This is a bit of a short chapter that I needed to get out quick. The next chapter is almost done its just getting the time to finish it so I hope this keeps everyone happy until then XD.

I've taken the rating up to M as there is applied rape in this scene and I hope it doesn't offend anyone. It's not that bad, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

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She was kneeling down on the floor of the deep roads and her hands were bound behind her back. She groaned when she saw the familiar skulls and various bones littered around her. I must have fallen asleep. How could I have been so stupid! She must have looked like an idiot, passing out straight after battle while everyone else held their own. Some leader she was.

She tried to struggle against her bonds but they were held tight, and they were starting rub away at her wrists. She tried to not let the fear overcome her as the memory of her first nightmare came back. At least then she had been able to run, to try and escape, but now she was bound and she didn't know what might happen.

It's just a dream, it's just a dream. They can't hurt you, it's just a dream. She started to rock back and fourth while repeating the chant over and over in her head.

The ground suddenly erupted around her as the hands of Darkspawn sprung from the earth. She closed her eyes and leaned forward so her head was between her knees and continued to chant through gritted teeth.

She felt a hand roughly grab her shoulder and pull her up in a sitting position. She looked around to see a group of Darkspawn surrounded her, all with the same demonic grin.

A Hurlock Alpha strode forward and bent down to her level. Over his shoulder she could see the Archdemon in the distance, its almost silver orbs for eyes staring directly at her. The Hurlock grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him and she felt bile rise in her throat over this tainted creature touching her. She also didn't like the look her was giving her, his many toothed grin seemed to get bigger and his eyes roamed her body. Fear gripped her heart even more, what are they going to do to me?

He let go of her chin and stood up, seeming to grunt orders to the other Darkspawn. A couple of them walked forward, dragging with them a Genlock grunt. The Hurlock unsheathed his sword and brought it across the Genlocks throat. The small Darkspawn slumped forward but the two by its side held it up right. She then watched the Alpha pull out what looked like a filthy water skin and proceeded to try and fill it with the grunts blood.

Ailias eyes widened in horror when she realised what they were going to do. She began to wriggle and squirm against her bonds but it just made them dig in her flesh further. They must have noticed her struggle and she felt hands grab her arms and hold her in place. She continued to squirm and she heard the laughter of the Archdemon in the distance. She looked up to see the Alpha walking forward, water skin in hand.

"No please!" She screamed, "Don't make me drink it again! Please!" The Archdemons laugh just grew louder as the Hurlock grew closer. Cold sweat dripped down her brow and the blood in her veins turned into ice. She still remembered the taste of the Darkspawn blood at the Joining and the feeling of fire spreading all through her. But that stuff hadn't been pure Darkspawn blood, it had been altered. What they were about to give her was straight from a fresh Darkspawn corpse.

"Why are you doing this? Please?" Tears were running down her face as the Hurlock ignored her and grabbed her hair and forced her head back. She pressed her lips together as the water skin came closer to her lips. The Hurlock grabbed her throat, making her choke and he poured the blood into her mouth and then promptly closed her mouth, forcing her to swallow.

Her scream echoed through the entire chamber as she felt the intense burning liquid go down.

"My Lady! Wake up!"

It was ten times worse then joining, her skin felt like it was about to burst into flame and all she wanted to do was scratch at her flesh, try to get at the unseen force under her skin.

"My Lady!"

The laughter echoed around her and one of the Darkspawn had cut her bonds and she instantly tried to claw at her flesh, wanting to get under her skin.

"Some one get Alistair! And quickly!"

One of the Darkspawn had pinned her arms above her head and made her lye on her back. Her robes were torn off and her legs pinned down, all the Darkspawn were reaching for her.

"Ailia? It's me, Alistair! You have to wake up!"

The Hurlock knelt down in front of her and slashed its claws across her stomach, leaving five deep scratches. He then scooped up the blood that was now dripping from the wound and poured it into her still screaming mouth. She choked and swallowed the bitter taste of her own blood.

"Ailia?"

His hands scraped her body, its claws leaving scratches as his hands went lower and lower…

"AILIA?"

She awoke suddenly to the sound of screaming echoing around The Chantry and she saw her thrashing arms being pinned down by Alistair. It took her a moment to realize the screaming was coming from her own mouth. She shut it tightly and her arms quit their struggle. The sheets underneath her were coated in sweat and so was the shirt that someone had changed her into. Her eyes darted nervously around the room to extremely concerned faces of Bann Teagan and her companions, even Morrigan and Sten had a slight look of worry.

When she was realised she was safe and no Darkspawn were around her, she let out a strangled sob and practically threw her arms around Alistair, not caring about her audience. She felt his shoulders instantly tense at the contact but he relaxed slightly when he felt her body shake with sobs and wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to comfort.

"Oh, Alistair!" She wept, "They made me drink their blood! And then they… made me drink my own! They were going to…" She shuddered when she remembered the hungry look in the creatures eyes "I couldn't do anything, I was so scared."

"It's okay, you're safe now." He soothed, stroking her sweat soaked hair that now clung to her face. "I won't let them hurt you."

"You promise?" She asked weakly.

"I promise."

They sat there for a while, Ailia sobbing quietly while Alistair whispered in soothing tones. Everyone else stood around the bed, shifting uncomfortably and not knowing what to say.

"Can you leave us alone for a while?" Alistair finally spoke. "We have Grey Warden matters we need to discuss." Everyone nodded, looking slightly confused and all left the room, quietly shutting the door behind them.

