Hi everyone! Sorry its been so long since I've update… I'm very sick with something I'd rather not talk about right now because it's a horrible thing but yeah.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, it's a little shorter then the others but next will be longer I promise!

Chapter 4

Cullen stared at Alyiria as she sat on her large soft bed staring back at him; her eyes were full of fear, there was a long silence as they both just stared at each other. A light knock on the door caused them to jump slightly in surprise. "Come in…" Alyiria called out sinking back onto her bed.

The door slowly creaked open as Marcus walked in with Timber bounding in behind him. Timber bounded towards Alyiria leaping up onto her bed before crashing into her wagging his stumpy tail giving her long sloppy kisses on her cheek. "Irving said we need to swap now, he needs you in the morning." Marcus spoke to Cullen over Alyiria's squealing and giggling.

Cullen looked at his young Templar in training. "I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry Ser but Irving said you must go get rest." Marcus persisted while standing his ground. "I'll be here with Ally if that's what you'r-"

"No that's not it!" Cullen snapped quickly. "Alright fine I will go, I will speak you tomorrow Ally." He turned to look at Alyiria but she was too busy laughing with Timber kissing her sloppily to pay attention. "Make sure you stay awake."

"Of course Ser." Marcus replied bowing his head to his superior while he exited. "Alyiria you should be getting too sleep as well."

Alyiria pushed her hefty hound off of her before pushing herself up into a sitting position. "I was getting there." She sighed turning to face him crossing her legs. "…Marcus can I ask you something?"

He raised an eye brow but nodded anyway. "Anything."

"If… if you had done something… something really bad… would you tell someone it could hurt?" She fiddled with her long skinny fingers and kept her eyes down at them. "Really…really bad…"

Marcus looked at her for a moment. "Does this have something to do with the take over and you loosing control?" He mused heavily plonking himself right next to her, his heavy armour and over all musclier body made the bed bend to accompany him; Alyiria felt like she was flung into him heavily towards him due to this as her shoulder crashed into his left arm.

"Holy maker!" Alyiria cursed on impact, grasping onto her arm moving to quickly and rolling off the bed onto the floor with another clang. "Owe."

Marcus jumped up immediately. "I'm sorry Ally I forget how heavy I am with this stupid armour on!" He bent down next to her as she held onto her shoulder with a glare on her face. "I am so sorry… Are you alright?"

She stared up into his deep mysterious eyes from her position on the floor. "I'm fine." She sighed grasping at her shoulder. "I can't believe how much that hurt."

"Um yeah our armour is really tough." He helped her into a sitting position; he watched her hold onto her shoulder and began to panic. "Oh maker we should get Irving to check it out."

Alyiria let out a laugh. "It's broken, I am a healer but I can't heal a broken arm on myself." She went to move her left arm but let out a yelp. "Bit useless."

"Cullen is going to have me fed to the darkspawn! I've hardly been here and I have already broken the hero of Ferelden's arm!"

"Calm down, Marcus." Alyiria gently giggled placing her right hand onto his knee. "I promise I've broken a lot worse in a lot less time." Timber let out a soft whimper from her bed as he worriedly looked down at her. "I'm fine! But I think Irving is a good stop by before bed…"

Marcus cleared his throat while his cheeks burned, this was one of the first contacts with a woman he had, had. "Can you walk? Oh… of course you can walk… but I should help you get there… of course I should… do you need help? I did break you."

Alyiria giggled as she watched the flushed Templar mumbled to himself. "…Pain…" She froze immediately as the voice sent a chill through her entire body, she felt her shoulder burn with pain which caused her to clench onto her shoulder and let out a loud yelp placing her forehead onto the stone ground in a sort of bent over position.

"Ally?" Marcus placed his hand onto her back and tried to see her face. "Are you alright?"

"Shoulder… hurts a lot." She hissed out, her shoulder felt like it was set on fire. "Marcus… take me… to Wynne…" She said slowly sliding her right arm around Marcus' neck and pulled herself into him.

"Murderers deserve to be in pain…" The pain intensified causing her to let out another loud yelp, clutching onto Marcus with all her might. He pulled her up as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist; he held her around her back and quickly made his way towards Irving's office. "No… Marcus… Wynne." Alyiria mumbled into the crease of his neck keeping her eyes shut tightly.

Marcus stopped moving. "I don't know where she is."

"This is how they would have felt when you set them alight…" Alyiria let out a loud scream holding as tightly as she could with one arm around Marcus; she felt the flesh of her shoulder burn. "Get someone!" She buried her face into his neck as far as she could.

