A/N Time gets funny when you're being tutored by an insane abomination. :)

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Two years... two years working my mind to mush cramming it with information about magic, theories about magic, and how to actually DO magic on a massive scale such as crumbling a fortress's walls to the ground with FIVE well trained blood mages. Under Flemeth's tutelage I've suffered, I've grown, and most important of all I've mastered some basic fade powers. She taught me how to bind my soul to that of any demon, and survive. For mere half-seconds curing combat I can, with the help of blood magic, suck the fade essence from demonic spirits and use that energy for my spells. She even taught me healing magics to cover up and heal myself at the same time using the fade energy remaining after intense battle.

I'm still not used to feeling my dagger sink into my palm to release the fade energy into this realm. It's like a flare, anyone within a certain radius with magic or magical detection like templars could pin-point my location in mere seconds. But oh... the temptation... Just cut a bit deeper, just slice a bit more and- No! No, I'm strong, I need to keep it controlled. The blood magic alone is intoxicating, but to drink from the endless fountain of mana that was the Fade... I can see why some people lose themselves.

'It is a simple catalyst for the control of something far greater, something even MORE powerful than the Fade...'

Flemeth doesn't wield fade energy, but I can still feel her magic isn't natural. She seems to be born with it, like those of the Fade.

'I am older than mere men, yet just as feeble...'

Her soul feels older than any Spirit or Demon I've met in the Fade. Flemeth has even used her power to send me into the Fade to train. None of them are able to even match a fraction of her power, and that both frightens me and relieves me. No matter what power I wield, she will have more. I will require something devastating to defeat her if it comes to that, something I'm worried might happen anyways if Flemeth's talks about change is any indication.

'A war, not just between Man, Mage, and Mer, but between their creators will reshape this world into a new form.'

I left my first life at the end of 2013, I saw the E3 teaser that year, 'The Fires Above', I know something is coming, and I know what a tear in the Veil looks like. Whatever is going to happen will push this world into absolute chaos... I just hope that I'll be ready for it when it comes...

"Catch me if you can brother!" I snap out of my dark thoughts at the strangely threatening and alluring sound of Morrigan's voice as she jumps up and flashes into a Raven, her favorite animal.

Speaking of allure...

I smirk at her as she catches the lead. Changing into my own favorite, I flap my wings rapidly, pushing to catch up to her and fly side by side. She caws in annoyance that I copied her form.

I'm very new at shapeshifting. I need to see the creature to take that form properly, but I'm getting better. So far I've been mostly successful recreating an all black wolf with red eyes and dark gray paws.

I look over at her as she collapses her wings for a moment to drop before spreading them to catch the wind. I admire her natural beauty as she lands perfectly on a branch and ruffles her feathers as a signal to join her. I caw in acknowledgment at turn my wings to circle around and land on the same branch as she, with admittedly less grace then she has. She raises a wing and pecks at it as she makes a small muffled squeak to show she's laughing.

Yeah, yeah laugh it up. She and I... well, we 'bonded' like this from time to time. Mostly in animal form since she oh so enjoys me making a fool of myself.

I look over at her as the sunlight makes her black feathers glow slightly and find her doing the small nuances a raven does when simply sitting.

She'd never admit it, but she loves doing this, being in animal form. I can see it in moments like this when Flemeth isn't grinding me with Ancient Tevinter or Nevarran or the five other languages she decided I NEED to learn before I go off into the world. I'm regretting telling her about my near-eidetic memory, because the amount of information she throws at me on a daily basis is just insane even for her!

I just watch her out of the corner of my eye, just seeing the cold exterior melt off for a small moment while we relaxed.

Well, while SHE relaxes, I personally find being an animal slightly daunting. Just like learning about Qunlat, or the language the Qunari speak. Seriously, I understand it's going to be useful but why do I need to learn how Qunari make love? I'm not going to be THAT close to a Qunari any time soon, and I'm damn sure I'm not going to like wearing...

I think for a moment.

...Uh, ok 'the traditional mating paint all females look for when choosing their mates' Its supposed to burn the skin like hell so the more you put on the stronger you seem to them. Or something like that, I might be wrong since the book was in Tevinter when Flemeth threw it at me and said, 'Read this, reread it, then memorize it and be ready to recite it after combat training this afternoon.'

