For the Templars 50

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Epilogue

It had begun.

The mage rebellion had spread throughout Thedas like wildfire. The Mages College had declared open war on the Chantry and the Templars had looked to the Viscount of Kirkwall for leadership. But that was where the problem lay; for the Viscount had vanished without a trace. The Kirkwall Circle fell apart within a short while despite the friendship between the Knight Commander and the First Enchanter, causing many of the mages to turn to blood magic in hope of freedom… It did not work. First Enchanter Isaac turned himself willingly over to the Templar control; but it was too little too late.

The Circle fell apart and the war broke out.

The War had caused many deaths on both sides and all over Thedas, people prayed for an end. They prayed for an end to the suffering. They prayed for an end to the horror, and a time of peace to come. It eventually came. It had been five long years of fighting, and death and destruction, until Hawke appeared once more. She appeared with her husband and several of her companions by her side. They fought both sides before dragging the leaders of each group to a meeting and doing everything but bang their heads together.

Varric remembered how Hawke had given one of her inspiring speeches about how a medium needed to be found. The Templars respected her as well as the Mages. They knew of her past, and her family, so some were eager for an end. But both the Templars and the Mages had allies, the Chantry and the Imperium. It took another year of a stalemate before the war was ended. And even that wasn't enough to satisfy some. The Seeker's and the Mages wanted Hawke dead, claiming she was the cause of this.

But they changed their mind after they spoke to her and listened to her past and her family and every choice she had made. She had managed to convince many of the Templars to have pity on the mages, those cursed with a deadly talent; and she had convinced the Mages to calm their hatred for the Templars, those blinded by devotion to religion and traditions.

Hawke never wanted this. So she made it her personal duty to make it all right again. After the peace was declared, they vanished again, no one knew where Hawke or any of her companions had gone, aside from the Prince of Starkhaven, but none dared to touch him for his power had grown as had the love he received from his people.

During that time, Magic had become less feared now that peace had been restored. The mages had freedom and the right to practice their magic as long as they did not go too far. The Templars guarded the Chantry and Circle, only interjecting to control the small number of blood mages or rogue Templars who dared to disrupt the peace. But Thedas was as peace, for the moment.

It had been just over eighteen years since the Viscount had fled and Kirkwall descended into chaos. The city had slowly regained is power and control, with Knight Commander Cullen supporting several nobles ruling the city in the place of a Viscount. As far as many were concerned, Hawke was still the true Viscount. But this was a big day for the city, for the first time in eighteen years; a member of royalty was visiting the city…


"Prince Duncan, please calm down," Bann Tegan laughed softly.

"But I'm bored," Duncan stuck out his tongue and Tegan smiled.

"Well my Prince, I can hardly do anything to fix that."

"You could tell a story, or we could all play a game or something!" Duncan groaned and Tegan laughed.

He was certainly Alistair's son. Duncan had his father's short blond hair, and his mother's soft eyes. That was where everyone had originally hoped the similarities would have stopped. How wrong they were. Duncan had a combination between his father's and his mother's humour the worst of both. When he was younger, he was always playing pranks around the Palace, and even had help from both his parents when a scheme was hatched at one point or another. The Queen and he actually had to make a formal apology to the King as Alistair was sick of being made the butt of the jokes.

But he had his mother's leadership, her agile mind, and her heart. Duncan also had Alistair's face and good humour and noble intentions, he was a good kid.

Of course he was still a horror though. When Duncan started training as a warrior, he would challenge his father every birthday since he was seven. And every time he lost, even if his father wasn't fully taking it seriously. So every match he lost, he would go to his mother and ask for help to get back at his father. Alistair would be angry for all of ten minutes before he would laugh and ruffle Duncan's hair, saying 'That's my boy'.

The one thing Bann Tegan and most of the Ferelden court worried about was if the true effect of the taint in both Alistair and Cousland's blood had been felt. He doubted that the taint had not affected Duncan in anyway shape, or form. Alistair had actually asked one of the older, Orlesian Wardens to see if there was a chance that Duncan was born a Warden. The mage had checked and surprisingly Duncan was not tainted, but Cousland said Duncan had terrible dreams about, what sounded like the Darkspawn.

