"No! I am not letting you take her!" Her mother's desperate plea rang in her ears.
"Kamali, look at her! She's a demon and a danger to the Maker himself. How can you stand there and protect that… that thing!"
"She is still your daughter Abbas; your little wildflower. Don't you dare call her otherwise."
The grip her mother had on her loosened as she noticed her father's expression falter. "Daddy?"
For the briefest of moments, he was her father again, but then the anger and knowledge of what his lovely little wildflower had become swelled over him as if the Maker were telling him "be rid of this child, before she harms us all."
"I am not your Daddy and you are NOT my daughter."
"Abbas, please …" before her mother could beseech any further her father's hand had risen.
"And you are no longer my wife!"
Within seconds, Kamali was on the floor with a hand held to her cheek. Tears of pain or more so tears of anger began to form. "Abbas?"
"Mama!" the little girl cried out in horror.
With her mother on the ground and her father advancing; all little Kirah could do was drop to the floor and curl up against herself. This has been something she has done since she was four. Whenever something had terrified her she would simply just hold herself. With each approaching step, Kirah's nails dug into her skin, deeper and deeper, as if she thought she could hide within her own form.
"You prefer to fight this, do you? Fine, woman." Her father's words seethed with venom. "You and your cursed imp die here!"
With terror rising and the sound of her father's sword unsheathing, Kirah lifted her head with a scream "Nooooooooooooooooooo!"
Kirah opened her eyes to witness her father standing there. Sword held high above his head, unmoving. He stood surrounded by rings of glittering light that seemingly froze him in place.
"Run, Kirah!" her mother's yell whipped her out of her trance. "Hurry and stay close to Mama." *
"Mama, where are we going?" Kirah questioned as her mother pulled her by the wrist.
"Out of Amaranthine. We will follow Hafter River and head south."
"And Daddy?" The sadness and confusion fell from the little girl's lips
Her mother paused for a moment looking back upon what was no longer to be their home. "Your father… is not ours anymore."
A/N: So here it is, just a quick introduction. This story is meant to tell the back story of my female human mage, Kirah. Let's just get it out of the way and acknowledge now that I'm kinda crazy. I have Dragon Age for both the PS3 and the PC. By the time I started playing it on the PC I already had five characters completed (sigh…includes expansion) so when I played through my various characters on the PC I went into full role playing mode. This story is what I based Kirah's personality and decisions on. There will be a lot of playing fast and loose with the game dialogue and progression, but it is kept within the realm, so if you are prone to saying "Hey that's not how it happened!" you may want to turn away now. Thanks for reading!
*the "Run, Kirah!" and the use of the word "whipped" is a throw to "The Stolen Throne". I just adored the opening to that novel and even to this day my boyfriend and I will randomly look at each other and say "Run, Maric!"