Amarillis yawned as she watched from across the courtyard as her brother spoke with Varric and his brother. She was sitting on top a crate, swinging her feet as she hummed lightly to herself as she looked around the stone of the area. Her gaze falling to the group that had come with them, her eyes catching her brothers as she offered him a big smile.

"Alright, we're ready to go."

Amarillis jumped off the crate as she heard Aristide, Varrics brother talking to the group behind them as an "inspirational" speech.

"Hey, who brought the old lady?"

Aristide looked over his shoulder as his siblings looked, all three of them groaning as they walked over to their mother.

"I apologize sir dwarf, but I must speak with my children."

"Mother, no. We've talked about this."

"I know my darling, I just want to know if you will be taking Carver with you."

Amarillis looked up at her brother, concern played across her face.

"I have not decided yet."

"I AM going."

Carver interjected his elder brother as he looked at his mother, determination set in his voice.

"You can't take everyone anyways! So pick so we can get going!"

Aristide looked over his shoulder as the dwarf yelled at him, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to his sister. Her eyes where locked on Carver, concern played across her face as she looked at Aristide, shaking her head as her eyes glazed over. Aristide let go of a heavy sigh as he grabbed Carvers shoulders.

"I need you to stay here and look after mother."

"What?!"

Carver swatted his hands away and took a step back, his eyes falling to his sister.

"And you agree with this?"

Amarillis looked down and nodded. An angry growl rolling threw Carvers chest.

"Carver, not all of us can go, we need to you look after mother here. Please. Do this for us, if not us then do it for mother."

Carver glanced at their mother, all anger fading as he sighed.

"Alright. But you better come back soon."

Aristide motioned for Anders and Fenris to come over to them.

"Are we done? Family drama over?"

Aristide growled as he looked down at the dwarf, nodding some. Amarillis looked back at Carver, frowning some as she waved to him, he didn't' wave back.

"It's been a long time coming brother."

Varric looked at his brother and smiled slightly.

"Indeed it has, the deep roads await!"

"Ah, Kirkwall... Never thought I'd say I missed it."

Aristide chuckled as he glanced down at Varric.

"So what now Hawke? Going back home to check on the family?"

He nodded some as his sister came up beside him.

"Yes. We are going to tell mother the good news. We will soon be out of lowtown."

Varric laughed as he patted Hawkes arm.

"I'll see you later, I'm going to see if I can find some buyers to help you along."

Aristide nodded as he took his sisters hand, Anders and Fenris walking behind them till they went their separate ways. Amarillis had given Fenris a tight hug in farewell, over their time in the deep roads, the two had grown closer.

As Aristide scaled the steps to Gamlen's house, he froze outside for a moment as he could hear the soft pleadings of his mother. He quickly opened the door, freezing once again at the site inside.

"Carver, please. Don't do this!"

Liendra and Carver looked to the door as they heard it open, Carver grimacing as he saw his elder brother.

"Hello brother, I see you made it back."

Amarillis came up behind Aristide, placing a hand on his shoulder not yet noticing Carver. Her gaze turned inside and her face paled. Her younger brother dressed in Templar robes.

"Please, talk him out of this."

Their mother pleaded to Aristide as he took a couple more steps inside.

"Carver... W-H-Why...?"

"Oh don't even start. You go out into the deep roads, come back rich and want me to fall in line again."

Aristide shook his head.

"That isn't what-"

Carver held up his hand.

"Save it."

Aristide growled as he grabbed his staff, gripping it tightly.

"Why a templar!? You want to report me to them as "pay back" for the years you felt neglected? You want to report our sister?!"

Everyone froze, Aristide's eyes growing wide as he turned around and looked at a pale skinned Amarillis.

"Sweet Maker... Amai, I am so sorry..."

""What do you mean report our sister? She isn't a mage! You are!"

Carver pointed a finger at his elder brother, whom let a heavy sigh slip past his lips as he looked over his shoulder at Carver.

"We kept it secret, Amarillis hates magic about as much as you do... So we tried to hide it..."

Amarillis looked down as Carver stared wide eyed at her, her gaze climbing up to see her mother's expression.

"N-no. If she was I would have known, I'm her mother!"

Amarillis let tears roll down her cheeks as she reached out, opening her palm to the ceiling. Her palm grew cold and started to produce a mist that seemed to thicken and grow into a miniature palm sized snow storm before she closed her fingers around it, the mist fading as the tips of her fingers were now coated in ice. Their mother gasped and covered her mouth as Carver glared at his sister.

