The Amell Reunion
The night was the same as any other in Kirkwall, and the Amell estate was rather quiet. Hawke sat looking into the fireplace pondering about life. She had lost so much getting to where she was. Her mother and sister were both dead, and Carver had joined the Gray Wardens. She was the last of the Amell bloodline that could hold any title. She had to deal with so much she didn't know how she had made as far as she had. She wondered if she even had family left besides Carver and that stain of a man Gamlen. The Hero of Fereldon was an Amell, and even though he was a Gray Warden, it would still be nice to meet him someday. That will likely never happen though, because nobody has seen the Warden since he left to find some woman. She had never even met any family members aside from those she lost, or would have rather not met at all. She thought about her role as "The Champion of Kirkwall" a role she never thought an apostate would have. The Templars hated the idea, but there was nothing they could really do to her. If they tried anything they would all die, as she has demonstrated to any who would battle her. Most of Kirkwall liked her though, especially since Hawke seemed to be the only level headed person in Kirkwall at times, even though she made the most ridiculous jokes constantly.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door, stirring Hawke from her thoughts. "Come in" Hawke exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful. Bodahn opened the door to see Hawke sitting on her bed. "You received a very important letter" explained the dwarf. "Oh? What makes it so important that it couldn't be on the desk with other letters?" Asked Hawke. "It's from a very important person, other than this, I dare not say" Explained Bodahn. Hawke thanked him and sent him on his way. She wondered who it could possibly be from, not even the Viscount's letters were hand delivered like this. She opened it and out fell a piece of paper. The only thing the paper said was to meet the writer at The Wounded Coast. Hawke pondered whether she should even go or not, but decided that it seemed important enough.
Hawke was getting close to the, and as she walked along she wondered who it could be. Perhaps it was Flemeth, although this didn't seem like the way she would contact someone. Maybe it's an elaborate surprise party from her friends. Or it could even be a smart group of bandits, but Bodahn wouldn't have acted the way he did if that was the case. Hawke would find out soon enough however, as she had made it to the coast. The only problem was that she had no idea where on the coast she needed to be at. She looked all over, but no sign of anyone, which was weird as there weren't even any bandits. Hawke finally got tired and called it quits. She sat down in the sand looking out into the water. The water always looked beautiful during the night, especially at midnight. Then Hawke heard the distinct sound of someone stepping on a twig and it snapping behind her.
"Hello, you must be Hawke" exclaimed a woman with a sultry voice, Hawke turned to look and she saw a slender woman with black hair, wearing strange and very revealing clothing. "I am Morrigan, we've been looking for you, I suppose I should have been more specific with the location." "What do you mean we? Do you have a ghost following you" asked Hawke, giggling at her own joke. "Joke as you will, but tis closer to the truth than you might think" explained Morrigan. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, and from that light a man walked out. "I suppose your miss mysterious here's ghost then" Hawke joked at the man. The man had a shaved head, dark tattoos around his eyes, and dressed in robes. "Hello to you to cousin" said the man. Upon hearing that it hit Hawke like a ton of bricks, causing her jaw to literally drop. Before her stood the Hero of Fereldon, and she was making jokes.