From now on, we have something really AU. I adopted the story of King Maric from another novel, so maybe I should say 'I'm not own anything from the original Dragon Age series.'

Anyway, please give me some comment. I wants to know if I do something wrong.

Jewels

He'll die. They'll die. And everything they have done will lose. He knows it.

The Orlesian's troop overwhelming him and his friends, only a few men survived after the first wave of attack. One of his friends didn't die yet but the breeding wound will done its job soon enough.

"Leave me, Maric." The young raven hair man said. "Lead our men to the safety before next wave, don't worry about me."

"Doesn't be such a fool!" a young leader replied. "I would never abandon my follower, no matter what happen. Hold your hope, Loghain, everything will be alright, I promise."

Loghain grabbed his leader's collar. "You're more important than me or all of us. You have to live and free Fereldan. Don't you hear me?"

"I hear you, but I don't listen." Maric get away from those hands. "I'm leader here and I say we'll fight."

The sound of the war horn interrupted their argument. Everyone tried to stand, prepared for another attack.

"I may die here, but I won't die alone. Take them to the Fade with you as much as you can, my friends." The blond hair leader encouraged his men, for the last time.

They heard the warcry and the Orlesians's army rally through the dense forest. All of them eagerly to take Maric's head; he was a high prize after all.

But the first one who stepped in sight has fell, the mystic arrows came from nowhere and took their life.

"That…the Dalish's arrows!" someone said.

"But…there're no Dalish in Korcari Wilds. Where did it come from?"

No answer, only thing similar that was a shadow passing him. A little figure in the black cloak swooped down from the high tree and was rushing to the Orlesians alone.

Without any thinking, the rebel's leader follows the fearless one as fast as he could. And then he saw the fountain of blood spouted around. The entire battlefield became the vultures feeding ground; the soldier's corpses and those parts scattering in everywhere even on the tree's crotches.

Only living was a same one who saves his life. The mystical one stood still in the middle of the biggest pile of corpses. His or her cloak now changes to crimson shade like it dyed with those Orlesians's blood.

The cloak and veil cover all of that one's body. Although that face hidden in the shadow, but Maric knew the mystic one glared at him too.

He stepped closer but an elf girl rushed from the brush and blocked him.

"Close enough, shemlen." She said with a bow and arrow in her hands. Aim that at him in bodyguard's manner.

However, the boss stopped her. "He doesn't our enemy, Sha-riya. We already catch the big one, no need to find more in the same day."

That was a woman voice, charming sound and enchanted accent in fact. Maric felt like something flowed along his veins when he looking through those gold eyes. His mystical savior have the most beautiful eyes he ever seen, it seems like the priceless jewels ware glowing in the dark.

Anyway, that woman putted her hand on her servant's shoulder and smoothly pushed her aside. Although covered with the cloak, he could see her strolled majestically.

"I have to apologize for my Sha-riya, she doesn't like human." That voice almost cold, calmness despite the corpses around them. "Come, you and your men need the healing. And we have everything you need at our camp."

"I'm apologize ma'am. But I don't even know your name." the blond said. "My name is Maric and I…"

"My name is hard to articulate with your tongue and oh…I know who you are. We met several times before. That why I help you."

"We met..." Unbelievable, he didn't think he could forget that beautiful voice or eyes if they had met.

However, charming one just was saying. "Come, and I'll explain everything."

It too soon to trust the stranger, even the one who just was saves his life. But he didn't have so many choices. "I have to talk to my men first. They need to know what happen and some of them couldn't move right now." Maric responded politely.

"I understand. Your friend are breeding, he need the first aid. Well, let's back to them before the wolves come."

"The wolves…you're right, they would be dangerous. Let's get out of here." He gave her his hand but glowing eyes ignore that.

"Don't worry; they already have enough meal for the whole week. They kill for living not for power like you human."

Those words wouldn't strange if it came from Dalish girl. The red cloak said sneering and strolled pass him as an arrogant leopard. However, despite the tint blood on her cloth, she still has the scent of wild flower; coldly but tempting.

Alistair was jerk awake because that scent. It was lingering in his sense and overwhelming his brain. That dream was very strange but those glowing eyes and enchanted perfume were similar.

"Are you all right?"

Maybe he didn't really awake, the ex-templar still see those priceless jewels and smell of exotic fragrance. All were above him, touching his sense concernedly.

"You're sweating…in the cold mountain!" charming one exclaimed and rubbed his face, her touch seems real. "You might get sick. Who told you to sleep outside your tent in between snowing night?"

No, it real. He couldn't imagine this Vixena's reaction. She was censuring him but set his head on her lap, tried to give him some comfort. His shorty so complicated.

"I…this clearing don't broad enough for everyone's tent, so I have to…"

"You should tell me. We can share the same tent." The leader cut him off without any thinking.

He couldn't control his mouth. "Are you sure? Isn't a little sudden?"

Vixena blinked and shoved him off her lap. "That doesn't what I mean!"

That hurt, but it worth for those red cheeks.

"But you said 'we can share the same tent.'" Alistair bantered, as innocent as he could pretend.

Little Warden was staring at him furiously. She knew he was teasing her. "The thing is, we have different watch, and you could sleep in my tent when I stay outside. I don't mean…that."

"Oh…you have my apology. No women say something like that to me before, I misunderstanding. What a shame?"

She crossed her arms, thinking something before asked. "So…you said you were raised in the Chantry. Have you never...?"

Like someone hit him at his buttock, the chantry-boy was jerk to sit up. "Never… Have I never what? Have a good pair of shoes?"

Curiously woman's face turns more and more scarlet. "You know what I mean!"

"I'm not sure I do." He knows exactly what she means but never thinks his little grumpy girl might ask him this. And again, he couldn't resist some amusement. "Have I ever seen a basilisk? Ate jellied ham?"

Alistair glared at her glowing shiver orbs, slowly said these words. "Have I ever licked a lamppost in the winter?"

Vixena's head would explode any time soon, her brain suffered too much damage and her sis absented. She felt so helpless. "Now you're making fun of me."

"Make fun of you, dear lady? Perish the thought." Taller Warden was grinning triumphant. "Well, tell me: have you ever licked a lamppost in the winter?"

It would easier if she could thrust her hidden blade through his ear and ear but that certainly too much for defend herself. "No, I never licked a lamppost in the winter!"

How could anyone do that while she hates the men?

"Good. I hear it's quite painful." He sighed in relief. His shorty so innocent but he wonders it some time. "I remember one of the younger initiates did it in the dare, once, and there was pointing and laughing…oh, the humanity."

"I, myself, have also never done it. That. Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but…you know." He stressed in every words, to make sure she would know she is the only one in his wildest dreams.

Vixena was looking through his eyes and lose. Her words were swallowed, her lips felt dried and her gut told her to run.

However, it wasn't her gut, it was her sister.

"Sorry for interrupt but I sensed something horrible."

Whatever is it, it not the darkspawn. Her Grey Warden's sense doesn't aware it. Even Alistair couldn't sense it too; he grabbed his sword only because of her expression.

"Crouch!" Vera warned.

Just in time, two Grey Warden fell to the ground when something big swooped down. It missed and flies away.

"The Black dragon… damns it!" The older one swore. "She could sense us."

'But…Why she attacked us?'

"Because she leaded the other, they're around our camp now!"

Well, as you might say. I really love to twists something from the original, so I changed some dialogs. I'm apologize if those made anyone angry.