I've just finished playing Dragon Age: 2 and I feel like not enough emotion was displayed through Hawke's loss with her sister and mother. So, I decided to add some raw emotion to the mix. I hope you like it! :)
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"Bethany!"
Lillian Hawke wasn't even sure it was her own voice or her mothers that she heard. For a moment, time stood still. Everything was in slow motion. She could see her sister running to protect their mother from that devil spawned ogre.
"Look, papa!", squealed a little girl with brown eyes and hair as black as her mothers. "I did it! I did it!"
An older man looked over to his six year old daughter, chuckling at her enthusiasm. "My, you are certainly a fast learner. Maybe we can practice that ice spell you've been dying to learn."
Blue eyes clouded with tears as Lillian watched her sister try to ward off the ogre with an ice spell. It didn't even phase it. With a blood curdling crunch, the ogre grabbed Bethany's small frame and crushed her against the ground. She went down twice but it only took one for Bethany to leave this world and be with the Maker.
"Papa, do you think I can be as strong as sister?"
Lillian couldn't do anything. She wasn't fast enough, strong enough. Her own magic was weak compared to the might of the ogre. It was never enough.
Leandra watched as her two daughters played with their magic outside in the back, safe from the ever watchful eyes of the Templars. She watched with pride and love as they squabbled over who's magic skills where better than the other. 'They are going to do so much in this world.', she thought with a smile.
"Bethany! It's over, the battle's over! Wake up!", Leandra cried, holding her baby girl's lifeless form against her chest.
Lillian rushed to her side, battle staff forgotten. All she could do was stare at her little sister's body. A moment ago, Bethany was alive. Laughing so hard at one of Carver's stupid jokes, crying when the Templars took their father away, singing a joyful tune while helping mother clean that poor excuse of a home. Living.
She could hardly choke out the words that were so empty and held nothing. "She died bravely, mother."
Leandra quickly turned on her oldest, her voice filled with pain, "I don't want a hero, I want my daughter. Why weren't you watching her? Protecting her?"
Lillian could only look down in shame. She knew there was nothing she could of done but her mothers words hit a sensitive spot none the less. She knew she let her down, let everyone down. Even Bethany.
"When I grow up, I want to be a strong mage like you!"
She never got the chance.