Authors Note: Let me just say that I'm very surprised at how much attention this story got within twenty four hours. I thank all the people that reviewed and story-alerted this fic. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I had school work that took me away from this story for a couple of days, but luckily I had plenty of time time to sit in front of my laptop and spend about four hours finishing this chapter. I'm also amused at all your opinions on Hawke's mystery girl. I won't reveal who it is for a few more chapter, but some seem to have an idea of who it is... or maybe you don't! You'll just have to wait and see ;)
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You know how the story begins. The Blight had come to Fereldan. The first attempt to stop it was at the ruins of Ostagar. My brother, Carver, and I served in King Cailan's army together. When Loghain betrayed the King, the Darkspawn soon overwhelmed us. Once we had heard of Cailan's death, my brother and I ran. With the army defeated, we both knew it was only a matter of time before the horde reached Lothering. We ran home as fast as our legs could carry us, but by the time we got there the Darkspawn were hot on our heels. We grabbed our mother and little sister, Bethany, and just barely made it out of our home in time before the Darkspawn got to it. We ran. We didn't know where we were going when we did, but we had to get away.
The Hawke family ran for their lives through the Southron Hills. A small group of Darkspawn had caught up to them from the now-burning village of Lothering. Garrett Hawke, the oldest of the Hawke children was at the head of the fleeing family. His mother, Leandra, stood in-between his younger siblings, Bethany and Carver. They had been running from Lothering for nearly half an hour and the family matriarch was showing signs of heavy fatigue, but pressed forward after looking back at the dark, deadly blades, sharp teeth and soulless eyes that were chasing after her. Unfortunately, she wasn't as young as she once was and it wasn't long before her legs gave out and she collapsed on the ground gasping for breath. Her children heard her fall and immediately stopped in their tracks. They ran back towards their fallen mother ready to defend her against the foul demons.
Bethany was the first to react and immediately set the path behind her family ablaze with a Fireball spell, incinerating the Darkspawn at the head of the pack. The other three pressed forward through the flames and raised their swords. Garrett quickly removed the twin daggers on his back and charged the Darkspawn head on. The first Darkspawn raised its sword prepared cut Garrett in half. Garrett swung his blade and slashed at the creature's throat, cutting deep enough to render the Darkspawn nearly headless. He watched it fall in a dead heap behind him and then quickly turned to face the second Darkspawn that charged him. It reared its blade back and prepared to run him through. Garrett sidestepped the attack and drove his dagger through an opening in the monster's armor underneath its armpit and into its tainted heart. The Darkspawn went limp on his blade and Garrett kicked off onto the ground. The final Darkspawn came within inches of Garrett, sword poised for a killing blow. Garrett wouldn't be able to defend against it in time, but luckily he didn't have to. His brother, Carver, drew his greatsword from his back, leapt up into the air and brought his blade down as hard as he could on the Darkspawn, effectively cleaving it in half.
With the Darkspawn dead, Bethany ran to her mother's side and helped her to her feet. Garrett and Carver sheathed their weapons and gathered around their mother.
"I think that's all of them," Carver said with relief.
"For the moment," Bethany added.
"Maker save us, we've lost it all," Leandra said sadly. "Everything your father and I built…"
"We're still alive; that's what's important" Garrett said, hoping it would help.
"Yes. You're right," Leandra said, appearing slightly less distressed at that fact.
"We should have run sooner! Why did we wait so long?" she asked, looking accusingly at Carver.
"Why are you looking at me?" Carver asked, offended by the comment. "Garrett and I have been running since Ostagar!"
The family turned around towards the hissing of more Darkspawn behind them. The flames from Bethany's Fireball had grew and managed to keep the Darkspawn at bay for the moment.
"You two can argue about this later," Garrett said. "Looks like we're going have to keep running."
"Please, listen to your brother," Leandra said to the arguing fraternal twins.
"Then let's go. Lead on" Carver said to Garrett with that usually hint of envy that was not lost on Garrett. Were it not for the current situation, the eldest Hawke sibling would have rolled his eyes at his younger brother, so instead he lead his family further through the hills away from their former home.
They came across another small group of Darkspawn, but the proved very little challenge for the Hawke family. Garrett and Carver both knew that there was most likely more Darkspawn up ahead since they tended to travel together in droves. The family resumed their fleeing, but it wasn't long before Bethany asked the question they had failed to consider since they left Lothering.
