A/N: This is my first fan fiction, I need all the feedback I can get but please be civil. There is no need to be a dick.
23:00 Chantry Courtyard, Val Royeaux:
Under the night sky, a courtyard of white stone, surrounded by marble statues of martyrs and saints, rests softly. The silence breaking, only for the sound of a lone broom, held by a lone figure, sweeping in irate silence. The young boy's onyx hair framed his annoyed face, his green eyes in a fuming squint scratched the stone he was to clean. The boy had lived here for most of his life, never knowing his parents. He, however, never ounce thought of learning who they were, or why they left him in the streets of Starkhaven to be found by a traveling Sister.
The young man, now in the center of the square, stopped and turned to look on the moon.
"Hey there what'cha looking at," said a young voice from behind.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, and 'what'cha' isn't a word," he replied with a slightly irritated tone. He turned to look at the new arrival and saw a young girl, with short auburn hair, and bright blue eyes.
"So? And that doesn't count as-" she paused for a brief period, "Your ears, their," she paused again, moving closer to him.
"What about them?" he asked.
"Their pointed, like an elf's, but their no longer than a human's?" she said, pointing at his ears.
"That's because I'm half-elf, one of my parents was an elf while the other one was human," he replied, obviously tired of the topic.
"Really?" she replied with wonderment.
He grumbled then turned his gaze from the newcomer.
"Say, what are you doing out so late?" she asked.
"Punishment," was his reply.
"What'd you do?"
He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I yelled at a foreign dignitary, calling him a pompous ass, and then I… Threw one of the other orphans at him."
The young girl then busted out in hysterical laughter.
"What are laughing at?" he almost yelled, snapping his gaze back at her.
"You," the laughter continues for a second more, "well, anyway, I'm studying magic at the Circle."
"Didn't ask, and your upbeat attitude is annoying me," he replied.
She scrunched her face, "Hey, don't be so mean!"
"Whatever," he said looking away again, getting back to sweeping.
She giggles and smiles at him, then says, "I'm Anika, what's your name?"
He looks at his feet, then at her, "Ulrich."
"Nice to meet you, Ulri. I can already tell we're going to be great friends."