Torn. Abused. Rejected. An amazing elven warrior who fights to survive and submit to her secretive power by avenging for her family's unfortunate death. Can a seductive and honest assassin who now aids her as his servant win her trust and her heart who knows nothing but pain? Find out in: A Blade for my Thoughts: A Dragon Age Origins Fanfiction.
All the characters and sayings are owned by BioWare (Except for Skylar, for she is my OC.)
Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your love and support are appreciated.

WARNING: The fanfiction is not for the young or those of weak stomachs.

This fanfiction contains:
Brief nudity and sexual interaction
Language and crude humor
Blood and gore (Fight scenes, open wounds, etc.)
Romance
Lots of cool epic fight scenes.

Made by: Blanki_Bri.

Chapter One
It was a bit chilly in the Dalish camp, for snow had begun to fall. Winter was a hard season to muster through as children began playing in the snow, parents laughing and enjoying each other's company.
Halla would be hard to hunt as they began heading north. And some of the hunters were weary from their travels.
But one hunter was not going to throw in the towel just yet.
She would hunt for her clan and bring food home for the sake of their survival.
Her survival.

It was getting colder now as she hid under the brush, her deep blue eyes focused on the huge halla eating right in front of her.
Her fingers ached and itched for her bow as it continued to eat the bait.
She would wait until it turned its back. And then she would strike.
The halla looked up, shifting its ears to hear if any danger were coming.
It turned to meet her gaze.
And she narrowed her eyes as she emerged from the brush, letting the arrow fly faster than the halla could even blink.
The hunter smiled as she watched the halla struggle for its life, getting closer to see the arrow in its neck.
"I am sorry, dear friend." She caressed the halla's head as it blinked at her, groaning, and struggling to break free of her grasp.
She took off her glove to reveal frost tipped fingers, pulsing with cold and ice.
"May the Gods give you a better life in the future."
She placed her fingers onto the halla's hide quickly and watched as some of her power ebbed it way through its body.
The halla groaned a bit, the frost going over it slowly.
Its eyes made its way back to the hunter. It nodded quietly.
Quietly as the frost ebbed away at it, the light going out of its eyes.

"Ma! When's Sky gon' be back?" The blue eyed elf's sibling Mare whined towards her mother, leaning on her apron as she tugged on it.
Mare was the youngest of the Mahariel family, being about six years old and meek, looking nothing like her elder sibling Skylar, whom was still hunting for food.
She looked nothing like her elder sister. She had brown honey curls like her mother and green eyes with freckles, her skin as smooth as chocolate. And did she whine whenever she did not get her way.
Skylar's mother Adora was ignoring her youngest daughter's whining by scoffing and rolling her eyes, pushing her brown hair out of her face.
"Mare Mahariel, you need not whine. It will not get you far in life."
Mare looked at her mother and pouted, crossing her arms.
"But Ma, I- "
"No, no. That is enough out of you for today. All your whining has been nothing but a headache. And you shouldn't forget that you have to apologize to the Keeper for your negligence. She did not take what you said to her so lightly."