"Wait! Where are we going?" she asked bring the family to a stop.
"Away from the Darkspawn. Where else?" Carver answered as if it should have been obvious.
"And then where?" Bethany challenged. "We can't just wander aimlessly!"
"Wherever we go, it's important that we stay together," Garrett interjected. Now was not the time for his siblings to be arguing.
"We can go to Kirkwall," Leandra stated.
"Kirkwall? Are you sure?" Garrett asked. He knew that they had to escape the Darkspawn, but he hadn't considered actually leaving Fereldan to do it, especially to Kirkwall of all places.
"There's a lot of Templars in Kirkwall, mother," Bethany pointed out. She clearly wasn't fond of the idea either. Avoiding the Templars in Lothering had been challenging enough. Going to a city that was practically crawling with their Order could not possibly end well.
"I know that, but we still have family there- and an estate," Leandra said.
Bethany sighed. Her mother had a good point. They had lost everything they ever had in Lothering. They had no money, no home, or any other possessions. At least in Kirkwall they had a family home and a relative that would take care of them.
"Then we need to get Gwaren and take ship," she conceded.
"If we survive that long," Carver said cynically. "I'll just be happy to get out of here."
They set off once again, but it wasn't long before they ran into more Darkspawn.
Carver was the first one that charged into battle, using his greatsword to sunder any Darkspawn unfortunate enough to be in its path. Garrett used his daggers in tandem to defend and attack the Darkspawn. Bethany used her magic to burn or freeze her attackers and when they got too close she cracked their skulls with the blunt ends of her staff.
After killing yet another Darkspawn, Garrett looked to the side to see the other half of the group of Darkspawn surrounding a man a woman several yards away.
The woman had ginger hair and well-toned body- an obvious woman warrior. She swung her longsword with perfect form and gave no quarter to the Darkspawn. The man fighting beside her fought with a sword and shield, but Garrett recognized the design on the shield and the suit armor he wore. The man was a Templar.
The woman swung her sword upward from the right to parry a downward strike from a Darkspawn blade and then swung it upward from the left and slashed the Darkspawn deeply across the chest. The Templar used his shield to block a strike from a Darkspawn and then used it to knock the blade away before slashing his sword horizontally beneath the Darkspawn's chest plate. He was brought to his knees by a Darkspawn had snuck up behind him and slashed him across the back. The Templar dropped his shield and stumbled back against a boulder defenseless. The Darkspawn was about to deliver the killing blow when he was tackled to the ground by the woman. She slammed her fist into the creature's face twice before reaching for her sword.
"You will not have him!" she stated angrily as she pressed her blade against the Darkspawn's throat and successfully decapitated it.
She then picked up the Templar's shield and ran to him to help him stand.
"They will not have you!" she said with conviction before she and the Templar faced the Darkspawn once more. "Not while I'm here!"
The Darkspawn charged on them and the pair prepared to defend themselves against the greater numbers.
Garrett ran up behind the one of Darkspawn and slit its throat. Carver ran past him and thrust his blade into another Darkspawn. The woman and her Templar companion appeared surprised but quickly got over it and joined the newcomers in slaying the Darkspawn. The woman slammed her shield against one the creature's faces, disorienting it and then following up with a stab to its stomach. Bethany froze a Darkspawn that was about to attack Carver and he slammed his sword pommel into the frozen creature with great force causing it to shatter. Garrett blocked a blow from another Darkspawn with one of his daggers and spun the other in his hand so it faced inwards and the jammed the blade into the Darkspawn's neck. Bethany set the last two ablaze with her Fireball leaving the group victorious.
With Darkspawn defeated, the woman tended to her Templar companion.
"Stop squirming, Wesley. You'll make it worse," she chided as she gently tried to keep him steady.
The Templar faced the Hawke's and, as was expected of member of his Order, the first thing he took notice of was Bethany's staff.
"Apostate! Keep your distance!" he said with a glare, his hand reaching for his sword once more.
"Well, the Maker has a sense of humor," Bethany said sardonically. "Darkspawn and now a Templar. I thought they all abandoned Lothering."
"The 'spawn are clear in their intent, but a mage is always unknown," the Templar, Wesley, stated matter-of-factly. "The Order dictates…"
"Wesley…" the woman chided. She clearly thought that this was not the best time for him to be concerned about apostates.
