The Truth
Ever wondered about when Alistair found out he was of royal blood and just how Duncan was involved in it all (those of you who have read "The Calling" will know and understand)? This story won't explain any of it, but it is a suggestion as to how it all went down.
This will be a one-shot only.
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As far as Alistair was concerned, he had never really felt at home anywhere. He had never had a home anywhere.
So when Duncan came into the monestary and told the Revered Mother that he wanted Alistair to join the Grey Wardens, it was just another order. Sure, he had heard about the Grey Wardens and he knew that they oncy choose the best of the best, and while it was an honor to be wanted by them, it was just another order. What he didn't get was why the Revered Mother was so reluctant to let him go. He wasn't exactly a good student, not by their aspect. He was loud, he fumbled around and he was not a good fighter, not really. If anything, the only worth he had proved for the woman so far was that he was damn good at pealing potatoes.
Still, even if it was an order to go to one place to the other, Alistair wasn't about to complain. He wasn't exactly the chantry type and while he had enjoyed the study in disiplin, he had not really wanted to hunt mages or even give up his life in such a way. Not that he -had- much of a life to begin with, but that was for entierly different reasons.
So he had gone from being unwanted in Redcliffe, sleeping with the dogs while trying to avoid being kicked by the Arlessa, being sent to the Chantry where he was as wanted as flees and to being conscripted by the Grey Wardens.
And it was the best thing that had ever happened to him really. He had only been with the Wardens for a few days, traveling with Duncan and this other tall, dark fellow who's name he didn't remember and he was about to undergo his own joining. For some reason, Duncan kept his eyes on him, as if trying to see something, but Alistair had no real clue what. There wasn't really anything special with him except the fact that he was a barstard-child.
So when Duncan came to his room one night, the night when he was to take his Joining in fact, a look of grave seriousness written all over his face... Alistair wasn't sure if he was to be enthrilled or terrified.
He could hear the words from Duncan ringing in his ears even now...
"Alistair, it is time you get to know something. In fact... It is time you get to know everything. Because tonight, you will either live or you will die."