Mare stood silent at her mother's words, getting teary eyed as she tried to wipe away her tears.
"I did not call her a bloody eyed halla, Ma! That was someone else, not me!"
Her mother turned around.
"Then who are you taking the blame for, Mare? Who is it?"
Mare gulped.
"Isiah. He was the one who said it, not I! I didn't want him to get into trouble, so I took it."
Just as her mother was about to scold her Skylar barged into the room with the huge halla slung around her back.
"Sis'er!" Mare said, running towards Skylar as she put down the halla unto the dining table, clutching on her leggings.
"Please tell your sister to stop annoying me, dear daughter." Adora said sweetly, hugging her eldest daughter while clutching her now swollen stomach.
Skylar looked at her mother with a serious look.
"You're supposed to be resting, Mother. The child is due in a few days now. You needn't be up. Especially in this weather."
Her mother crossed her arms. She was right. She needed her rest in order to deliver her child soon. And it was only a matter of time that she would be feeling her contractions.
"I tried, sweetness, but your little sister kept whining outside my door to make her some breakfast. Skylar, why must you be out so much instead of being with your family? You know Mare looks up to you, but you ignore it like it doesn't bother you at all!"
Her mother was not wrong on that point. She wasn't here all the time anymore like she was once, for she had been busy providing for her family. Such was what the eldest did.
And it was true. She ignored the fact that Mare did look up to her. She didn't want her to end up like her. A rebellious, spirited twenty-two year old who should be living life with a husband and her own children right about now.
Skylar looked at her mother hard, then turned her gaze to her little sister with her brown curls.
"I haven't found the right one, I am afraid. And I'd rather experience what life has to offer."
Adora scoffed.
"Oh, please, daughter! Your father said the same thing until I caught his eye, that is." She swooned a bit, putting her hand on her head.
"Such a wonderful man the Gods have blessed me with."
Mare stuck out her tongue.
"Gross, Ma! No one in here wan's to know your love sto'ry an' romancing."
Adora went into her room and chuckled, ruffling Mare's hair and kissing Skylar's cheek one last time before doing so.
"Such wonderful daughters I have been blessed with too. Skylar, do tend to Mare, will you? I need my rest, and she needs hers too."
"Of course, Mother. You have a good night."
Skylar's mother smiled at both of her daughters before closing her bedroom door.
Which left Mare to her care.
She took down her white blonde hair, letting it roll in its curls neatly across her back, picking up her little sister on her hip.
"You, missy, need to stop getting Mother up when you know she needs her rest."
Mare looked at her sister, confused.
"What do you mean she needs rest?"
"You remember our new brother or sister, correct?"

Mare scoffed.
"Big deal, sissy! Ma's all fine an movin' now! She don' need to rest!"
Skylar pinched her nose, making her flinch.
"Leave Mother alone. You can come to me if you need anything. She needs her rest to deliver. And Pops is in the army, remember? He's not coming back anytime soon. Probably by Christmas, maybe."
"All right, Sky. I'll leave Ma alone. That's a deal." Mare scampered to her room and hopped on her bed, wriggling with joy as she handed Skylar her favorite book: The Fall of the Dalish.
"Now. Read it to me!"
"Seriously, Mare? This book again?" Skylar complained as she hopped onto her little sister's bed, picking up the book and skimming the pages. The book cover had their symbol tainted with shem blood.

"All right. But you and I have a deal, alright? I read this, you sleep and leave Mother alone."
"Right."
Skylar started reading aloud.
"A long time ago, before any one of us were even thought of, we lived in our humble home where we were immortal from the humans. We were allied with them once. But with their greed and selfishness that had been inside of them, they took our homeland, and we went to war with one another."
Mare interrupted.
"How long's a long time ago, Sky?"
Skylar caressed her brow as she lay down.
"Like, we're talking a thousand years, give or take."
Mare watched as her big sibling tucked her under her warm wolfskin covers, beaming ear to ear.
"Anyways, we lost to their overpowering forces, stripping us of our immortality and cursed to live like them. We were enslaved by those measly shem until we broke free of their grasp on us, some of us going to alienages, making homes of our own and starting families, or staying close together in a clan like we are today."
Mare nodded sleepily, her eyes drooping.
"Are we's gon' get revenge on them one day, sis?"
Skylar nodded silently, kissing her head before leaving her room, peering in the doorway.
"That is not our way. The shem manipulated us like them but we broke free, but I believe we will have a better home soon, away from all the madness and the sins of this world. Dirthavaren is our true home, and we will go there when the Gods above say so."
"Go'night, Sky."
Skylar pushed her white blonde hair out of her fac and smiled.
"Night, Mare. Sleep tight. Don't let Fen'harel bite."
She closed her door tight and left to go into her room, hearing the sounds of her breath getting a bit heavy. Being bone tired, she collapsed onto her bed without changing and looked up at her ceiling, hands clasped together neatly.
God above keep us safe while we sleep. Help Mother to safely deliver this child into the world and Mare with her attitude, Father also in the army at Redcliffe.
Not knowing what would await her in the morning, Skylar let her eyelids close softly as she drifted of into a peaceful, silent sleep.