So here's chapter 2 and my beta wanted a brief summary of what happened over the course of the game for my Hawke. Hawke had no romantic attachments. Thus she and Varric are very close. She also sided with the mages in most cases, but was against the overall separation of mages from the circle. She understands that she is an exception, not the rule. Carver was sent to the wardens and Anders was set free. Sebastian left and none of her other companions went against her during the final battle. Oh and does anyone know if I have to put a disclaimer in every chapter?

*Disclaimer* All the dragon age stuff belongs to Bioware and all the Halo stuff belongs to Microsoft. My characters are my own!

A Different Section of the Forerunner Installation:

Jul'Mdama was rapidly becoming rather scared and was quickly approaching his wits end. He had taken to pacing back and forth in what he would have assumed to have been the control room of the Forerunner facility. He was beginning to learn the hard way that it was not in fact the control room.

Two of his guards had just been found dead.

With his dying breath one of them had managed to report that a demon had been seen and engaged within the facility. A Demon. He should have felt flattered, but the rapid beating of his hearts indicated an entirely different feeling.

He had never faced one of them in person, but had heard the stories. It was said that one of them had single handedly destroyed a sacred ring and was personally responsible for wiping out the last of the Prophets. Mdama knew for certain that he did not want to be added to the list of casualties claimed by these demons.

Mdama had been so engrossed in his wandering train of thought and far too panicked to notice the silent shadow watching him from the rafters.

Arvo, from above, peered down his scope at his target.

Mdama seemed to hold himself above the others as if he was the absolute pinnacle example of his entire race; and it irked Arvo to no end. He barely managed to restrain himself from pulling the trigger on his weapon. There was something about fanatical zealots that bothered him to no end. He had never been fanatically obsessed about anything. Loyal? Yes. Fanatical? Not a chance. Not even for the religion he was born into. The moment it went against his moral code, he had dropped it without a second thought.

He contemplated pulling the trigger again, but stopped himself. Mdama was everything the Sangheili people were trying not to be - he was ruthless and he purposely targeted non-combatants. At this range he knew a bullet from his gun wouldn't pierce the Zealot-class shielding Mdama was utilizing, so there was no point in giving away his position for a shot that most likely wouldn't result in a one-hit kill.

Taking time, he risked a quick glance at his radar and saw that Wraith was getting closer to his location. He would allow his friend to draw the attention of the various forces Mdama had surrounded himself with, giving himself the chance needed to assassinate the pathetic waste of space.

Below him Mdama was shouting orders to his subordinates to move out. Something about a control room?

The blasted disgrace of an Elite was moving locations. The bastard was not making this mission any easier to complete. He keyed the built-in communicator in his armor, "Wraith, Mdama is on the move. Are you purposely taking forever?"

Wraith's hushed, but equally flustered, voice came swiftly in reply. "The faster I move, the more this camouflage tech reveals. Why couldn't you get me one that was constant?"

"Perhaps, you are just using it wrong. You did read the manual, right?" Arvo said while smirking slightly.

Wraith seemed to be the only person who could get him to smile, which he reflected on with a fair bit of humor. Arvo would never tell Wraith how much the camouflage tech actually meant to him. To part with it had been one of the hardest things Arvo had ever done. It had been a gift from his father, who had recovered the item from the body of a treacherous Sangheili General, the brother of the previous Arbiter. A family of brutes, that bunch. Arvo also knew that he had not given his partner a manual for it, seeing as there wasn't one to begin with.

"Wait… There's a manual?" Wraith questioned.

Arvo simply responded with a resounding and firm "No."

Wraith responded with a very explicit string of curses that Arvo guessed would cause many others to cower in fear. Arvo only smiled. He knew Wraith would take good care of the gift and put it to much better use in these engagements of theirs than he ever could. That had been the reason he was finally able to part with. Always practical, per usual.

