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9:27 Dragon. Anton Garreth is an apostate hiding in the small village of Fatum, roughly a hundred miles from Lothering, in the Arling of Redcliffe. The village was built near a large trench, known as the Valley of Peace. Anton lived near the edge of the village with his wife, Elliana, and their two children, 8 year old Seth, and the newborn, Anita. Anton hid his magical power from the village, practicing it secretly in the Valley of Peace, which served as the graveyard for the village. Anton had been living in the village since he escaped from the Circle of Kirkwall, some ten years prior. He had married Elliana two years later at the age of 18. If Anton had his way, nobody in the village, save for his family, would know that he was a mage. His secret would have been safe, had the blight not descended upon Ferelden.
9:30 Dragon. The rumors had been flying around Fatum for months. King Cailin was holding back the darkspawn invasion at Ostagar. The Blight would soon be ended. Nearly every able bodied man in Fatum had went south to assist in the war efforts. Several farmers, as well as Anton, the grave tender, had stayed in Fatum to keep the village moving along. Anton had told his wife that he had been dreaming of Ostagar. More importantly, he had been dreaming of the Darkspawn winning at Ostagar. His wife assured him that he was being foolish. He replied that she was right. This, however, did not stop him from uncovering the only relic of his time in the Circle, a dragon bone staff with a spear-like blade at the end. He had buried it in the Valley of Peace, knowing he would need it one day.
Anton knelt at the statue of Andraste in the chantry of Fatum, praying to the prophetess for wisdom in order to guide his family through the darkness of the blight. He heard the door open and close in the back of the chantry, though he made no indication that he had. A few moments later his wife knelt next to him, taking his hand.
"Anton, you know we have nothing to fear. The rumors of the defeat at Ostagar are just that, rumors. They were spread by deserters in order to justify themselves." She explained in a hushed tone, squeezing his hand.
"A detachment came through town this morning Elliana, they were Teyrn Loghains' men. They confirmed the rumors. According to the soldiers, the Grey Wardens led King Caillin to his death. Our king is dead, the vast majority of our army was destroyed. The Darkspawn are coming. We need to leave." Anton opened his eyes, looking at his wife. His green eyes were full of worry, betraying his otherwise calm demeanor.
Elliana bit her lip, thinking. "Maybe we could stay here, the Darkspawn have no reason to come this far east, right?" Her voice trembled, alluding to the tears that would soon follow. Anton pulled her into his arms, holding her as she began to cry.
"Elli...we need to go, for the sake of the children." Elliana merely whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Anton gathered her and lifted her to her feet, helping her off the altar and out the door. A few minutes later, the pair entered their home. Anton left her in the sitting room while he went to boil water for tea.
"In the morning, I want you and the children to begin packing. We can go north, to Denerim. From there we can take a ship to the Free Marches, I still have contacts there." He set the tea down in front of her and took a seat, sipping his tea carefully. Elliana nodded, taking her tea as well.
'I merely hope we have time to get clear of the village before the horde is upon us.' Anton thought to himself as he sipped the tea. That night he walked into his backyard and watched the horizon to the south, where a faint orange glow was just barely visible. Taking a shaky breath, Anton set off for the great oak in the Valley of Peace, where he stashed his staff. He knew what that orange glow meant. It meant death. It meant destruction. It meant Darkspawn. Darkspawn that would be upon in the village in three days time.