Hey! Welcome to my new fanfic. I apologize if you find any mistakes or Typos. Most of it was written on my phone, and only quickly checked through on my computer. But this is just for fun so, :)

Dragon Age and Assassin's Creed does not belong to me.

Arno awoke with a gasp of air, his eyes wide and his heard beating heavily. There were shouts around him but he couldn't tell what direction they were coming from – all he could focus on was the pain. After a moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he felt himself being pushed back down, flat on the bed.

He was aware of someone pouring a liquid down his throat that tasted horrible, but he managed to swallow most of it. It the following minutes, the pain lessened and he could actually think, and focus on what was around him. He was in a room, with an elderly man and a woman. They were both looking at him with a level of concern, and the man had a half-full bottle in his hands.

Arno just stared at them, but he quickly opened his senses up to look at them with his Eagle Vision. They both flared blue before a flare of pain cut through his head, making him shut his eyes, and pressing on his head with his hand, "Merde!" he hissed.

Arno felt a hand on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes up to see the man holding the bottle out to him. Arno blinked, but he slowly took it and took a sip of it. He made a face, but it seemed to dampen the pain in his head so he took another drink, a bigger one. After a moment, he looked up at the two people.

"Better?" The elderly man said to him, and Arno was mildly surprised to hear the man speaking in English.

"Yes." Arno replied, also in English, looking between the two with a deep frown on his face, "Who are you? What is this place?"

"You are in the healing hall in Castle Cousland of Highever. I am Aldous and this this Mother Mallol." he spoke, motioning to the woman, "What might your name be?"

Arno shut his eyes, trying his best to ignore the dulled thumping in his head, "Arno Dorian." he replied. He opened his eyes up around and looked between them, the mans words running through his head. Castle Cousland? Highever? Those names meant nothing to him.

"Can you tell us what happened to you?" Aldous asked, making Arno looked at him with a furrowed brow.

"What do you mean?" Arno asked slowly.

"You were on the floor of the Chantry, unconscious and bleeding." Mallol said, her voice soft, "You were gravely injured – you nearly died."

Arno stared at her, "I – what? I do not know – I can't remember." he rubbed his forehead again, and then took another sip of the liquid.

"What's the last thing you do remember?" Aldous asked, tilting his head with a frown.

"I – I am not sure." Arno admitted after a moment, "I think – I was visiting a friend. After that – I cannot say."

"A friend?" Aldous repeated, "Back in Orlais?"

Arno blinked again. Orlais? He stared at them with confusion, making Mallol – the mother – place a hand on Aldous's shoulder, "He is tired and confused. We should leave him rest."

It was in that moment Arno realised that he was not wearing his robes, nor did he have any of his weapons. Not even his hidden blade. He was wearing a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt. But before he could ask either of the strangers about it, they started to leave.

"Get some rest, younger Arno." Aldous said, and shut the door behind him. Arno looked at the door, but he could feel the weariness in his body and as much as it pained him to admit it, he wouldn't be able to sneak around. Actually, there was a good chance that he might not even be able to make it to the door.

So he laid his head back and shut his eyes.

He woke up later, and the room was in total darkness. He sat up, and had a quick look around. He couldn't see much, at all, so he used his Eagle Vision.

Thankfully it didn't feel like a sword going through his head, and he could see the door. He quietly slipped out of the bed, feeling the cold stone on his feet. He quietly walked over to the door, and turned the latch on it.

The hallway was brighter than the room, and it made Arnos eyes hurt a bit as he dropped his Eagle Vision back to his normal sight. Not far down the hall was a room, and peering in, Arno recognised the woman from before.

"Mother Mallol?" Arno spoke up, making the woman turn around, and looked at him with surprise.

"Arno. I am surprised to see you up." she greeted with a smile, walking up to him. She reached him and then looked around the room.

To Arno, it looked to be a church. But he recognised none of the symbols.

"This is where we found you." she said, motioning to a spot on the ground.

Arno looked at it, and tilted his head with a frown. Nothing seemed familiar to him around this room. But this was a Chantry? Where was he?

Arno looked down at his plain clothes, "Did I have anything on me?" he asked, after a moment.

The Mother nodded her head, "Blue robes, a gold sword and..." she trailed off, "A wrist blade?"

"Close. Hidden Blade." he corrected, with a smile.

Mallol frowned, "I had never seen such a weapon before. Are they... common in Orlais?"

Orlais again. Arno rubbed his head, why the assumption he was from this 'Orlais' place, he dis not know. But perhaps it would not be wise to oppose that idea?

