"Remember Eve, magic is a double edged sword it can be good and bad, it depends on the person…"
"I know, I know."
"Oh look if it isn't Eve? Lucky snob!"
"I hear she gets to visit home!"
"She has no idea how lucky she is!"
"Lucky selfish brat!"
I never wanted this. I came under the guidance the guidance of enchanter Lydia. She offered me to come with her but to be going outside was terrifying enough now all this, all these death glares, all these swords, all these Templars at my throat. I'm scared but happy, I mean not about this whole breach fiasco Andraste no! I may sound selfish but I'm outside! I'm outside the tower! It's… I presume it's better without that breach in the sky.
Although I wouldn't mind leaving, I don't care where anywhere but here. I mean with all these monsters, Templars and that seeker that wants me dead.
Wait… no enchanter Lydia she's gone. No…this isn't fair! Why!? Why did I survive? Lydia should have survived, Adam should have survived; everyone should have survived not me!
Don't get me wrong, mages are not dangerous it the Templars that push us to these levels of blood magic, blood magic is for the weak willed…
It's funny I remember when I was a little girl, dreaming, hoping, wishing to go to the outside world, to experience the fresh scents of grass, to enjoy the lush cheeses and such of the outside world and to meet the people, to understand why we are kept prisoner inside a tower of stone, when we are in control and not weak minded as the others roaming the outside.
This isn't what I wanted.
I never wanted this.
This isn't fair…
"AHH!" I scream as the stinging sensation no burning sensation coursing from my hand making me whimper as the flames keep devouring my hand. It hurts… it hurts… make it stop please! I hate this!
My ears perk up at the rushed footsteps as the angry woman from before helps me up.
"The pulses are coming faster now. The larger the Breach grows, the more rifts appear, the more demons we face." The warrior warns me as I simply nod, not wanting to face her furious wrath again. It's better to stay on her good side.
"How did I survive the blast?" I ask as a familiar feeling of curiosity eats away at me, the wonder of this mark, the magic capable of such an explosion, it intrigues me, Lydia did always admire my curiosity of the outside world and the art of magic in the tower.
"They said you… stepped out of a rift; then fell unconscious. They say a woman was in the rift behind you. No one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I suppose you'll see soon enough," Cassandra answers.
"Everyone's dead? Were there any survivors? Are you sure?" I ask desperation in my tone.
Please say the enchanter is okay…
There were no survivors, neither side survived the blast but I assure you, from the looks of things it was a quick death, no pain," I turn to the elf who seems neutral making me blink at the heartless elf at least Cassandra is making her pain, as shown by the previous grimace, this elf, she doesn't care.
Nervously, I open my mouth to scream only to stop as I bow my head, fighting will get me nowhere right now I just want this thing off me or at least know what is it, so I can understand how to remove it or to use it to help these people. That's what enchanter Lydia taught me, helping others is a trait most lack these days and we must recover it, she wasn't wrong. Quietly, I narrow my eyes at the silent and oblivious white haired elf.
Lydia I'm so sorry.
I sniffle as I recall her old but warm smile, so warm it lit up the cold tower we were trapped in.
No. I shouldn't cry she would have wanted me to be strong; it's what she would have wanted me to do, help not be a cry baby and flee.
"Hey!" The bark surprises me causing me to squeak out in hock as I jump back, only to turn to the elf whose turquoise orbs widen as she reaches out to me, I scream-
BAM!
Ahh! Agh! I wince as I am enveloped in a familiar cursed neon green as my body is hurled to the ground, groaning and whimpering as the stones hit me, until I collapse into the ice cold thin sheet of ice. I groan as I hear the faint crack of ice.
"Foolish mage, look at your surroundings not mope around," I turn to glare at the frowning elf; she doesn't like mages I can tell from her furrowed brow. She doesn't have to be so rude though, I don't get it one moment she's nice the next she's mean. What is up with her?
Shriek!
Startled, I jump back at the inhuman screeches and narrow my eyes at shades, if I recall the monsters of the fade.
"Stay behind me!" Cassandra orders me as Cassandra draws both her shield and blade whereas the Elf draws out her silver twin daggers, amazed my eye widen when she clicks the two twin blades together, creating a bow as I notice the quiver by her side as she draws out a few arrows to fire and provide cover for Cassandra.
I can't do anything! I have to do something. Quickly, I stand up as I notice a Shade try to take out the elf by surprise, not on my watch. I dart to the fallen crates with weapons some crates are damaged but this one luckily isn't. Urgently, I grab the staff feeling a familiar tingling sensation flow from my right hand to my body. I focus and fire out a chaotic rain of thunder, shocking the shade who screeches snapping the elf's attention to the beast as she swiftly, detaches her blades and impales the shade causing the beat to evaporate away.
Surprised, the elf turns to me but I ignore her surprise and turn to Cassandra fending off one Shade on her own, impressive. I begin focusing as I use my staff to release fire causing the shade to panic, allowing Cassandra the advantage to strike the distracted Shade and provide the killing bow
"It's over," I sigh, relief flowing though me at the fact that we are all alive and safe.
However, the harsh screech of metal cutting the air interrupts me as I take a step back seeing Cassandra's wary glare, blade drawn at me.
"Drop your weapon now," Cassandra orders as I tremble under her furious glare. Unsure, I glance at the baffled elf still in shock over me saving her.
Bravely, I gulp down the nervous salvia and hold my head high, challenging the girl as I keep my staff in hand. "Do you really think I need a staff to be dangerous?" I challenge her wincing as my voice trembles no! I'm meant to be confident urgh…
"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Cassandra argues as I sigh and use the fuel of anger and stress to make me counter.
"I haven't used my magic on you yet." I argue my eyes narrowed at the surprised warrior. Angrily, our eyes look down into a stare off weapons raised; anything could tip off this battle…
"Cassandra enough…" the voice of the elf startles me as we turn to the elf who looks fed up as she withdraws her blades.
"But-"
"Cassandra," the firm strong voice of the elf makes me raise a brow as the elf avoids my gaze and moves on ahead of us. Reluctantly, she sighs and sheathes her blade. "You're right. You don't need a staff, but you should have one." Cassandra reasons bringing a small proud smile to my lips as I feel a small seed of my confidence begin to bloom, beginning a giddy smile to my lips as we trail behind the silent elf.
"Is she okay?" I ask Cassandra worried for the mage hating elf.
""Fennec will be fine, Fennec does not trust mages like you," Cassandra tells me as I frown.
"Why?" I ask as Cassandra shrugs. "I have no idea, she is however a strong ally come, let us catch up to her," Cassandra reasons and I nod following the human, frowning slightly as my thoughts linger on the mage hating elf. Why does she hate mages so much? Does she fear magic like enchanter Lydia spoke of those fearing magic or is it something else, who knows?
I just want all this madness to be gone.