So this first chapter might be a bit boring, it's just the set up so you guys can see where Hawke is at. Chapter two is already up!

Emeline Hawke collapsed on the bed in her estate. Her armour, bloodied and damaged pressing roughly against her. Her long black locks had escaped the bun she kept it in during the battle and pooled around her head. She groaned. "Nnnnmphh." It had felt like years since she's been able to rest. To breathe.

She awoke the next morning, sore and tense. She felt it hard to believe that at least for now, it was over.

"Anders, what have you done?"

"You fool, you've doomed us all!"

"There is no compromise!"

Blood, shocks, fire, ice. Swords clanking against armour. Groans, screams, battle cries.

"If Meredith wants blood magic, I'll give it to her."

"Here we are Champion, at long last."
"She's clearly lost her mind."

Then it was all over. Meredith nothing but an empty stone figure. Gone. Everyone surrounding, waiting for the Champion's next move. But there would be no more. They had all expected too much of her for too long. So instead, she left.

Emeline took the free time she had to take a long, much needed bath. She thought of everyone she had lost, but couldn't bring herself to cry. Her poor Carver, her baby brother nearly ripped to shreds by that blasted ogre. Her lovely Bethany, taken from her in the Deep Roads. Her beautiful, strong mother. Turned into a lifeless corpse, whom she was too late to save. Anders. Her best friend, even closer to her than Varric, her trusty dwarf. But she was betrayed. She couldn't bear to look at Anders after what he did and she knew it. She would not kill him. That's how she lost Sebastian, the kind hearted prince. She was so tired of seeing death. So she let Anders go. Where he'd end up she had no idea. "I wish you well, friend." She found herself thinking aloud as she scrubbed her body clean of the blood and dirt

"Messere, you have a visitor." She heard Bodahn calling for her from beyond her door. She sighed. "I'm coming." She rinsed herself off and dressed herself, no armour involved, letting her hair flow free around her, still damp.

Looking over her balcony near the stairs she was greeted with the most familiar face of all.

"Hawke." Varric gave her his warm smile. He gestured around himself. "How 'bout it? All over…for now."

"Don't you talk like that. For good. I can't stand anymore of what Kirkwall has brought me." Emeline rolled her eyes, smirking as she made her way fully down the stairs.

"Wounding me as always, eh Hawke? You know without Kirkwall you'd have never met your favorite person in the world."

Emeline chuckled. "Almost more trouble then he's worth," she joked, "I know, you're right. I've had many blessings here, maybe even more than curses." Her eyes hinted at sadness. She had been dwelling the entire time she was bathing and couldn't bring herself to be in a pleasant mood just yet. "So, did you come to gather material for your book, 'what Hawke does when no one needs her to save the day'?"

"Ha! Already working on that, I'll let you know when I need a reference. But seriously, Hawke, tomorrow night we're having drinks at the Hanged Man. Kind of to celebrate, you know? You gotta be there."

Emeline sighed, running her fingers through the locks flowing down her shoulders. "Varric…the city is in ruins. Is there even a Hanged Man left?"

"My dear lady Hawke, there will always be a Hanged Man. Come on, you deserve to let loose a little."

"Clearly I can't say no." Emeline leaned against the railing to the stairs, giving him a half hearted smile. "I'll be there."

"Then consider my work here done, Hawke. We'll see you there." The charming dwarf made his way towards the exit of her estate.

"Hey, Varric, wait." Emeline called behind him, walking towards him slightly.

Varric looked over his shoulder in question.

"Call me Emeline, from now on."

Varric simply smiled in response, and she gave him one in return, this time a real, full smile.