Hikari: So, this "story" is more a collection. The title is me trying to be funny (My first character's name is Raine). There will be shorts in here from each of my characters, though: Silk, the human noble warrior, Briar the elven mage, Savie the dwarf noble warrior (and the only guy .), Eri the dwarf commoner rogue, and Sydony the dalish rogue. Each story should be under four pages in word, though. PLEASE give me suggestions! I will seriously run out of things to do at some point. The only thing is that all smut requests will be in a different "story" so as to keep this one T. Thank you so much for reading!

This first story is what would happen if Zevran kept his loyalty to the Crows.

It happened one very ordinary night at camp. Raine was trying (and failing) to put her tent up. Somehow, one of her tent poles had been removed from her bag, making it impossible to put her tent up. Hoping that one of her comrades would notice and invite her to stay in their tent, she continued to curse and throw her tent around.

"Having problems, hm?"

Raine blanched. She wasn't expecting Zevran to be the one to notice. She was hoping one of the girls would so she didn't have to be in the weird position of sleeping with one of the boys. Well, she'd turned down Zevran before. Hopefully, tonight wouldn't be any different, "One of my poles is gone," she said, leaving it at that.

Zevran laughed. She glanced up at him and noticed he was already in his sleep wear. "Would you like to stay in my tent? I won't try and guilt you into anything, Raine. I promise. No nudity in the tent."

That was way too early. Raine narrowed his eyes, "I'm keeping my dagger on me just in case," she said, shoving her tent back into its bag.

A bit later, Raine crawled into Zevran's tent with him not there, wearing what she normally wore until her armor. She didn't want to change in the tent, for fear of Zevran seeing something she didn't want him to. She sighed, curling up under blanket. Hopefully they'd find a merchant in the next town that would have the kind of pole she needed, or else she was going to ask Morrigan if she could share her tent. As it was, the witch had already gone to bed and Raine didn't want to wake her up. The ranger sighed, moving as far to the side as she could so Zevran didn't call her fat or something just as insulting.

Later, Raine heard the tent flap open and Zevran (she assumed) entered. He, too, crawled under his blanket. She closed her eyes again, not expecting anything else to happen that night. How wrong she was.

Sometime later (it was still dark outside, so Raine could not tell the proper time), Raine was awoken by whispering.

"Are you awake?" Zevran asked her.

"I am now. What do you want?" she groaned, rolling over to face him. They were about 6 inches apart, but Raine still felt the need to pull her blanket to her chest, as if a blanket would protect her from getting jumped by the assassin.

"I… just wanted to tell you how grateful I am for you giving me this chance. You've been nothing but nice to me, even after I tried to kill you. And for that I'm grateful."

Raine blushed slightly, thanking Andraste that it was dark, "I just thought I could use someone with the skills you have, Zev. You've been useful. I don't regret it, though I know it really bothered Alistair. Just… keep doing what you're doing and you can get your own tent, yeah?" she said, jokingly.

The city elf rolled back over, ending the conversation. She was tired and had a long day ahead of her, especially since the next night was her turn to guard. However, Zevran had other ideas.

Suddenly, Raine was on her back, her arms at her side, Zevran on her stomach and a knife to her throat. Her breathing quickened, realizing just what was going on, "Don't even try screaming," he growled, his voice so different from what it usually was, "This ends here, Grey Warden."

"What do you think you're doing," she hissed, making sure to keep her voice low, "I swear I'm going to kill you after this, Zevran." Zevran was a joker, but this was going too far. She picked her arms up to push him off her, but the knife was pressed into her throat, drawing blood and smashing her wind pipe. Only then did she realize that he wasn't joking. He was seriously going to kill her.

"You picked me up and carried me with you, sure," he said, his voice so low that no one outside the tent could possibly hear it, "But you've treated me as a stray dog this whole time. I was just waiting for the chance to finish the job I was sent to do. My loyalty is with the Crows. And with the sleeping medicine I put in everyone's water, no one is going to even know you are dead until morning, and my then I'll be half way to my destination to get my reward."

Raine inhaled sharply, feeling her blood trickling down her neck, "Zevran… you don't have to do this. I can pay you, I really can!" she said, but she didn't mean. As soon as he was off her stomach, she would draw her own dagger and cut his head clean off. That would earn some favor points with Zevran, she just knew it.

"Enough," he growled, "This ends now. Pity, I was hoping to get one crack at you before I ended you. That was the only thing that kept you alive this long, Raine," he whispered hoarsely, "Had you accepted my proposal, I would have beheaded you weeks ago."

"Wait, Zev, I-!" she started, but never finished. The dagger was quickly dug into her neck, cutting off her air, voice and blood. She sputtered for a few seconds before her movements all stopped. Zevran smirked, dropping the dagger next to her and grabbing his things. He pulled his tent down on itself, covering the body, before turning to leave camp. He allowed himself to glance over his shoulder just once before leaving. She really had been a great leader. Too bad she'd made such a powerful enemy. If it hadn't been for that one mistake, Zevran knew they would have been great friends and maybe even lovers. He took as much of the supplies as he could carry and left to retrieve his reward.

The next morning, Alistair found her body.

Confused as to why Zevran's tent had collapsed and why Raine's had never been pitched, Alistair lifted up the fabric. He stood still for a few moments, stalk white and only getting whiter until he dropped to his knees in disbelief, the tent dropping to the ground, "No… it can't be!" he cried. He flung the tent away from her body, crawling up next to her and holding her close to him, "No… Raine… I'm so sorry!" he sobbed, covering himself in her blood, "I'm so… so sorry!"

His cries woke the other companions, each one reacting differently to the tragedy of their fallen leader. Morrigan showed her first positive feelings about the girl, as she started to cry before ducking back into her tent. Leliana fell to her knees, crying into her clasped hands as she prayed quietly. Sten and Shale looked away. Wynne used her magic to make the body look cleaner, while Oghren actually looked like he was about to cry. Harree, Raine's faithful hound, crawled up next to Alistair, licking at his master's neck, cleaning the dried blood away. The camp was silent, save for Morrigan's faint sobs and Alistair.

An hour later, the campsite had been struck, but Alistair hadn't moved. He was quite done with ranting about how they never should have taken Zevran with them. Instead, he sat in dead silence, staring at her face. Her eyes were closed, her hair matted with blood, her tattoo looking faded against her already extremely pale skin. They had decided to return her body to her family in Denerim.

After the painful trip- they had to lie to her family, telling them it had happened on the battle field while she saved their lives- the group gathered outside the city. "So… now what?" Morrigan asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"We… have to keep going," Alistair said, his voice low and filled with sadness, "She would have wanted that. I… guess it's just me now. "

Hikari: …I just killed my character… I'm not sure how I feel about that o.o

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