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This Happens between book 1 and book 2 after defeating the Super Mega Ultra Doom Dracolich before the Rift War
After another eventful day of adventuring, twenty four year old Garrett Hawke "The Paladin-DragonLord" was sitting on the edge of Sir Noob's cliff gazing over the horizon, soaking in the tranquil nature of the forest around him.
Garrett was fully armored in his signature silver and white DragonLord armor, his chain cloak of swaying slightly from the breeze, his hood drawn back revealing messy black hair, soft amber brown eyes and red war paint across the ridge oh his nose. (AN: Male Default Hawke minus the beard.) His was blade The Ultimate Brand of Glory stuck into the ground never too far away from his reach.
He began to gently stroke prone form of his albino scaled partnered dragon, Draco's sleeping from beside him as he reflected on everything he had experienced up this point.
He remembered from his first meeting with priestess Celestia, the time he realized his destiny as a Dragon Lord, his journey to find the legendary elemental orbs, and finally his battle against the full darkness.
He began to delve further into his memories, unlike other who were born on lore, he was born in a distant land known as Thedas in the country of Ferelden, he could recall clearly the day he left Ferelden behind… his family behind…
Flashback
He was sixteen at the time and he was teaching his ten year old younger brother Carver how to properly wield a blade, out by small clearing near Lothering his home village. Their father was there supervising of course.
"Keep your posture and raise your guard Carver" he instructed, "Good now swing" Carver did as he was instructed and swung his sword but, his grip was loose and blade flew out of his hands.
"You are such butterfingers Carver!" his younger sister and Carver's twin, Bethany teased. She was watching them alongside their father just waiting to poke fun at Carver.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The twin's childish are argument quickly escalated in a fight. Their father sighed then moved in attempting to stop them from tearing out each other's throats. But before their father could intervene something happened that shocked everybody, Carver's hair had burst into flames.
Their father was horrified, his worse fear had been realized, one of his children, his little girl no less, had inherited his curse, the curse of magic.
The flames on Carver hair were quickly doused with only a few hairs singed, their father tried to comfort a now traumatized Bethany now afraid of herself, afraid of the power she wielded.
It was unfortunate that Bethany's power surfaced at that moment for there was nearby patrol of Templars, mage hunters; they sensed Bethany's pulse of accidental magic and immediately came to investigate. Their footsteps alerted us of their presence; their father quickly instructed them to hide while he tries to defuse the situation.
He quickly led his siblings behind a large boulder, trying to keep as quiet as possible. When the Templars arrived they immediately interrogated their father. he had known that his father had everything under his control.
However, he also knew that if they found out that his father was an apostate, a mage free from the Circle of Magi they would execute him and if his father failed to persuade them to leave they would find Bethany and take her away to circle.
Now that Bethany had unlocked her magical abilities, she needed their father now more than ever
His father had once told him that family is the most important thing anyone can have. At that moment his family was in danger and he would be damned if he allowed the Templars to do as they pleased to his family.
Without thinking he got up from his position and fished out a Combustion Grenade from his satchel. He was interrupted when Carver grasped his arm.
"Brother what are you doing?" Carver whispered.
"Stay here and protect Bethany I have a plan" he instructed, he knew his plan would perhaps be the last plan he'd ever make.
Convincing Carver to released his grasp on his arm. He then proceeded to carefully maneuver around the tree and positioned himself behind the Templars line of sight. Taking in a deep breath before chucking the grenade and screamed out.
"Fireball!" The flask broke and the moment the aqueous solution mixed with the oxygen in the air the chemical reaction was instantaneous the ground beneath the Templars bursts into flames.
"Catch me if can Templar scum!" He taunted before dashing off. He could hear the Templars screaming at him, chasing after him, his heart raced as adrenaline pump through his veins. His training as a warrior may have bolstered his physique and athleticism but he could not compare to the years of training of his pursuers.
His relentless pursuers grew nearer and nearer, He knew that he might not be able to lose his pursers but at that moment all that mattered was that he had to lead the Templars away from his family.
The chase seemed endless he didn't know how long the Templars have been pursing him, but the adrenaline he had felt had left him, his breath was ragged and his muscles ached and his body felt like lead. The chase soon ended near at the edge of a ravine, he was cornered.
"Nowhere to run mage"! One of the Templars sneered.
He pulled out his long sword for a final stand, he knew he had no chance of winning he may have been a genius when came to swordplay but he would not be able to stand against three fully trained Templars.
Grasping his blade in both hands and continuing the charade, he yelled out, "Don't underestimate me Templars I have more than magic at disposal" If he was going to die then would die a warrior death.
