Soooo This story is a Dragon Age 2 based one. The main character is in fact a cousin of the famous Hawks family. She has past interactions with certain characters and has been kept a secret from her distant family all her life, making these friends unaware of the soon to be family reunion. I felt the need to create my own character and story as I felt I could only say so much using original game ones. I understand that this isn't completely fan fiction as my character isn't based in the original game, however it gives a different view and twist which I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One: New beginning

"Messere, it's time to dock."

Turning around at the passenger, I noticed her pale ivory skin, damp from the foggy mist surrounding the harbour. She must have been cold, we'd been traveling for weeks. The day she approached me, she wore a tight fitting set of white robes, well made by the looks of it. Her ruby red hair, tied up in a elegant bun, framing her beautiful face. And around her neck, a tervinter necklace. A symbol of power among the mages there.. I was surprised that she wished for my service, however did not complain towards the large pouch of gold I received. She simply wished to board a ship venturing towards Kirkwall. I need not ask her of her business, it was not of my concern, nor was it important. During our voyage, she saw no need to interact with fellow passengers, only rarely visiting the smith master for materials. The young mage was creating an armor with her own robes. Very simple for a mage like herself. She removed the sleeves from her expensive robes and cut the neck line, making it move revealing. I asked her what the need of that was for and was answered with

"It'll be easier to blend in with...and this style reminds me of someone I know." She smiled to herself then but I still do not understand why. As well as making those adjustments, she cut along the sides of the skirt, making it two pieces. There she places over a steal metal mesh given to her by the smith master. She released her hair from the pretty bun it had been placed in and cut the ends off to her shoulders with her dagger. Adding a few belts around her waist, her new image was complete. A few commoners gave her arm bands and spare cloths with which she tied around her arms. By the end of this transformation I did not recognize the young tervinter girl I once spoke to. She looked like a low town rat from inside the walls of Kirkwall, it was a surprise how well she was able to create a new image for herself.

Looking at her now, I could notice the change in her. Her path was to be uncertain, even dangerous and this she knew all too well. I placed my hand on her shoulder and shook her gently which did not seem to effect her as she nodded and gathered her belongings. I watched as she climbed off the ship and felt a wave of curiosity.

"May I ask, Messere...why did you come here?"

She looked back at me and rubbed her chin in thought

"Let's just say..." She smirked "I'm here to see an 'old' friend"

And with that she made her way through the gates of Kirkwall...