Chapter 1

Luna was getting this unmistakable sense of déjà vu. First she had to run from the darkspawn horde from Ostagar to Lothering and now she was running from the horde again, but this time it was from Lothering to….wherever the hell they were going.

"We need to stop for a breather right now sis" my older brother Garrett directed to my older sister, Marian. There was no way in hell he would say something so nice to me.

"Very well Garrett, but we shouldn't tally long because we already wasted so much time-"

"Waiting on me I know!" I yelled at her. "So you can all just drop the whole fucking let's not let on to who we are already pointing fingers at game!" "Yeah I know you all blame me, so quit dodging it like you care if saying it will hurt my damn feelings. You don't give a shit about me anyways." I thought to myself

"I wasn't going to blame you sis-"

"Don't 'sis' me Marian when we all know what you said right there was bullshit!" My patience was nonexistent at the moment and I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed off at them.

"That's enough! Luna why is it that every time you brother or sister open their mouths and say something you always have to argue?" Our mother said. It was all directed to me of course even the whole 'that's enough' bit that should have applied to everyone.

"If I said 'because they always spout out bullshit from their mouths' something tells me you wouldn't take that as an answer." "I know you never loved me. Never wanted me, so don't use that whole loving, motherly tone on me either." I released my anger into those words. I didn't scream those words out like you would think; it's just that my anger melted away with those words, allowing me to cool down. Now that may sound easy but it isn't. I have just mastered the art of it because I have done it so many damn times.

So, yeah, there it is, my fucked up life, with my family that puts the "fun" in "dysfunctional". My Mother, Leandra Amell, was originally a Kirkwaller who ran away to Ferelden with an apostate mage, Malcolm Hawke. My brother and sister are both the prodigies my father wanted. And did I get so lucky as to be a prodigy? Ha-ha-no! Luck has never been on my side as far as I'm concerned. I am a "scrapper" as my mother calls it. I get into fight as long as I have a reason which was why my mother, brother, and sister where all confused when I told them I was joining King Cailan's army at Ostagar. They didn't think I had a reason. That's how little they know me. No let me rephrase that. That's how little they wanted me.

My mother was about to scold me for what I had just said to scold me when Ruin, my mabari war hound, started growling. Ruin was the only thing I got from my bastard father. That hound showed me more love then he ever did.

"Ahh, you got to love how the darkspawn have perfect timing." I didn't know it was darkspawn, but I'm not stupid and neither is my hound. He knows not to charge the bad smelling darkspawn unless I give the order to.

"Looks like you have something to take your anger out on Luna," Garrett chided to me as if we were the loving brother and sister we should be.

"Why should I when using it on you and Marian is a hell of a lot more fun!" I snapped back at him. "Maker I hate you, you bastard. Can't you ever leave me alone for fuck's sake?"

Finally he shut up and left me alone. I unsheathed the two swords on my back and got ready for the fight. Most people have the hilts of their swords, or sword, up above their shoulder. Mine, however, are in the opposite direction so all I have to do is drop my arms, grab the hilts, and pull out away from me and then up. That's also my fighting stance. I keep the blades parallel to my forearm. I bend at the knees and get lower to the ground then most so that I can charge and get into a full out run quickly to get to the enemy.

"Don't swallow any blood, you here boy?" I address to Ruin. He gives me a short bark in reply.

"Here they come," cries Marian. "Thank you for stating the obvious "sis". It's not like we can see them or anything little miss innocent."

Both Marian and Garrett freeze the first two darkspawn that comes down the hill. I run forward and slice the other darkspawn in half from the shoulder to the hip. The other one that was still frozen I merely kicked and watched it shatter into pieces as it hit the ground. Then more came. "This is my favorite part". A wicked smile poured across my face as my blood started flowing through my veins faster. "Oh how I love it when my blood gets pumping as I spill yours!" That last word in my head became a battle cry, or battle growl as it where. I rushed forward to meet my enemies as the mages stood back and caste their little magic spells. The first, well actually third, went down easy, but then more poured in and I found my rhythm. Dodge, parry, duck, slash, lunge, and kick. These movements happened without a conscious thought as their blood poured from the wounds I inflicted and as they stumbled over their "comrades" bodies.

"Luna! They're attacking from behind as well! Kill them before they reach mother!"

"I don't take orders from either of you!" I was tempted to yell "You do it!" but I refrained and simply spun around and darted around Marian and Garrett towards the flanking darkspawn.

There weren't as many as that yell had suggested but I still killed them all effortlessly." I don't want to be a mage! I don't need that power when I already have more than almost all the mages! Liar! Maybe if you were a mage Father would have paid attention to you. Your brother and sister would respect you. And mother actually might love you for once in your entire life."

When the fighting was over and my heartbeat returned to its normal rate, I surveyed the bodies and I realized that I had killed twice the amount of darkspawn than Marian and Garrett, combined, had. And in less time too.

This brought a smile to my face and I let out a piercing whistle which brought Ruin, running to me all blood soaked and happy.

"You didn't swallow any of that nasty blood did you boy?" I asked

He let out a happy bark and wagged his short, goofy little tail in response.

"It seems to me that you love that dog more than you do your own family" Garrett commented with that pathetic smirk of his on his face.

I didn't take the bait. As soon as I said something he would pounce on me with all sorts of insults, lectures, and disappointed or angry frowns. It's what he always did. Instead I gave him the "fuck-off" smile and continued in the direction we were originally headed before we were interrupted. "I won't give you the satisfaction of me actually agreeing with you, brother, even if it would piss you off"