And that was the worrying thing.

"Bann Tegan. Helloooooooooo!" Duncan waved his hand in front of his face before he smiled. "A-Loser-Says-What?"

"What?" Tegan raised an eyebrow as the prince and a few guards laughed from their seats around the boat. "Prince Duncan, if you would please be serious today. You are meeting the eldest son of the Prince of Starkhaven. He is to meet us at the Gallows to discuss with the Knight Commander the future of the city of Kirkwall."

"Why always so formal Uncle Tegan? 'Prince' this and 'your majesty' that, why all the titles? Just Duncan is fine!" Duncan sighed heavily and a small voice laughed.

"I just call you an idiot, that any better?" A young girl laughed from her seat at the table playing cards with some of the guards.

"Shut it Wynne! Tegan, why does that thing have to be here?" Duncan pointed to the fifteen year old who stuck her tongue out at him.

"Duncan; she is your sister. Wynne has every right to be here, your mother wanted her to see other cities and royalty." Tegan smiled as the young rogue hoped over.

"Yeah, you have to be nice to me. What would the Starkhaven family think of the heir to the throne if he made his little sister cry in public?" Wynne grinned widely and Duncan's eye's narrowed as he glared at her.

"You wouldn't."

Wynne cleared her throat and lowered her head dramatically as all the guards turned to watch with interest. The princess was infamous for being dramatic; her mother's daughter. She pulled her long red hair back and tears appeared in her brown eyes as she let out a whimper. "And then… and then he hit me daddy. Right in front of everyone!" Wynne sniffed loudly as a tear rolled down her face, "Duncan did it right in front of the Prince and I cried while he laughed."

"You manipulative little-" Duncan began before Tegan stood between them.

"Enough! Princess Wynne; please go find the Captain and ask when we will dock." He directed the young princess to the door and turned back to a fuming Duncan. "Like I said, behave."

The ship pulled into the Gallow Docks and Duncan smiled as he recognised the Prince of Starkhaven's eldest son, Michael, awaiting their arrival. Michael was two summers younger than him; but they still got along like a house on fire. Duncan walked on to the docks and gripped his wrist in a handshake.

"Michael, what's up?" Duncan smiled at the prince.

"The usual, parents wanting me to behave, sister's driving me up the wall and me desperate to do something that doesn't involve the Chantry laws." Michael laughed softly. He had his mother's blond hair and his father's soft blue eyes. Their parent's had been friends since their introduction in Kirkwall and they had practically grown up together. Their parent's always said that they were to be thankful to Hawke, but they had never met the fabled hero.

"Prince Michael! How good it is to see you," Wynne bowed with a blush at him.

"Hello Wynne, well met." He smiled as she shuffled her feet gently before he turned his gaze back to Duncan, "Come on then we need to speak to the Knight Commander."


"Please listen Cullen. I can't give you the location of my parent's, they don't want to rule any longer," A young woman sighed to the Knight Commander in his office. She had long red hair tied in a high ponytail, and her green eyes were soft with exhaustion.

"I know they are, Raina; I know. But your mother is a hero, and this city is falling apart despite the appearance of calmness. We need Hawke back." Cullen said gently as he watched Raina. She looked like more her father, but was definitely her mother's daughter. Cullen had met her when she was only eight and came to Kirkwall with one of Hawke's companions for something. He had recognised her as Hawke's daughter and had been making sure their family stayed safe from any danger finding them.

He owed Hawke much after all.

"I know Knight Commander, but let me talk to them again and I will return with their final decision." Raina sighed before the Commander led her out of her office.

"Fair enough then. How are your brother's doing? I assume Mason's magic is under control for the moment?" He asked the rouge with a smile as she laughed.

"Mason is well… Mason as usual. And Sebastian is being a moron. Did you know he wanted to join the Order so he can use Templar techniques on Mason? They are going to kill each other if they keep going along like this." Raina laughed and Cullen smiled. "But Mason always said that if he ever felt the demons were becoming too much he could come to the Circle for training."

"I still am not too happy allowing an untrained mage to run around." Cullen sighed.

"But Knight Commander, you have seen him. You know he's been trained." Raina teased the Templar, "And what of yourself Ser Cullen? Surely a man as handsome as yourself has a woman in his life?"