"Not exactly." Arno replied, shaking his head, "They are quite rare."

Mallol nodded her head, and turned around to a door leading off to the side of the podium, "Your robes are in here. I'm afraid I don't have your weapons, I don't like keeping weapons in the sanctuary of the Chantry." she explained as Arno followed her.

"I understand." the French-man said, pausing as the woman handed him his folded robes that were clean of blood. Did they clean and repair them for him? Why?

"Where would my weapons be?"

"Aldous has them. I can take you to him." the mother kindly spoke.

Mallol left Arno alone in the side room for a few minutes as he put his robes on. He smiled slightly. She looked at him as he exited into the main Chantry.

"Before we proceed, I need to ask you something." she started, "In the Chantry, under the gaze of the Maker, you must tell the truth. Are you an assassin?"

Arno looked at her, blinking. "No." he answered after a moment, and shook his head.

He had a feeling she meant an assassin who killed people for money - which he certainly was not - and not an Assassin of the brotherhood. But either way, the answer was, sadly, the same.

Mallol inspected his face, and after a moment, nodded, "I believe you. Let's go." and she started walking out of the chantry.

Arno followed behind The Mother led Arno through the hallways until they came upon a library. She smiled at him, and then called out for Aldous. The elderly man walked out from a backroom, and smiled kindly at Arno and Mallol.

"Well, it is good to see you up and about!" Aldous smiled, and Arno saw that the man was holding his cuff with the hidden blade in it as he walked up to them, "I assume you are after this?"

Arno smiled, taking it as it was offered, "Yes. Merci." he said, connecting it to his wrist and lowering it.

Aldous watched his wrist as he moved it, "An interesting device. How does it work?"

"Trade secret, I am afraid." Arno chuckled, "Where is my sword?"

Aldous paused, "Ah, well the Teryn saw it and asked if he could look at it for a bit. It's a very... Unique weapon. How did you find it?"

Arno paused, unsure who or what the Teryn was. He would just go ask fir it, he supposed. "I found it." Arno said, shrugging. Not really a lie. He found it next to the dead body of the mad man Germain. "Would I be able to get it back?"

"Of course, but in the morning perhaps? It is late."

Then the door opened. Arno turned around, hand teaming and ready to spring his blade out - a habit formed from getting surprised - and saw two armoured men.

"Can I help you?" Aldous asked them, moving past Arno, "You are some of Arl Howe's men, correct?"

Arno watched them closely, and saw them inch towards their weapons. The former assassin opened his Eagle Vision. The two men were a bright, startling Red.

In one second an arrow was fired, and in the same second Arno had pushed Aldous away. The old man let out a cry of surprise as the arrow flew over his head and landed in the spine of a book.

Arno didn't waste time, and using the time the archer needed to get another arrow, he knocked a table onto its side and pushed the librarian and the mother behind it.

"Stay down!" he ordered.

His focus was back on the two attackers. The Archer had reloaded, and was aiming at Arno. The French-man ran at him, ducking the bow and spinning around to slice the man's throat. The arrow flew out and it a statue.

The second man had a sword and had an expression of surprise and anger on his face. He swung at Arno, which he dodged. The man swung again, and Arno dropped, rolling around to the side of the warrior and punching the man in the back of the knee. As the man dropped down, Arno drove his hidden blade through the back of his neck.

The man dropped to the ground, dead. Aldous and Mallol poked their heads up over the table and looked at Arno with large and shaken gazes.

"Those - those were Arl Howe's men!" Mallol nearly exclaimed, panic rising in her voice, "Why are they attacking?!"

"Who is this Arl Howe?" Arno asked, wiping the blood from his blade on one of the dead soldiers clothes.

"Arl Rendon Howe of Amerantine. He is close friend of the Couslands! He's been trying to set his son and Evie up for years. I don't - I don't understand!" Mallol exclaimed.

Arno reached down and picked up the dead soldiers sword. He looked between Aldous and Mallol, "Do either of you know how to use a bow?" he asked.

Aldous stepped forward, plucking the weapon from next to the dead man and taking the quiver of arrows.

"We need to find Teryn Cousland. He'll know what's going on." Aldous said, placing the quiver over his shoulder and onto his back.

Arno gave a nod of his head, then moved to the door. He peeked out, and used his Eagle Vision. There was no one in the hallway, but he could see the red shine of many hundreds of soldiers all through the castle - and many blue lights dying away.

"The coast is clear - for now." Arno said, stepping out into the hallway as the other two followed. He looked to Aldous, "Lead us to the Teryn."