Yay I finally finished... Now I will let you read without my rambling for once, enjoy.
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Chapter 14: Little Star
Flames licked at her vision and the Halberd punctured the ground next to her head. Screams erupted all around her, horrible blood curdling shouts of agony, though she saw nothing but the raging fire. Her heart sped faster banging on the inside of her ribcage so hard she was sure it would leap out of her chest. Serrah felt trapped, scared, her body temperature was rising and sweat dripped from her forehead; she knew she should be burning, her voice should be ringing out with the gurgling screams from the dying Par Vollen's that were also present in the blazing heat.
Relief washed over her as soft silver and a light blue glow parted the flames with a heavy blow of his sword. The glisten of sweat covered him as well but he was not burnt, she noted as he made a mad dash for her and closed her inside a deep embrace. She clung to him so hard she was sure her fingers dug past the leather of his armour while he ran through searching for a way out of the inferno.
As sudden as it had begun the hellfire extinguished, revealing nothing but ashes and a lingering scent of seared flesh. Another wave of relief hit her as she saw Revas crumpled but still breathing not far from them and buried herself into Fenris's neck, tears soaking her face and her body shaking in his strong hold. Fenris surveyed the area with a quick scan of his haunted green eyes before bringing her lips to his ravenously, he held her so tightly she was sure she was going to suffocate but still she wished he would hold her closer. Serrah kissed back with just as much need and he showered her forehead, cheeks, chin, ears, neck and again her lips with kisses as though she could disappear at any moment.
They broke apart when a cough was heard behind them and Fenris spun on the spot, Serrah still firmly in the grip of one arm with his oversized broadsword pointing at a group of bulky, bronzed mages.
"Halt, you are the Dragon's companions?" The rough voice was laced with humour, or mockery?
Fenris's sword did not move nor did he answer them. A scowl of irritation crossed the mages lips.
"You are to follow us if you want to meet up with Atashi, you can however stay here and wait for an enemy spear to happen upon you and your lover, if you feel so inclined not to come with us."
The group turned and began walking away when she heard Fenris grunt with disapproval as he lowered his weapon and they tagged along wearily. Where they the ones who commanded the fire that saved them?
Revas had been picked up and carried by their saviours, the poor cub bobbing in and out of awareness while his fur was caked in the blood of their previous attackers. Fenris on the other hand was more aware than ever, his eyes continually darted between the mages' and a protective grip on both his weapon and Serrah. She did not understand his obvious distain for the men who saved them but she knew better than to ask questions when they were trying to avoid being seen by the Qunari.
Soon they came to a particularly dense gathering of trees and the mages hummed incantations in unison before gesturing them to go through. Serrah reached a hand out and the wall of trees rippled, she shuddered in remembrance of the last time she had done such a thing, a long time ago. Fenris and Serrah stepped through together and came upon a simple encampment with men and women chanting around a fire. Atashi was the first to notice them and waved them over.
"Thought we lost you both in that mess," he was quiet but excitement could be seen all over his facial features, "come the Seer has been waiting eagerly to see you."
"What happened? Why are the Qunari attacking a fake rebel settlement?" Fenris did not waste time with his curiosity and she could see he placed great distrust in the situation they were in.
"A new, strong voiced, political Viddathari joined their ranks has been pointing out rebel locations with great accuracy lately." He gave them a sad look before continuing, "Asala suspected this would happen and that is why the camp has moved. The leader of this rebel camp saw this coming and moved his camp and set up an ambush for the Qunari at the old location. Crafty old mages are hard to suppress."
Fenris took this in with a frown; they both knew who the new Viddathari was. Serrah was confused however to how Shok was able to so easily rejoin the Qun.
"In here, the Seer has been waiting longer than you would think."
They entered a tent and aside from the light glow from the small fire the darkness was never ending.
"Shok ebasit hissra. Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun. Maraas shokra. Struggle is an illusion. The tide rises, the tide falls, but the sea is changeless. There is nothing to struggle against." A figure appeared among the glow and spread a heavily clawed hand towards some skins laid out for them to be seated. "The Qunari have many good beliefs, and few that are wrong. However the Tevinter have many that are wrong and few that are right."
Serrah sat and Fenris followed, his lyrium veins barely concealed in his unrest.
"Calm yourself warrior... your enemy is almost on your heels... I am here to help." The man's voice was raspy, his breath short even when he breathed in deeply to speak.
"Surely you're problems are worse?" Serrah questioned, wondering why the old mage thought to trouble himself with their affairs when his home had been voluntarily burnt down as a distraction. "I do not mean disrespect, but the Qunari are.."
He cut her off with a rickety assent of his hand, "Imekari. Maraas Imekari. You speak when you should be listening."
She shifted uncomfortably and set her attention fully on each retching breath the old man took.
