A/N: I have decided to go ahead and write this fic (it's been in my head for a while, but I was debating on writing it or not.) A bit of the DA2 stuff, well, I've decided to ignore it (mainly stuff about Hawke not knowing about Hadriana, Danarius, Tevinter, the magisters, etc.) but I guess it's also replacing, since I'm adding some story. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Mage!LadyHawkeXFenris (and YoungMage!LadyHawkeXLeto)

Concept: Hawke travels to Tevinter with her father when she is only 12 years old. She ends up meeting Hadriana, Danarius and many others, but also falling in love with an elven slave by the name of Leto.

After years and she is now in Kirkwall, she is running side-by-side with an ex-slave, of the same magister, named Fenris. Something seems familiar about him, and she wonders if he knew Leto, but he doesn't recall. She cannot put the pieces together, not even after yelling at Hadriana to tell her, but after seeing Varania again, she knows where, and who, Leto is...that he is the elf, she has had by her side for years now, and the elf that she loves...

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Emily Hawke was so used to hiding her powers as an apostate, yet here in Tevinter, she didn't have to, but the people seemed scared.

Her father, Malcome, walked ahead of her, his staff clicking against the ground with each step. He was a tall man, with short brown hair and golden eyes. He was kind, caring, loving, protective, proud, and she admired him for those reasons and more.

She smiled and looked around the markets, merchants had fear in their eyes as she and her father passed, they did not call out to them, they simply hid.

Emily was pulled from her thoughts when she hit the ground, her staff snapping.

"Crap." she muttered.

"I'm sorry, mistress." a male elf apologized. He extended a hand to her and she took it, getting to her feet.

"It's fine," she assured, brushing the dirt from her gown. "I should have paid attention to where I was going. I should be the one saying sorry."

"Are you alright, Em?" her father asked, coming over.

"Fine," she said then looked at the elf. There was fear in his moss green eyes. Her father bent to pick up her staff.

"Looks like you'll need a new one," Malcome sighed. "Well, I know where to get one."

"Leto!" a voice snapped. "What did you do now, boy?" A young girl appeared, clutching a staff.

"I-I knocked her down, it was an accident mistress, I promi-" the elf began but the girl smacked him.

"Watch where your going, you fool!" she spat then turned to Emily. "The slave didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, I'm the one to blame if anybody. Only thing broken is my staff, and it was almost broken in the first place." Emily shrugged.

"I am sure lord Danarius could spare one for you, since this stupid elf broke it." the girl said. "Oh, I'm Hadriana, an apprentice to lord Danarius."

"I'm Emily," Emily smiled slightly. "As for the staff, I have coin, it's fine." she paused and turned to Leto. "I am sorry for not paying attention, messere."

He was silent and Hadriana smacked him again.

"Answer her!" she ordered.

"Damn magisters," Malcome muttered. "Make all us mages look bad."

Hadriana sighed.

"Do not apologize to this slave, serah, it is his fault, and he will be punished. Now, I insist you come and let me get you a new staff." she said.

"I will come, but you mustn't punish him, I told you, it was my fault." Emily argued. "I do not want him to be punished for something I did."

"That is for lord Danarius to decide." Hadriana concluded, turning to leave. "Come, slave." she ordered. Leto fallowed her and Emily fell in step beside him, her father sighed but walked with Hadriana.

"Again, I'm sorry." she said quietly. The elf didn't reply. "I will make sure you don't get a punishment, I swear it." she added.

"I would thank you for that, they do terrible things to us." he managed to say to her.

"How long have you been a slave, Leto?" she questioned.

"Ever since I can remember." he told her.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

"I am as well,"

"Really?"

"Shut up, slave!" Hadrianaa snapped, turning and giving him another smack. Leto stumbled backward at her blow and Emily stood in front of him, arms out in defense.

"Leave him be," she hissed. "He didn't do anything!"

"Serah," Hadriana began. "This slave knows not to speak."

"He was speaking with me!" Emily pointed out.

"Even so." Hadriana scoffed, turning and stalking away. Emily extended a hand to Leto and he took it.

"Let me help," she murmured. He didn't reply, and Emily knew it was probably in fear of being hit again.

She sighed, she had always hated slavery, sexism and racism. Emily had an idea, however, she would help these slaves, the ones she met, anyway. She'd protect them, help them, try to free them, even if it meant, costing her, her life...