I shake my little raven head clear of the detailed Qunlat conversations I had to translate to Tevinter while dodging fireballs last night.

Flemeth knows how to keep you focused I'll give you that much.

I peck at the strain my terrible landing did on my left wing before looking around at the view. In the distance I can see a small village, Lothering, something from a different life it seems. Back from before I learned the truth, before I realized my foolish notions of honor and pride were simply that, foolish.

I tilt my head in thought.

Kind of like that worm I ate yesterday, mushy but delicious.

Morrigan's companionable caw breaks me from my simple raven thoughts and I look over at her to see she's resting comfortably. I shuffle slightly and turn my attention back to our targets as they move along the road, a band of templars going back to Lothering to report out activities to their masters the the sweaty Mabari bitches they are. Morrigan shifts further away and spreads her wings, signaling it was time.

We were caught practicing our spells when these fools attacked us, now since they know what we look like we have to kill them to stay hidden, simple as that.

I nod my raven head and stretch my wings with her. She takes off and I count to three before doing the same. We flutter our wings, rapidly flying at break-neck speed through the natural obstacle course of tree branches until we finally break through and land on opposite sides of the road a few meters ahead of the templars. We just watch them as they approach, their smug sense of superiority sickening me into involuntarily gagging on the bits of a dead and decaying wolf I ate earlier to keep my strength up.

"What shall we tell the Revered Mother when she asks what happened to Ser Fredric?" I look at one of them in particular, a knight recruit as he says this.

"We tell them the truth, we were ambushed by an apostate mage and an abomination and had to leave him behind to report our findings." The lieutenant tells the recruit bluntly.

Abomination! The nerve of these lesser creatures! To think of me as such a fool to willingly let a demon control my mind!

I pose my wings to attack and Morrigan shakes her raven head at me, it wasn't time. I stifle the caw for kill for a bit longer to listen to the rest of their conversation. "Ser Bryant won't like that." The recruit retorts.

They finally pass between us, completely ignorant to the fact that death their deaths sat on an old fence post merely two meters from their supple succulent eyeballs. I shake my small head to get away from the impulsive animal thoughts.

Got to stay focused.

"I don't care what Ser Bryant thinks! We are reporting this to the Revered mother and telling them that without the proper tools at our disposal we cannot battle in the-" Morrigan's wings jump to attack stance and I can see the murder in her eyes from here. This is going to be fun.

If ravens could smile, I'd be grinning wickedly.

She takes off to flank them from ahead while I snap into my elf form and step up behind them while drawing my staff in my left hand and holding a quick burst of pure fade energy in my right, blocking their retreat. "Are you boys lost?" I smirk at the sound of Morrigan's smug, innocently sinister voice calling to our prey.

They instantly stiffen and go for their blades at recognizing the voice. Reaching out, I blast the recruit that was talking before with pure fade mist, instantly possessing him with the first demon that wants in. He screams out in agony as his body rips itself into a new and improved creature.

The first templar to turn towards the abomination and gasp in shock found razor-sharp claws protruding through his face and out the back of his head, and instant kill. I then direct the rage demon possession to duel with the lieutenant and use the last pulse of fade energy to heal my palm

Horror and terror rips through the minds of the last two recruits at the front as Morrigan casts Waking Nightmare.

Very useful for thinning the herd.

They nearly get to the point of insanity before the lieutenant notices as he blocks another claw attack from my abomination and casts cleansing aura to breaks them from their hold. The three of them rush the abomination and kill it with moderate difficulty. "Unfortunate, I rather liked that one, he had spirit." I calmly state while dipping into my personal mana pool.

They all look at me with piercing gazes as I smirk at their fallen companion's demise. "The Mak-!" I snap spin and slide my staff across the ground at my feet, causing a burst of solid shards of ice to stab into their armor and freeze them all solid.

I slowly step forward and tsk as their eyes follow me. "How pathetic, don't you agree sister?"

Morrigan steps up behind the frozen lieutenant, "No doubt they failed their training to fall so easily to two simple apostates such as we."