"I see you are a flirt like your mother. But no; I am old enough to be your father. So behave yourself child." Cullen smiled as she rolled her eyes as hey descended the stairs to the Gallows courtyard and saw a young Elven girl with black hair, braiding it slowly.

"Mari! I'm done," Raina grinned as the elf looked up. "Ser Cullen, you remember Marathari Nallsumé; she's enchanter Merrill's daughter." Raina smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you Knight Commander, but Ray; we need to go." Marathari sighed softly. Cullen noticed she had one golden eye and one green eye. Strange… he thought to himself before he returned to his office.

"So you ready to head home Mari?" Raina threw an arm over the elf's shoulders as she smiled.

"I am. But I wonder if you are. You Half-lings are usually so lazy." Mari grinned at her insult to Raina. People tended to call those of both elven and human blood, half-lings nowadays. Mari only used it to get on Raina's nerves.

"All right that settle's it. Put up your Dukes." Raina laughed as she dogged a punch from Marathari playfully. They didn't even notice a gang of mercenaries approach them.

"Well what have we here? An elf and a Half-ling? You two interested in a good time?" One grinned darkly and Raina glared.

"Come any closer, and you die."

"Well that's not very nice. We just want to get to know you." Another older man grinned and Raina began reaching for her daggers.

"Excuse me Gentlemen; I advise you leave these women alone." Duncan said firmly as he approached with Michael at his side.

"And who in the Maker's name do you think you are?" The leader sneered at him, and Raina turned to face him.

"Thank you for the intent Serah; but these men are too thick skulled to understand anything. If they want a fight they can certainly try." Raina smiled and unsheathed her daggers quickly.

"That's it; they all die!" The mercenary leader yelled as he and his group of seven charged them all.

Raina killed the leader with her daggers as Marathari threw a stone fist at one, crushing him to the ground. Duncan was hit by the last mercenary and fell, unceremoniously on his backside before Michael shot the remaining one with an arrow. Duncan grumbled something before he noticed a shadow over him and looked up at the girl he had tried to save with a smirk on her face, her hand extended towards him.

"You alright?" Duncan took her hand as she helped him up.

"I am well; I hope they didn't rough you up, I can't stand to see a woman in danger." Duncan smiled as he looked over her face. She was probably around his age and was of Elven decent. Her olive green eyes sparkled back at him, and he felt his heart race as he heard the soft purr of her voice.

"It's alright; I was happy to save your life." She laughed sweetly and Duncan blushed slightly.

"Duncan," Michael coughed as he pointed to a laughing Wynne; who was still cracked up that he was knocked on his ass in battle. Duncan rolled his eyes before he turned his eyes back to her.

"Forgive me; I believe introductions are in order. I am Duncan Therin, Prince of Ferelden, This is Prince Michael Vael of Starkhaven, and that thing over there is my sister Wynne." Duncan smiled when she laughed.

"This is my friend Marathari Nallsumé, and I'm Raina. Raina Hawke." She extended her hand, and he brought it to his lips in a soft kiss.

"A pleasure, Miss Hawke."

"It's all mine, my Prince." Raina's eyes sparkled back at him.

"Wait, Hawke? As in Ruth Hawke, the Champion of Kikrwall?" Wynne rushed to her side; pushing Duncan out the way. She was strong for a fifteen year old girl.

"My mother? Yes I suppose she is the same then." Raina laughed as Wynne's eyes sparkled.

"Oh Wow! I've heard about Serah Hawke, but I never met her. After she had finally calmed the war between Mages and Templar, she vanished. I wish I had a great hero like that in my family…" Wynne said; her voice full of wonder and admiration.

"Our mother is the Hero of Ferelden, and both our parents are Grey Wardens. How is that not heroic?" Duncan crossed his arms at Wynne.

"But Serah Hawke braved the Deep Roads, deeper than anyone had gone before! She defeated the Rock Wraith, the Arishock, a High Dragon, the First Enchanter, the Knight Commander and so much more!" Wynne giggled with glee as she danced around Raina. "Oh this is so cool!"

