Author Notes: Hi all welcome to the start of my DA2 story. A few notes. Seireadan Hawke is related to Aonghas Cousland so this story is AU. I created my own connection to the Hawkes because Aonghas although a mage is not an Amell. The new relationship is through Malcolm Hawke. I'll add more soon on this first page.

Siblings - Cousins - Second Cousins-

unknown Father of Eleanor - Eleanor (Husband: Bryce Cousland) - children: Fergus and Aonghas)
unknown Mother of Ryonah - Ryonah I (Husband: Ryley unknown) - children: Ryonah and Ryley
unknown Mother of Hawke - Malcolm Hawke (wife: Leandra Amell) - children:Hawke,Carver,andBethany
unknown sibling (sent to tower)

Here's a little surprise or tease. Aonghas and Seireadan (Dan) run into each other in Ostagar, Lothering and much much later in Kirkwall.

The Hawkes : Early August 9:30

Dark auburn haired Seireadan Hawke stepped into the small hut that had been home to his family for ten years and barely managed to keep from being knocked over by his younger brother Carver as the lad practically ran towards the door he had just entered. "Makers breathe, Carver, slow down." Seireadan gripped his brother's arms as they both tried to regain their balance. "Why in such a hurry?"

"Let go, Dan." Seireadan frowned at the frustrated tone and with a sigh he released his grip before moving aside so his brother could finish storming out of the hut. At eighteen Carver had become even more difficult than he had been previously. The two had nearly come to blows less than a week before and only their sister Bethany, Carver's twin, kept the older Hawke brother from teaching his brother who was in charge. Bethany had pleaded with them both to understand where each other was coming from and Seireadan had taken her challenge to heart and since then his brothers 'moods' did little to anger him as they once had. Bethany had always been the calming force in both his and Carver's spats and she had learned it from their mother who had been able to calm even their father's rage at one of his sons' antics.

Seireadan leaned against the wall and heaved a sigh as he thought of his father. The man had been larger than life, a person to be reckoned with; even so, both Seireadan and Carver had strained the man's patience on any number of occasions. With Carver it had always been the fighting with others as he tried to prove himself strong and unrelenting. Seireadan had gotten into his fair share of fights, but many of them had been in defense of his younger brother. Seireadan himself had learned a few things at a very young age that sent his father into a rage on numerous occasions. Lock picking, stealing, blending in with a crowd, being agile and cunning helped Seireadan procure any number of things for their family. Malcolm had not been pleased when he learned that many of the things his eldest son had brought home were not earned but in fact stolen. Seireadan hadn't had the heart or courage to tell his father he had learned early to do anything he could to keep his father and sister hidden from the eyes of the templars and chantry. Three years had gone by since his father's death and Seireadan still felt himself tense as he entered the family's home expecting to be caught with the stolen goods and chastised by his father.

Heaving himself off of the wall Hawke stalked into the common room to find his sister comforting his sobbing mother. The two looked up at Seireadan with identical looks of fear and his mother began pleading with him. "Carver has left to join the Kings Army. You must not let him go alone!"

Seireadan stared at his mother in shock for a moment before mentally shaking himself. "I can't leave you and Bethany here alone."

"We will be fine, brother. Everybody is too busy worrying about the darkspawn to take notice of me. You have to go and keep Carver safe for mother's sake."

"Please, keep your brother safe. He will be reckless if you aren't there to temper him." Seireadan thought about arguing, but a sense of urgency filled him and he rushed to his room to change and gather what coin he could and as he did so he realized some of his coin was missing. Prepared for departure he rushed to kiss his mother and sister goodbye. He handed his mother the majority of the coin before hurrying out of the house after his brother with his mother's words echoing in his ears. "Do not let him be harmed, Seireadan!"

Seireadan knew where the recruiters for the army were and he arrived quickly but saw no sight of Carver. Seireadan joined the line of men and women signing up to join and kept looking around for Carver. At last Carver arrived and it was immediately obvious where his brother had gotten too because Carver now handled a large broad sword and had managed to pick up some studded leather armor as well. Seireadan watched as his brother noticed him waiting in line and he was surprised to see a smile settle on Carver's face instead of the anger Seireadan had been expecting. "Hello, Carver. I'm glad to see you put my coin to good use."

"I knew you wouldn't let me go alone," Carver stated as he joined his elder brother in line. Carver looked at the leather armor his elder brother sported and then glanced pointedly at his elder brother bare legs. "Won't your legs get cold in that armor?"

"Not if I keep moving, Carver," laughed Seireadan.

Seireadan Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall's Tale