This is my first fanfic so I'm a bit tense :) I've proof read it a million times but I'm sure there are errors to be found. Any help with this would be welcomed. I have a bunch of chapters already written but thought I would test the waters first. I love Dragon age and my two fav origin stories are City-elf and Mage where in came my inspiration for this story. I hope you like it, please let me know if its complete crap I promise not to sulk to much :)

Big thanks to Bioware for making a great rpg game that stole hours of my life!

*****Explicit adult content and coarse language is practically bursting from this story please be advised*****

*~*Prolong*~*

Morrigan tumbled down on to her makeshift bed in front of her measly fire. It was harder for her to do the simplest of things now that she'd reached full term in her pregnancy. She was perplexed as to why her condition was progressing so quickly it had only been five and a half months and she was due any day now. It was alarming to think that she would be having a child soon. She had no experience with children, had never been around one. Her moods were in constant disarray, and she was fighting back the panic that threatened to engulf her. She had poured over Flemeth's grimoire to many times to count finding no explanation to her strange predicament. Either the old woman had no idea this was going to happen or she was missing cryptic clues written in the damn grimoire, this frustrated her to no end.

Probing her body regularly with the little healing knowledge she had she could sense the old gods power and intelligence. Through the fade when she was slumbering she could hear the child inside her talking, telling her not to be afraid. It was unsettling and yet slightly exhilarating to hear his voice through her dreams. She had never been very close to anyone all her life, none that she had no need of that is. This child was hers and hers alone the bond they shared superseded all others.

Morrigan never really thought of herself as evil…She never really thought that it was in her to be really truly evil. Yet here she was sitting alone in an abandon farmhouse a belly swollen with child planning the end for everyone in Thedas. She rested her hand down on her stomach and was kicked hard from the inside. The sensation was bizarre and comforting all at once, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

"shhh… My lord you will be free soon, and everything we've ever wanted will be ours."

It had been her mother's plan, which now was hers. Total power out of chaos, it was the perfect plan. The stupidity of the foolish wardens had been a sure sign that it was meant to be. How easy it had been to fool them all. So naive to think that this baby and the magic used to create him was all for them. Well they would find out soon enough how largely miss placed their trust had been. The power that was building up inside her would be a force more frightening then the blight itself.

*~*Chapter 1*~*

Amara raised her hand up to the front of her face and frowned. The mist that surrounded her was so thick she could not see her hand through it.

"Amara..." An oddly familiar voice whispered into her ear.

She spun towards the whispered voice and blindly shot out a blast of lightning. The blue and white light casted eerily off a large from in front of her. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as the ice-cold mist swirled away revealing the body of a great dragon...the Archdemon.

"Maker have mercy!" She gasped stepping closer.

The Archdemon's body had blown up after it had been slain; Amara knew this for she had delivered the killing blow. Its eyes snapped open, golden and slanted. Something about the eyes sent goose bumps to rise on her damp flesh, they seemed so proverbial. She met its gaze unable to shake the feeling that she had seen those eyes before.

Suddenly the Archdemon's head snapped back and it let out a terrifying roar as it began to violently convulse. Rearing its behemoth body up on its back legs its flesh began to peel in large chunks falling to the ground around her. She looked on with terror as the Dragons body began to transform into that of a human.

The mist returned creeping over her feet as it circled the transforming shape. From behind the curtain of mist she could hear the ground-shaking roar turn into a shrill human scream. The swirling mist parted before her and the shape of a naked and pregnant women emerged.

Amara gasped as Morrigan ran towards her with a large dagger size dragons tooth raised over her head. Amara was fixed to her spot her legs had forgotten how to function. She stared dumbfounded as the naked screaming Morrigan came flying towards her.

"You will fear me!" She screamed plunging the dragon tooth down into Amara's chest.

Amara flung herself up right in her bed. She was panting and a fine sheen of sweat covered her naked limbs.

"Are you alright?" A male voice sounded beside her.

Startled to find she was not alone Amara snatched her dagger from under her pillow quickly aiming it at the person beside her, the tip hissing with sparks of lightning.

The elf yelped with surprise "Whoa! Easy there! I'm not into that shit." He said eyes fixed on the dagger as he jumped out of the bed.