With a war cry He charged at the nearest Templar he saw. He swung his long sword with great force towards the Templar. Their swords clashed with a resounding clang. The sheer force of the clashing swords staggered him back.
Garret saw one of the Templar charging at him, so he quickly tries to parry the attack, but he failed to notice another Templar preparing to strike him down. He felt the sharp pain of the slash strike deep into his exposed back.
His breath was ragged; he knew he couldn't last any longer; his arms were already too tired to lift his own blade. With the last of his strength he charged with his blade for one last strike; his and the Templar's sword clashed once more. Garret's blade snapped in two.
His vision already began to blur; he barely see the opponent. He could feel a sharp pain as one of the Templar thrust their sword through his abdomen. He could feel death begin to take him; his last sight that day was the sneer on the Templars faces as they proceeded to kick him down into the ravine.
As his consciousness began to fade he began having hallucination he saw the Black City draw closer but before he reached it a beautiful white deer carried him away. that was the last thing he remembered before darkness overtook him. He never expected to regain consciousness ever again, but he did found that his wounds have been tended to; apparently was found in Oaklore's forests by an old retired Paladin who nursed him back to health.
He soon learned he was no longer on Thedas but in place called Lore; perhaps the Maker, the Creators or whatever divine being took pity on him a gave him another chance at life. And he would not squander it; he'd miss family but he took pleasure in knowing that they're safe.
When the old Paladin had told him about what Lore was like, saying that He was culture shocked was an understatement. He learned the here in lore Griffins weren't extinct, Mages were free of the circle and everyone could use magic if they were disciplined enough. Garret had begged the old Paladin to train him in the art of the sword and magic and he agreed
He spent the next half a decade honing his skills in the art of the blade and magical prowess; at the age of eighteen he was inducted into the Paladin Order. He served as a severed as a holy Paladin until the Undead Invasion two years after his joining, after that he began to the answered the call for adventure and the rest was history.
End Flashback
The sun was now setting beyond the horizon giving the sky a beautiful shade of orange. Garrett drew in a deep breath of fresh air; carefully cradling the young sleeping dragon he set off on his way home in Falconreach.
Unaware to him a malevolent entity watched him from the shadows.
In dark dimly lit chamber a DoomKnight sat on his throne of pure obsidian eyeing the crystal ball in front of him. The crystal ball showed an image of Garrett walking back to Falconreach.
"Is he the one, my Lord?" A seductive voice said behind the DoomKnight. The voice belonged to woman dressed in Shadow Mage robes the neck of her robes were wide showing off her ample breasts.
"Yes." The Doomknight gave a one word answer never tearing his eyes from the crystal ball
"If I may ask, what's so special about this one?" The Seductress asked. She recognized him as one of the ones that fell through the cracks and escaped the Black City. Her lord was never truly bother by the ones who escaped.
"He has what should have been mine" The ball zoomed into the sleeping albino dragon in Garrett's arms.
"The Dragon prophesied to destroy the world, I was meant to control and it was meant to do my bidding as my strongest Archdemon!" The ball showed an image of demonic black dragon torching the world ablaze.
"Then that blasted hero defied destiny and changed it" The ball now showed white angelic dragon shielding people with it's white feathered wings.
"That's not the only reason is it my lord?" Seductress asked fingering the edges of the DoomKnight's wolf like helmet.
"No, I may be all powerful but I am not stupid enough to let arrogance blind me. This Garrett Hawke might actually be able to defeat me at the rate he is growing he is what stops me from taking over this world" The crystal ball now showing all of Garrett's accomplishment within the span a single year.
"Then we get rid of him, he may have allies in this world, but what of the world he left behind. Let us see how he fairs in a world we rule." Taking off the DoomKnight's helmet and leaned in for a french kiss before replacing the helmet.
"Now I remember why I married you, my dear Andraste you are so very wicked" The Doomknight chuckled
"Are you sure it's not because I'm great in bed, my beloved Fen'Harel?" Andraste giggled.
"Definitely that too" The Doomknight said as Andraste led him away into their private chambers.
And Done, oh wait almost forgot Character Stats
Name: Garrett Hawke
Class: Dragon Lord
Weapon of Choice: Ultimate Brand of Glory
Age: Twenty-Four
Gender: Male
Level: 80
Endurance: 200
Wisdom: 95
Strength: 100
Now it's done.
Okay as my track record is horrible as I never really finish my fanfictions, I need all the help I can get. Constructive criticsim needed also feel free to send me ideas hell write part of it too while your at it.
Also on another note All my other fanfictions are dead and are up for adoption.