The last of Mdama's guards had finally followed their arrogant leader out of the room and it was safe for him to move. Arvo dropped the thirty or so feet from his perch and activated his own somewhat less powerful camouflage to follow. He had no plans on stumbling upon the enemy exactly like Wraith had earlier.

Wraith was a curious SPARTAN - when Arvo took the time to think about it. The man preferred to combat his opponents in an up-close and personal manner. If he wasn't in danger of being shot at every time he got close to an enemy, he probably would have stabbed, punched, or kicked everything to death. Wraith was one of the few SPARTANs not in the second generation who could take him in close quarters combat.

Arvo keyed his radio again, "I'm following our target. Please try and catch up."

A groan was his only response, to which Arvo only smirked again.

The Deck of The Siren's Call on the Amaranthine Ocean:

Varric was becoming quite worried. With no romantic attachments to distract her, Gwen had spent most of her nights drinking with him at the Hanged Man. Good times, those. But now he was lost without his best friend. He felt like he had left half of himself back in the courtyard with that crazy Templar bitch's statue. Bianca was a good listener, but he missed the two way street he had found in Gwen. She was sarcastic and witty, but genuine when it mattered. She was everything he wanted in a best friend, and if Bianca hadn't so thoroughly taken all of his heart there might have been more room for her within it. If she had been attracted to him in that particular way. He hoped she could recover from the emotional upheaval of those last few days spent in , a part of him knew that it would be a long and difficult process as it seemed that she was also suffering through every emotional issue she had kept bottled up over the years.

No, worried was putting it too mildly. Varric was shitting his pants in fear and overwhelming concern for Gwen's mental stability. Currently she was quiet and isolating herself, where usually she was anything but. He could tell from the glances Fenris and Isabella shot him every once in a while that they were worried as well. But to what degree? He wasn't exactly sure. Plus he had no idea what they expected him to do about it.

She spent most of her days in her cabin, rarely coming out. Another thing that continued to bother him, was that she wouldn't speak to him. Her only true companion was Boomer, who absolutely refused to leave his mistress's side. Varric would have been jealous if he didn't know how much the Mabari truly meant her. Maybe the Mabari understood more than they did. That dog was probably the main reason she was still going.

Varric and Fenris alternated turns bringing her food. Broody was attempting to reassure himself she had not become even broodier than he was. Must be it. Speaking of him, Broody and Rivaini were rather close these days. Oh well, thoughts for a time when Gwen wasn't emotionally distraught.

It was her behavior towards him that had Varric bothered the most. She would give him a half-hearted smile that never reached her eyes, accept the food, and then close the door. All of this without saying a single word to him.

She never sought out conversation, a far cry from the sarcastic and witty Gwen that he loved so dearly. But when prompted enough she would reply, her tone flat and emotionless. It Her very tone grated on his ears, as it was so unlike her previous self.

Varric could not even maintain eye contact when she responded to him in that way. It was too unnerving. Gwen's violet colored eyes were glazed and unfocused, seemingly staring away into an abyss of nothingness. A far cry from the stalwart leader and close friend she had been just a short month ago.

Eventually he had stopped trying to speak to her, that didn't stop him from checking up on her every chance he got. It was time for him, Isabela, and Fenris to have a little chat about what to do with their out-of-sorts leader.

They would be arriving in Antiva in a matter of days. He hoped he would see more of the old Gweneira Hawke by then. Hey, a dwarf can be optimistic when he wants to. He hoped together they could come up with something to cheer her up. Otherwise this was going to turn out being a very long trip.

Hawke's Quarters on The Siren's Call:

Gwen sat silently in her borrowed bed, drying her tears from previous night. Isabella had graciously lent her the room, as it had the most room and the benefit of thicker walls. She was grateful that no one could hear her cry and see how weak she was being. Boomer had sat patiently by her side, his warmth a constant comfort. He never seemed to judge her and he would always hold a special place in her heart.

