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Author's Note: I've been reading a lot of Hawke/Anders fics lately, and one theme that most of them seem to have is that the destruction of the chantry causes a major rift between them. I don't think it would because quite frankly I don't think Anders was wrong in what he did. So this fic details the final days of the Kirkwall Chantry as seen by Tyla Hawke: Apostate Mage and Erstwhile Champion of Kirkwall
Chapter 1: The Philosophy of Maybe
" I do not deal in maybes. I deal in cold, hard facts as should you!" I could not believe she just said that. It took every ounce of control I had to stop myself from blasting Meredith with strongest spells I had. Only the knowledge that I was a lone apostate in keep full of templars kept me from it. Didn't deal in maybes? The entire templar order was built on maybes.
Maybe they would turn to blood magic.
Maybe they would give in to temptation and be possessed by a demon.
Maybe they would get angry and lash out with magic.
The only "cold, hard facts" were that the mages of Thedas had been systematically subjugated and abused by the chantry and the templars for centuries, and we were getting very, very tired of it.