The drowsy fog lifted as she slowly recalled the night before. She had met the handsome elf at The Gnawed Noble Tavern when she had been fairly drunk and had found him quite pleasing. In a drunken haze she had invited him to share her bed.

It had become a common occurrence now for her to drink and mess around. Ever since the blight had ended things had never been the same between her and Ferelden's newest King. Amara knew she was using the booze and the men as a distraction from her messed up romantic life. These thoughts sent a fist full of shame to her belly.

"Sorry bad dreams." she croaked lowering her dagger.

He smiled seductively and slid back between the sheets. "You know what's good for bad dreams?" He sneered pushing back her thick black hair so he could kiss the soft nape of her neck.

"Sorry... not really in the mood." Swatting away his further advances she climbed out of the bed and snatched up her robe. The sun was just rising and she could hear the servants bustling around the castle getting ready for the day. "I'm sorry…" she arched her raven winged brows "I don't remember your name…"

The dishevelled elf sighed and arose from the bed putting his pants on as quickly as he could "Narran, My name is Narran, and I'll just get out of your hair. Will I see you again?" He looked over at her optimistic and so naive.

"No" She said simply "I don't think you will." Tossing him his shirt she walked over to her vanity and sat down. She felt bad for dragging the poor guy into her messed up life. It wasn't anyone's fault but her own that she had completely shut herself down. She was at a loss on how to stop these newly formed bad habits and seemed to be in a whirlwind of reoccurring heartache.

The flustered elf shrugged on his shirt and glared at the back of her head. "Still hung up on a King." he pouted hands held on his narrow hips. "Just so you know there are nicer guys in the world then you're stupid King. If you had tried to love me half as much as you did him then you might have had a chance at happiness." With those nasty words he stormed from the room shoving another elf rudely out of his way.

"Andraste's flaming sword what was that about?" Shianni asked looking mildly amused as she dropped down on to the rumbled bed. "I'm guessing another one of your jilted lovers?" She gave a mock gasp "what is that Amara three in two weeks, you'd put Zev to shame!"

"Shut up Shi and keep your nose out of my love life!"

Shianni laughed unimpressed by her cousin's anger, "Easier said than done when you flaunt lovers like Leliana flaunts a new dress!"

There was mirth in the words but they only rubbed Amara raw. Shianni had no clue what Amara was going through. They were still figuring each other out after newly discovering that they were cousins. She was quickly finding out that her fiery cousin was one for quick wit and sometimes hurtful words.

She still remembered when her father approached her at the alienage. She had guardedly watched him approach his eyes rimmed with tears. He had requested a moment of her time and had told her who he was. Stating tears flowing how there had been no other choice but to give her up to the chantry. He had begged her forgiveness and reassured her of his fatherly love. She'd been quite overwhelmed that her family was so willing to acknowledge her after so many years apart. It was a strange feeling rediscovering that she had a family outside the tower. Her memory of the time before the tower had been one filled with sorrow and hardship.

She shook her head to clear away the emotional cobwebs and tossed a hairbrush into her cousins waiting hands. "Just help me with my hair will you!"

Chapter 1.1

Amara fell to the ground with a groan her armour felt tight and her head pounded. "I can't practice anymore I'm dying" she was a mage not a warrior. Her armour was too heavy and though she was very good a wielding twin daggers she was in no way use to the constricting feel of the harden leather. She put on her best pout and gazed up at the flamed haired dwarf hoping for a little pity. Oghren was not fooled by the pretty little pout and glared back with an unsympathetic look across his hairy face.

When the blight had ended Alistair had named the battle hardened drunk his master of the guard. With his newly acquired position Oghren became overly bossy and he had taken it upon himself to order Amara into sharpening her arcane warrior skills.

'To toughen you up and keep that lovely ass nice and tight' He had stated with a drunken leer.

Oghren snorted tossing down his battle-axe. "You top-siders are all the same! Never able to handle the ale or the late night humps. All a bunch of nug lickers!" he groused dropping down next to her.

"Why does everyone know about that?" Amara whimpered as she fell back onto the grass.

"HA, you're the most sought after person in this whole sodding place, and you think no one is going to notice when you're knocking boots?" He laughed gruffly punching her in the shoulder. "What do you care Warden? A certain King you don't want finding out about you're rutting?"

