This story is inspired by the song Iridescent by Linkin Park, it involves a new OC (from an AU) and Fenris as they join Hawke in his journey. Please review and let me know what you think. I will still be working on my story Mage Heart But the song got so into my head I had to start this one too!

(ps. The 'Tevinter' is latin as it has been said that the language in the game was based off of latin and the ancient roman empire)

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All she could remember was the fog, she had been walking to school and it had come out of nowhere blanketing everything. She couldn't see and everything was muffled. She had called out, the eerie silence sending a chill up her spine. She heard voices but they sounded so far away. As she moved toward them it sounded like chanting, and it was definitely a different language.

"Hello?"

The voices abruptly stopped, the fog did not clear but she could feel herself being dragged, pulled along by many hands. She tried to fight it but her body was bound, she could not scream as the voices began chanting again.

"Sanguis et caligo veneficus lapis petenda sacrificium, corpus ut ardeat nust ..."

Finally the mist cleared and she was surrounded by a group of robed people, too frightened even to scream she was paralyzed.

"Donec perventum,"

The voice belonged to an older man with salt and pepper hair, his grey eyes seemed to stare into her soul.

"What do you want from me?"

She had finally gotten her voice back but it was a squeak in the face of this intimidating man.

He did not speak to her but called out in his strange language, suddenly she was being dragged away again.

"Please, what is going on? Where am I? Please someone help me!"

Her frightened screams echoed throughout the tower and fell on deaf ears.

It was all a dream, it had to be a dream…

But as she cried herself into an exhausted sleep on the cold floor of a dungeon, it felt all too real.

OOOOOOOO

"Suscita puella."

The voice woke her from a fog filled dream. She sat up, her body aching from the hardness and cold of the floor. So it wasn't a dream, she was really here in this strange place. A young man was looking down at her curiously, she was startled by his foreign appearance. His hair was snow white right from the roots, she did not think it could be natural and he had strange blue tattoos etched all over his body. But it was the ears that had her gaping, long and pointed, like an elf…

"This is a joke right? I'm being punked…"

He frowned, it was obvious he did not understand what she was saying. He spoke, pointing to himself as he did so.

"Ego Fenris."

Fenris? That must be his name. She copied his action, pointing to herself as she said her name.

"Sam."

He repeated it smiling, she kind of liked the way it sounded when he said it. She could not understand a word he was saying but he managed to convey himself clearly with actions.

Here is food eat, some clothes too.

She looked at the bowl of what looked like stew ominously; the look on her face caused him to chuckle. Tentatively she took a bite and found it surprisingly good. She ate ravenously, not remembering the last time she had eaten or even how long she had been here.

"Fenris!"

A woman's voice sneered out the words and her new friend seemed to cower at it, Sam looked up as the owner of it entered the room. She was not much to look at, short brown hair and bright blue eyes, the look on her face as though she smelt something bad. She spoke to the elf, growling at him and kicking him as he left the room.

Elf, Sam still could not get over that fact.

The woman looked down at her as though she was something disgusting, she spoke but the girl still could not understand anything. The woman grew frustrated, slapping her across the face and barking at her.

"What the hell! I don't know what you're saying!"

Sam was not brave but being hit because she couldn't understand just pissed her off. Comprehension dawned on the woman's face and she smiled, if you could call the unpleasant leering smiling. She pointed at the clothes that Fenris had bought her and then pointed at Sam, she did not turn away which forced Sam to undress in front of her.

She realised she was still in her school uniform, she had been on her way to school when she had been bought here. She still didn't understand how. Understand, that word was steadily moving up in her vocabulary. She dressed in the long white robe, it was way too big for her, the shoulders nearly falling off and exposing the budding breasts of a pubescent girl. The woman did not seem to care and instead barked at her once again, pointing to the door. Grudgingly she walked in front of her, she only went willingly because she knew she would be dragged otherwise.

She was unceremoniously pushed into yet another stone room, this one resembling the one she had first walked into. The man with the scary eyes greeted her, he smiled but it did not quite reach those soulless orbs. He grabbed her hand and turned it so that the palm was facing upwards, a dagger was produced and her eyes widened. She tried to pull away but his grip was strong.