Raina laughed softly before she smiled at Wynne. "Tell you what. I will see if my mother would meet you next time she comes to the city. How does that sound?"

Wynne made a high shrieking sound of joy as she jumped happily to Bann Tegan, just finishing talk with some Templars.

"Will I see you sometime soon Raina?" Duncan asked hopefully as Raina smiled.

"It's a date."


The small cabin in the woodland of the Vimmack Mountains was filled with laughter as a slightly older Hawke kissed her two boys on the head, ignoring their protests.

"Mom! Seriously!" The taller pulled away and fixed his black hair into the style he had previously had before glaring at her with blue eyes. "We will be fine. Aunt Aveline and Uncle Donnic are taking Seb' to train in Ostwick for a week at the most, and I'm going with Uncle Anders and Aunt Merrill to Brandel's Reach for a month to train in peace. We will be fine! You have to stop worrying!" He threw his hands in the air with frustration.

"I know Mason. I just want you to be careful. Aveline is a tough cookie, so work hard Sebastian." She hugged the slightly smaller twin as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes mother."

"And Mason. Remember that demon's know what you want and will promise you anything. But don't listen; it will take everything from you."

"Maker, mom, why is everything about Mages and Templars so depressing with you." Mason grumbled and Hawke smirked.

"I told you; you'll know when you're both sixteen." Hawke laughed softly.

"But we're almost sixteen and Raina knows! She keeps mocking us saying you're taking her into the Deep Roads! It's not fair!" Sebastian groaned at his mother who rolled her eyes.

"I don't care if it's unfair. I said so. And she is not going down there till she's eighteen. No sooner, no later. Now go and be safe." Hawke laughed as they stomped away down the dirt road to where they would meet their friends. They had built several cabins along the winding road that led high into the thick woodlands on the mountains and Hawke smiled at the memories.

When she was approaching eight months of her pregnancy; Anders said she couldn't travel anymore and they had to make a permanent base. They came across their run down cabin and spend time rebuilding it before the birth of Raina, her fist born. Everyone had settled somewhere along the dirt road, except for Isabela and Zevran who had found a ship and were currently sailing the sea's. And Sebastian of course, who was now happily married to Eliza; who was really beautiful when she took off her helmet.

Hawke kept in touch with them and Cousland by letter occasionally. Hearing of the lives they had chosen to lead.

But Hawke was content, she had a beautiful family and great friends surrounding her. They would only go to the city for supplies and luckily Hawke had taken all her money when they fled. Her great grandchildren would still live comfortably without needing to work with the money they had. But that was stored away, only used occasionally. Hawke waved her twin's off and smiled before she jumped down from the porch and wandered around the back with a grin. She leant against the side of the cabin as she watched Fenris chopping more wood for the fire.

An incredibly sexy, shirtless Fenirs. She smiled as she snuck softly closer, wary of the lack of shadow's to hide in. She had almost reached him, before he turned around quickly and flung her over his shoulder as he spun her.

"Fenris, stop it!" Hawke laughed as Fenris smiled.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice the extra set of eyes on me?" Fenris smiled before he stopped and began walking back to the house, Hawke still over his shoulder laughing.

"I had thought we were past the stage of treating me like a sack of potatoes." Hawke smiled as he chuckled softly.

"We were; I find it amusing though." Fenis opened the door and walked to their room as Hawke laughed.

"This is the first time you have carried me across a house to ravish me in years." She smiled before he dropped her on the bed.

"Well we do have children my love. Children have ears and eyes; we couldn't subject them to that. But we're alone now." Fenris smiled as he climbed over her to get to her lips. He kissed her gently, wrapping his arms around her slender waist as she ran her hands through his silver hair. Hawke opened her mouth with a moan, allowing his tongue to taste and feel her.

Fenris pulled away as he kissed her neck slowly, moving his kisses further down her body. He opened unbuttoned her clothes slowly, never taking his eyes away from hers as they stared back intently. Her top came undone and Fenris flung in off their bed and kissed the tops of her breasts before he sucked her nipples through her bra. Hawke moaned softly as he bit her teasingly, his hands wandered up from her waist and unclasped her bra with a flick of his hands. Fenris licked her nipples at a maddeningly slow speed before he took one in his mouth and bit her. Hawke arched her back and moaned loudly, running her fingers though his hair, while her continued to suck her. He teased each breast and listened to her moans and smiled to himself.

