So me and my brother are totally obsessed with Dragon Age 2. Granted, we only borrowed the game from a cousin and have to give it back soon but while we have it, by the Maker, I am going to get as much detail as I could in here from the game!

Anyways, we're going to use the orignal Hawke's with a few twists to them. As in, they're going to be the defualt Hawke's but with their own personalities. Also, we decided against putting Varric and Cassandra's conversation in here because it'd be too much of a hassle, truth be told.

Disclaimer: We don't own Dragon Age 2, technically, we don't even own Hawke.

Rated for: Anything really, you never knwo what we're gonna put in here.

Alright, so...I should really explain some things but I'll wait until we get to them to explain them. SUSPENSE! XP

-Prologue-

There was chanting, a small elvhen girl was sitting cross legged, lips moving furiously as the words spilled from her lips. Sweat was beginning to run down her face as her mana drained slowly from the spell-ritual- she was doing.

And then there was suddenly a bright light and she was thrown a few feet away, a cry resounding around her before she blacked out from the force.

'-. .- '

"Ah!" Cassiel gave a start a hearing a female scream and then a male curse cut through the air, rushing ahead of her siblings, she ran toward the voices, hearing them both start talking in a strange language before coming upon a human and elf fighting back to back. Which would have been very comical, if darkspawn hadn't been surrounding them.

Taking out her daggers just as Vincent and Carver got there, she rushed forward, knocking quite a few darkspawn off balance and doing a spin the same time as the elf girl, daggers slicing through them before they fell dead.

"Fraggin bloody thunderhumping darkspawn!" she heard her spit before more darkspawn were upon them before there was a sudden fireball that was hurled, killing the rest of the horde. "Oh thank- you know what? Fuck you, Kitten. If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have seen us!" the elf spat, glaring at the human male with a furious scowl on her beautiful face before she sighed in defeat and sheathed her dagger and…long sword.

"Yes, because just sneaking past them only to have them notice us was such an appealing option," he replied back dryly. "It could have worked! Now we'll never know! All because of you," she sulked. Coughing lightly, Vincent stepped forward. "Excuse us, but who are you?" he asked, eyeing up the rather strange couple.

"Ah! Yes, our saviors!" the elf beamed at them, "You may call me Mulisha, this is my b- this is Kit," she jerked her thumb toward the giant behind her.

He glanced back at his siblings, seeing the scowl on Carver's face, the cautiousness in Bethany's, curiosity in Cassiel and the tired wariness in his mother's. "My name's Vincent. This is my family. Carver, Bethany, Cassiel and our mother, Leandra." their eyes followed his hand as he gestured to them. He couldn't quite tell what their expressions were before they both faced them again, the elf with a small smile on her face as they drew to their full height.

Vincent eyed the tall man in front of him, realizing he was taller by four inches, standing at 6'8 next to his 6'4. Eyes going to the small elf the same time as Carver's, they saw just how small she was, standing at 5'1, practically looking like a child next to them.

"Where are we?" she asked, startling him. Clearing his throat, "We're a few miles outside Lothering," he answered, eyeing her strangely. "Oh, okay. I was worried we were going toward Lothering rather then running away," she snorted, making Kit shake his head. "She has an awful sense of direction," he answered at their confused looks. "Oh, question: May we come with you? It would probably better to travel in a group rather then part ways, no?"

Mulisha blinked at them.

"More people to put in front of the darkspawn, why not?" Carver said, a smirking curving his lips. "Carver!" Leandra light smacked his arm, a scowl on her face. "We can't just leave them, Vincent. Look at them!" she gestured to them, making them look amused. "Yes, we can't leave them for the darkspawn!" Bethany insisted. "Why not? It'll help our chance of survival," Cassiel shrugged, a smile on her lips.

"Alright, you can come." Vincent said after a while of thinking. "Where are we going then?" Mulisha asked curiously, "For now, away from the darkspawn." Cassiel said.

/:.:.\

"What are you doing?" Kit asked Mulisha curiously. "Surviving, what else?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, so how is this surviving?"

