Note: A short mini fill until I can finish editing the next chapter. Have a look at the early years of Garrett and Anders when they were still magelings. Dedicated to my wonderful reviewers Kyle and vgaurdian123. I promise to write mini fills for any who post a review and will take prompts if given. May the winds of fortune always come your way ~ Cass
Magelings - The Original Fire
(A wee Garrett and Anders mini story)
The Circle is a dreary enough place, but storms make it near unbearable. It also made the apprentices a touch moodier than usual. The Templars had noticed this over the years and gave a cautious look before turning corners to avoid getting the robes singed by a fireball. Garrett had spent the last three months adjusting to tower life. He had done well so far, his father's training had set him two years ahead of the others in his age group. It allowed him to be in the same class as his friend Anders. He liked that, he didn't want to be separated from the one person in the tower who was really nice to him. His mentor, Senior Enchanter Irving, had chuckled softly when he said this. Irving had remarked that he was glad Garrett had found a friend, even if it was the Tower's resident trouble maker. Maybe Garrett's presence could have a calming effect on the older boy.
Anders had been the one to suggest that they find one of the upper story windows to watch the storm from. Garrett hadn't really thought there was anything special about the weather until Anders unlatched the stained glass and pushed the window open. Then he saw the whole world turn grey. The wind was whipping up the water, the froth like a boiling soup, and the trees at the base of the tower were clinging desperatly with their roots. Lightning that no mage could ever hope to conjure was streaking across the sky. Its brother thunder was crackling and booming heavy overhead. Garrett felt a thrill of excitement mingled with primal fear. Was the tower even strong enough to resist such a storm after so many centuries?
It didn't bother Anders one bit as he leaned a bit further out the window, his red blonde hair becoming drenched as he did so. He was even laughing, a wild little creature completely at home in this torrent. The Anders bred a hearty people who survived darkspawn and bitter cold, a little rain was nothing to them. This day Garrett saw a glimpse of the fire brewing beneath that pale skin. The fire that would eventually lead Anders to the Grey Wardens.