"That woman is an apostate," he pointed out to the woman beside him. "The Order dictates…" he began again as he made a move towards Bethany, but was stopped by Garrett. The two glared daggers at each other. Garrett, fully prepared to strike the Templar down if he so much as laid a hand on his sister and Wesley, ready to fight Garrett off if he kept him from performing his holy duty.
"Dear, they saved us. The Maker understands," the redhead said, trying to ease the tension.
Wesley seemed to consider her words for a few moments before his gaze on the Hawke family softened somewhat.
"Of course," he conceded.
"I am Aveline Valllen," the woman said. "This is my husband, Ser Wesley. We can hate each when we're safe from the horde."
"A rather strange time to be hunting apostates, don't you think? His fellow knights left with the Chantry priests," Garrett stated. When he and Carver arrived in Lothering, the Templars were already gone.
"I was traveling to Denerim on business for the Order," Wesley explained, "but I had to turn south when I heard of Ostagar."
"Bad luck- and judgment- brought us together here before the attack," Aveline said.
"The nice Templar has been convinced to postpone his hunt for illegal mages. So let's not dwell on it shall we," Bethany said, clearly wanting to get away from Wesley as soon as possible.
"Wise girl," Aveline commented.
Garrett nodded in agreement; the Darkspawn were the prime concern and they would need all the help they could get to escape the horde.
"How bad is that wound? Can you fight?" he asked Wesley.
"I think my sword arm's a loss, even with healing," Wesley said sadly.
"Then you will have mine. As always," Aveline said with a smile before turning back to the Hawke family.
"For now, we move with you. North is cut off. We barely escaped the main body of the horde."
"Then we're trapped!" Carver said in frustration. The Wilds are to the south! That's no way out!"
"We're not taking are chances with the main body of the horde," Garrett said as he continued down the path. "We go south."
"Are you mad?" Carver asked, placing on hand on his brother's shoulder. "You want to go towards more Darkspawn!"
"We don't have a whole lot of options, Carver," Garrett said patiently. "There are fewer Darkspawn in the south; it's the lesser of two evils."
"You're leading us into the lion's den!" Carver said angrily.
"I'm trying to get us to Gwaren!" Garrett said, trying to keep his temper in check. "Would you have us travel north farther away from our destination and into the lion's mouth?"
"Stop it you two!" Leandra demanded. "You're acting like children!"
Carver glared at his brother once more before shaking his head in anger.
"Fine! We'll follow him like always!"
Garrett let out a sigh of frustration and continued to lead the group along the cliff path.
They encountered several more straggling Darkspawn along the way, but with the inclusion of Aveline, the Hawkes managed to defeat them with relative ease. They had some trouble with the next group that included a Darkspawn Emissary, but with the help of Bethany's ranged magic and Garrett's speed, it was dispatched with minimal injury to the group. They managed to find a few health poultices on the bloody bodies of some unfortunates that had not been able to escape the Darkspawn.
After the battle the group walked up the path that led to a small clearing against a small rocky hill. The area was adorned with several wooden spikes that had several human heads pierced through them. They had to stop to give Leandra a moment to breathe once she saw the skulls, but then they were once again on the move.
After a few seconds, the party started to feel small tremors in the earth. They small tremors soon became larger within seconds and small cloud of dust began to appear on the path in front of them. Soon a massive horned figure came into view.
The creature had sickly grey skin, and a dark grey hide. It wore black armor and had massive dark horns that were made for the sole purpose of goring. Carver and Garrett recognized it as an ogre, the largest and most fearsome soldier of the Darkspawn horde.
The creature charged past the group, who dove out of the way in order to avoid getting stomped, and then it skidded to a halt. It let out a vicious roar and then set its sights on Leandra. Carver ran in front of her, his greatsword already in hand.
"You soulless bastards!" he shouted angrily. He had had it with these Darkspawn threatening his family. He would stand for it no longer.
The ogre reached out for Carver and the young man swung his sword as hard as he could against the monster's armored arm. The ogre reared its hand back in pain and roared angrily at Carver. It lashed at him with his its other hand and hefted Carver up into the air before slamming him hard into the ground several times. It then tossed Carver aside, a bloody, broken, mess.
"Carver!" Leandra shouted, as she ran to her son's side.