"Easiy, the higher the group number, especially people as skilled as these people, the higher the rate of survival. And I know the next question you're gonna ask. Yes, we may be able to survive on our own for a while but this aren't the darkspawn we're used to, okay?"

"I'll trust them, for now. But when we see the Templar, I'm keeping an eye on him." he said. "Well, how noble of you, brother dearest." Mulisha looked amused before they suddenly stopped. "Wait! Where are we going?" Bethany asked. "Away from the darkspawn, where else?" Carver said dryly. "I mean after this, when we get away from the darkspawn! Where are we going to live?" there was desperation in her eyes as she gazed at Vincent.

Vincent wrapped an arm around Bethany. "I don't care as long as we don't separate. We can think on it once we're somewhere safer, alright?" he smiled down at her. "What a brilliant plan, let's walk around aimlessly once we're free of the darkspawn!" Cassiel growled. "Hey, hey. No need for fights here, remember there are darkspawn around!" Mulisha said, stepping in between the siblings.

"We can go to Kirkwall." Leandra suddenly said. "We can make it…the unkillable object with the dancing, prancing elf." Kit grinned. "That'd be you, by the way." he added, looking at Mulisha. "I do not prance!"

"But you do dance…"

"…alright, so you got me there."

"Kirkwall, are you sure that's wise?" Vincent frowned, ignoring the two for the moment. "Yes. There are a lot of templars in Kirkwall, Mother."

"I know, sweety, but we still have family there- and an estate." she said, gripping Bethany's arm, only to see her sigh. "Then we need to make it to Gwaren and take ship." she said reluctantly. "If we survive that long, even with two other additions, I'll just be happy to get out of here." Carver scoffed, turning on his heel and walking away.

Mulisha jogging after him. "Who brought the big baby along?" Kit asked dryly before following after the two, making the other run after them.

Once they caught up, they only had to take out their weapons once they saw Carver, Kit and Mulisha fighting along side a red-haired woman.

"How the hell can he be a Templar!" Mulisha gestured to the rather nervous man in templar armor. "I have no idea," Kit chuckled. Then she saw a darkspawn lurking up behind him, getting their to late as the darkspawn sance its daggers in the templar's back through the breaks in his armor. Causing him to cry out before pushing it away from him and striking out, another darkspawn behind him before the red haired woman came charging. "You will not have him!" she cried out as she fell to the ground with it, punching it in the face before severing its head form the body.

The battle ending quickly with the added numbers, the red head rushed to the templar's side as he almost fell to the ground. "Stop squirming, Wesley. You'll only make it worse." Mulisha heard her scold. Wesley sudden scowled, looking behind them at Vincent and Bethany. "Apostates, keep your distance!"

"Wow, darkspawns, templars. An Orge in a speedo?" Kit chuckled, earning himself strange looks. "Did it suddenly get colder out here, or is it just the templar?" Mulisha said as she stepped in front of Wesley, blocking his way to Vincent and Bethany.

"Dude, you don't make a good barricade…"

"Not really helping me, you know," she sighed. "What's a…dude?" Cassiel asks curiously. "A male?" Kit gave her an amused look. "Are you trying to say I'm not a chick, man?" Mulisha frowned at him over her shoulder. "Well, I have to admit you are pretty cute. What with your ears…"

"I don't know what to say to that…"

"What? There's just something about elf ears…"

"Moving on…"

Wesley and Aveline were giving them weird looks while Carver and Cassiel stepped in beside Mulisha. "Well the Maker has a sense of humour, alright." Cassiel laughed lightly. "Darkspawn and now a templar, what a glorious day!" Mulisha added.

"I thought you all abandoned Lothering." Vincent frowned, placing his hands on Carver and Cassiel's shoulder.

Wesley scoffed, "The 'spawn are clear in their intent. Mages on the other hand, are always unknown. The Order dictates…the order distates…" Wesley gasped in pain, making Aveline grab his arm to steady him. "Wesley…"

He only jerked his arm out of her grasp. "Those people are apostates, the Order dictates…" he started to walk toward them, only to be stopped as Carver, Mulisha and Cassiel moved to get in his way. "Dear, they saved us. The Maker understands." Aveline soothed.