Amara flushed and glared down at him. "I don't want anyone knowing about it including you! I wouldn't be in this mess if you'd stop getting me so drunk!" rolling on to her stomach she dropped her face in the cool grass covered ground, wishing it would open up and swallow her. "I had another nightmare about Morrigan." She mumbled into the earth.

She could hear Oghren getting up with a grunt as he recovered his axe from the ground. "I'm a dwarf Warden go trouble Wynne about your dreams, I don't know a dream from the ass end of a horse." He laughed coarsely at his own humour and walked back to the training grounds.

Amara rolled back over and stared up at the brilliant blue sky spotted delicately with white puffy clouds. Alistair's face unwillingly flashed into her thoughts. She let her mind wonder remembering the last meeting she had with Ferelden's newest King.

Amara gazed at herself in the mirror she was donned in a dress, which was pretty impressive considering she hated to wear them. Not your average dress either she could handle a normal dress. This dress was delicate made out of finely woven sheep's wool, which had been dyed a bright scarlet It virtually screamed 'look at me!' The dress was made to be alluring the neckline plugged into a deep V as did the back showing the voluptuous swells of her breasts and the delicate curve of her shoulders. Leliana had said it was the perfect color for her dark hair and large brown eyes. She hated it, felt like at any moment her bursting bosom would make a grand appearance in front of the entire ball.

She was tempted to put her very conservative mage robe back on, but then she thought of Alistair and the fact that tonight was a special night and pushed the tempting thoughts aside.

The Archdemon had been dead for almost six months and there was no surface activity from the darkspawn. To celebrate newly married King Alistair and Queen Anora had decided to throw a ball on the very night of their return from touring the country.

Amara hadn't seen Alistair in five months, when she had seen him he had been cold and distant saying they would talk once he'd had time to think. What he meant she knew not, she thought they were in love, but five months apart had put a large brand of doubt in her mind.

Amara crept into the hall with a wildly beating heart. The hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland. Ice sculptures littered the room and the chantry had commissioned the Circle of Magi to created ice-crystal chandlers to hang along the cathedral like ceiling. It was a task far below the circle she thought bitterly but no doubt a beautiful addition to the ball.

Amara tore her gaze from the decor and stopped dead, first out of shock then anger. She stood stunned as all eyes were drawn to her. Her brain slowly taking in the fact that she was the only one wearing color!

All the lords and ladies were dressed in slivers and blues some gowns shimmered with beads and fake ice crystals while others were covered in soft white fur. There was a shimmering sea of Nobility, hers being the single scarlet gown in sight.

With intent to kill Amara scanned the room for Leliana's face. Finding the Bard only fueled her anger, the dirty rotten spy was clad in a white satin dress with fur trim around the neckline. She stomped a straight path to Leliana only to aware of the stares and whispers that fell behind her. She was like a drop of blood against a snow covered ground.

"What the hell is this Leliana? Why did you pick this dress out for me?" She hissed grabbing the slightly startled Bard roughly by the arm. "Everyone is staring!"

Leliana laughed her beautiful voice floating above the lively crowd. "Because my dearest friend you are the hero of Ferelden. They are staring at your beauty and the fact that you are about to make a scene." Her eyes were bright and her cheeks rosy from a few cups of wine. "Besides it would not due for you to be dressed the same as everyone else would it?"

She gave Amara's hand a light squeeze and dislodged her arm from the iron grip. "Go mingle you have to get use to court life, you'll learn to love it trust me!" She clapped her hands together with elation giving Amara one last appraisal as if to say you'll do.

Amara tried to swallow her panic as she gazed around her at all the curious faces. She grabbed hold of a serving girl carrying a tray of chilled white wine and gulped down the glass. The cool liquor soothed her nerves a bit.

"Amara?" an all too familiar voice breathed from behind her.

She took a deep shaking breath and spun around, her skirts whispering against the cobble stone floor. "Your Majesty." She said giving her deepest curtsy. She flinched as the boning in the dress dug into her and prayed to the Maker her bodice would stay in place.

She stared down at his calf length leather boots willing her heart to slow. When she had her face under control she let her gaze wonder over him. He wore a simple white tunic made of silk the neckline embroidered with silver thread and his long muscular legs were clad in black leather trousers. She met his gaze and gave an inward smile at the look that was plainly written on his face, lust.

