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Chapter 1: Corruption or Insanity

Necromancer was the young elf rogue's name and he was no ordinary boy. He was gifted and not all saw Thadus as he saw it, Thadus was just a big fat circle of crazy and he liked it. Necromancer is a charming young man in his early twenty's when the grey wardens recruited him; they said he was useful though his methods were odd and not bright at all.

"Oh come on Duncan, have a little fun" Necromancer whined as he chased after Duncan around the camp with a dagger

"I said no, I do not want my hair cut and I told you to go help the others." Duncan demanded while he walked other to one of the other wardens, trying to finish his daily job

"They refused me many times before; I already told them I am sorry for digging in their tents." Necromancer whined some more as he dropped to his knees and embraced Duncan's right leg, not letting go when the man tried to get him off.

"Careful Duncan, he might violate your leg" Alistair teased when he came walking out of his tent, wearing his split mail armor

"Say that again… I dare you, snot-nose brat" the elf spoke with a deep and angry voice as he looked over his shoulder and glared at Alistair when he let go of Duncan's leg, crawling towards the other man with his dagger in hand. His lips curved to a creepy smile, his long black hair falling down to cover half his face and gave him a creepier expression.

Alistair just got the chills when he saw that weird look on the elf, Duncan just sighed disapproving of the two and how one seemed to be on the cheery side and the other on the creepy side.

"Necromancer, stop it and just got help someone that needs it" Duncan ordered, his voice stern but not harsh since he knew exactly where he found the poor boy.

"Necro, you heard Duncan and go right now" Alistair picked up a stick he found near his foot and tossed it at the opposite direction, hoping it would motivate the elf to move away from him which it did. Necromancer spotted the stick and without giving a second thought, he got up and chased after it.

"Hey Duncan, he might make a better mabari than a warden" Alistair jest when he looked over with a cheeky smile

"Alistair, don't tease him like that. He had a very dark life, don't make it worse for him as it is" Duncan spoke with concern in his voice while he watched the elf dig through the grass to find the stick that was tossed.

"Yea, I have been meaning to ask you about that. Where did you find him?" Alistair questioned Duncan, curious about the elf as they both watched Necromancer and hearing him quietly talk to himself.

If I told you Alistair, you would think I am crazy for doing it… Duncan thought to himself, walking over to the boy and kneeled down help him find the stick. Alistair wondered more about the boy more and why Duncan avoided his question.

After a night of drinking and storytelling, Duncan carried Necromancer back to his tent since the Warden knew the boy had a fear of sleeping alone. The man laid the boy on his own bed next to his; Duncan removed the boy's leather boots and covered him with his fur blanket.

Duncan took a moment to look at Necromancer, wondered what would happen to the boy if anything happened and how he would react. He quietly left the tent to sit by the campfire, pulling out his weapons to sharpen when Alistair came by and sat next to him.

"So, now will you tell me why you recruited that kid" Alistair asked in curiosity

"If you want to understand him and why he is shorter than most elves, I will tell you how I met Necromancer" Duncan laid his sword down in front of him and looked up at the clear night sky, a falling star would pass, "It started a year before you joined the grey wardens" he began the tale he wished never to be spoken.

Making his way to Orzammar, Duncan was stopped by a small stream to drink some water and kneeled down to drink when he spotted a young elf. Wearing leather armor as the boy's eyes Watched him like a wolf watching prey, and this made Duncan cautious when he uses his hands to scoop up some water to take a sip. The young elf hid away from Duncan's sight, disappearing into the forest with silent steps like the Dalish scouts.

Not far from the Warden, he heard people whistling and calling out when three Tevinter Slavers came walking down the back path.

"Come here boy!" one slaver would call and whistled loudly

"Necromancer! Where are you boy" the second would call out

"Be a good boy and come to master!" the third would call as they searched for their missing prized pet, this gave Duncan an idea on who the young elf is. A runaway slave he thought as he made his way to meet up with the slavers, being cautious with his words and put on an act.

"Missing your Mabari?" Duncan asked as he made himself look like a cheery man when the slavers looked at him, one stepping closer to speak as the two kept an eye out for their pet.

"Did you see him? He has black fur and rare ice blue eyes with a scar near his left side close to his back leg" the Tevinter slaver described the boy, but made it sound more like a mabari they were looking for.