Garrett looked towards his brother's body and then at the ogre. The thing stared back at him and roared loudly. Garrett glared at it and grabbed his daggers. With a battle cry he charged at the monster. The ogre slammed its giant fists into the ground causing a massive quake that made Garrett lose his balance and fall to the ground. It reared its fist back and prepared to crush Garrett. Bethany stopped it by launching a fireball into its face. The ogre stumbled back in roared in pain before setting its sights on Bethany this time. The mage launched another fireball into the Ogre's face. The attack only served to anger the monster further and it launched itself at Bethany, its deadly horns ready to skewer her. Aveline grabbed Bethany and dove out the ogre's path. The red quickly pulled herself up from the ground and ran at the ogre with her sword reared back for a thrust. She drove the blade deeply into the back of the giant's knee. The ogre fell to the ground howling in pain before swatting Aveline away. She was flung a few yards back and fell to the ground with a pained shriek, but she wa otherwise alive. The ogre struggled to stand with the sword in its leg, but ignored and turned on Bethany once again. She pointed her staff towards the monster's foot and froze it to the ground. Garrett took this opportunity to run up behind the ogre and jump onto its back. The ogre tried to throw Garrett off, but he managed to avoid getting thrown off by digging his dagger into its back. He reached the ogre's neck and jammed the dagger into its throat over and over again until it fell to the ground. It let out one last defiant roar before all life left it.
Garrett jumped off the ogre's body and helped his sister to her feet. They ran towards Wesley and Aveline, the latter of which was nursing a couple of broke ribs from the ogre's backhand. They made their way towards Leandra and Carver's body.
"Carver, wake up! The battle's over. We're fine!" she said as she gently shook her son's body. Carver wasn't breathing.
"I'm sorry, mistress" Aveline said, her tone soft. "Your son is gone."
"No! These things will not take Carver!" she cried.
"He sacrificed his life to save you," Garrett said, placing a comforting hand on his mother's shoulder. She smacked it away.
"I don't want a hero! I want my son!" she shouted angrily. "How could you let him charge off like that? Your little brother! My little boy!"
Garrett hung his head in shame. His mother was right. Carver was always going on about proving himself and how he was always trapped in his older brother's shadow. He should have known Carver would do something foolish.
"Mother, we can't stay here," Bethany pointed out, while fighting back tears. "Carver wouldn't want his sacrifice to be meaningless."
"Allow me to commend your son's soul to the Maker, mistress," Wesley said sympathetically and began his eulogy.
"Ashes we were and ashes we become. Maker, give this young man a place at your side. Let us take comfort in the peace he has found in eternity."
Leandra wiped her tears and kissed her dead son's forehead. "I will never forget you, Carver."
"The best we can do for him now is get out of here alive," Garrett said, offering his hand to his mother. She turned away from him and stood up on her own.
Garrett didn't blame her for hating him. He was the oldest. With his father gone, it fell to him to protect the family and when he brother needed him most, he failed. The only thing he could do now was get his mother and sister to Kirkwall safely. Unfortunately, that window seemed to have closed.
"Flames! We're too late," Aveline said bitterly as she drew her blade once more.
The Darkspawn had caught up to them and appeared in every direction in greater numbers than before. Garrett drew his daggers and Bethany stayed close to Leandra and Wesley.
The three of them fought hard, but no matter how many they defeated, more would appear to take the places of the ones that failed. Soon the group was surrounded and any chance of coming out alive had dropped to zero.
Garrett couldn't help be feel like a completely failure. He had failed Carver and now he would fail the rest of his family. It seemed he would be joining both Carver and his father at the Maker's side very soon.
Suddenly he heard a loud growl from behind him. He turned around to see a giant red colored rock on top of the hill. Upon closer inspection, Garrett concluded they appeared to be wings. His theory was proven correct when they unfurled to reveal a very large and very fierce looking dragon. The great reptile had blood red scales and black horns almost as fearsome as an Ogre's. Based on it it's size, Garrett realized that it must have been a High Dragon.
It would have been impressive if it weren't so terrifying. Now he had the Darkspawn in front and a dragon in back. Now he was sure it was over.