Every time they made love, it was just as passionate, if not more so than the first.

Fenris kissed down her flat stomach until he reached her skirt and smiled up at her. He pulled it down so she was left in her underwear. Hawke smiled as she rolled over quickly, trapping him beneath her, her hips at his neck and watched him grin. Hawke slid down his body slowly, kissing everywhere she could find, giving the scar he got from the battle with the Vigilantem a kiss before he continued down his body. She reached his leggings and smiled as she saw him straining against the tight breeches. Hawke grinned before she untied his leggings with her teeth and listened to him groan as he was released.

Hawke licked his erect cock and listened to the deep moan that passed his lips. She smiled before she teased him before she took him fully in her mouth. Fenris involuntarily bucked his hips and went deeper into her throat. Hawke's eyes widened before she allowed herself an inward smirk and sucked him. Fenris ran a hand through his hair and felt his eyes cross in pleasure as she sucked him.

"When… uh… was the last time you gave me a blowjob?" Fenris smirked as she pulled her lips off him, and pondered and stroked him with her hand.

"Your birthday four months ago." Hawke grinned as she sat up. "And as I recall you got more than one off me. You're hard done aren't you?"

Fenris laughed as he reached up and cupped Hawke's face with his usual half smirk. "I have been blessed many times over that is certain. I have a wife; who is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my life. I have three wonderful children; one of each, a mage, a rogue and a warrior. Each a reflection of the greatest parts of her and myself. I have a home surrounded by friends and I cannot think of another thing that could make my world a more perfect place." Fenris said softly before Hawke leaned forward and held herself just above his lips.

"So nothing I can say can make this world better?" Hawke asked playfully before Fenris rolled her and trapped her beneath him with a smile.

"You can scream my name. Like when the nobles in Kirkwall made a formal complaint." Fenris smirked as she blushed at the memory before he pulled down her underwear and spread her legs as she smiled. He kissed her lips as he thrust sharply into her and listened to her moan into his mouth. Fenris rolled his hips and smiled as she moaned and gripped the soft sheets. Fenris pulled one of her long legs up onto his shoulder and thrust roughly into her.

"Oh Maker, yes Fenris!" Hawke screamed as he hit her pleasure spot hard. She moaned at each of his powerful thrusts, head thrown back allowing him to kiss her neck. Fenris moaned as he felt her tighten around him and he grinned.

"That close already?" Fenris thrust sharply and Hawke screamed as she came. Fenris watched her chest rise and fall at a rapid pace, as Hawke struggled to calm herself. "Well, aren't you the sensitive one?"

"Shut… shut up."

Fenris grinned as he slowly made love to her. He would get her to the edge of an orgasm, and then he would stop and listen to the frustrated rant she would give him. Fenris was going to do it at least once more then Hawke bit his neck and something in him snapped. He pounded into her and felt her nails scrape down his back as she moaned. Hawke came suddenly and dragged Fenris over the edge with her. They lay on their bed, basking in the afterglow of their powerful love making before Hawke propped herself up on an elbow and smiled down at Fenris.

"I thought of something," Hawke grinned

"I'm sorry?" Fenris sat up and faced her.

"I know something I could say that will make your life even better." Hawke smiled softly.

"And whatever could that be?" Fenris laughed as she looked at him seriously.

"I'm pregnant."

Fenris smiled and kissed her lips gently. "You're right; that does make my world even better."

"Good to know you're happy. You need to start keeping it in your pants." Fenris laughed loudly before he drew her into his arms as they lay there. He kissed the top of her head with a tender kiss and a small smile.

"Watch for the Hawk." Fenris whispered gently, echoing the Soothsayer's words from so long ago.

He watched for the bird.

He found the woman.

The Maker had finally smiled on him; looks like he owed Sebastian an apology.

"Did you say something love?" Hawke looked up at him and he smiled.

"Just a memory Mea."

"Just a memory" Hawke smiled.

"A beautiful one. The one that led me to you." Fenris smiled as she fell asleep in his arms.

Magic did have a use after all.


The End