Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age, just my OC's
The leaves crunched and cracked under my feet. Templars [sigh] again. I looked up to make sure my mom wasn't to far ahead of me. Morrigan, my mom, was an appostate before I was born. When I was born, I was automaticly an appostate. Raised one, like my mom. Not that I would wan't to become a circle mage. But I could do without the templars. Why Don't they just give up? they're never gonna catch us. Whined a part of my mind. THUMP! I looked over and saw an arrow sticking in a tree an inch from where my head had been. Because they're getting better! I screamed back. So shut up and concentrate on running! THUMP! THUMP! Two more arrows right by where I was.
"Terridan," yelled my mom over her shoulder, "CHANGE!"
I instantly new what she meant. I summoned some of the magic from inside me, pushed it out and around me and made it tighten and keep tightening until I was in the form of a very small mouse. I hid under a root sticking out of the ground. The templars ran past me but I was only half paying attantion.
Why did they want me? Because I'm an appostate. I'm 14 and have virtually no magical power, I can only shoot small fireballs, and can only change into a mouse. I do have this weird power to understand and talk and be understood by, well, everything. But does that matter to them. Does it matter that I'm pretty much like them and have to rely on sword and knives, or even that I'm a rager like my father, the hero of a foreign country called Fereldin. No. Of course not. All that matters to them is that I have a little magical power and I don't belong to The Circle of Magi. That I'm an appostate. A 14 year old appostate. But still, an appostate.
I heard the sound of leather shoes on dead leaves coming toward me. And since templars wear metal, Iknew it was my mom and that she had finished off the templars.
"Hey Mom." I said changing back to my normal 14 year old self.
Mom smiled, "Hello Terridan. Shall we go back to our cottage?"
"If your stew hasn't burned it down by now," I said jokingly, "or melted it."
Mom frowned, "Indeed."
Aaahh crap. That's gonna be another lecture on how "I can't believe your my son" and "you not only got your fathers good features but his bad as well" Blah Blah Blah.[sigh]
The cottage where my mom and I live was, in all senses of the word, a piece of crap. But when your the witch of the wilds and your son, running from templars, living the wild life of an appostate, my mom did alright. "So do you want some of this soup, or do you still think I'd try poisoning not only you, but myself as well?"
I held up my hands in defeat. "Alright, alright mom." I said, "So how does it taste?"
My mom wrinkled her nose, "Like dirty creak water with chicken."
"So it tastes like every other soup, sauce, and broth you've ever made."
"Teridan William Cousland, are you being a smart ass?" asked my mom with a sarcstic tone and a raise of her eyebrow.
I quickly changed the subject. This conversation was headed for a lightning bolt in my ass and another lecture. "Mom?" "Hmm?" she replied.
"Will you tell me about dad again?"
She smiled, but I saw the pain twisting and hurting here inside. I could see it in her eyes. She loved my father very much. "Yes. I have a very good story tonight."
When Aeden Cousland was a boy, he had a promising future. He was the son of a noble. Young Aeden was intelligent, strong, and kind. When Aeden became a young man, his future was all but set in stone. But that stone was soon crushed into dust.
His fathers troops were sent to aid with the blight that was arising in the south. But his friends troops were delaid for reasons unknown. That night, when every one was asleep, troops bearing the symbol of the noblemans friend, overwhelmed the guards and laid seige to the castle. aeden woke to find his mother fighting soldiors, his brothers wife and son dead and his father missing. After fighting through his own home, he found his father, dying. His mother stayed. He barely escaped with his life, once so promising, now undetermined.
He was saved by a Grey Warden. He offered him a way out. After becoming a grey warden himself he witnessed the death of the very grey warden that had saved him. Aligning himself with a another grey warden (a rather emotional one at that) he swore to defend the world from the darkspawn and all other evils to his dying breath. And he did. He bested Werewolves, Demons, and the Genral of the army ofthe very country he was trying to protect. He also gained the heart of a very significant young appostate witch who's mother was an evil old witch who stole the very bodies of her daughters, Flemeth the Shapeshifter. She saved his life, and he gave her a son in wich she had to leave to raise. He lived in the castle with his grey warden friend who was now king. She went to a foreign country to raise her son like any other appostate.
"Did you like the story?" Mom asked as she finished. I saw the pain in my mothers eyes subside. I knew for a fact that she was the woman in the story. Another fact was that this wasn't just a story, this really happened.
My mom was sitting on a stool by the hamack that served as my bed. "Mmmmhhmm." I hummed as an answer. She nodded getting up and going through the large curtain that seved as the wall to his makeshift room.
"Goodnight." I called after her.
'Goodnight," she said pausing at the curtain, "son."
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