"Wow…I… wow." He stammered a frown forming around his mouth "You look amazing, you're wearing a dress!" He laughed nervously. The blushing red skin contrasted with the white silk against his neck. "I never thought I'd see you in anything but your mage robes." The sound of wonder in his voice was amusing to Amara and a kindle of hope filled her long empty heart.

"Thank you your Majesty." They stood transfixed unaware of the world around them. "May I…May I have a word in private?" she held her breath.

He sighed running his hands down the front of his shirt. "Uh… well… we are hardly alone here but I suppose a moment in the garden will not be difficult." He turned and led her towards the double doors that led to the back garden. The night air was cool and refreshing.

Amara was uncertain of what to say. Alistair looked about the same "It's a great night for a party are you enjoying it?"

She couldn't do this! Not the small talk, not with him. Taking all the courage she possessed she stood up on tip toe and wrapped her slight frame around his large one squeezing him as tight as she could. "I missed you so much." She whispered against his neck.

She felt him shudder and could feel his breath go ragged against her hair. His silk clad arms came around her and he picked her up from the ground, holding her tightly to him as he rubbed the exposed part of her back. "Say something." She pleaded leaning back in his arms.

"I can't do this, it's over." He set her down lightly and stepped away turning his back to her "I'm married now, by your own order and I cannot betray my marriage vows to Anora." Amara stood dumbly staring at his beloved back. "I… I don't want to hurt you but you chose this. You gave me to another... twice... I'm not now nor will I ever again be some dumb Templar pawn for you or anyone else to use."

She felt as though every part of her was breaking, he was leaving her, and the thought sent a terrifying sense of loss painfully through her. The world blurred as the one thing she had feared unfolded before her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she dashed them away heatedly. How could he think she had given him away? Why was this happening? She thought wildly they loved each other and would never be parted.

"What do you mean I gave you to another? If you had not married Anora there would have been civil war! The country was divided. You know this! It was supposed to be…be a political m...marriage!" Her words came out in a sob and she hated how weak she sounded.

Alistair was at her in a second grabbing her arms and shaking her slightly. "I've been used all my life Amara I was used by you, like a pawn!" His face was black and his grip was becoming painful. "You passed me off to Anora, told me to sleep with Morrigan. You knew I couldn't stand either of them! You knew they made my skin crawl with loathing. You evidently have no real care for me or you would have found another way!"

He glared down at her his words stabbing her deep in the heart "I've broken every vow I've ever taken! I will not break this one. I loved you once but you made your choice and now I'm making mine! I will no longer stand by while others decide my life." Amara pushed away from him hurt and horrified by what he was saying.

"Alistair! What in Andraste's name are you doing out here? The ambassador of Antiva wishes a word my husband; you can mingle with the lesser people later."

Amara flushed with anger wiping her eyes dry as she turned to face The Queen of Ferelden.

"Anora, do you not recognize Amara the hero of Ferelden and Commander of the Grey Wardens?" Alistair was covered in blush looking as though he'd just been caught with his hands up Amaras skirt.

Anora stared down at her scorn and revulsion clearly written over the fair queen's face. "Oh forgive me Commander I did not recognize you, you Elvin people all look very similar. Come now Alistair we must not keep are guest waiting. Enjoy the ball Commander." Alistair turned around and gave her one last fiery and tragic glance before disappearing into the thong of nobles.

Amara came back to the present as a wagon sped past her shaking the ground softly. She must have dozed off for the sun was at least a thumbs length lower than earlier. Wiping her eyes she felt the stiff trails of dried salty tears running down her cheeks. The memories of that night were still so fresh. She knew now that she should have fought harder for him. She should have made him see that every move she had made had all been for him. That she loved him so much she couldn't breathe at the thought of losing him forever.

Foolishly she had closed up unwilling herself to feel regret for the decisions she had made. She had gotten angry instead. What gave him the right to question her and the choices she had made? What had he ever done to lead them through the Blight? He had given her complete control and now he resented her for it. She had cursed herself for allowing him to hurt her so much. She loved him still, and no matter how many men she bedded that bruised empty part of her heart would just not heal.

Sighing from the sadness that lay heavy in her heart Amara stretched out one last time then jumped up, gathering her things she headed back to the castle. She had a meeting she'd been putting off and hoped against hope that even though everyone else in the castle knew about her late night activities this one person would still be in the dark.