The closest too them at this moment was Cullen, he didn't really want to go tell his superior that he broke her but she needed help. He made his way towards Cullen's room on the next floor up as Alyiria moaned and groaned in pain digging her nails into the other side of his neck.

He climbed the set of stone stairs and ran down the hallway of the Templars quarters before coming to Cullen's door and in a state of panic kicked it down. "Andraste's blood." Cullen sat up sighing hearing the racket. "What is it Marcus?" He asked in a sleepy daze.

"I need Wynne!" Alyiria cried out feeling the pain increase every minute she wasn't getting to Wynne.

"Ally? What happened?" Cullen asked throwing off his blankets and making his way towards her. "Marcus?" He turned his gaze to him.

"I don't know Ser, but we need Wynne and I don't know where she is." He replied in a single breath holding onto Alyiria tightly.

"Follow me." He said making his way out of the room and back down the way they had came, Marcus followed closely behind him as Alyiria cried into his neck.

Cullen burst into one of the doors on the opposite side of where Alyiria's room was, he grabbed one of the flaming touchers that sat just out front of the room and brought it in with him, Wynne shared a room with two other senior mages as the commotion stirred them into waking. "Maker I am too old for this."

"Wynne." Cullen huffed making his way towards her. "Alyiria needs your help."

Wynne sat up in an instant as she watched Marcus carry her in; he gently placed her onto the end of Wynne's bed as she let out whimpers. "Ally my dear, what has happened?"

"My shoulder!" Alyiria choked out grasping at her left shoulder.

Wynne ripped the cloth away from the shoulder as Alyiria screamed loudly in pain, when Wynne had reviled the shoulder she gasped. "What happened?" She asked staring at the large burn across her shoulder.

"It's the demon, Wynne! It… It knows…" Alyiria replied grabbing a hold of Wynne's bed sheets with her right hand, pulling and tugging.

Wynne placed her hand over Alyiria's should as light began to glow around it. "You did what you could back on that day my dear, it wasn't your fault."

Alyiria breathed deeply while Wynne focused all her energy on healing her increasingly worsening shoulder. "I killed him…" She sobbed heavily.

'Yes, you did."

A pain ripped through her unlike any other she had ever felt before, the pain was even worse then that time the Archdemon had taken her in his jaws, she screamed loudly before feeling herself loose grip on reality.

Alyiria sat at the desk in the library swinging her legs from the chair she sat upon, books covered the large table that sat in front of her while she made her way through them.

"Still reading?" Cullen asked taking the seat next to her.

Alyiria turned to look at him with a grin. "Of course Cullen, would you expect any less?" She let out a light giggle before turning to look back at the books. "I have finished four so far."

"Only four?" Cullen teased playfully getting a snort from her in return.

She turned her gaze back onto him. "Shouldn't you be templar training?"

"I should be but I got away for a moment."

"Cullen, Jake's going to blame me again!"

Cullen smirked playfully at her. "Yeah it's great."

"You're so mean." She huffed looking back at the countless books spread across the table.

Cullen cleared his throat before quickly dropping something in front of her, it was nicely wrapped, well nicely wrapped for a boy; she turned her gaze onto him with a puzzled look on her face. "Don't get all gross or anything." He said quickly looking away from her. "It's your birthday tomorrow so… because I won't be here…"

"Cullen did you get me a gift?" She couldn't help the goofy grin that came onto her face; she threw her arms around Cullen.

"I said don't get all gross." Cullen sighed at the grinning girl around his neck. "You are turning ten after all…"

Alyiria squeezed him tightly before letting him go. "Thank you so much Cullen."

"Open it stupid." He sighed slouching down onto the wooden table on top of a couple of thick books.

"Oh!" Alyiria let out a laugh before turning to look at the small present in front of her, she excitedly picked it up and carefully unwrapped it, it reviled a medium sized wooden box; Alyiria turned to look at him with confusion.

Cullen rolled his eyes before snatching the box out of her hands and carefully opening it. "That was a box Ally." He sighed out.

Alyiria huffed and took the box back off him, she looked into the medium sized wooden box to see a collection of small books. "Cullen you didn't have too!"

He saw the smile that crossed her lips and couldn't help but to laugh quietly to his self. "They were my mothers' favourite books, I have no use for them and I think it'd be happier with you…"

Alyiria looked up at him with big eyes. "Are… are you sure?"

He simply nodded. "They are rare books those ones."

Alyiria threw her arms back around his neck and let out a squeal that cause him to groan from the loudness. "Thank you Cullen!"

Hawke walked into the room, eyes landing on the two, he sighed loudly and shook his head. "I knew I'd find you here Cullen."

"Hawke!" Alyiria grinned instantly letting go of Cullen and getting off the chair she was sitting on. "Cullen got me a birthday present." She grinned running up to Hawke.

