Flashback
The first thing Marian thought of when she woke up in the morning was that the forest is too quiet. She tries to reach for her blades under her bedroll. She is alert and nervous. Her father takes her on these trips because she is the oldest (by only 2 years at age 16) and knows how to use two swords and a bow.
Marian is not a vain girl she knows she is average looking she has short black hair and her father's striking blue eyes. She is of average height but this is to her advantage when trying to sneak and working on her rouge skills. She is much better suited to sneaking than Carver. Carver is all rush in and bash let everyone know he is coming. Marian is better at hiding in the shadows and tries to only kills when needed.
Sensing the out of place quiet she quickly packs up their stuff and nudges her father awake. Handing him some dry rations as they proceed to get and pack up. She moves to put her cloak on. Chilled even though she has on her long sleeved armor, winter is starting to end and the air often still has a bite to it.
"Papa, when will we see the Dalish?" Marian Hawke asks as she lifts up her father's pack to hand to him and their tent. "Their camp is roughly 2 more days from here." Malcolm Hawke grunts after shouldering his pack. Malcolm often trades with the Dalish for magical items as he provides them with healing training as he is a spirit healer.
Are you there? Can you hear me? A voice whispers softly into her mind.
"Papa!" Marian Whispers loudly and grabs both of her swords and moves into a battle ready stance. Seeing her actions her father quietly pulls out his staff. "What do you sense?" he inquires.
"I hear a voice in my mind." She worries her bottom lip, tilts her head and focuses intently in the distance. "Hello?" "What is going on?" Marian thinks back to the entity.
The forest around her goes completely pitch black. She can see or hear nothing. She cannot even see the hand in front of her face. Suddenly in front of her appears a beautiful woman. The woman is silhouetted by light. However, the look on her face, made Marian want to run into the nearest Chantry and confess everything in her life at top speed.
She is unable to move any part of her body except her head. Frustratingly enough she realizes she is standing in the middle of a glyph. Puzzled she thinks back to her sister's lessons with her father and tries to remember what the glyph is.
"Hello child." The woman initiated conversation by lightly touching her arm.
As Marian looks down she realized she was not wearing her armor but an outfit made of fur and lined with fur. The fur is the softest she has ever felt. It is an indescribable white color. It is so white it is almost silver. Her top was sleeveless and only covered the top of her chest. Her midriff and her whole back are bare. The bottom was a skirt and started at her pelvic bone and only had ties at the sides it came to a point like two triangles tied together. Her feet have been clad in boots made of fur tied together around the sides and she has matching bracers.
Her swords have also been changed. She now holds two daggers made of star metal with handles shaped like wolves guarded by a Hawk. The tip of the blade appears as a wolf head. The sides of the dagger handle are a hawk with its wings spread out. On one side of the handle facing the blade has a claw extended from the wolf. The other side of the handle facing the blade is talons extended from the hawk. The eyes of the wolf are two small emeralds. The eyes of the Hawk are two bright small sapphires. The gems sparkle and swirl with magic. The daggers also appear to have four rune slots.
The blade itself it etched with symbols many she does not know but two symbols she does and those two symbols are the symbols for the Templar and the Seeker. She can tell the blades will make her attacks faster, longer and attack harder as well as doing nature damage. There is a slight sheen on the daggers, when looking one way they look blue, when looking at them in a different direction they glow green.
Without understanding how, she knows the daggers have names. The dagger glowing mostly blue is named Fang, the dagger glowing green is Talon.
She knows it is star metal because a man blacksmith called Dryden came to lathering one summer and showed her the metal and how he worked it into a two handed blade. The blade was commissioned for a Duke of Orlais, Bryce Cousland had ordered it.
Marian looks up sharply at the woman and in trepidation.
"You have been chosen. You have the blood of Amell. That is an ancient magical line and we have been looking for you for a long time. You will be blessed or cursed depending on how you view it. Your line is chosen for a gift. A gift you will need in the future," as she continues touching Marian.
Where she touches tingles as she looks down her arms are covered in a tattoo there are symbols and beautiful images of wolves intertwined with vines and a paw that looks like a wolf paw intertwines with a talon she assumes is a Hawk talon. The woman moves to her back and traces her back with both hands. As she is touched the tingling turns into a stinging sensation and a tightening like her muscles are working out hard with a lot of training after a day of hard work with Carver. But the pain is manageable and is a good kind of pain. She can feel more images appear on her back and at the base of her spine. The woman taps her fingers over her legs the front and back. On her shins symbols of the moon are intertwined.
The woman covers her hand over her lower stomach and heat sears though her and her thighs start to get wet from arousal. Her mind is screaming at her. Marian mentally wants to flee and worries for her Father. But her body screams for release. Burned into her abdomen is a Dalish symbol. She has seen this in her father's books. It is the Dalish symbol for fertility!
"You will carry her vessel, she will return, with the strength given to you and your protectors you will bring her into the world and she will free us all!" the woman then reaches down and touches her intimately.
Confused Marian had only ever touched herself and only a handful of times. Her body explodes. As the light explodes behind her eyes and she finds release her body is released from movement and starts to change. Her muscles all tighten down and other muscles release. When the light dims she realizes the woman is towering over her. She looks down and sees paws. She is lying down. She turns her head looking down and back at herself. She is a wolf! A sparkling white wolf! It looks like the same fur color as the armor. She looks at the woman and whines in confusion.
"You can think to who you want to communicate with them; in this form. You will also understand all speech but can only think in languages you know." The woman looks at her with pride andwhat appears to be hope.
"Who are you? Who is coming back? Why me? Why am I in this form? Am I a mage? Who are my protectors? What does this have anything to do with Templar and Seeker symbols? Will I be human again? How do I change forms? " Marian thinks in a fast string of questions if talking she would be out of breath.
"Peace! I am your Guardian, you can call me Ealisay. I will be here when you need me. You can change forms at will but at night in a forest will be easiest, you will also be at your strongest right at the moon rise and fall. To change forms you will simply will it. Eventually you may with practice be able to partially change forms. And you will always be able to communicate with other wolves. We are out of time child you will need to leave here. Your other questions will be answered in time. Now let's practice. Think human." The woman tilts her head to the side and pulls out a vial of lyrium and drinks it while watching with excitement and anticipation.
Standing up on all fours Marian closes her eyes and thinks about herself being human, thinking about looking at herself in a mirror. She changes form in a significantly smaller light show than before and raises her hands in front of her and rotates them. Her fur armor and daggers are still with her.
"Your path will be difficult and many would try to harm you and your but do not lose hope and stay strong you will overcome and you will be much loved. For now get stronger and try to find your protectors. They will need you as much as you will need them. Now awake." Ealisay bows her head and says a small chant then Marian drops down unconscious.
Marian opens her eyes and looks over to her father and their gear is there. "What a bizarre dream!" She moves to wake her father up in the forest and stops as she stares down in awe and horror. On her pack next to their campfire is a folded set of fur armor with boots, bracers and two daggers.