"You lied to me?! About everything!?"

Amarillis looked up, sadness coaxing her face as she shook her head frantically.

"I've had enough of this. I am doing what I want! No more lies, no more secrets." He stormed past his siblings, pausing at the door.

"Oh, and you can have this back."

He removed the blade from his back and shoved it into his sisters hands, her lips parting as she gasped out a soft sob.

"Carver! Your sister spent years saving up for that for you!"

"Yea? How do I know that? She seems to have lied to me about everything else."

Amarillis shook her head frantically as she tried to reach out for her brother, but he stormed off before she could do anything. Their mother fell to her knees crying and Aristide was at her side in an instant, Amarillis let her eyes drift to her family, the glare her uncle gave her making her head snap as she clutched the blade tightly to her chest and ran out the door.

"Amarillis!"

She could hear her brother calling after her but she didn't stop, tears running down her cheeks as she ran threw the streets. She ran threw high town and dusk town, trying to find a way out of the city. Eventually, she had found her way into the gallows, her body trembling as she looked around for a moment.

"Excuse me, do you need something?"

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped, spinning around quickly to see a templar. She shook her head, glancing around again as she clutched the blade to her and walked away, she felt eyes on her back as she tried to calm herself, shutting her eyes tightly as she took the path back threw high town and finally found the gates out. She could hear foot steps behind her but didn't care, her feet constantly moving as she wandered away from the city and over to the wounded coast. As she reached the point, she stopped, her gaze out to the waters before she dropped on her knees, the blade falling from her gasp as he cupped her hands over her face. She could hear the foot steps behind her again and she quickly grabbed Carvers blade and stood up quickly, yelling as she brought the blade down on the person that had been following her. The metal of the sword met metal, the loud clank echoing around the area Amarillis looked more closely, spiked metal gloves and white hair could be seen from behind the blocking blade. She pulled back as she dropped Carvers sword, staring as Fenris lowered his grate blade and placed it upon his back.

"Nice to see you too Amai."

She frowned and looked away from him, his head tilting some as he walked towards her.

"Wasn't that Carvers blade?"

She nodded some.

"Why do you have it?"

"H-he... He..."

She shook her head as a sob ripped from her lips, covering her face as she dropped onto her knees. Fenris jumped slightly at the reaction he got.

"Hey... I'm sorry. I did not mean to upset you."

He knelt down in front of her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

"He... Joined the templars... He found out I'm a mage... "

Fenris could feel the pain in her voice. He bit his lip as he wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed against his shoulder, burying her face into his neck. They stayed like that for a time, Fenris the first to move as he pushed her back gently. Picking up the blade, he placed it on his back with the other one he had and helped Amarillis up, keeping his arm around her shoulder as she leaned up against him.

They walked back into Kirkwall and into high town, Fenris saw Aristide running around looking in every hall and corner he could, freezing when he saw Fenris with Amarillis. When he took a step forwards to run to them, Fenris shook his head and gave a stern look, motioning towards the mansion he was held up in and continued to walk past him. Aristide nodded as he watched Fenris walk past, his sister completely out of it as she leaned up against the elf, he stalked behind them slowly until they reached Fenris's hide away, making sure they entered safely before taking his leave back to low town to let their mother know she was alright.

As Fenris sat her down on the bench inside, he quickly made a fire and went to fetch a blanket for her.

"Fenris...?"

He looked back at her as he picked up a blanket, his lips pressing into a frown as he could hear how small her voice was.

"Why did I have to have magic...? Why couldn't I just... Be normal?"

She stared up at him as he walked over and placed the blanket over her shoulders, sitting next to her as he sighed lightly.

"I'm afraid I don't have that answer."

She frowned as her gaze turned to the fire, grabbing the blanket and closing it around her.

"I often wonder... Why it wasn't found out sooner. My eyes make it so easy."

He stared at her as he frowned again slightly, placing a hand on her shoulder making her look at him, the brilliant unnatural blue hue of her orbs staring into the forest green of his. He smiled lightly and leaned in, kissing her forehead gently.

"You are unique, nothing more. I often wondered about mages, if they asked for forgiveness, wished their magic away..."

His eyes drifted away for a moment before he looked back at her.

"It is still hard for me, but I am beginning to understand that not all mages, are like the ones I knew."

Amarillis smiled lightly as she laid her head on his shoulder, shutting her eyes as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close.