A/N: Hi guys I'm back. I'm killing Renegade cause I can't get any inspiration for it. So now I've decided to do an ALL ORIGINS story. Crazy I know but I want to try. Its gonna be epic. I hope. BTW I do not own Dragon Age. My friends at Bioware (even though i know none of them) actually do. Character's and persona's are mine and later on in the story Imma do some AU's so that'll make it a little more personalized.

Dragon Age: Blood of Dumat

Betrayed

Deacon made his way through the castle, following his mother closely. "We must get to the gates. Your father will surely be there," Eleanor Cousland said to her son. His black hair was beating with sweat. "If he's not at the gates he must be in the larder heading for the servants passage."

Deacon simply nodded. The family sword, Valiance, was weighing him down, and the family shield was heavier than he was used to. "Mother we must head straight for the passage otherwise Howe will get to us sooner than we want," he answered. His mother looked at him with the look even the Maker would have shied away from. That silenced any debate about heading to the larder first. "If Fergus were here I wouldn't need to run."

"You'd throw your lives away for the castle? That's not what your father or brother would want us to do. We must see if he's at the gates." His mother insisted. The mabari hound, Maric barked in agreement. Deacon looked at his hound and frowned. He may have been imprinted on Deacon but he would always take his mother's side in an argument.

"Traitor," Deacon barked back at the dog. They continued their way to the gates, carving their way through Howe's army. Deacon felt his blood boil with every foe slain. One man begged for his life, to which Deacon replied, "What about my sister-in-law and nephew? They begged too I bet!" He sliced the man's head from his shoulders.

"Cruelty will not bring them back boy," A man said to Deacon. He turned to see Duncan of the Grey Wardens frowning at him. Deacon spat on the man and continued to go to the gates.

After discovering that Bryce wasn't at the gates, they continued to the servants' passage, hidden away in the larder. Duncan had proved an excellent fighter despite his age. Deacon wanted to join the Wardens so badly; he'd do it right now if Howe's men weren't attacking the castle. Howe was his father's friend why would he attack his father? It made no sense.

After reaching the Servants' quarters, they found Bryce lying in a pool of his own blood. "There you both are," the old Teyrn said barely able to hold himself up. Eleanor and Deacon sat next to the dying man trying to comfort him. "Duncan, take my wife and son away from here. Make sure they are safe. I know you are not bound to me but please! Out of our friendship!" Bryce pleaded. Duncan nodded at the Teyrn but slowly let out a sigh.

"I will take you're son and wife to Ostagar, there your wife can speak with the king. However what is happening here pales in comparison to the Blight. The Darkspawn threat sent me here to find a recruit and it demands that I leave with one," Duncan said to the family.

Realization dawned on Bryce. He had to do it even if he didn't want to. "I understand. Pup, you will join the Grey Wardens…" Bryce choked out. The Teyrn didn't have much more time; Deacon was in shock at what his father had just said.

Duncan nodded and looked at Deacon with an examining look. "I'll go but we must leave now. Mother there is no time to stay here," Deacon said chocking on his words to leave his father behind. His mother looked at him then at his father. Deacon looked at her with sorrow, "No. Please, mother come with us."

"My place is with your father. At his side, till the very end," Eleanor said to him. Bryce looked at his wife and whispered something to her that Deacon did not hear. "Hush Bryce. Its up to our children now. Our legacy lives through them. Go darling, tell your brother we love him. And Deacon…please go see Galen and let him know, we never wanted to abandon him."

Deacon nodded and a loud crash was heard from the gates. "They have broken through the gates, we must go now!" Duncan said. Deacon chased after Duncan through the Servants' passage. The twisting maze had been the place of many adventures for Deacon and his older brother but now everything seemed to be a blur. When they finally exited the Servants' passage, Duncan said they could rest. Deacon fell to the grounded and smashed the dirt. He was angry at everything. His mother for making him leave; Duncan for dragging him out of the castle; Fergus for leaving to Ostagar; Arl Howe for being a bastard traitor. Deacon had tears running down his face and wished he wasn't so weak. "We must do your joining now, there are Darkspawn nearby," Duncan said.

Deacon looked at the old man, he was thinking about something like that when his family was most likely being slaughtered. "Now? Darkspawn do not make me run tail-in like we just did! We could have helped them!" Deacon yelled. Duncan looked at the young lord. He was young, only 20 no where near old enough to deal with what he had just gone through. "This is not how my world was supposed to be. I was supposed to be groomed to lead Highever's men not killing Darkspawn for a king who does not even bother to visit!"

Duncan handed Deacon his goblet, "Deacon, your father was the best man I know. But with the Darkspawn so near, I must have you ready. I promise that after we leave here we will go to Kinlock Hold and conscript your brother. But I need you to be ready to face the Darkspawn." Duncan explained. The young man's look hardened. He knew what he had to do. Duncan dropped a vial of something into the goblet and Deacon held it to his lips before Duncan knew what he was doing. "No wait!" It was too late as the liquid ran down Deacon's throat.

Deacon felt the roaring through his head, it echoed off his skull. He reached for Duncan and held onto the old man before collapsing. He heard the roar turn into a sweeter song. The song beckoned him closer and he walked closer. There he saw the dragon; it was larger than the front gate of Highever and blacker then the darkest of nights. The dragon looked at him and he swore it smiled. "You are a Grey Warden now? Ha! What foolish creatures, the world will soon know my beauty Warden and there is nothing you can do about it!" The dragon roared.

Deacon suddenly opened his eyes to a blinding light. The sun was out and birds were chirping in the distance. He sat up and saw Duncan tending a fire. "You live. Most unexpected, I figured you would be dead after drinking the blood of an Archdemon," he said. Deacon rubbed his eyes and looked at the older man. He was not happy with Deacon that was for sure, but Deacon had no idea as to why. "You're lucky lad. But as it stands you are a Warden. Congratulations and welcome," Duncan said handing Deacon a pendant of blood. "That is the rest of what was in the goblet. Wear it at all times to symbolize your allegiance to other Wardens." Deacon nodded as he placed the vial over his head and around his neck. He was a Grey Warden now, for better or worse.

A/N: I know its a little bit vague on the details but I needed to just get past all the stuff we know from the Cousland origin. Next chapter is a 3 wardener in the tower. Plz Review!