Chapter one: Bad Day
From the moment my eyes flutter open, I could tell, this was to be a bad day. Everything from the large drops of rain hitting my window to the cold chill that gave me goose-bumps hinted at it. Pushing my head off my pillow I felt the head-ache hit like the hilt of a sword, making me moan in the most un-ladylike way. Standing up in my "royalty" room (as the guards called it) I pulled the blankets out from under my Mabari, Prince, who in return grunted and rolled over.
"Come on boy, I've got to go help Ronald!"
With the mention of the knight, Prince jumps up expecting a treat. Jumping off the bed he bolts to the door before I can even start to head in his direction. I redress myself out of the simple clothing I wore to bed into a white splintmailarmor with my sword in a sheath at my side and a Highever sheild on my back. With a light glance in the mirror I decide to pull my long golden blond hair up, with it being so long its always in the way. Reaching the lower part of my back, even when I pulled it up it went to my shoulder blades. I was told that this hair was a perfect match with my bright blue eyes with golden and lavender specks. I never thought so...
When I open the door the guards greet me lightly and tell my they look forward to training. I head out with a smile, unlike incounters right after I..left the Dalish these were kind and not insults to me. Prince walk right next to me with a stride of power, his white fur gleamed in the light of the torches in these halls. Along with this white fur was the war-paint of ebony tiger stripes, which were beleived to give his Master the power of a tiger itself. Yet, I do not consider Prince my "dog", he is my brother in arms.
Heading down the long outdoor halls with rain splashing my face and the stone ground. Prince whimpered as the rain pounded him also. Picking up my pace I heard the dining place for the guard bustle, with activity and noise of the city guard picking up breakfast before changing shifts, the door swings open with a light push and the atmoshere hits me, joy. I never felt this with my parent only around the city guard, Ronald, and my brother..and at one time the Dalish.
The moment the guards see me a large cheer erupts, "Anais!"
They all greet me with friendly pats on the back and words of gossip. Pushing myself through the crowd, I see the new group of guards that began training today talking to Ronald. Ignoring the guards and knights around me I make my way towards them.
"The Teyrn's daughter herself, she shall be respected with the highest respect," Ronald was preaching to the new recruits; a young man with black wind blown hair and crystal colored blue eyes, a slightly older man with gray streaked brown hair and dark brown almost black eyes, and a young elven girl with blond hair that crops her face and tattoo of a flame.
This young elven girl surprises me, elves were not equals in Ferelden. She must be special... Her beauty alone would bring her up class with high cheek bones and bright green eyes, but even then in Ferelden it would make her a prized prostitute. Her armor is of Dalish origin (I have some of my own hidden away), so she is not from the Alienage of Highever. Her tattoo looks familiar, as if i've met her.
Pushing these thoughts to the back of my head I great the group, "Roland! No need to make me sound like a prissy bitch."
"Milady!" he bows to me as I approach and the recruits akwardly mirror him.
"Damn it, Ronald! You know I hate that," I laugh stiffly, "Raise your heads!"
Ronald does it first with a little blush at the tips of his ears from embarrassment, then the recruits follow, standing as silent as mice. After minutes of this silence I spoke up.
"I am Marie, one of your instructors," a few moments of silence, " and you guys are?"
"My name is Flynn," the man with black hair is the first of the three to step forward, and on closer inspection, quite handsome. Strands of hair fell into his face as he leaned over and took my hand and lightly placed his lips onto the top of my hand, "Milady."
With a disgusted look on her face the elven girl shoves Flynn, "Excuse Flynn, Milady, he is a womanizer," she shot him a dirty look, "My name is Alia."
The last older man speaks up after waiting in the back of the group, "My name is Jaylon."
I smile at this group, I know that this group will have some potential. I can just feel it
Only if I knew.
*(note from author)
*This is sorta my own story of Dragon Age, I do change some characters places and add my own. So if you do not like that sorta thing I wouldn't recommend reading this. There are some grammar and spelling errors I am new at this type of format in writing (i'm more of a poet) and i'm trying to remember things I learned in high school. If you would like to maybe P.M. me to help I would like that.
Also, my Dalish words are going to be German and at the end of each chapter I will tell you what they mean, so don't like freak out and google it just read until the end! Thanks for reading this!(I am republishing this one I hadn't gotten a chance to look over the guidelines I'm dearly sorry)