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Sunrises; a few moments that accrue at the start of every new day as the light breaks through the overwhelming darkness and shines down on the world bringing warmth and light with it. When the world senses that the troubles of the night have passed and the more docile creatures began to move again to reclaim the time they had lost to the darkness.

Danny Fenton was watching one such moment from the top of the western outpost of the Ferelden Templars. But with his black hair and dark clothes you would be hard to see the small boy in the darkened settings. Only his piercing blow eyes shone in the lingering darkness, like two glassy orbs that caught all the light of the raising sun.

He balanced a peace of plywood in his lap for a desk as he quickly sketched out the scene in front of him with a small graphite stone. He had been coming up there every day right before dawn to continue his drawing for as long as the sunrise lasted and the image was starting to come together. But after the rumors of the coming blight, it seemed hallow and fake. As if the taint lay over it, making the beautiful dark orange and yellow hues nothing but a mass of red blood.

Darkspawn; the creatures of darkness and taint who lived below the land in the Deep Roads were starting the come to the surface by the thousands. And as corny as it sounded, it truly did seem like an arm breed for the purpose of ending the world of man.

Danny sighed and hide his tools away just as he did every day as the sunrise ended. With the blight coming, they would be forced to abandon the smaller outpost and return to the Chantry at Red Cliff. More than likely to be sent somewhere else.

"Danny! Danny!" It was Danny's Father, Jack. Danny shared his father's black hair and blue eyes, but that is were the similarities ended. Where Danny was rather small, even for a fourteen year old boy, standing at around four foot eleven, his father was a giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall with a huge chin to match his wide shoulders and large hands. People who swore that he must have had some Qunari in his blood. Where they would most likely say that Danny has some dwarf in his.

Danny jumped from the top of the building to a tree that grew nearby and quickly worked his way down to the ground below. "Yeah dad?" He said as he reached the ground.

"Oh, there you are!" Jack shouted loudly even though Danny was only a few feet away. He placed his hands on his hips and a huge grin split his face. "Time to start today's training! Hurry, we need to get in a few sessions before breakfast!"

Danny winced at the word 'training'. His father had it drilled into his head that Danny was going to follow in his footsteps and become a Templar. Both Danny's mother and father were Templars, and some of the most enthusiastic Templars there were.

In Danny and his sister's opinion they might have been too enthusiastic about their job. But they were pretty famous in the community of Templars for their skills as Apostate Hunters.

Danny didn't share his parents hunger for hunting down the illegal mages in the name of the Chant of Light. It wasn't that he was against it, he had just never put that much thought into the whole thing. It wasn't what he wanted to do with his life.

His sister, Jasmine or Jazz, was the more vocal one against hunting other human beings for not agreeing to being taken away from their loved ones to live inside of the Circle, the Chantry's prison for mages.

As Danny put on his armor for practice he could hear the same verse from the Chant of Light that his sister always quoted. 'Magic was meant to serve man, and never to enslave him.' But to be born with magic was to be born into slavery in Ferelden. No mage could ever be allowed to walk free.

For mages may have great power, but if they slip up then they will become possessed by demons and be morphed into abominations.

"Come on Danny, you're hardly trying." Jack said as he had his son practice swinging a blade into a straw dummy. Danny was having difficulty lifting the iron sword with one hand as his other was holding a small shield. Danny tried to swing the sword with all his might but all he managed to do was get it caught in the wooden post.

He felt like an idiot as he struggled to get the thing out, even abandoning his shield to do it. In the end his dad grabbed the hilt and pulled it free with one quick tug causing Danny to fall on his but, the loose armor clattering as he fell. "That's alright, I'm sure you will get the hang of it once you get a little older." Jack said proudly. "And then we can hunt mages together, as father and son."

Danny just sighed. No mater what he said he father would never hear him. Danny just wasn't cut out for fighting. "Thats good enough for now. You go wash up, your mother should have dinner ready by now." Jack said, walking off and leaving Danny to get ready for the day.

Danny got up and started for the armory. He couldn't help the fact that he didn't exactly have the great of upper body strength. He was so small that his mother's old trainee uniform was loose on him. The average sized sword took two hands for him to lift up high enough to put on the shelf.

"I can't be a Templar... and I don't want to." Danny mumbled to himself. But then he muttered a few lines of blessing against demons that had been drilled into him. He knew most of it by heart after the years his parents had spent on it with him. "Why is this my only path?"

But as he stood there trying to get over his funk he was tackled to the ground by a large animal. The stink of heavy dog breath filled his nostrils and he laughed as he tried to push away the drooling face of the outpost's very own Mabari Hound, Cujo. "Alright Cujo, I'm cheered up, I'm cheered up already." Danny said as he was bathed in saliva.

The big dog was in no hurry to get off of Danny and since the dog was nearly twice his weight, Danny couldn't do anything about it. "You can get off of him now, Cujo." Danny looked up passed the mammoth dog to see his older sister Jazz standing with an eyebrow raised. "Make you wonder why we even bother with armored soldiers doesn't he?" She teased as she helped Danny up.

"Well he's already smarting than most of the soldiers we've got." Danny said, rubbing the dog's ears until its leg began to pound against the floor in satiation.

"Well you no what they say about Mabari, 'clever enough to speak, and wise enough to know not to'." Jazz said, to which Cujo gave an approving bark. Jazz didn't look much like her little brother, she was a bit taller with straight red hair that grew to just below her shoulders. But they shared the same ice blue eyes that were the defining characteristic of their family. "Though it doesn't seem like the same strategy is working for you." She said as she lifted up Danny's small battered shield.

"Mom and dad just really want me to be a Templar." Danny said sadly. "Where as they will be happy if you just don't get burned for heresy. I can't believe they tried to test you for possession."

"Don't remind me." Jazz said with a groan. "But this is your life. You don't have to do whatever they want you to."

"Yeah, I know." Danny said though he didn't meet her eyes. This was a conversation that they had to have had a hundred times before. Danny knew it by heart. But the true was that there was nothing he could do. This life was his fate. He was as trapped as the mages in the Circle's tower.

"Hey, Cujo and I are going to go hunting, you want to come along?" Jazz asked as she picked as bow and quiver from the wall.

"I would, but dad wants me to sort the confiscated contraband this afternoon." Danny said giving an apologetic smile. "He thinks that carrying all that stuff will help build my upper-body strength some more."

Jazz sighed. "Good luck then. I'll see you later." She said before leaving, Cujo trotting after her.

Danny stepped out into the late morning sun. The sun raises, then it sets, it was never given a choice. Fate controls everything. But Danny's fate was not quite what he thought it was.


Phantom5208 asked me if I could do a Dragon Age Danny Phantom crossover.

This would be the draft of the prologue of such a story. Anyone who has watched Danny Phantom would probably have a good idea of what happens next, if not the minor details.

I may kick this story around a bit when I am bore and don't have a stable internet connection (like right now. My internet is dropping every few seconds), but I also might not in which case someone is more than welcome to take over.

I'm planning on making Danny an Arcane Warrior. Anyone who has played the first Dragon Age game probably know a little of what I am talking about. Class was broken.