Dareth Shiral

by CCyan

Mistaken for maleficarum by a group of Templars in the Brecilian Forest, the First of a clan of Dalish tries to escape with her son, Daliath who is secretly a mage. When she is injured, the First urge Daliath to seek out the Grey Wardens in hopes that they will keep him safe and that he will use his magic to help the world be a better place. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE DEVELOPER

1. Prologue

Brecilian Forest, 9:14 Dragon:

"Run, Daliath!"
His mother's voice echoed through the forest as she tripped over a branch. There was a crack, as her leg was broken. The gruff voices of the Templars coming closer.
"Maker's breath, they sure can run!" shouted one of them; "Get the malifecarum!" shouted another. Daliath stopped in his tracks, turned back and rushed towards his fallen mother. Her staff lay beside her, for she had been the Keeper's First.
"No! What are you doing, Daliath?"
"I cannot leave you, mother" he said, he was only seven; he couldn't survive without his mother.
"You have to, sweetie. You have to!"
The Templars were coming closer, he could hear them.
"Listen to me! Go to Denerim, to the Grey Wardens, they'll send you to Weisshaupt or Montsimmard, they'll train you, make you a Grey Warden, and then you'll be safe from them!"
"Mother no, I can't-I…"
His mother interrupted him:
"Dareth shiral ma vhenan" she said, tears running down her cheeks. Just as she finished, two of the Templars stormed out from the shadows. A flash of steel and a scream and it was done, Daliath's mother lay dead on the ground.
"NO!" shouted the young elven mage. He ran and picked up his mother's staff. He drew power from the Fade, as his mother had taught him, and the Templars, taken by surprise were trapped inside a static cage. It was weak magic however, and soon the Templars would be free, so Daliath turned and rushed off.