Red Cliff.

"The place has certainly upgraded," Leliana stated as she looked over it.

"I will go see Arl Eamon. You all wait for Isabela."

He left with Baskerville while the others headed to the docks.

"This is some reception for a pirate," Wynne chuckled in amusement.

Soon, they could see the ship coming into view.

"Am I the only one that is excited to see the beautiful Isabela?"

Morrigan rolled her eyes while Leliana smirked.

"I, too, am excited to see her."

"So she really has slept with everyone she's ever met?" Varric asked.

"She hasn't slept with Alistair, Sten, Wynne and myself," Morrigan stated. "I never could understand what the big deal was."

"Wait, so the Queen also slept with her?" Varric asked.

"Uh...it depends," Zevran answered. "It was a crazy foursome but I was the one keeping Donna busy, then it was Leliana. In the end, Isabela never really got to touch her. A shame all in its own."

"To much information, elf," Shale cut in.

The ship was now docking and Isabela looked at the people waiting for her.

"What's this then?"

"We need your help, Isabela."

"Where to now, Varric?"

"Lothering."

Appearing in the expanded town, Sten turned to the dwarf.

"Who are we looking for?"

"Sebastian and Aveline."

Sten led the way before stopping between two house next to each other. "Aveline on the left. Sebastian on the right."

Everyone looked at each other before shrugging and going. Many people bowed to Alistair who was used to it.

"Grab Sebastian first."

When he opened his door, he stared in surprise. "Uh..."

"Start packing, Seb. We're going to rescue Hawke."

Sebastian disappeared inside his house to pack. Varric knocked on Aveline's door. Aveline answered, holding a two month old, baby.

"What are you doing here?"

"You had a baby?" Isabela asked.

Aveline glared. "What's that supposed to me?"

"We didn't know you had a baby," Varric stated. "In that case, never mind."

They all turned back to Sebastian's. "Wait!"

Varric looked to Aveline. "Is it Hawke? Has something happened to her?"

"Well..."

Aveline nodded and turned to the open doorway. "Donnic!"

A couple seconds later, Donnic stepped out of the house. He took in the group of people before him. "Something happen to Hawke?"

No one said anything but he nodded and took the baby from Aveline with a kiss on her cheek. "Be careful. Your gear is in the basement."

Aveline disappeared inside.

"Please, make sure she returns home safely. She has a daughter waiting at home for her."

Alistair nodded. "I give you my word that Aveline will return home to you and your daughter."

Donnic nodded. After a couple of minutes, both Sebastian and Aveline were ready and they were on their way.

"To Amaranthine. Carver and Anders are next."

Blood splattered the walls where the Qunari's head bounced off the wall, bodiless.

Panting, Donna Cousland Theirin fell to one knee. In the large dome arena, were many Qunari corpses having been felled by the Heroine of Ferelden. Outside the dome, were hundreds of darkspawn, encouraging the slaughter on. Wielding both Maric's sword and her own Starfang longsword, Donna panted as she tried to catch her breath before the next lot of opponents came. With no armour, no potions, no medical equipment, she couldn't afford to be out of breath.

"Maker, help me," she panted harshly.

Her head was pounding with the overloading voices of the darkspawn being so close and many in number.

That's all she's been doing since she arrived here a couple months ago; fighting wave after wave of opponents.

"You made it to the end as I had expected, Ferelden Queen."

Donna's head shot up in surprise, finding Flemeth stepping out of the gates.

"I thought we killed you," she hissed.

Flemeth laughed. "Close, your majesty. Close."

Donna's eyes spotted the little boy just outside the gate. He looked like Alistair. Connecting the dots, Donna glared harshly at the Witch of the Wilds.

"Where's Morrigan!?"

"Out of my way," Flemeth chuckled. "She's gotten soft while in your company, Warden."

"What do you want with her son?"

"That's for me to know and you to definitely find out."

The witch disappeared, leaving Donna and the boy.

"Y-You're Donna?" He asked as he was shoved into the arena with the gate slamming closed behind him.

Donna eyed him warily.

"M-Mother told me all about you, your Majesty; that you are the reason I am a pure soul instead of a tainted one."

The other gate opened, signalling that they were free to leave. Donna straightened with effort. Turning, she made her way out.

"Are you coming?" She asked.

The boy ran after her, trailing a tad bit behind at her side.

"So what's your name?"

"Dominic."

Donna smirked as she left the arena.

