Disclaimer: Although I may wish otherwise, I own neither The Road to El Dorado or Dragon Age anything.

~Three Years before the Blight~

"That almost hit me," I yelled.

"Yes, well, you're the one who chose to come," replied Bethany, turning back to her practice. After a minute she paused and turned back around. "Are you sure we're far enough from town?"

"Huh? Sure. We've come here before and no one has noticed, Templar or otherwise. Why are you suddenly so concerned?"

"I don't know…I just have a bad feeling about something…"

"Oh, you worry too much! Just go back to freezing trees or, whatever it is you're doing. What could possibly go wrong?"

Not a minute later, two Templars came running forward.

'I really need to stop asking that,' I thought, bitterly.

"I knew it! You're using magic!"

I turned to Bethany, completely aghast, "Wha? You've been using magic?" I turned around only to bump into one of the Templars. "She's a mage! Templar, arrest her!"

"You dare to impute my honour?" Bethany came up behind me and faced the Templar. "She was the one who was hiding an apostate! Arrest her," she said, pushing me. "You tricked these Templars and broke the law!"

"Oh! Now I'm the criminal?"

"Yes."

"Take a look in the mirror, pal!" I shined a spot in the Templars armour and showed her the reflection.

"Augh! You'd better go with the Templars, or I'll," she said while unsheathing the sword of the nearest Templar, " – En garde!"

"En garde yourself! I will give you the honour of a quick and painless death!" I unsheathed the Templar's weapon only to find it was a small dagger. I frowned and tossed it aside. "But not with that." I grabbed his sword, "We will fight fairly!" We lunged towards each other, our swords clashing. "Well, any last words?"

"I will cut you to ribbons."

"Oh, such mediocrity; let your sword do the talking."

"I will, it will be loquacious to a fault," she said, jabbing forwards. I dodged and we began our duel earnestly. It took us back into to town, all the way through to the shops. Templars, gaurds, and citizens alike were all watching our duel.

"Ha! Take that!"

"Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

She jumped onto the table behind her.

I kept fighting as I followed. "You mincing, prancing, twit!"

She jumped over every attack and began heading up the crates near the wall towards the roof. "You fight like my sister!"

"I am your sister," I said, following her up, "that's a compliment!"

We both ended up on the roof.

"Braggart," Bethany shouted, thrusting the sword towards me.

"Heathen!" The roof tile crumbled, and I lost my footing. I fell over, still trying to block her attacks. "Not the face, not the face," I whispered urgently. She disarmed me and caught my sword in her free hand. Our audience bellow cheered. I stood up, turning to the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've decided it's a draw!"

Bethany threw the swords down at the Templars' feet. "Thank you all for coming, you've been great; see you soon."

"Adios!" We jumped over the opposite side of the ceiling. Laughing, we ran back home.

We told Carver what had happened once we arrived. "Really? Again?" Carver sighed and called back, "Mother! We need to start packing; it's time to move," he looked back at us, "again."

~The Hanged Man, Present Day~

"You can't be serious," Anders said incredulously. "You mean to tell me that that was how you avoided the Templars all those years?"

"Well, I mean, it was a little different when we were kids," I said thoughtfully, "but other than that, yeah."

"How is it that I'm the one who kept getting caught," he grumbled under his breath.