Author's Notes: I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes. This isn't a very serious take on two Hawkes leading the inquisition. More often than not they'll just mess up but I hope you enjoy this. I write each chapter for like 20 minutes and it's been a while since I played DAI so expect nothing.
Garrett Hawke wakes to the sound of a crack and feels his left hand ache. His head feels like someone badgered a hammer to it- which isn't unusual but the current one is hurting worse than anything he has felt before.
I knew I shouldn't have taken my sister up on her offer on that drink.
He carefully raises his head to observe his surroundings and realizes that he is in a prison cell. Noticing the handcuffs on his wrists, he groans.
I am never drinking with my sister ever again.
The door to his cell slams open and two women he has never seen before in his life enter the room. He realizes with horror that one of them is a Seeker. What has he done now? What has his sister done to him now?
The Seeker hardens her gaze on him, her expression switching from slightly apologetic to suspicion to wariness. "I apologize, Champion, that we had to meet in these circumstances but we need answers," she says.
"The Divine is dead and all who attended the conclave died," she tells him. "All but you."
Nervous now, he slaps a hand to his face, not remembering that he had handcuffs which resulted in him smacking himself with it.
He is never drinking- wait.
"Conclave? What conclave?" And notices that his left hand is glowing green. "And what's with my hand?" He doesn't question the dead people. There is always bound to be dead people as long as he is breathing but he definitely misheard the word Divine. He couldn't have included the Divine in his shenanigans, surely.
The other person takes over now, her voice like a song. She looks vaguely familiar. "Do you not remember? The Divine called upon a conclave to finally settle the war between mages and templars. There was an explosion and only you survived."
Oh.
Garrett remembers it now. Partially responsible for the war, he and his sister felt obligated to attend the conclave. But something came up and Marian wasn't able to attend.
Garrett sighs. "Lucky me, huh?"
The Seeker snaps and grips his glowing hand, the sudden motion startling Garrett. "The Divine is dead and there is a hole in the sky, Champion. This is no laughing matter and people have begun to suspect that you are behind this."
Garrett opens his mouth, about to start defending himself, when he realizes that he can't remember anything from the conclave.
He opens his mouth anyway.
"Funnily enough, I don't even have memories of the conclave to defend myself." He frowns. "Weird."
Seeing the Seeker about to yell at him again, he interrupts her, "I can't remember anything. But if you showed me what happened then maybe I'll remember something."
The person with the soft voice- Leliana he remembers now- tells the Seeker that they should show him.
They unshackle him and lead him outside where they show him a giant green hole decorating the sky.
"Is it just me or is the sky looking a little green on the side?"
The Seeker tells him that the mark on his hand is connected to the breach, and that it is slowly killing him.
Oh. Not so lucky then.
He sighs in resignation. He always seems to get caught in the most dangerous situations: duel with the Arishok, abominations, the start of the mage-templar war, and now a hole in the sky spitting demons out.
On the bright side, he could tell his sister that he woke up to two ladies who handcuffed him.
Meanwhile at Marian Hawke.
"Hmmm..." She twirls her imaginary mustache, her eyebrow raising.
"My twin senses are tingling."