Hello fabulous readers, this is the first chapter of A fox is free, the second instalment of the wolf, fox and Lion. Its weird that I'm doing this one after starting the first and third instalment. Please let me know if this chapter is good, i'd love to have some feedback.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age, Bioware does.

Claimer: I own Hale and anything I create.

A young adult elf, only just growing into his ears, was unceremoniously thrown into a damp and grime covered cell. His body was covered in lyrium and blood, it poured out of the open wounds that were carved into him by his new master and onto the ground. His body would not stop flaring, glowing as the lyrium was setting into his flesh and bones.

His body landed onto the harsh floor and he gasped, pain shooting around his body. He laid still and focus on the cold stone beneath him in hopes that the distraction will ease his pain. It did not. His mind was blurry, empty. There was nothing held within but the pain and hatred for his new Master, Denarius. What kind of man would inflict such torture on any living being, well that was simple, a vile, disgusting Magister would. He wished for death or at least something to ease the pain.

As if his prayers were answered his door was thrown open and a small girl was flung into the room with a bowl of warm water and a ragged old cloth, the door was closed once again and the girl dared not move. Instead, she studied his features closely, his hair was white as snow and flowed down his face, it seemed that he hasn't had it cut in a long time, his green eyes looked like he has experienced immense pain, he only wore baggy brown pants but she could still see the lyrium etched into his skin and all over his chest following the lines of his bone structure, the excess was still pouring out of the open wounds, mixing in with his blood and dripping to the cold, hard ground "Can I come to you?" She asked softly, Fenris heard her sweet voice but said nothing, the girl walked towards him slowly, like a mouse stalking towards a dangerous beast. When she got closer to the elf she crouched before him, his pointed ears twitched fearing that she would hurt him. "May I clean you?" She asked again, he did nothing but move so his chest was easier for her to clean, he didn't know why but he hoped this girl could sooth the pain he was in "may I know your name?" She asked quietly not really thinking he would answer, she placed the cloth into the warm water and gently touched his skin.

Fenris felt the cloth touch his skin and jolted, thinking she would cause her pain but…nothing, nothing happened, her gentle touch with the cloth were soothing against his wound riddled skin, and the warmth of the soaked rag was soothing "F-Fenris…" The white haired elf spoke quietly, his voice was croaky and hoarse from screaming.

"Fenris…that is a nice name."

"What's your name" He spoke, the girl instantly became quiet and looked at the floor

"My name is Hale" Her voice was soft and full of sadness, it was then that Fenris took the chance to look at her. She had suffered the same fate as he, lyrium was etched into her skin though hers were far more elegant looking than his, her hair was the brightest orange he had ever seen and had two pointed ears poking out amongst the strands, an elf. The orange must have been caused by the discolouration that the ritual causes, she had the most beautiful green eyes that even though they held sadness within they still sparkled under the moonlight. she wore a ratty blue dress that was stained with dirt and blood.

"Your name is Hale?"

"Yes, a degrading name that was gifted to me by Master Denarius…it means fox" Fenris looked at the floor and scowled, he hated Denarius with a passion and not just because of what he didn't to him but how he treated the other slaves as well, she motioned for him to turn his chest so she could clean his back.

The moment her bare hand touched his skin their marking lit up, glowing like pure starlight. Bright green eyes widened in surprise and awe as they stared at their connection. With a jerk, Hale snatched her hand away. "I…that was…" she trailed off, unable to think of the rights words to describe what had just transpired.

"The lyrium reacted with each other, how?" Fenris asked, though he sounded more demanding than questioning.

"I…do not know" she frowned but shook her head "I need to finish cleaning your wounds before I am dragged off" he nodded and allowed her to continue cleaning his skin, they both ignored the glowing that happened each time they touched.

There circumstances and familiar lives had brought them closer together, they bonded over their hatred for their master and the way they were treated. When one would be denied a meal, the other would share their food.

8 long, pain filled years had passed since their friendship started. Oh how they wished they could escape their captors and simply run away. No, that could never be, they will remain slaves until they draw their last breath. Denarius would never let them go, they were jewels and him a greedy dragon, he would hoard them with a ferocity of one. He paraded them to the other Magisters as if they were mere trinkets instead of the dangerous weapons he had created. It was degrading and humiliating. Their sole purpose was to kill anything their Master wanted them to yet all they did was stand beside their Master and make their bodies glow on command. It was a never-ending cycle that they had no choice but to follow, any resistance or complaint would result in a harsh beating or a supperless night.

Throughout the years of torment the two elves had grown, Fenris had finally grown into his ears and become a strong warrior. Years of training with a Greatsword had strengthen his body and built up his muscles. He was taller than the average elf, whilst most, if not all, elves were shot and thin, Fenris was tall and well-built though due to lack of nutrition he was not as built as he could be, he could stand at the same height as an average sized human. He had become quite tan as well, he would spend most of his days under the hot sun of the Tevinter Imperium, training or standing guard of the manor his Master lived in.

As for Hale, she was trained the art of dual wielding and archery. She was quick and light on her feet, the perfect combination for an elven assassin. She would kill any man who Denarius wanted gone and no one would know her Master was behind it. She was not as built as Fenris was, but she had some muscle on her form. Her skin was tanned and harden by the harsh sun of Tevinter but still smooth as Denarius wanted his little jewels to sparkle and shine. The scars she did have were hidden by her leather armour, it was a mixture of greys, blacks and brown that would make her markings stand out and glow brighter. She was an intimidating figure despite her thin form. Like Fenris, she was taller than the average elf though she was shorter than him, the top of her head just reached his shoulders.

The pair were the most dangerous elves in all of Tevinter, no one stood up to Denarius so long as the Fox and Wolf hid in his shadows.

Hale means fox in elvish . I could have done Vixen but that seems too simple and I wanted the name to be degrading like Fenris' name is.

I hope this first chapter was good and engaging, I don't know when the next one will be posted, I have to do tones of assignments for University and I don't want my stories take precedence over my studies.

Anyway I shall see you all next chapter.

SCREAMINGTOMCAT OUT!