"Please," she pleaded, "Please just let me go home!"

He ignored her, instead turning his gaze to the roof and chanting once more.

"Invoco veterem deorum! Sanguine hoc argumentum meae devotionis!"

He cut into her palm and she screamed in agony, his grip was like a vice. The woman came up behind her, holding her in place so that she could not move. He was cutting a pattern into her palm, blood cascaded down her arm and onto the robes. Finally he stopped just shy of her wrist and she was able to take a heaving sob…

Until a pain she never thought could exist burned its way into her palm, she cried and screamed until she was hoarse as a blue liquid was poured onto the cuts. The man then held her hand up to his face and licked it, she had never felt such revulsion. He finally freed her, letting her drop to the floor like a stone. She held her palm to her chest and felt the blood soaking into the white robe turning it crimson. No one attempted to bandage her, it seemed they were all patting each other on the back as she lay bleeding to death on the floor.

She was picked up and moved, but she could not see who held her, she felt sick and was amazed she had not fainted or thrown up already. As she was placed gently onto a soft bed she looked up, Fenris watched over her, concern and sympathy etched onto his features. His expression only made her cry harder and she could feel the tears mixing with blood and mucous on her face.

"I w-want my mum!"

She could barely get the words out through her heaving sobs.

He sat and patted her head gently before taking her hand and tenderly bandaging it. It still hurt so much, as though she had placed her palm onto the service of a hotplate and let her skin melt away. She was shocked to see her hand already healing, an iridescent blue glow just below the surface of healed pink skin. She looked at her hand and realised that she had been given a tattoo much like the ones covering the elf.

How had he survived such torture? She had thought she was going to die and it was only her palm, he seemed to have them all over his body from what she could see. Once again exhaustion overwhelmed her and she let out one more heaving sob before the oblivion of sleep overtook her.

"Floris parum sollicitus sum, et contristatus…"

OOOOOOOO

Sam woke once again to find herself staring up at a stone ceiling.

Her heart fell.

At least this time she was warm and comfortable. She sat up and looked around her, Fenris sat on the floor next to the bed his head leaning against the side of the bed. She touched his arm and his eyes opened, pools of evergreen looked back at her and she sat back with a start. He groaned and stretched, standing with difficulty after sleeping all night on the floor. He took her hand and removed the bandage, she gasped when she saw that it was fully healed, the white blue glow faint under the surface.

"You will be fine," he smiled and she gasped.

"I understood you!"

She felt so happy that she wanted to cry again, she had to take a deep breath to stop herself; her face was already puffy and probably red. She let go of him and he spoke again,

"Aliquam?"

"What the?"

Tentatively she touched him again.

"Say something," she asked unsure.

"Something."

Well it was something, apparently she could only understand him when she touched him. They both seemed to work this out at the same time.

"I have so many questions for you Fenris," she squeezed his arm as she spoke, "Where the hell am I, how the hell did I get here and how the hell do I get back?"

He sighed.

"As to your first question you are in the Tevinter Imperium, Minrathous to be exact. As for the others…"

He stood and not wanting to break the connection she stood too placing her tattooed palm on his lower arm.

"Blood magic brought you here, I do not know how you would return to your home."

She looked at him incredulously.

"Magic, really."

Her tone implied that she did not believe him.

"After all you have seen, after what has happened to you, do you really doubt magic?"

He had a point.

"But why? Why am I here? And who is that creepy old guy?"

He looked at her thoughtfully as though carefully mulling over what he was about to say.

"My master Danarius, 'the creepy old man' is trying to become a god. I think he did something to the Fade to bring you here, manipulated it somehow."

It was all too much, she had too many questions and they all bubbled out of her at once. He spent the next few hours filling her in, mages, magic, demons…

"This has to be a dream, or I've gone crazy, or-"

"Sam," he cut into her rambling, "It is not a dream, you'd best get that figured out quickly or you will not survive the week."