I rub my chin, "Indeed, they are simply men with swords and armor, no real power to them." I discreetly prick my fingers as I speak and use the small drops of blood to build up more fade energy.

"They are misguided fools and need to be taught a lesson." Morrigan says playfully. I nod and press my hand against the foreheads of the two recruits, using the fade energy to mold their minds to my will and make them forget their purpose in life, their drives, everything good about them. I step back and drop a small fireball at their feet, thawing them instantly. The two templars, without purpose, quickly draw their blades and stab themselves through their heart. "Weak willed fools..." Morrigan says in a sing-song voice as they both bleed to death at the lieutenant's feet. I look down sigh internally at the waste.

They need to die, but I'll only enjoy a small bit of it.

I step up to him and brush some frost off his shoulder, "What do you think we should do to this one sister?" I ask casually while stepping over the two dead templars and starting to lap around the last templar-cicle.

Morrigan hums in thought as she taps a slender finger against her dark lips. "What might the Maker wish us to do with his failed creation?" She asks as I pass by on my second lap. "Burned alive like his blushing bride?" Fear glints in the slowly thawing templar-cicle's eyes.

"No, he is not a woman of a pure heart and pure soul dear sister." I comment softly.

This is becoming cruel.

A tear rolls down the sheet of ice frozen to the templar's cheek, "How about hunger? Let's see how one of the Maker's will can last through a bout of starvation." Morrigan states wickedly.

I pause in contemplation and take a peek at the terror and horrific fear in the templar's eyes. "No, tis not grand enough a punishment for someone of his status." I continue my lap unhindered, subduing the pure disgust I have in my gut from what we are doing to the poor man. Flemeth didn't raise weak-willed children.

"Choose for me will you? I tire of these ridiculous games." She feints a yawn and steps back to watch as I finish my fifth and final lap to stand right in front of the last templar and try to contemplate the perfect punishment for threatening our livelihood.

Spike up the arse? No. Drowning? No. Branded? No.

I frown in deep thought before smiling as it comes to me, "Eyes eaten out of his skull and then defecated onto the head of the Revered Mother herself." Morrigan laughs wickedly behind me as the templar passes out and hits the ground, his head now properly thawed enough to carry out our plan. I turn to Morrigan, a bit of disgust causing some hesitation. "Shall we feast?"

She smiles slightly before sighing, "Very well, wouldn't want to upset the Maker now would we?" H laugh echoes through me as she turns into her raven form and hops over to the unconscious, and quickly thawing, templar.

I'm going to have to block this part out later tonight...

I cast the appropriate spell and flash into my own raven before hopping over and seeing Morrigan using her beak to pull back the eyelid. She nods to me and thrusts her beak down and into the supple white flesh.

The templar's screams of agony echoed for miles as we devoured his eyes, leaving the sockets intact so he might survive if found. If he does then he will live the rest of his life knowing the last contribution he made to the Chantry was in the form of two white and black projectiles atop the Revered mother's head.


Cruel, but effective... I find myself thinking that more and more these days. Flemeth seems to live by that code, and Morrigan seems content to follow it as her own. It's maddening trying to keep my morality in tact while killing and torturing templars and Chasind to death before devouring their corpses to hide them properly.

I shiver from the fresh taste of eyeball on my tongue.

It tastes like an unseasoned, undercooked, egg white with some chewy bits like the iris and lens.

I shiver again before looking down from my spot over a dying rose bush in the corner of the Chantry garden. I can see Leliana relaxing as she wanders the lovely fragrant flowers who's scents are not entirely lost on my animal nostrils. I take in a deep breath of the fragrance and quietly coo at the calming scent that takes a small bit of the taste of eye off my thin raven tongue. I look up at where Morrigan is perched high above the courtyard. She thought the Revered Mother might take a morning stroll today, I disagreed and chose the gardens as my preferred ambush site.

The back door of the Chantry opens up to reveal the Revered Mother as she walks out and into the garden.

Yep, just like I expected.

I ruffle my feathers and caw at Morrigan in victory. Leliana and the Revered Mother look up at me in surprise before greeting each other. "Greetings sister Leliana."