Thank the Maker for the day he had found her. She had been climbing a tree on the outskirts of Highever; though she couldn't exactly remember why, when she had fallen from the tree and broken her leg. She had been seven at the time. A young girl around her age with two puppies following her had stumbled upon Gwen lying in the grass fighting back her tears; as she was attempting to make a makeshift splint. She was extremely surprised by the girl's immediate reaction. The girl had fretted and asked if she should go get help. Gwen had drawn a quick map in the dirt of where the girl could find her father, Malcolm Hawke. However, the girl did not want to leave Hawke alone and asked if either of the Mabari pups would stay with her. The runt of the two pups had immediately stepped forward curling next to her unbroken leg.

The girl had been gone for only about five minutes - must have been, the puppy couldn't have distracted her that well. She came around the corner, practically dragging her father. His eyes were rife with suspicion, before spotting his daughter and rushing over. With no concern for his safety, he called forth his healing magic and healed her broken leg. Once he was sure that Gwen was no longer in pain, he remembered himself, and looked over at the other little girl, who was staring at the sky, whistling while scratching the larger Mabari pup's ear. Upon realizing that she wasn't going to go running to the Templars, her father had asked her name. What had her name been? Elise? Eliza? No, it had been Elissa. Definitely Elissa.

Elissa had turned to leave, calling both Mabar pups to her; but the one that had stayed with her remain seated by Gwen. Elissa had smiled and just kept walking.

That was the first happy memory of her childhood she'd thought about in a rather long period of time. She realized a pattern though, every time she had been happy, it had been preceded by pain. At this rate, the Maker owed her some real happiness. She had gotten Carver back, but at the cost of losing her mother, Leandra. She had met Fenris, only after being tricked by the dwarf Anso. She had become friends with Isabella, at the cost of her betrayal concerning the Tome of Koslun. Merrill was openly a bloodmage, but was naïve to the consequences of her choices upon others, which had led to the tragedy that had befallen Keeper Marethari. She also came to realize that it was Varric Tethras and Aveline Vallen who were the only friends to come, no strings attached.

She knew she should be out and walking around the ship, but Gwen wanted nothing more than to sit and wallow in her own self-pity. The two sides of her personality warred against each other, and Gwen hated the resulting conflicting emotions, making her all the more confused as to what would be the better choice.

Most of these past few days had been spent having her hardened Hawke persona trying to force and confine her softer Gwen nature into the background. Gwen would not allow herself to give in this time. She would not allow herself to continue bottle up her emotions, it could not be healthy. She hadn't the strength to keep all of these warring emotions bottled up within herself anymore. All of the years that she had prevented herself from crying had suddenly come streaming out of her over the past few days. She would not have made it through the first week with her sanity intact had it not been for Boomer's constant companionship and his inability to judge her.

She was valiantly trying to find the strength to recover, for Varric and Carver's sake at least. She wouldn't leave her brother as the last Hawke, and if she was going to die…. It would be after Varric. The afterlife wouldn't be much of one without her trusty dwarf by her side. Hopefully she would be able to drag herself out of this self contsructed pit of misery, with his help, eventually. She had faith in him. Maybe that was the reason why her spirit companion was Faith.

Gwen realized she would never fully be able to stand on her own ever again. She was too broken, and what was even worse was the fact that she had no idea how to fix herself. She hoped she could find someone else to help her stand on her own two feet once again.

Yes that was Elissa Cousland. No she is not the Warden. I'll give a brief summary of the blight. Solona Amell was the Warden. She romanced Zevran. Gave her life in Final Battle. Set Alistair on the throne alone. He is now in an arranged marriage with Elissa Cousland. Sided with Mages. Saved elves. Nathanial is now Warden-Commander after Orleisian Warden ransacked Amaranthine. Architect is dead. Bhelen is on the throne of Orzammar. Destroyed Anvil of the Void. Both Isolde and Connor are alive. Thanks for reading! Chapter 3 will be posted sometime within this week hopefully.

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