could happen with Anders, thinking of all possible outcomes so that she doesn't wonder in unprepared. Whatever he was planning, it won't turn out well; and Trinity felt that in her gut.
"Oh and Meredith and Orsino are arguing right outside the Chantry, if you have not already heard them shouting. So maybe they are Anders' targets," Alistair added.
"But for what?" Sebastian asked with a worried look on his face.
"Maker knows, but we have to stop him," Katherine finally spoke seriously, after a rather flustered Carver detached the Warden Commander from his body.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's settle this domestic dispute," Varric grinned.
Hawke nodded and marched with pure determination towards the arguing Knight Commander and First Enchanter, the rest of her companions struggling to keep up with her, apart from Fenris.
"Sunt vobis bene**?" He whispered; his eyes fixated on her small frame rigid with both anger and determination.
"Positively peachy," she growled, "Someone has a lot of explaining to do, and if he doesn't, I'm going to make sure he never stops feeling a burning sensation in areas I shall not even mention."
Chuckling softly, Fenris soon applied his emotionless mask as they neared the Chantry.
"Finally! The Champion has arrived, will you please tell the Knight Commander that the Rite of Annulment will not be necessary," Orsino's words dripped like venom as he seemed to spit them out of his mouth.
Both Meredith and Orsino were glaring at each other in an attempt to make the other stand down with just a glare, but it would take more than that to stop them from arguing. Hawke pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing in frustration before smirking sarcastically.
"You know, the way you two go on, people will talk," Hawke grinned as she already heard Isabella and Zevran discussing various scenarios involving Meredith and Orsino.
"Oh shut it will you, mage, and it seems the mage has brought along all of her friends! I thought better of you, your highnesses," Meredith threw her arms up in frustration, glaring daggers at both Katherine and Alistair.
"Stand down, Knight Commander. If Hawke was not a part of this city, you would be following the Qun or rotting along with the corpses the qunari left behind," Katherine snapped, making Meredith flinch slightly. The others chuckled as they realised how intimidated Katherine was to the oh-so-powerful Knight Commander Meredith.
"But she should be rotting with them in hell along with her little mage friends."
This time, Fenris' markings started to glow faintly as Hawke felt the tension and anger irradiating from the elf standing beside her. Thinking quickly, Hawke stood in between Meredith and Katherine.
"If I may so rudely interrupt, we actually came here to stop something even bigger than your petty arguments; the Grand Cleric usually solves them for you."
"And what is much more threatening and serious than the blighted Rite of Annulment!?" Orsino demanded.
"That would be me," a voice shouted out from under the archway to the Chantry courtyard, but it was completely recognisable to Hawke as a dagger of betrayal and dread pierced her heart.
"Anders…" Katherine growled, her fists clenched.
Trinity Hawke could already tell that whatever will happen next, will be a life-changing ordeal, and it would be all down to her to solve.
~ Arcanum/Latin Translations~
* Mi cuervo- my raven
** Sunt vobis bene?- Are you alright?