"…of course."

"I am Aveline Vallan. This is my husband Ser Wesley. We can hate each other when we're safe form the horde."

"I'll be able to hate Wesley but you…I dunno." He gave her a grin, making Wesley seeth and earning himself a smack from Mulisha. "What?" he asked, frowning down at her. "She's a married woman!"

"I know…I'm just saying…Wesley's being a dick…"

"No flirting with married women! I mean it!"

"Who said I was flirting?"

"By the way you said it!"

"How did I say it?"

"Know what? The Void take you!"

"I may drag you along with me…knife-ears." he grinned. "You're impossible."

"You know, forget this conversation. Why do humans insult elves by calling them knife ears? It's just weird."

"Have you seen the shape of our ears?"

"Yes, so what? I mean, knife ears isn't even creative."

"Hush!" Vincent sent them a glare as they drifted to the back of the group. "How bad is his wound?" he asked as Mulisha and Kit stepped out of ear shot but were still visible. "I think my sword arms lost, even with healing." Wesley frowned, "Then you shall have mine, as always." Aveline said, giving him a small smile.

"But for now," Aveline turned to look at Vincent, "We move with you. North is cut off and we barely escaped the main body of the horde." Carver scowled at her words, "Then we're trapped! The Wilds are to the South and that's no way out!" he said as Mulisha and Kit came back to the group.

"But what choice do we have? Go back to an already destroyed Lothering?" Mulisha frowned up at Carver, making his scowl darker. "I dunno, I think Little Hawke's scared," Kit snickered, Carver making a go at him but being pulled back by Mulisha and Cassiel. "This is no time for fights! We need to get out of here, even if it means the Wilds!" Cassiel said.

"Yes, Carver. We have no choice. We have to go South." Vincent said, Carver reluctantly following as everyone started heading toward the Wilds.

After going through other small groups of darkspawn, they all stopped to try and catch their breaths in a clearing, only to end up having to pick up their weapons again as they saw darkspawn running toward them.

Slashing and swinging, the people with swords, daggers and shields rushed on ahead as Vincent and Bethany stayed close to Wesley and Leandra. Guarding them as best they could with only magic.

Mulisha's eyes sweeped across the battle, noting everyone was doing fine until she saw the two mages trying to ward off unwanted darkspawn. Vanishing in smoke, Mulisha reappeared in between Vincent and Bethany, startling them before they carried on casting spells and healing as she took care of the first row of darkspawn.

Feeling the ground shake beneath their feet. Mulisha, Vincent and Bethany look up as they heard thundering footsteps, seeing an Orge come charging straight for them, making them gasp.

Mulisha quickly grabbed Leandra as Vincent grabbed Bethany and Wesley and hurled themselves away from the Orge's path. The rest of the gang rushing toward them as the Orge turned to Mulisha and Leandra. With a roar, the Orge raised its hand, Mulisha pushing Leandra away just in time before she was hit by the Orge, sending her flying into a boulder and knocking her unconscious.

Hearing a vicious war cry, Kit ran faster at seeing Mulisha slump. Slashing and swinging, Kit kept on fighting despite the size of the Orge. Finally, after what seemed like hours later, Kit was able to jump up and bury his broadsword into the Orge's chest, making it fall to the ground. Yanking it out and smiling at the sound of it's pain, Kit plunged it into the Orge's head, killing it.

Kit pulled the sword out, rushing to Mulisha's side by Bethany, who was already healing her. "She'll be alright, she just got a nasty cut on the side to her head. I wish I was a stronger healer but I only know the basics so it'll scar." Bethany grimaced as the flesh knotted back together but leaving a scar, beginning at her eyebrow and stopping at the bottom of her eye, looking moon shaped.

"Just as long as my elf's alive." Kit sighed.