The dragon let out a piercing shriek that caused Garrett and the others to hold the ears in pain. The it flapped its giant wings once before diving from the hilltop and straight for them. It opened its maw and fire spewed out like rushing water. Garrett and the others dove to the ground out of the fire's path. He looked up from the ground and witnessed a very peculiar sight. The dragon and flew straight towards the Darkspawn and proceeded to incinerate them. It flew back around to make a second run at the Darkspawn. This time it grabbed one of the Darkspawn in its mouth and took it into the air with it, chewing it once before spitting out of its mouth and sending it plummeting back to the ground. The dragon turned around and, once again, dove at the Darkspawn. This time it landed on the ground and burned the rest of the now-fleeing Darkspawn and swatted at the ones behind it with its mighty spiked tail. One Darkspawn was to slow to get away and found itself being crushed in the dragon's powerful claws. It then turned its attention to the Hawke's and their two companions who stared back with a mixture of awe and fear.
An even stranger thing happened then. The dragon began to glow a bright golden color and then started to shrink. The flow became brighter and the Hawke's had to shield their eyes. When the light had dimmed, they looked to see that the dragon was gone and in its place was a human.
The human appeared to be an aged woman with long pure white hair. Her hair was also put up in the oddest fashion. Garrett was no expert, but he was sure most girls never tied their hair up into four horn-like knots or adorned their head with a steel headdress. Her outfit was even stranger. She wore a blood red dress that appeared to be made of scales that reveal a small portion of her chest just above her breasts, with a large tail in the back that billowed in the wind behind her and black feathered pauldrons lining her shoulders. Her arms and legs were fully armored in very dark and sinister looking armor.
She sauntered her way over to the group through the flames that the dragon had just used to scorch the Darkspawn. She dragged one of them in her hand, which was now nothing more than a crushed corpse. She looked over the group with piercing gold eyes and a small smirk crossed her features.
"Well, well… what have we here?" she asked.
Garrett slowly walked over to her, wary of any sudden attacks she might make with Bethany close behind him. They heard the sound of clanking armor and turned the heads back to see Wesley stumbling to the ground, looking much worse than he had before.
"It used to be we never got visitors to the Wilds," the woman stated, gaining back the attention of Garrett and Bethany, "but now it seems they arrive in hordes!"
Garrett thought for a moment of how to respond. He didn't want to anger this clearly dangerous woman so he thought it would be best to appear grateful.
"Thank you for help," he said. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't arrived."
"I do! You would have perished You still may," she said as a matter-of-factly before turning around and walking away. "If you wish to flee the Darkspawn, you should know that you're heading in the wrong direction."
"Wait! You can't just leave us here!" Bethany stated. The woman stopped and turned her head to look back at Bethany.
"Can I not?" she asked. "I spotted a most curious sight: a mighty ogre, vanquished! Who could perform such a feat? But now my curiosity is sated and you are safe… for the moment. Is that not enough?"
"We can't get past the Darkspawn on our own," Garrett admitted.
"They are everywhere, or soon will be. Where is it you plan to run to, hmm?" the woman asked curiously.
"We need to get to Kirkwall- in the Free Marches," Bethany answered.
"Kirkwall," the woman asked in surprise. "My, but that is quite the voyage you plan. Your king will not miss you, hmm?"
"I imagine it's hard for the dead to miss anyone," Garrett responded. "All we care about now is getting to Kirkwall safely."
"I see. Hurtled into the chaos you fight… and the world shall shake before you," she said, mostly to herself it seemed.
Garrett raised a brow at her remark and watched her curiously as she turned and started off into the distance seeming contemplative.
"Is it fate or chance? I can never decide," he heard her mutter to herself. After a few seconds of thought, she turned back to the party. "It appears fortune smiles on both of us today. I may be able to help you yet."
"Based on your sudden change of mind, I'm guessing there's a catch," Garrett said wryly. The woman let an amused chuckle.
"There's always a catch! Life is a catch! I suggest you catch it while you can!"
"Maybe we shouldn't trust her," Bethany whispered to her brother. "I don't even know what she is."
"I know what she is," Aveline exclaimed. "The Witch of the Wilds."
"Some call me that," the woman said with a shrug. "Also Flemeth, Asha' bellanar, an "old hag who talks too much". Does it matter? I offer you this: I will get your group past the horde in exchange for a simple delivery to a place not far out of your way. Would you do this for a "Witch of the Wilds"?"
Garrett thought about her offer for a moment. It was definitely promising; a chance for him and his family to get past the Darkspawn safely. But he couldn't make a decision like this without the consent of everyone else.
"Should we trust her?" he asked them.
