Here Without You

by EvelynRutherford

When Evelyn's magic manifested she knew she would be trapped in a Circle, but when things start to go awry it becomes clear the Maker has sent her on a different path. Join Evelyn Trevelyan as she faces the trials of the 5th Blight. But don't worry, she's not alone. Slightly AU but mostly sticks to the DA:O story line.

1. Best Mage

So I have never ever posted my writing before so here I am giving it a shot, please be nice.

I hope you enjoy it and that you'll give me a comment.

Also I own nothing but my ideas. Bioware owns everything else.

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Here is chapter 1 which is an introduction of my character Evelyn.

Best Damn Mage

I was born to the noble house Trevelyan in the Free Marches and I was eight years old when my magic manifested. Only a few days later I was sent off to the Ostwick Circle of Magi and I despised my family for giving me up to them. I grew up hearing that the life of a mage was a life of imprisonment, this coming from my older brother, who happened to leave two years before to become a Templar. How fitting.

In reality I could have studied, trained, and learned to control my magic. I could have kept it a secret, but instead I lost my title, my family, my everything and I wanted nothing more than to get away from the hurtful reminder that I had nothing, and luckily it wouldn't take me long to get away.

I learned early on that in the Circles mages were feared more because they were unpredictable than anything else. And so the Templars use the fear of being made tranquil to keep us young mages in check. That left a very thin line between control and chaos. I tended to avoid the Templars when possible. It was just less trouble that way.

When I was ten I was finally allowed a transfer to the Ferelden Circle at Kinloch Hold. This meant I had a fresh start somewhere that the name Trevelyan meant nothing. I could finally forget everything I lost in the Free Marches and start over as simply Evelyn.

The Ferelden Circle was everything I needed and more. I thrived there with the help of my tutor Wynne, she was the closest thing to a mother I had ever really understood. She loved and cared for many of the young apprentices but she cared greatly for me and I her. I excelled in the healing arts and devoted myself wholly to my studies. If I was to be cursed with this magic then I was sure as hell going to be the best damn mage out there. Or die trying.