"I saw some people with mabaris, but none that looked like the one you're looking for" Duncan had to make it sound convincing or the slavers would catch his fib, the two other slavers looked at him with narrow eyes as the third spoke.

From the corner of Duncan's eye, he saw the elf watching from behind a tree and staying hidden. He remained calm until one of the slavers looked at the direction where the boy was and signaled the other by whispering and pointed.

The third slaver glanced and smirked, "I think we need to end our little game" he and his boys pulled out their staves; Duncan took a step back and pulled out his sword in defense.

"Necromancer, attack! NOW!" the slaver mage ordered loudly when he shot a fireball at the Warden, Duncan jumped to his left to dodge the fireball when the young elf jumped out and attacked from behind.

Before Duncan could block the attack, three more fireballs flying at him so he jumped to his right and dodge each attack. His dodges almost made it look like dancing when he reached for his dagger and thrown it straight at one of the mages, killing one on the left.

"Papa!" the boy would scream when he saw one of the mages fall dead, he was about to run to him when the leader shouted another order, "Fetch!" was the order and he obeyed like a trained dog. Duncan noticed the boy's sad expression suddenly changed fast when the slaver shouted an order and attacked, pulling out to sharp daggers and swung them at the warden like a whirl wind. Duncan dodges and blocked each attack, waiting for an opening when he felt lightening hit his armor.

The boy's eyes were locked for the kill until his mind slipped somewhere else, making him stop the attack and looked at Duncan for a moment. "Wait…your scent… it's strong and yet…" the boy muttered before he looked down at his hands, seeing blood on them.

"I said Fetch!" the slaver leader yelled in anger

"…No… I won't" the boy protested when he looked at his master, worry in his eyes

"Fine! You won't finish him, I will!" the leader pointed his staff at the man and shot another lightning bolt when it hit Duncan directly on the back, making him groan in pain and fall to one knee. What Duncan heard next was unexpected and surprising; the elf stood in strong of Duncan in a protective way and roared like an angry beast when he attacked the mages.

"I WILL NO LONGER SERVE YOU!" he yelled in rage when he jumped and knocked down the leader, slashing and stabbing the defenceless mage as the other ran off down the path. Duncan turned his head slowly when he saw the elf ripping the mage to pieces without the use of his bone daggers, the sight of watching the blooded up elf run after the other mage was a memory that Duncan won't soon forget.

Guts were pulled out; throat ripped open by the boy's teeth and arms ripped off like it was nothing. "Show no mercy" Duncan muttered to himself when he slowly stood up and walked the other way, keeping his sword out just in case the elf tried to attack him next.

Meanwhile, the Tevinter Mage ran fast down the past to get away from the slave. Scared of getting ripped apart like his fellow Leader when he heard heavy panting coming up fast, "Oh maker! I don't want to die!" The Mage screamed in fear. He got closer and closer to getting tired, he needed to find a place to hide fast before the elf could up to him and ended his life but the heavy panting behind him got closer with each second.

The elf chased the mage without stopping to catch breath, his eyes locked on his prey as he got closer and closer. His mind was only filled with one subject and that was to kill his prey, the scent of fear made the chase all the sweeter when he began to laugh insanely.

"I'm coming for you!" the boy called out when he got close enough to pounce when the mage quickly made a left turn into the woods, making the boy pissed off when he missed his mark and stop. Panting heavily as he watched the mage run deep inside, "Run! Run you fool and don't look back!" the boy screamed loudly in rage as he laughed to see the terror he put into the mage.

After a few minutes to catch his breath, the boy quietly listened to his surrounding as he glanced down at the ground when he realized his blood covered hands. He stared for a moment before he began to lick off the blood with a satisfying grin, he felt like he was free and now he needed to hunt down the stranger he saved from becoming a cooked corpse.

That man's scent… He looked skilled and capable but his age, I thought old men his age would waste time farming or yelling at children to get off their yard… he giggled to the thought and began his search for the stranger, going back to the torn up corpse and got down to sniff the ground like a mabari would when searching for his master. The boy caught the scent and went running up the path to track down the stranger; his mind set on making that stranger his new master and hopefully is accepted.

To Be Continued

Note from writer: This is just a little story I thought up while playing Dragon age and watching Sweeny Todd, tell me what you think of it and let me know if you wish to read more about Necro and how he was recruited. Thanks for taking the time to read my story