"Wesley is injured. We'll never escape the Darkspawn," Aveline stated as she tended to her husband, who was now convulsing and pale.
"If you need to, leave me behind," he said through gasps of pain.
"No! I said I would drag you out of here if I had to and I meant it!" she exclaimed.
"It seems, we don't have a choice," Garrett said.
"We never do," Flemeth replied cryptically. "There is a clan of Dalish elves near the city of Kirkwall. Deliver this amulet to their Keeper, Marethari."
She then handed Garrett an amulet. There was nothing special about it really. It was plain gold encrusted amulet with a small ruby in the center. After looking the object over, he placed it in his coin purse.
"Do as she asks with," Flemeth continued, "and any debt between us is paid in full. Before I take you anywhere, however, there is another matter…" she said turning her gaze on Wesley, who was now hacking up blood.
Aveline followed Flemeth's gaze and immediately was put on the defensive.
"No! Leave him alone," she said angrily.
"What has been done to your man is within his blood already," Flemeth explained.
"You lie!"
"She's right, Aveline. I can feel the corruption inside of me," Wesley gasped.
Garrett knew of what he spoke of. He had heard stories of the Darkspawn from the other men at Ostagar. The blood of the Darkspawn was poisonous. If you got even the smallest drop in an opened wound, it would slowly and painfully kill you.
"Is there anything that can be done?" he asked Flemeth.
"The only cure I know of is to become a Grey Warden," she responded.
"And they all died at Ostagar," Garrett said with a frustrated sigh.
"Not all, but the last are now beyond your reach," she said knowingly.
"Aveline, listen to me!" Wesley tried again. Aveline knelt beside him and grasped his hand.
"You can't ask me to do this! I won't!" she said, and Garrett could tell she was fighting back tears.
"Please," Wesley begged. "The corruption is slow death. I can't…"
Garrett could see that Aveline was having a hard time making a decision. Killing a loved one out of mercy was something he never could begin to understand and hopefully would never have to.
"He's your husband, Aveline," Garrett said softly. "Only you can decide his fate."
Aveline looked to Garrett with tears welling up in her eyes and nodded. Garrett knew she understood what had to be done.
"Be strong, my love," Wesley whispered sadly. He removed a dagger from his belt and handed it into his wife's shaky hands.
Aveline removed her husband's chest plate and placed the dagger over his heart. With one final look into her husband's eyes, she plunged the dagger into his chest. Wesley let out one final gasp before the life left his eyes. Aveline bit back a sob and removed the dagger from Wesley's chest. She placed her fingers over Wesley's eyelids and slowly closed them. She stood up away from her husband, trying her best not to break down in front of everyone when Flemeth spoke up from behind her.
"Without an end, there can be no peace," she said. "It gets no easier. Your struggles have only just begun."
"So Flemeth truly was involved?" Cassandra asked.
"Seems that way," Garrett answered.
"I assume that you now have some idea as to what she is."
"I've read what there is to know about her, but I still suspect that she is more than what she seems… much more. If I knew then what I know now, I might have never have brought the amulet to the Dalish."
"What did you think the amulet was?"
"I didn't know what it was and I didn't care at the time, but… after what happened on Sundermount, I got the feeling that I might have made a grave mistake."
"You probably did," Cassandra said. "I'm curious: you haven't seen her in seven years. What do you think she is planning?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if she planned this madness."
"I am inclined to agree with you," Cassandra said with a nod. "Continue."
Hopefully this chapter gave you an idea of how this story will be formatted. It'll be much the same as the way Varric told it in the game.
This chapter took a while to write because I stopped to reconsider the fighting style for Garrett. My original intent was to have him as a rogue, but then I watched the "Destiny" trailer and though it would be cooler to have him as a mage. Then I remembered the games rules that a mage Hawke winds up with Carver for a companion and I absolutely hated having Carver around; he was such an ass! And to make it worse, the bastard actually becomes a Templar is you leave him home during the Deep Roads Expedition! True I could have made it so Bethany survived even though Hawke was a mage, but I realized that there were enough mages in your party already and I didn't want to have to write fight scenes for each of them and have them all be the same. So I decided to keep Hawke a rogue.
I hope the fight scenes in this story weren't terrible. I'm afraid writing out fights is my biggest weakness.
The next chapter should be up soon, provided school doesn't keep me too busy, until then, see y'all next time!
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