"The human mage, that plagues you... Do not face him now... You will fail, you must take leave of Seheron... Head east through, Venefication Sea... work on a ship then stay on course toward the Free Marches... If ever you lose your way, remember Kirkwall."
The old man quaked as he coughed and sat back with a wobbly sigh, Atashi bowed and uttered something incoherent then ushered the couple out of the ominously dark tent back into the blinding sunshine of Seheron. Serrah hoped the old man was not as dead as he seemed to be when they left, but did not have the chance to ask when she saw Asala in the distance covered in green paint and holding firm to a lance, her gaze seeking her that of her Dragons'.
The women behind Asala, Serrah recognised as the seamstresses who were the ones who fashion the green stone that hung from her neck. They rushed to her with a bundle of black furs.
"Took a while to dye the yellow to black," one winked.
"We here it is colder down in the Free Marches." Another added light-heartedly.
They bowed quickly to Fenris before flitting off to help the encampment. Serrah looked up at Fenris who had apparently already been studying her expression.
"So much for keeping Danarius out of your head," he muttered, his emeralds still a little haunted from the earlier ordeal. "At least I didn't lose you, anything aside from that I can bare."
Serrah shook her head and kissed her elf with tears skipping down her cheeks. He did not pull away but held her affectionately and cupped her face in his palms.
"To Kirkwall." Fenris stated with renewed energy.
"To freedom." She answered as he pulled her into another kiss.
"So let me guess," his stubby fingers toying with the rough mug and his brow quirked in knowing interest, "You hop a ship before Danarius makes it to the island and trekked your way through half of Thedas and eventually made it here?"
A smirk curved my lips, the pints the dwarf had been buying for me warming my cheeks. I was sure my face was flushed but I didn't care, it felt good to tell my story to someone.
"Why are you so sure the story is about me? For all you know I made the whole thing up." I slurred slightly and decidedly stopped the waitress from serving me another pint of ale.
The Dwarf leaned forward a glint in his eye, "I know a true story when I hear one especially one with such detail."
Heat spread from my neck that I knew was not from the ale. Right liquor wasn't her best friend, even so she didn't feel ashamed the charming man listened all night with incredible attentiveness while buffing his beloved crossbow.
"Alright you caught me." I sputter downing the last contents of the mug, "Anything else you want to predict, Dwarf?"
"Besides more marvellous love making on the sea? And please the names Tetras, Varric Tetras." He unloaded a flawless smile as he leaned back into his seat, "and yes I do have one more prediction, a storm hits your ship and you are forced to make your way to Kirkwall in hopes that your other half would do the same."
My eyes widen and I stop mid breath starring at Varric suspiciously.
"How do I know this you ask? Not many people travel around dressed provocatively in black furs with a large matching Feline." He chuckles. "First things first Little Star, you tell me your real name and I reveal how I already knew the ending to your romantic tale."
Well, seems I revealed more than I thought, stupid liquor wins again. I can't help but wonder if he knows the whereabouts of Fenris and that trustworthy glaze set in those dwarven auburn eyes could probably have me telling him anything he wanted to know anyway. Do I take the risk that this isn't another one of Danarius's ploys?
I decide that my gut has not failed me before and take a deep breath.
"My name, for information from you? That is more dangerous for me than you."
"Sweetheart, I already know enough to blackmail you back into the magister's hands if I was not the honourable and charming Dwarf that I am."
I try again and take a deep breath; Revas let out a yawn and rubbed against my hand as though he never got enough attention from me.
"My name, and if you didn't know already I will throw in a bonus since you probably won't believe me... is Sera Thalsian, Daughter of the first Archon of the Tevinter Imperium."
"No what I find hard to believe was the broody elf being anything but broody and him telling a story about running through a storm." The dwarf laughed completely quelling the suspense behind what I thought was a grand unveiling of who I really am.
"Alright..." I huffed placing my head against the cool table, "I told the story at the campfire while drunk, tripped half way through an, Maker help me, almost doused the fire with my vomit before passing out."
"Now that is more believable." He winked and patted me reassuringly on the back, "also you need to learn how to end a story. I feel jibbed."
"Get in line, you got more story than any of the bards and the hanged man got more coin out of me than any of the bartenders in northern Thedas."
"But I paid for all your rounds..." he stated with another signature smirk.
"Exactly, now are you going to tell me where to find my handsome elf or not?"
Sorry It was a short chapter, it was kind of meant to be a part of chapter 13... but I felt bad for taking so long to update that I published chapter 13 early. I don't know if you guys like the whole change from 3rd person to 1st person but I needed a bigger change than just ending up in Kirkwall. Anyway if you guys still wish a sequel I will get right on writing one. I will keep you all updated in my profile at least once a week.
Also sorry if the ending was rushed I really did try to make it flow better, but Kirkwall was calling incessantly and I needed my dose of my fuzzy chested charmer ^_~.