Lady Hawke took in a shuddering breath as she felt her body healing from the outside in, yet her spell could do nothing for her stamina. Around the room were remnants of her battle. Ice clung to her right with spikes holding up darkspawn foes while flames licked at the left walls, corpses burnt to crisps. As she awaited her next opponent, she tried to calm her racing heart.

Instead of more enemies, Flemeth appeared in a wisp of black smoke.

Raising her darkspawn staff, she glared at the witch.

"Why are you doing this?" Hawke asked. "I thought maybe you weren't as bad as the stories foretold."

"And that's where you made your first mistake," Flemeth cackled. "You have made it a quarter of the way. I have high hopes for you and another particular warrior."

"Who?" Hawke shot. "Is it Fenris? Did you take him too!?"

"Don't be stupid, girl. While he is a very attractive elf slave, he is still only that."

"Don't call him a slave!"

"-but you, on the other hand. You're special, much like the Warden."

Sending an Arcane bolt at her, Flemeth only laughed as she dissipated into the black mist and away from her location. Growling lowly, the Champion turned to the side gates that opened, allowing her to go back to her chambers.

Angrily, she sat on her bed and balled her fists.

"Mother, father, Bethany...please, guide me," she hissed between clenched teeth.

Two crystalline tears made their way down her cheek and onto the stone brick below.

For the first time she realised;

She was all alone.

The group arrived at Warden's Keep that had been long rebuilt since the darkspawn attack. Amaranthine sure as hell didn't forget who was responsible for their standing town.

"How is the Queen? Is she in good health? Send her our best wishes, okay?"

"Please, give this to Queen Donna. She must be working herself to death what with all this Warden business."

She was practically a celebrity. Alistair only smiled and accepted the gifts, having gotten used to the appraisals of his wife.

"Thank you. She'll really appreciate these gifts."

The moment they entered the Warden's Keep, he handed it to the closest Warden. "Please take these gifts to my wife's room here."

The man nodded and disappeared with the presents. Alistair stopped another Warden.

"Could you take me to Carver and Anders?"

The woman nodded and led them through the Keep before stopping at the main room. Entering quietly, they realised that there was an event going on, where the current seneschal was dealing with the issues of the public.

And it turns out Carver was the current seneschal with Anders as his right hand man.

The moment the event was over, they approached the duo.

"Seneschal? How did you pull off that one kid?" Varric asked.

To say the duo was surprised would be an understatement.

"You look good in that shining armour, Carver," Isabela flirted.

Aveline rolled her eyes. "I was right; you do sleep with everyone you meet."

"Not everyone," she muttered.

"I earned this position through blood, sweat and tears," Carver stated proudly.

Anders chuckled. "That and Donna played favourites."

"The Queen hand-picked Carver?" Varric asked in disbelief.

"She heard his story, a younger brother lost in his sisters shadows, tainted in the Deep Roads yet miraculously lived through the ceremony and became a Warden and fighting in the Kirkwall civil war."

"Where did she hear that?" Isabela asked. "Donna doesn't have eyes and ears everywhere."

"And that is where you are wrong, my sassy pirate friend. As you know, I spy for the beautiful queen, as does my lovely associate, Leliana."

Leliana straightened a little. "That's all she needs really."

"I met them when I was near Kirkwall and heard the Champion's story but her brother's stuck out to me as something the fair Queen would like to have heard. As I whispered in her ear my thoughts and suggestions, she agreed to meet with him."

"Ferelden has never seen better days," Carver praised. "She's not biased or petty but fair and selfless. She told me she saw the hidden potential within me that was often overlooked in comparison and she trained me one on one to be the best that I could be. I owe her everything. She and my sister both."

"Speaking of Hawke, how is she?" Anders asked.

"That's the thing," Leliana spoke. "She's disappeared, along with Donna, and we think maybe Flemeth is to blame."

"Flemeth? The woman who brought us to safety? Why would she do such a thing after saving our lives?"

"Because she is a wicked woman that always has a hidden agenda," Morrigan snapped.

"Maker's breath, you're Morrigan, aren't you?" Anders asked. "You're the one Donna told me was the apostate that helped her stop the Blight."

"I grow more annoyed of hearing the word apostate when I speak," Morrigan stated flatly.

"I'm sorry," Anders apologised. "It's just she so proudly announces having worked with an apostate to prove a point that mages can be trusted."

"Oh, please," Varric groaned. "No more Mages' Rights, speeches. Please."

"And you're not the only one she's saved. She saved us from Ostagar when Cailan went down. Swooped us right off the top of the tower and to her den hidden in the Wilds."