"Oh did he now?" Hawke chuckled lightly picking her up in his arms for a hug, his eyes turned to Cullen who was mumbling under his breath with a blush running hot across his cheeks.

"It was more books!" She squealed happily from her position.

Hawke smiled sweetly at her. "More books! Maker!"

Alyiria giggled. "I love books; they are filled with so many things to learn!"

"We have a new mage arriving today, he's a year older then you, I was wondering if you could help calm him down?" Hawke asked poking her side gently getting another giggle.

"Of course Ser!" Alyiria replied happily. "What's his name?"

Hawke smile politely. "I think its Jowan."

"Maybe I can finally have a friend like me!" Alyiria said excitingly while grinning widely.

"Come Cullen, we shall go greet him now." Hawke waved over Cullen before walking out of the library holding Alyiria on his shoulders.

The three walked towards the front of the tower were new mages would arrive, Alyiria looked at all the dirty looks she was getting from the other mages because of how much she got along with the Templars; if Hawke caught them he'd send a sharp look back at them. They reached the front were the other Templars were waiting for the new one, Jake turned slightly to look at the three. "There you are Cullen! Ally, stop luring him off and away from his Templar training."

"But it wasn't me I was reading!" Alyiria whinged out before sending a glare at Cullen.

Greagoir walked into the room spotting Alyiria and sighing. "Hawke put her down."

Hawke gently took her off his shoulders and onto the ground. "Yes Knight-Commander."

He grunted in reply before stepping towards the door. "You know what to do if he's difficult."

"Ser." Alyiria squeaked causing them all to turn to look at her. "If I may, may I try to calm him down? I understand the fear."

"You have two minutes before we take over, it would be interesting to see if he takes you down."

Alyiria frowned at him but nodded none the less, the door flew open with two Templars on either side of a young boy, he was yelling for them to let him go until they threw him in to the castle roughly; he landed on his hands and knees before looking around with terror in his eyes. "St…stay away from me!" He yelled causing sparks of magic to fly off him; Alyiria took a step forward taking a deep breath, magic was flying randomly off him like crazy. "I said stay away!" He screamed causing a large bolt of arcane energy flying towards her, the others Templars immediately went to protect her but Greagoir bark them to back off.

She stayed calm while she watched it fly towards her, then in an instant a bright shield surrounded her, it was so bright everyone had to cover their eyes and look away; by the time the light had calmed down she was bending down next to him. "Hi Jowan, my name is Ally." She said sweetly placing her hand on top of his. "I'm a mage too."

Jowan slowly looked up at the beautiful girl in front of him smiling. "How do you… know my name?"

"Hawke told me, he wanted you to feel okay coming here that he asked me to say hi! Templars aren't so scary you know." She grinned slowly getting to her feet, she held out her hand for him; he hesitated for a moment before taking a hold of her hand and pulling himself up to his feet. "You have to go to Irving's office but I can walk you if you like."

He looked at all the large 'scary' looking Templars around him before nodding. "O…Okay…"

She giggled giving his hand a squeeze before dragging him down the hallway. "Bye Cullen!" She added before they were out of sight.

Irving stood next to a mumbling Greagoir. "She is destined for great things Greagoir; you really should lighten up on her."

Alyiria groaned while slowly bringing her hand up to rub her eyes. "She's waking up." Wynne's familiar voice rang through her ears.

"Wynne?" She asked groggily slowly opening her eyes, she was still in Wynne's room with Marcus, Cullen, Wynne and Irving standing in front of her; she heard a soft whimper and turned to see Timber lying next to her. "I passed out again didn't I?"

"You don't remember?" Marcus was the first to ask.

Alyiria thought for a moment. "All I remember right now is my dream…"

"What was your dream dear?" Wynne asked taking a seat just next to her.

Alyiria looked up a Cullen. "It was a memory really; it was the day before my tenth birthday."

"Jowan came that day." Cullen's face screwed into a scowl.

"It was also the day you gave me your mothers' books." She seemed to whisper turning her eyes to look at Timber who had his large snout on her lap.

"Tell me, Ally, the last time you passed out what was your dream?" Irving asked inquisitively.

Alyiria felt herself blush something shocking. "When, um, Cullen promised to be my friend…"

"I see." Irving replied turning to look at Cullen; he was looking away with the lightest blush on his cheeks. "Cullen I need you in the morning so its best you go get some rest."

"What for?" Cullen asked turning to look at the old man.

"Alyiria you will need to get some rest too." Irving said turning to look at the confused girl.

"Why?" She asked while slowly stroking Timber.

Irving looked at her carefully.

"We are having a visit from the king tomorrow…"

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