I had convinced myself I had posted this D: I'm so sorry for the dely xx

Ellethe: It is a redo, I'm sorry for the terrible grammar and spelling of the first one XD I didn't realise how bad it was. Not that I've improved that much.

Geeky Momma: (Love the name) I will keep posting as long as you let me know what you think of each chapter, be it review or PM, don't mind :P I just like to know what you're thinking. This chapter isn't very exciting. Just to let you know

Chapter 2

Finally she had reached Ansburg, not much farther to go now. The landscape hadn't changed apart from the large river that occasionally crossed her path. It was getting harder to avoid large settlements or villages as they cropped up out the blue. Bandit attacks had become more frequent as well. Hawke sighed, her mind drifting over the past couple of weeks. Her footsteps trudged against the rough gravel path, she was oblivious to her surroundings as she ran her hand over the fence of the field beside the path, risking splinters; a couple of horses peered at her with interest before deciding that as she was neither food or threat she didn't matter. Treacherously her mind wandered over to the night when he walked past her camp, there was a moment when... No! bad mind, bad! She stopped, raising her hand to forehead, her thumb rubbing her temple. 'Why, why, why, why?! Why is my mind doing this to me? Ugh... ' She complained, there was something about him. Hawke continued walking giving in to her train of thought and allowing herself to think about him. It was just, his eyes; when they looked at her it was like he was reading exactly what she was thinking, like he knew just how scared she was, how worringly comfortable she was with the thought of him entering past her wards, when hours before she had run for her life thinking he was a slaver. Knuckling her head with her hand as she dwelled on the facts so much they hurt, she hopped over the fence and strolled past the horses. One of them whickered at her she looked up, 'hey sweetie, aren't you lovely,' she said smiling. Whinnying a reply, the mare loped lazily over; Hawke had always liked horses, they just seemed quite content just to run around or eat grass. After rubbing the mare's nose she leant her head against the horse's and decided to take a step away from sanity, 'why is he bothering me so much?' She asked, 'it's just one man, it's so annoying that it's annoying me so much.' Gazing into the creature's eyes Hawke found herself giggling, she must have taken a leap instead of a step because she burst into laughter while twining her mane through her fingers. 'You can't understand me, can you girl? No didn't think so, still thanks for listening to me whinge and whine and generally complain.' Giving the mare one last pat she continued to wander across the field, the mare deciding that more attention might be given, trotted after her.

Heading into the tree line Hawke paused, instead of usually aiming for the cover of the trees she set up camp on the edge of the field, her wards glowed brightly; these were her first line of defense if anything bigger than a cat were to come within a few metres she would know, if she wished the wards would release a small stunning glyph, hopefully letting whatever it was to stay away. Her fire flickered, casting the forest behind her into deep ominous shadows. The mare had stayed with her and was currently laying down acting as a wind barrier for Hawke, she was curled up between the mare's legs with her blanket wrapped around her, in her little cocoon of warmth they both drifted into sleep.

He watched her from further inbetween the trees, she fascinated him. He had seen her earlier in Solas, then Tantervale, then again in the Green Dales, it was too much to be a coincidence. He thought she was a slaver until the moment that he saw her in the village and she was bartering with a shop keeper. She was dressed in the minimum: large cloak, leggings and large boots. Selling weapons and a few items of silver, she simply imposed a presence that made the shop keeper very uncomfortable; twitching, sweating and stuttering he finally gave into her demands. And then he saw why, she turned and looked straight at him, he could feel his heart stop, his breath shallowed and he just stared. Half over her face was covered in bandages and her cloak kept most of her hair away from her face but a few strands had blown free, long and slighlty curled it hypnotised him as it flowed in the breeze. Her uncovered eye captured him, ice blue in colour, the sheer uniqueness threw him off, but the intense piercing gaze held him in place. She was tall, smaller than himself but tall for a woman, in her early twenties he guessed, her clothing hid her figure but from the appreciative glances from the men around her said it all. As quickly as it came the moment passed, fear grew in her stance and without warning she turned and ran, throwing people out her way in her haste. Shocked he threw up his hand in her direction and was going to call out but she had already gone, he ran his hand through his hair; getting too long again he noted. 'Foolish' he muttered although wether it was directed at the young woman or himself he wasn't sure.

Hiking through the forest he saw a glow from between the trees, placing his hand on his blade he cautiously stepped toward the source. It was her, sitting cross legged behind her fire, she looked like she was daydreaming as the fire waved and flickered in front of her. His shadow crossed in front of her and she sharply looked up, he held her gaze lowering his hand from his blade, he tried desperately to looked relaxed and unimposing even raising an eyebrow although in hindsight that might have looked a bit patronizing. She didn't move as if she was actually cotemplating allowing him to stay, but then her fists tightned, he managed to catch her eye, not wanting to aggravate her he simply nodded and continued walking. The memory of her fear haunted him.

He would not impose tonight, turning he walked further into the forest, away from her camp. He slowed after a mile and decided to head to side for a while to give her a wide berth. She did things to his head that he didn't trust. He was an escaped slave to a powerful blood mage back in Minrathous, he didn't escape in Minrathous but in the port town of Vyrantium when his old master was to leave for Seheron. He grinned at the thought of the look of astonishment on the old man's face. The thought warmed him as he settled down for the night to sleep.

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