"Oh Fenris…"

The woman from yesterday's voice echoed toward them and Sam saw for the first time that they were in a locked room.

"I have a present for you Fenris…"

So she could understand that woman too whilst holding onto her friend. Fenris shrank back from the door, growling like a kicked puppy.

"Who is she Fenris?"

"Hadriana!" He hissed it like a curse, "She is Danarius' apprentice and revels in making my life a living hell!"

The door burst open and Hadriana stood, an evil smile on her face. Sam shrank away and hid behind the elf, only know seeing how short she was compared to him when she did not even reach his shoulder.

Sam's hand burned as she was pushed out of the way, falling heavily onto the bed. A leather collar was clasped around Fenris' neck and he was led chained out of the room. She watched helplessly, not being able to do anything as the door was slammed back into her face.

OOOOOOOO

All she could do was sit, for hours on end. She was so bored she thought she would go out of her mind. What little light there was filtering through the tiny window (which by the way was too high for her to see out of) was fading fast and she was afraid they had forgotten about her.

When he returned he looked the worse for wear, he had been beaten so badly his eye was fused shut and blood still dripped from his face and neck. He collapsed onto the floor and she rushed to his side, his groans pulling at her heart. A slight sheen of sweat covered his body as she touched him.

"What did they do to you?"

He didn't reply as he looked at her with his one good eye. She wished so much that she could help him and as she thought it the tattoo under her skin began to glow. A blue light travelled from her palm along his own tattoos and up to his face, his cuts and bruises healed before her eyes and without thinking she pulled her hand away breaking the link and becoming dizzy. He shook his head and sat up just as shocked as she was.

He grabbed her hand and smiled slightly at the implications of what had just happened.

"Hadriana is not going to be happy."

That was an understatement.

When the mage came to torment Fenris again and found him fully healed she was beyond furious, Sam thought she was going to spontaneously combust her face went so red as she screamed. The girl was man handled and moved to another room, protesting all the way. Alone again she couldn't help but cry. He was only down the hall from her but without the link of touch she couldn't understand what he was saying to her. Frustrated and depleted she did not reply.

Days passed, she stopped counting after three weeks. Each day Fenris was marched past her cell allowing only the briefest touch before he was brought before either Hadriana or Danarius. No words were spoken but they had formed a bond, a mutual hatred of mages and slavers.

Eventually someone came for her, she only wondered why it had taken them so long. Apparently they had been waiting for some fortuitous day. Once again the blood ritual was performed, this time on her right hand. Only this time when she was returned to her cell there was no Fenris there to bandage her hand. The pain seemed to resonate through her soul, echoing through both her hands. She was beginning to forget who she was, snippets of her previous life catching her by surprise and she paced her cell endlessly.

OOOOOOOO

Voices woke her, shouts and crying, something was happening. Her door crashed open and she was rushed out of the prison and into a cage.

"Fenris?"

She tried calling out to the elf but was slapped for her efforts. The cage was on a wagon, other slaves were huddled with her, frightened by the commotion. The wagon proceeded at breakneck speed and for the first time she was able to glimpse the outside world as it passed her by. She was just happy to be in fresh air. She looked around for her friend but he was nowhere to be found and she began to panic as the cage was loaded onto a ship. It was not long before they were sailing steadily away from the harbour and into the unknown.

It was weeks before the ship docked. It seemed someone remembered them every now and then and threw scraps down into the hold for them to fight over. Sam realised that her markings scared the other slaves so that if she ever approached them they did not fight her for the food. She felt disgusting, she had not had a wash since the morning she had left her home. She still wore the oversized robe that had been given to her, it was stained with blood and grime and was no longer white.

Finally they were taken ashore, she was able to glimpse the beach briefly before they headed into an unknown city. The giant chains connected to two ominous statues both scared and awed her. They were taken to a house and moved underground, once again being placed into cells. Despair overwhelmed her. She had not seen or heard Fenris in so long, she didn't even know the length of time. It had definitely stopped some time before thy had been brought here. She sat and resigned herself to her fate, wherever her friend was, she hoped he was doing better than her.