"Greetings your reverence, I was enjoying the wonderful smells of the garden and did not see you approach." She bows.

"Sister Leliana it is not improper to lose yourself in the wonders of this world, as long as you do not shirk from your duties.

Leliana immediately shakes her head, "Oh no I have been tending to the garden and other duties as the Maker demands." I scoff internally.

'as the Maker demands.' It's like she's indoctr- Oh my god she's been indoctrinated. That's sad, that people are unable to find their own paths and just fall into a role that doesn't suit them. Leliana I promise you that I will get you free from the bonds of Chantry law soon, but today I have a secret 'gift' for the Revered Mother and I'm intent on giving it to her.

The Mother steps over to the rose bush and I turn while she bends down to inspect the dying plant. I lift my tail.

"Holy sodding Maker!" Needless to say I hit my target. She curses as she jumps back, a bit of bird fecal mater running down her face. I caw out in success while Morrigan nearly falls off the roof in hilarity. I look over to see Leliana staring at the Revered Mother in shock that she cursed the Maker.

I think my job here is do-

Another white spot splats onto the Revered Mother's head. "AH!" Morrigan lands on the rock wall to my left and I poof up my feathers and caw out to mock the hilarious scene. "Shoot them down Sister! Shoot the heretic birds!"

Oh crap.

Morrigan manages to hop off the wall in time as an arrow embeds in-between two rocks. I flutter and jump off, feeling another arrow skimming my right flying feathers as I knock my head on the wall and fall onto the other side. Morrigan caws the universal 'bad shiny!' and I hop along into a bush to hide while two templars round the corner to stare at Morrigan flying off into the Wilds.

Sod it.

I roll over and peck at my injured right wing, not stopping the croaks of pain I make. A sword stabs over my head and I jump back. 'Bad shiny, bad shiny!' I caw franticly.

"Hold still you wrecked bird!" The templar swings again and I flutter away into a tree, dodging two crossbow bolts as I go.

You know what?! Fuck them all! Every damn templar can just die already! Except Alistair, he's cool.

I struggle to hop up to the top of the tree, three more bolts barely missing my large body. 'Bad shiny!' I caw franticly. A bolt scrapes by my skull, knocking me off a branch to fall out of the tree and hit the ground.

Oh... what the hell...

I roll over by spreading my wings to hear heavy plate boots clanking against the ground. I hop over behind a tree and pant franticly, my little heart near to bursting.

This is seriously not good.

"CAW!" I look up and nearly croak out my shock and relief.

Morrigan bolts through the sky, diving around the templars and clawing at their helmets in an expert distraction motion. I flutter my wings and get up to the tree-tops quickly, croaking at her that I was clear. She soars out of the tree-tops after me, two bolts missing her by mere inches as we call out our laughter and sped back to the Wilds...


We see Flemeth's hut in the distance and coo in relief, we didn't stop once since we passed the templar we ate out being carried back to Lothering murmuring, "The crows! The crows are coming! They will devour us all!"

We're RAVENS which are much cooler than crows by the way, and almost twice as big. Not as maneuverable or stealthy as a crow, but our larger sharpened claws are really handy in a fight. Plus the longer wingspan allows us more speed and power to our movements.

Morrigan speeds up before changing as she lands and falling to her knees in exhaustion. I miss the hut completely and splash into the pond nearby as I turn back.

Oh damn it!

I quickly push myself up out of the mud and rub my head at the strange feeling of being elven again.

Man we are limited in eyesight! I could see all around me as a bird and now I have barely 180 degrees covered!

I throw the mud off of my robes and slosh over to dry land as Morrigan stands up to laugh at me. "Tis difficult to land I suppose." She laughs as I scowl at her.

"I guess you've never crashed into the pond when trying to land?" I ready my fade magic to throw the mud off.

"No, tis a simple skill most learn after their first try. Simple instincts."

I throw a pulse of fade magic outwards, throwing the mud to the ground around me. "Yeah yeah, lets go see what Mother has cooked in our absence. I'm guessing another stew of muck worms and crickets."

Morrigan's face scrunches up, "Oh, and I twas hoping to avoid throwing up before nightfall."

I shrug and we step into the hut, shaking in our boots from the anxiety of what horror mother's marsh cuisine might have born for us tonight.


