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here is my new story about Leto and his journey to becoming to the broody warrior we all so love in dragon age today.
I would like to thank my friend elaine and wsowen02 for their efforts in editing and brainstorming to make it fit much better.
Bioware own's dragon age. I own nothing.
~Lori.
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"Leto" the girl's voice drifted to his ears from a distance, awakening him from the daydreams of monsters and heroes formed in the cloudy sky above. "Leto! where has he gone now?" Her voice grew closer as Varenia walked under the barn loft. He wiggled his young elven body to the edge of the hay loft so that he could see her standing beneath him. Her body was rigid with anger and frustration.
A mischievous smirk crossed his lips as he stood and leapt off the loft to land behind her. As soon as the jar of the land touched his is bent legs he pushed off into a roll landing again in a crouch. Even though the land was almost perfect, the shock of pain still rolled through his body. All of it was worth it to hear his sister's startled scream as she turned around in shock to face her kneeling brother.
Varenia's scream turned to a snarl of fury as she stepped over and pushed her brother over onto his back. "You little brat!" she hissed through her teeth as Leto's chiming laugh echoed through the rolling fields on the old farm.
"I hope you hurt yourself with that little stunt," Varenia huffed while Leto tried to catch his breath from laughing,"Mother wants you," and with that she stormed off back to the farm house.
Leto let the satisfaction roll though as he slowly stopped laughing. It was a perfect surprise attack and he was rather proud of himself for it. When a shadow fell across him, leaning his head back he saw the large form of his master standing over him.
"What do you think you're doing?" said a deep voice.
Leto quickly rolled over to a kneeling position and bowed his head low to his master. The man rarely spoke to the children except to give an order. Usually, he spoke only to their mother, letting her run his estate while the children ran free on the land, never complaining of the noise they made.
Now faced with the man, Leto was unsure of what to do. How do you respond to a masters direct question? Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Leto kept his head down and waited for the man to speak.
"You know, a sister can be a young boy's worst enemy or his greatest ally." the master words came out with a hint of amusement. Leto glanced up at his master's face, searching for the true meaning of his words. A smile was spread on his face as he lowered himself to the ground next to the boy looking towards the farm house. "She will get her revenge if you don't make it up to her."
There was brief silence before Leto's curiosity overcame him. "What can she do to me?" he asked, dropping to a sitting position next to man, making sure to keep his head down, as was proper.
"Oh, I don't know. She does a lot of the household chores, does she not? I see her running around the house helping your mother all the time. I can only imagine all the nasty little things she could do to you or your things," the master mused.
"I didn't think of that…" Leto brow furrowed at the thought of retaliation
"Where did you learn to move like that?" the master asked as he removed a piece of fruit from his pack and began to polish it with his shirt.
"It just felt right at the time," Leto mumbled.
"Just felt right... hmmm" the large man said, standing up. Then he reached down and grabbed the young boy by the scruff his shirt, lifting him to his feet. "How old are you anyways boy?"
"I am 8," Leto said, and, after a moments pause "master."
"8 years old" the master echoed as he strolled toward the farmhouse, pausing only to motion the boy to follow. "And still playing with sticks. What is it that I see you slaying out there, boy?"
"Darkspawn," Leto said sheepishly.
"Really? I thought there might be a dragon or two with some of those massive swings." the mastersurmised, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, yes! It was the archdemon and I was slaying him. Just like in the stories." Leto's eyes lit up with excitement at the imaginary memory.
"You want to be a grey warden, then boy?"
Leto lowered his voice, "no, master. I wish to serve."
His master chuckled softly."You know you can learn to fight and still serve. Many elven slaves of great masters learn how to fight to protect their masters."
"Really?!" Leto's voice shot up in a yelped.
"Yes, really, and I would say to any elven slave of mine who can leap like that, if he wants to learn certain skills that he might be able to learn them. as long as he doesn't use them on his poor sisters and does all of his chores" the master trailed off stopping to look at the boy before they walked through the kitchen door.
Leto's face beamed in excitement as he craned his head as high as it would go to look at his master's face searching in disbelief to what he was hearing. "Truly"
His master returned his smile. His master ruffled his dark hair and handed Leto the polished fruit. "Here Leto. Give this to Varenia and apologize. I will have your new chores list and training ready for tomorrow."
Leto accepted the fruit, smiling to himself as he wandered off into the warm kitchen, his mind drifting into the hopeful future ahead of him.
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What did you think of my first chapter. i do plan on getting to at least the point of fenris life.
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