Prologue
Arion Hawke blinked; once, twice; slowly returning to a state of normality. It was over, for now, at least. Meredith was dead, he hadn't wanted to kill her but she attacked first. The bloodlust he had felt in the fight, he had watched as Fenris, Isabela and Carver were beaten down by those…Statues! Hawke had entered a state after that, he couldn't say what it was, but when fighting Meredith he swore he could feel every little movement in he earth, every change in the wind. Perhaps a higher state of consciousness, maybe his sleeping mind had awoken to aid him. From her position on the floor Isabela groaned, Hawke ran.
"Isabela!" he shouted happily as she rolled onto her back, she had blood on her face. Hot tears formed in Hawke's eyes, a first, for anyone who knew him well enough.
"My love" Isabela said quietly; also a first. She lifted her right arm and linked it in Hawke's left. Her other arm she kept tucked away.
"Broken?" Hawke asked, she nodded and moved so Hawke could get a better look.
"It's a clean brake" He smiled.
"Oh good, despite everything that's happened I'm glad my arm broke cleanly" She teased, it wasn't her best, but she was in pain. Hawked reached deep down inside and found the energy to heal her arm at least. The wound Hawke himself had sustained would have to wait.
"Thank you, Serrah" she said as she stood and retrieved her daggers.
"Let's tend to the other two" Hawke smiled.
They were done in minutes; Fenris had been stabbed through his leg, it was deep but not serious and Carver had cracked a few ribs.
"Certainly beats a month of Warden cooking" His brother joked, Hawke hugged him; it had been too long since he'd seen his brother.
"When did you develop emotions?" Carver asked.
There time was cut short by a call from Varric.
"Hawke!" the hairy Dwarf barked. "Company".
Hawke looked up and saw them; Templar's, at least a hundred.
In half a minute the courtyard was filled with them. Cullen stepped forward; evidently the new Knight-Commander. And drew his sword.
Hawke was taken aback, mostly because he had aided the Templar's in their fight against the circle mages.
Ironic he thought what would Father my think, an Apostate aiding the Templar's.
In Hawke's mind, Malcolm Hawke was the greatest man that had ever lived; Brave as a King and smart as con man. Hawke readied his magic but nothing came, he was out of energy, even thinking about using magic made him nauseous. Then, the Templar knelt down in front of Hawke; then another, then another and pretty soon the whole hundred were on their knees.
Isabela took his hand in hers and Hawke smiled.