Hey all! It's been a while since I've posted a story but this idea has been in my head for a while and I've drawn a blank on my other two stories. I'm considering scrapping them and starting over as I'm really not happy with them, I feel I can do better.

This isn't the original Dalish Origin, it is a completely different Elf from a different Clan. It is not linked to the original one at all. Just letting you all know.

Anyway I hope you enjoy my first instalment and would appreciate feedback. Constructive criticism is welcome but please no flaming. Sorry that the chapter is so short but it is only the Prologue and I should hopefully have the first chapter out later on today or at least tomorrow morning.

So again Enjoy! and review! Review! Review!

Vir Bor'Assan

Prologue

The cold seeped into her bones, sending chills through her body. Talila shifted closer to the fire, trying to claim as much warmth as possible. The cloak she hugged tightly around herself, made from the fur of a brilliant white wolf she had killed, earning her the place as a proper hunter in her clan, earned little in the way of warmth. She could already see frost trying to form on the forest floor and she knew that it would be another sleepless night of just trying to keep the cold out. Not that it had mattered anyway, every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the faces of her fellow hunters, screaming at her to run as they were cut down by those... things. They had given their lives to save her; being one of the few mages in her clan she was incredibly valuable. It didn't stop the guilt that raked her body every time she thought of them though. She was alive and whole, managing to escape with just a nasty looking bite on her leg and now she feared their deaths were going to be in vain. She was running low on food and the few animals she had come across looked diseased ridden, patches of fur falling from their bodies and their eyes a ghostly, milky white. It was about a month's journey back to the Brecillian forest where her clan were currently dwelling, there was no way she could survive such a long trip with so little food.

She slammed her fist on the ground in frustration, cursing this scouting mission for what seemed like the hundredth time. They had all known the risks when they had set out into The Wilds. Their Keeper had sensed the Darkspawn corruption starting to spread and a small band of hunters was sent to scout the South to see how bad it really was, gather as much information as possible and then report back so the Dalish could make the right preparations.

It had not been a total waste, the Darkspawn were indeed a real threat. They group that had attacked them had been bloodthirsty and relentless. She had not been prepared for how monstrous the creatures were, the very air around them stank of evil, tainting everything around them. She had come across more and more of them as she made her way through The Wilds, using the shadows of the forest to slip passed them. She hoped she could avoid them until she could find her way out but she found herself more and more weary with each passing day. Her only hope was if she came across a kind soul that could help her but in this Darkspawn ridden wilderness, where there was death almost every turn and the closest settlement being full of humans who see her people as savages, that was almost impossible...

Translation: Vir Bor'Assan - Way of the Bow (Yeah I know, not the best title but it's the best I could come up with! Titles are not my forte').

Again thank you for reading and the first chapter should be out soon!