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Alright a few notes to set up the story- Hawke's name is Delia. She is tan with long, white hair (same color as Fenris). She is a rogue who fell in love with Fenris and sided with the mages in Kirkwall. She told Isabella to return the relic to the Qunari, and lost her friendship as a result. She did not kill Anders. The story commences directly after the battle against Meredith.

Ch. 1-Seperation

Hawke gazed back at the burning chantry as she sailed away from Kirkwall-likely for good. The calm breeze spun her hair in tendrils around her face. Hopefully Charade would forgive her for leaving so promptly, and the cousins would be able to stay in touch. As the continent faded from view, Hawke sighed and turned back to her allies, who were each dealing with the departure differently.

Aveline was nowhere in sight. Likely she was below deck, sitting near Donnic. He had managed to escape, but only just. They had found him fighting unconsciousness near the docks, and, after being assisted to the ship, he had passed out. Anders had done what he could, but he would likely stay asleep for the next few hours. Hawke smiled, glad that Aveline had found another man to care for.

Bethany sat in a corner, staring blankly at Orsino's signet ring. Her sister could not get past the First Enchanter's betrayal. Merril stood by her side, trying to comfort her with a nonstop, nervous chattering that Bethany was obviously ignoring.

Anders sat sulking opposite Varric, who stared down the mage and occasionally tried to drag an answer from dead lips. "Why did you kill her, Blondie? You had to have known it would only make things worse," to which Anders would only reply with a shake of his drooping head.

And then, there was Fenris-wait, where was Fenris? He had urged them onward when templars had chased them to the docks, but surely he had boarded before the ship pulled away! With the amount of mages who had crammed onboard, Hawke had assumed Fenris was among them, and yet…Perhaps he was below deck. Delia strode purposefully toward the stairs, ignoring the glances from her companions. Fenris must be here. She could not go forward without him. He had trusted her, going against all of his instincts to fight for mages, so she could not have left him behind. As the stairs came to an end, Delia had a foreboding feeling that Fenris was not resting in one of the ship's cabins. She charged past Donnic's room, not even taking the time to nod in Aveline's direction. There was only one door closed, at the far end of the corridor. Hawke steeled herself, praying to the Maker she would not be disappointed. As she attempted to calmly open the door, she heard heavy breathing and a rustle of clothes. Peeking further in, she saw a highly disheveled mage and a blushing templar, hastily separating from each other. Hawke felt emotion escape her, as a blankness filled her bones-an emptiness she had not felt since her mother's murder.

"You needn't worry. There are no laws here prohibiting…this," the words came without any bidding, "I apologize for intruding."

"Thank you, Messere Hawke," the mage stammered, keeping her eyes down, "We shall attempt to be more…discreet."

Delia turned and headed straight for the helmsman. "We must change course. Someone has been left behind," she demanded.

The Orlesian looked quickly around, "Messere, I hope you do not mean back to Kirkwall? Surely you recognize the folly in that plan?"

"I do not care. We must turn back now. I will not leave my…comrade behind."

After a short moment, the man stood up straight, eying the mages who had turned and listened to the conversation. With a heavy accent, he replied, "That's not up to me, Champion. You are risking the lives of everyone aboard this vessel, and I propose you ask their permission."

With a quick glance, Hawke knew she could not win. Anger raged inside of her. If only she had not upset Isabella. The temptress would have turned around without even an explanation, and there would be no need for this defiant helmsman. "How dare you," the words dripped like acid from her lips, then, raising her voice, she said, "I save all of you. Support your cause, fight where you ran, and this is how you repay me?" Her comrades were standing, wondering at the cause of the commotion. Hawke looked at each mage, hoping to have earned their approval, but none would dare meet her eye. They all opposed her, worthless sods. "Fine. When you're all recaptured by another circle, don't expect me to come saving your good-for-nothing asses." It wasn't like her to lose her temper, but, Maker bless it, this was Fenris they were taking about! Why him? Hawke stalked down to an empty cabin, this time knocking first. She remembered him, fighting himself to remain at her side, as she chose to support the mages.

"It is a mistake, but I won't abandon you." He was so sincere, so how could she have abandoned him? It was unforgivable, to say the least. As Hawke laid down on a rough, uncomfortable cot, she let a few silent tears trickle as she faced the wall. Luckily, there was no one to intrude on her misery. Bethany was busy moping, and she wasn't close enough to anyone else for them to come barging in.