Sweet innocence had still been settled upon me the first time we met,
He was charming,
I was clueless to the word around me and new to the strange tower,
His hands were always so warm when he would take mine in them and he would make magic dance from his hands and up across mine, butterflies would flap their wings just a moment before they would vanish from sight,
A secret between him and me.
And then, the innocence started to escape me and I grew into my teenage years,
And our bond faded apart,
The feeling of admiration I once had for him shifted into something much deeper,
I would lay awake, just wondering where he was, wondering why he always tried to get away,
The Templars were annoying, but not horrible (to me at least).
And when I would see him my heart would race and I would try to follow, only for my heart to be shattered, he was a man.
I was still a child in his eyes; he needed someone to doing things with, things he wouldn't even consider me for.
Each time I caught him in an embrace with someone, I would run, all I could do was run back to my room and sob into my pillow.
And then the day came, I was supposed to become a mage that day and he came to me.
He said his good bye, and I cried and begged the rebel mage I loved so dear to stay or take me with him, he refused; he didn't want me in harm's way with the Blight going.
I walked slowly down the hall and when I finally stepped foot into the fade, the darkness over crept me and I cried and cried, screaming his name into the dream world as if he could hear me.
A demon came, demons came, and they laughed and mocked at me.
I could feel myself running out of time, the tip of a blade against my body's neck and all I could do was scream out his name with my last and final breath.
Images of my rebel mage passed through my head, my sweet free, Anders.