Memoirs of a Manifesto
A/N: This is my second fan-fic. This time, it's Anders' turn to speak. This is my thought process of what happened from the time he was sent to the Circle, to the time he met with Hawke. I realize this chapter is REALLY short. ; _ ; Please, hang in there, if you do start to read! Feel free, also, to R&R, all criticism is welcome, whether good or bad!
Chapter One: You Can't Always Get What You Want
Sometimes, the best things in life are free. I have heard the phrase before, but in my case, it has never really been applied. Happiness, for instance, always seems to cost a hefty price. As "they" also say, "One man's trash is another man's treasure." I personally like this one, which I made up, "The price of one's happiness is another's distain."
Let us start with a background story. I am a Mage. I was raised, for the better part of my life, in the Ferelden Circle of Magi. I was born in the Anderfels, which is probably where my name came from, and forcefully ripped from my family by the Templars at the tender age of fourteen. From then on, my life has been a living hell. I had already tasted freedom, and was not to be caged like a feared animal.
Skipping ahead ten years and seven escape attempts later, I was finally successful in running away. I found myself in the Arling of Amaranthine, where I may or may not have been lucky. Knowing what I do know, I would say no, but it was certainly a new chapter in my life. I became a Grey Warden. It was the single most painful day of my life. I felt, while going through the Joining ritual, as if my whole being was on fire. I will not go through the details of the ritual, for they are secrets that are not mine to keep.
A/N: Like I said, really short, like a Genlock. D: I hope that everyone liked this one, please, read the next chapter!