"You wouldn't stop sulking about it, even though that 'swooping' practically saved both you and Donna's life," Morrigan shot.

"Swooping. Is. Bad."

"Back to the issue at hand, what do you want us to do?" Carver asked.

"Help us track down the rest of your old companions. Your friend, Fenris, might know for sure whether or not Hawke disappeared in the same manner as my wife," Alistair stated.

The two nodded.

"We should find Fenris now."

It took them weeks to find him, but eventually they did. They tracked him down to a hut in the middle of the wilderness.

"This is where my contact told me he came across Hawke hunting," Varric stated.

"Alright, let's go then," Shale stated as she moved with small paces thanks to her dwarven legs.

"Wait," Aveline called. "That might not be such a good idea. Fenris has the ability to reach his fist inside your body without breaking the skin."

"Well, that is...different," Leliana stated.

"Shale," Alistair spoke.

Shale nodded and kept moving. "What are you doing?" Aveline asked. "You're sending her to her death!"

Wynne and Morrigan spread out, as did Zevran and Leliana. Alistair, Sten and Hawke's gang stood in the middle. The four that spread out got into the offensive in case he tried anything.

"This I've got to see," Anders muttered.

Shale ignored them and opened the door.

"Elf, where are you?" Shale called.

The moment she stepped inside, something barrelled into her. She fell back as Fenris straddled her. His markings lit up before he thrust his hand inside her body. His eyes widened in surprise when he found no heart.

"What? What are you!?"

Shale said nothing as she smirked before magic wrapped around Fenris and threw him off her before he felt gravity intensify, forcing him to the ground.

"Fenris, it's us!" Varric called.

Fenris struggled to look up. "V-Varric? What is going on?" He managed to get out before his head was forced back to the ground.

"You can release him, Morrigan," Alistair stated.

She huffed but did so, easing into a relaxed pose, as did Wynne, though Leliana and Zevran knew better then to let down their guard unless safety was absolutely certain.

Shale moved to him as he slowly picked himself up. "One wrong move and you're splatter, elf."

"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you find me?" He asked.

"That doesn't matter," Morrigan cut in. "I need you to tell me about your lover."

"Lover?" Fenris spat. "That bitch abandoned me!"

"What? Hawke would never do that!"

Fenris grew angry and his body lit up again. "Well she did. One day, she told me she was going out to hunt and she never returned."

"Was this a couple months ago?" Alistair asked.

"Yes. How do you know?" He growled.

"My wife disappeared the same way, except I happened to see her go."

"Fenris, you remember King Alistair, don't you?" Varric asked.

"Of course, Hawke held a deep respect for this man."

"Fenris, we have reason to believe that Hawke and Queen Donna were taken. Kidnapped."

"What proof do you have?" Fenris asked.

"We'll be working on that soon. We need to gather the final member of your group before we begin putting our heads together to work something out."

Fenris looked at his old friends and sighed.

"Fine but if you're wrong, you are never to contact me again."

"Deal."

Hawke came back from another day full of death and magic. She was surprised to find another bed there.

"So, you're who Flemeth was talking about."

Turning around, she found another woman limping into the cage that was her room.

"You're the Warden-Commander of the Grey and the Queen of Ferelden," Hawke stated.

"Don't forget the Arlessa of Amaranthine but that's a bit of a mouthful. Just call me, Donna. And you are Lady Hawke. I've met your brother."

"And I've met several of your acquaintances."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. Quite a few, actually. Anders, Nathaniel, Isabela, Zevran, Cullen, your husband Alistair."

"That is quite the list, yes."

"Oh, and Flemeth."

Donna's face darkened. "Right, that witch."

"Donna, I stole some healing potions for you."

Turning, they both found Dominic.

"And, who is this?" Hawke asked.

"This is Dominic, Flemeth's grandson."

"Grandson?"

"Yes, she kidnapped him from her daughter, Morrigan."

"I do recall her mentioning her to me when we first met."

"I see you two are getting well acquainted," Flemeth spoke from beyond the gate.

"What's going on, Flemeth? Tell us!" Hawke growled.

"The next battle is between you two and the other two champions I've come across. After that, the plan can finally get underway."

"I bet you're still sour about being defeated, aren't you?" Donna taunted.

Flemeth's golden eyes flashed dangerously.

Her words turned cold and cruel. "Personally, I hope you make it, Warden, because what I plan to do will be a fate worse than death and I'll enjoy every second of your screams."

With that, she turned and left.

"You defeated her?" Hawke asked.

"Apparently not."

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