Sorry about taking ages to update. I've been busy with college and then I got a really bad head cold that left me bed-ridden for three days :( Was not fun.

Also, I was wondering...would anyone mind if I put Legacy and Mark of the Assassin in this fanfiction. I feel that Legacy will help with getting everyone back into Hawke's good-books and I say the trailer for Mark of the Assassin and to say I'm excited is an understatement. :) Leave a comment to say this is a good idea or not.

And on another note. Three chapters of Derezzed are up and I want to know what my Dark Dawn readers think of it.

This is part one of three.
One is Before the Hunt
Two is The Hunt.
Three is After the Hunt.

X. Before the Hunt

It had been nearly two weeks since the Viscount has invited Alyx to his home. She had spent the time training her body back to top form. Varric had aso been helping out with Charades training aswell, teaching her how to be a true rogue; lockpicking, trap setting and deactivating, stealth and how to blend in with the shadows.

On top of that, he had also taught her some tricks for using a bow and how to get the most of out it, including being able to fire multiple arrows in rapid successtion that had Alyx's head spinning when she showed her.

Alyx was terrible...utterly terrible with a bow. She could throw knives with amazing accuracy, but ask her to use a bow and you are looking at a disater waiting to happen.

Alyx grunted as she collapsed on her bed face first, her armour making the bed sink more than usual. Her blades lay forgotten on the floor and her boots where kicked off at the front door leaving her barefooted.

She had just came back from taking out a group of slavers near the wounded coast, and ended up with an arrow in her thigh. She had managed to snap the wood of it, but the metal tip was still deep in the fatty tissue, with some small rivets of blood seeped through her pant leg.

Luckily, the slavers weren't using poisoned tips. Thank the Maker.

The door opened and Charade and Bethany walked in, Charade holding a basin of water and Bethany with her medical bag. They both were dressed in a pair of leggings and a tunic. Simple and comfortable.

"Ready sister?" Bethany asked as she kneeled next to the bed. Alyx sat up and gently - and gingerly - took off her armour. Gloves first, then chest and finally leggings, leaving her in her breast band and tight shorts that reached her knees.

Charade walked over to her, and gingerly prodded her leg, around the wound.

"Oww! Son of a Holy Andrastian! That is tender!"

Charade laughed at her. "The great Champion of Kirkwall, crying over an arrow in the leg. How the mighty have fallen"

Alyx's blue eyes glared at her cousin, before she turned her head to pout, lips slightly puckered in annoyance.

Bethany shook her head at the two, before grabbing a health poultice, putting a square piece of white linen over the top and turning it upside-down and let the slightly thick liquid seep into it.

After a good amount was on the linen, she place the dry side on her knee as she used a small pair of sissors to cut up to the top of her thight and ripped the pant leg open, showing the wound in all its glory.

She took the linen and dapped it around the wound, letting the herbs seep into the skin and watched at the redness dulled to a slight pink.

Giveing her sister a piece of wood wrapped in fabric, she told her to bite down.

Charade moved closer, one hand on her thight, the other on the arrow.

"One..."

Her grip tighten and Alyx took a breath.

"Two..."

Bethany grabbed a wet cloth, and rang it out.

"Three!"

Alyx screamed as the arrowhead was pulled out, the edges were serated, so it did more damage coming out, than going out. The skin was ripped and torn, blood flowing freely. She spat the wooden grip out, shouting in anguish.

"Maker's Holy testicales! Mother of a whore!"

Bethany jumped into action. A cloth over the wound and poultice shoved down her sister throat as Charade pinned her onto the bed, stopping her from thrashing and making the blood flow quicker.

A blue aura swirled around Bethany's right hand as she removed the cloth and replaced it with her glowing hand. The healing aura moved around the wound before slowly seeping in to heal the inner damage.

Alyx lay still for a moment, feeling the magic move around her body, the poultice slid from her throat and into her stomach, sending a warm feeling around her libs. She lazily smacked her lips, tasting the poultice. Honey...with some cinnimon and lemon...quite nice.

Bethany laughed at her sister's childish antics. She was currently lying on her back, dazed by a slight fever and high on the effects of the potent poulice, quietly singing a nursery rhyeme as she peered up at the canopy above her bed.

"A wise old owl lived in an oak,
The more he saw the less he spoke,
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?"

Charade giggled, shaking her head. She had never seen this side of her cousin, the vulnerable and child-like side. She smiled at her, watching as her eyes went foggy before she went to sleep, a faint snore emitting from her.

"She will be like this until tomorrow, so it will be best to leave her to her dreams" Bethany said as gathered up her supplies. Charade chucked as she grabbed the spare coverlet of her cousin's plush, red armchair and threw it over Alyx, gently tucking her under and placing one of her pillows under her head.

"Night Alyx"

Bethany got up, and kissed her sisters cheek, "Good night, sister"

They both walked out of her room, talking as they walked the stairs.

"Is she always like that when she has a health poultice?" Charade asked, giggling slightly.

Bethany shook her head. "No, not really...only if its really potent"

Charade let out a deep laugh, gently holding her stomach.

"Anyway..." Charade looked at Bethany, who had a mischiefous grin on her face, "You should see her when she's drunk"

Bethany walked down the stairs as Charade paused, images of Alyx dancing on table-tops and singing vulgar and rude songs that would make a sailor blush.