"Are you two…together?" Bethany asked, a curious glint in her eyes. "Why would you think that?" he asked before it dawned on him, "Oh no. We're not. We've just been friends for so long." he answered. "Okay…"

"Oh no!" Leandra cried out. "Is she alright? Is she…is she gone?" she asked, falling to her knee's beside Bethany. "No, Mother. She'll be fine," Bethany said. "Oh, thank goodness." Leandra breathed out. "I wouldn't want the person who saved my life to die." she sniffed.

"Is Mulisha alright?" Vincent and Cassiel asked as they stopped a few feet away from them. "Yes, she'll be fine. She'll have a scar, but she'll live." Bethany laughed. "Yes, wouldn't want Mothers savior to die, now would we?"

"Shut up, Carver! She could have been seriously hurt!" Cassiel snapped.

"Well-"

"Look, more darkspawn are coming!" Wesley cried out, pointing behind them. Vincent, Bethany and Cassiel staying where Wesley, Leandra and Mulisha was as Leandra placed Mulisha's head on her lap.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from above them and they all looked up as the last of the darkspawn died only to see a purple High Dragon. They watched in amazement as the High Dragon made quick work of the darkspawn coming and jumped back as the High Dragon landed, morphing into a old woman dressed in purple and black armour.

"It used to be that we rarely had visitors to the Wilds and now it seems they arrive in hordes!" she said. "Impressive, where'd you learn how to turn into a dragon?" Cassiel asked, making the strange woman chuckle. "Perhaps I am a dragon,"

"If so, count yourself lucky. The smell of burning darkspawn does nothing for the appetite." she added. "If you wish to flee the darkspawn, you should know you are heading in the wrong direction." she said before turning and beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" Bethany cried out, "You can't just leave us here!"

"Can I not?" she mused, turning back to them. "I spoted a most curious sight: a mighty Orge, vanquished! Who could perform such a feat?" she eyed Kit. "But now my curiosity is sated and you are safe…for now. Is that not enough?" she asked. "But we won't be able to get through the darkspawn on our own!" Vincent said as he walked up to them.

"They are everywhere, or soon will be. Where is it you plan to run to, hmm?" she asked as she inspected her gauntlet. "We need to get to Kirkwall, in the Free Marches!" Bethany answered.

"Kirkwall? My, but that is quite the voyage you plan." she chuckled. "Your king will not miss you, hmm?" she raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm pretty sure he'll miss his life more," Cassiel said, making the old woman laugh. "Oh! You, I like." she chuckled. "Hurtled into chaos, you fight…and the world will shake around you."

"Is it fate or chance? I can never tell," she mumbled. "It appears fortune smiles upon us both today. I may be able to help you." she said as she turned back to face them. "There must be a catch," Vincent said. "There is always a catch! Life is a catch! I suggest you catch it while you can!" she cackled. "Maybe…we should trust her. We don't even know who she is." Bethany said, grabbing hold of Vincent's arm.

"I know what she is. The Witch of the Wilds." Aveline said. "Some call me that," she shrugged, "Also Flemeth, Asha'bellanar. An 'old hag who talks to much!'." Flemeth chuckled. "Really? Can we trust you?" Vincent asked, eyes narrowing.

"Does it matter? I offer you this: I can get your group past the horde. In exchange for a simple delivery to a place not far out of your reach. Would you do this for a Witch of the Wilds?" She asked.

"Should we trust her?" Vincent asked, turning his head to look at them over his shoulder. "I trust her already. Need anymore proof?" Kit shrugged. "Other then the fact that you're insane?" they heard Mulisha weakly laugh. "But yes, we should trust her. She's the only one to get us to safety." she added as she sat up slowly.

Aveline frowned as Wesley grimaced. "Wesley is injured. We'll never make it past the darkspawn."

"If you need to…leave me behind." Wesley whispered. "No! I said I'd drag you out if I had to and I meant it!" Aveline said as she cupped the side of his face.

Vincent frowned as Bethany and Cassiel looked at him pleadingly and looked at Mulisha, who still looked pretty banged up. "We don't have much choice," he sighed. "We never do." Flemeth said. "There is a clan of Dalish elves near the city of Kirkwall. Deliver this amulet to their Keeper Marethari."