Ailia, what happened?" he lifted her chin to see her tear stained face and he wiped a few away with his thumb. "I have never heard a Grey Warden scream that badly because of a Darkspawn dream."

"I wasn't that bad."

"Ailia, I was outside by the lake and I heard you all the way from over there." His voice was heavy with concern and her face reddened in embarrassment at the thought of all the Villagers hearing her. Oh yes, such a brave Grey Warden I am. "Teagan had sent for me, not knowing what to do as you were thrashing about so badly, but I was already half inside the Chantry wondering what in all of Thedas was going on."

"It was just… a nightmare. A Darkspawn dream, you said they can be quite bad."

"I didn't think they could be that bad. Although, Duncan did say that the dreams are apparently worse for someone who joined during a Blight."

"Why didn't you tell me that?" She asked with a hint of anger but it didn't really have the desired effect when she was still sniffing from tears.

"I'm sorry, I should of." He sighed, "I guess with so much going on I completely forgot, plus I didn't know if it was entirely true. Duncan just said he remembered hearing it when he was a Warden in Orlais but no one can be sure. The last Blight was about four Centuries ago after all."

She nodded her head, now embarrassed for how she reacted to the dream. She had known it was just that, a dream after all, yet she had still let her fear overcome her when she had realised what they were about to do to her. It was what frightened her the most, that they actually did that. She was hoping that they didn't, that they made the illusion of going to do it to her to scare her. Yet her gut feeling told her that it wasn't and she couldn't help wondering if that's what they did to the women they took, and if they did, why?

"Alistair, all the people that the Darkspawn take, do you know what happens to them?" She asked.

He was silent for a while before shaking his head. "No, Duncan never told me about that. I think it's a subject that no one likes discussing or they just don't know. Not much is known about the Darkspawn." His voice then got allot quieter "I hope it's quick what ever they do. Is that what your dream was about then?"

"Sort of."

He nodded not wanting to press the subject. Her dream had obviously deeply disturbed her and she would talk when she's ready. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, much." She then climbed off his lap and back on the bed. Alistair's cheeks heated up when he saw her shirt hitch up until it wasn't covering any of her lower half and he quickly averted his eyes. He didn't want to be turned into a toad for staring, no matter how creamy her thighs looked. Ailia didn't seem to notice his obvious embarrassment and stared around the room, her eyes furrowed slightly. "Where are we?"

"Oh we are in the Revered mother's room. She so kindly let us borrow her room so you could get some much needed rest."

Ailia snorted, she didn't miss the way Alistair had said 'kindly', which had her guessing she was quite the opposite. "I bet she loved that," she giggled.

"Well it took allot of… persuasion, on mine and Teagans part." He smiled, glad to see that she was feeling better. "She seemed to think the fact that you saved the whole Village didn't out weigh that you were – "

"A mage?" She finished

"Yeah," he said awkwardly. There had been a shouting match between him and her reverence over the matter. She had wanted him to put her in a bedroll and lye her on the floor but Alistair would have none of it. She was obviously exhausted and she needed a proper bed, not an uncomfortable floor. It wasn't until Teagan stepped in and practically ordered her to let Ailia use her bed that she finally agreed. It had made him feel incredibly sad for Ailia at the time. After all she did for the village, all the lives she helped, some people only saw her with scorn still. It made him even gladder that Duncan had recruited him before he became a Templar. The thought of being anything like these people sent shivers up his spine.

A look of horror suddenly spread across Ailias face and she quickly sprang out the bed shrieking, "Ew, ew ,ew! I just slept in the Revered Mothers bed!"

He couldn't help but laugh and he made sure his eyes stayed away from the shirt that barely covered her. "So?"

"Who knows what she's done in there?" She had dropped her voice to a whisper and there was a clear look of disgust on her face. "She is a very lonely woman after all."

It as Alistairs turn to look completely disgusted now, "Thank you, for that mental image you just gave me there." He visibly shuddered.

"Your welcome," she smirked but then shuddered herself.

"I'm pretty sure that's like a sin to the Chantry, anyway"

"No wonder she's so uptight then." She muttered. She turned around to see that Alistair had put a hand over mouth and was shaking, obviously trying to hide his laughter. She was soon joining in and they were both doubled over. It took them a few minutes to compose themselves and Ailia was clutching her sides.

"Well, I think I best go talk to Bann Teagan about what we are to do, before you put more images in my head of her Reverence I could really live without," he said. "A tub was filled for you but I suspect its cold by now."

"You know, my magic isn't just good for blowing skeletons up," She smiled while wriggling her fingers in the air.

"You're going to blow up the tub?" He raised an amused eyebrow.

"Don't be stupid!" She laughed rolling her eyes. She walked over to the tub and placed her hands on either side of it (again Alistair had to avert his eyes as her shirt shifted upwards), she muttered a small chant before a red light shone around the tub and when she removed her hands a moment later he could see the steam rising from the water.

"That's a handy trick," he mused out loud.

"I know, I'm awesome, you don't have to tell me." She giggled.

"Alright, miss modesty," he laughed. "I let you get cleaned up and scrub all the Revered Mothers' bed sweat off you." She looked like she was going to vomit at that and he couldn't help but laugh more.

He went to turn around and leave when he heard he head her small voice call from behind him. "Alistair, Thank you." He gave her his best smiles and a small bow before leaving her to her bath.


No, I'm not into Darkspawn porn (ew), all will be revealed as to why she's having these dreams later on in the story (Although you can probably guess anyway).

raw666: All will be revealed in the next couple of chapters, all I'm going to say is there will probably be some tears. I don't want to reveal too much though as I'm an evil person =D.

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