"Do as she asks with it and any debts between us is paid in full." she handed Vincent the amulet before turning on her heel and walking a few paces away. "Before I take you anywhere, however. There is a matter…"

"No! Leave him alone!" Aveline growled as she jumped up when she saw Flemeth looking at him. "What has been done to your man is in his blood already."

"You lie!"

"She's right, Aveline…I can feel the corruption inside me," Wesley groaned. "What are you talking about?" Cassiel asked curiously. "From the darkspawn, all that blood…I knew when it happened."

"Then how much time before you…?"

"Not long now, if I am any judge."

"There must be something we can do!" Vincent frowned, turning his gaze to Flemeth. "The only cure I know is to become a Grey Warden." she answered. "And they all died at Ostagar." Cassiel sighed. "Not all, but the last are now far out of your reach."

"Aveline…listen to me," Wesley said as he gripped her hand weakly. "You can't ask me this, I won't!" Aveline said weakly, tears at the corner of her eyes. "Please…" Wesley pleaded, "The corruption is a slow death. I can't…" he coughed up blood, it trailing down his chin as Aveline wiped it away tearfully. "He's you're husband, Aveline. We can't do anything." Mulisha whispered as she got up to put a hand on her shoulder. "Be strong, my love." Wesley whispered as tears fell form his eyes.

They all looked away as she grabbed the dagger he had in his grasp and plunged it into him.

"Without an end, there can be no place." Flemeth said form behind her as she stood up. "It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun."

/.::.\

"It looks like they're not letting people into the city." Aveline and Mulisha said, gesturing to the guards. "What? That can't be!" Leandra sounded alarmed. "It's true, look at them all." Aveline said.

"They're Fereldens, just like us. Fleeing for their lives." Bethany said, clutching onto Carver's arm. "And they would throw us back to the wolves. Unbelievable." Aveline shook her head. "It's totally believable. When you think about it, wouldn't most people these days sell their own mother just to be safe?" Mulisha shrugged, "No offense, just trying to make a point." she said, arms raised in surrender.

Vincent shook his head at her, smiling. "As long as we're all safe, that's all that matters."

"We need to find Gamlen! Our family has always been highly regarded in Kirkwall. He can do something, I'm sure of it!" Leandra said, looking at the gates with a determined look in her eyes.

"let's just hope he received your letter," Carver said dryly. "The guards seem to be reporting to that man. Perhaps we should go talk to him." Aveline said as she, Mulisha and Kit started walking there.

"Get back to the crowd, you lot!" he scowled. "Trying to bully your way through won't get you into Kirkwall any faster." he added. "But you do intend to let us in?" Aveline posed this as a question. "Ha!" he laughed, "We have enough of poor of our own in the Free Marches, we don't need you refugee's piling up here like a middens heap!"

"I heard someone call this fortress the Gallows, is this a prison?" Cassiel asked. "Used to be, back in the Imperial days. They kept slaves here until the Rebellion." he shrugged. "Now the Templar's run it and use it to lock up their mages. Guess not much has changed."

"Are mages imprisoned here?" Mulisha asked as she pushed her way to stand beside Vincent. "Well no more then anywhere else. It's a Circle of magi now."

"Magic is to serve man, not rule him. And mages are better locked up where they can't hurt anyone!"

"there must be someone I can speak to." Vincent said, grabbing hold of Mulisha's arm. The guardsman sighed. "Yes, yes. Always the same story. You want in, talk to Captain Ewald. I'm just here to keep you refugee's from climbing the walls."

Vincent nodded at him before they all walked into the gates to find Captain Ewald.

-End-

Alright, so I hope that they aren't too Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu. But I can change some things as I go on, Maker only knows, I've changed Virtual Lover so many times no one comments now XP and it's only two chapters!

Er…if there's anything wrong with that, you can always tell us in a review!

P.S: My brother said that the first few lines almost seemed like a porno XP a hot one. Tell me what you think?