I heave at the feeling of live crickets slowly being eaten alive by the stomach acid and roll onto my side to see Morrigan wasn't faring much better as she is squirming on her side of the bed.

I'm SO thankful neither of us have to sleep in the same bed as Mother, tis unbearable to hear her whispers of chaos and demons in my ear as she curls around me in the night. Neither of us like sleeping in the same bed, but that is just maddening. Psychologically traumatizing even.

"Can't sleep?" I whisper in Morrigan's ear.

She turns over, her face crunched up into a deep scowl, "I still feel them moving about inside." She states horrifically.

I shiver at the thought. "Twas very disgusting, that feeling. Tis why I chewed before I swallowed."

She winces at the thought. "From now on we will cook our own meals. Never again must I suffer Mother's wood-rot stew." I simply nod in agreement before turning over and wrapping my cloak closer to ward off the freezing marsh nights.

"Tis quite cold in the hut tonight." Morrigan whispers in my ear. I turn my head to find her face barely an inch from my own. Her eyes glowing unnaturally in the darkness. "Would you mind if we... conserved heat?" I blink.

I don't see why not. It IS quite chilly tonight, maybe in the lower tens in Celsius?

"No, not at all sister." I whisper back. She frowns before wrapping herself around my back and pulling herself closer. I can feel even through the thick velvet clothes draped down my back that she's practically freezing so I turn over and wrap my arms around her chastely, sharing my abundance of heat even though I'm shorter and skinnier by comparison.

"You are quite warm Brother, tis surprising, and not unwelcoming." She mutters as she holds me tighter before falling asleep, the smallest smile curling her lips upwards as she goes to the Fade. I close my eyes and will myself into the Fade like Flemeth has been teaching me.


Opening my eyes I see myself wrapped around Morrigan and vice-versa. "Huh, we look pretty peaceful." I step past the vision and pick out a few books on advanced Ice magic before sitting down and starting my review of a certain Frost spell that chills the entire area of effect, slowing down or freezing your opponents wen they try to move. As well as increasing the physical damage done to a target through making them brittle. "I think I've done that once or twice. More often than not I jst encase them in ice to immobilize them for a massive fire blast." I shake my head and sigh.

I waste so much mana doing that, if I can just practice my ice spells more often I could properly do extensive open-area combat without my daggers and sword, and claws...

I set the book down and think about how many people I've killed in animal form.

None, I don't kill, most of my animals are scavengers or aren't advanced in my mind enough to properly hunt. I really need to advance my Alpha Wolf shape.

Looking back to my book I blink as I feel something strange. I look over at the vision and gawk in shock that Morrigan is snuggling up closer to me. "Ok... don't think too much into it, beside the fact that she's technically my step sister." I turn my chair to face away from it and bury my nose in my book for the rest of the night.


Waking up I smile at the smell of wildflowers and smoke.

Wait...

I crack my eyes open and find my face buried in Morrigan's hair. I pull back on instinct and find myself trapped in her grip.

Oh sod... this is not good.

She shifts and wakes up to start at me in surprise.

"Uh... tis a good morning I think." I say quietly.

She quickly moves away and frowns, "Tis a good morning to fondle your sister?" She asks in disgust.

I shake my head and smirk at her, "You were cold were you not? It wasn't me who snuggled close when the air twas chilly." She blushes, actually blushes, and I laugh at it.

It's so interesting seeing her like this, like a human being.

"Tis nothing more than a base instinct." She tries to defend herself. "Do not think I will indulge your sick fantasies in the night. I'd rather eat an entire pot of Mother's wood-rot stew then sleep with such a... such a..."

I smile, "Such a handsome, intelligent, and witty elf?" I retort confidently.

She tsk's and pulls her robes tight to ward off the chilly morning air and ignores me to restart the fire that burned out late in the night.

Did I seriously just try to pull a Zevran on her?

I watch her for a few more moments as she piles up some logs in the fireplace. She catches me staring and scowls, "Avert your eyes! I am not some petty bauble for you to admire! I am your sister as well as uninterested. Tis a waste of time." I raise an eyebrow and she scoffs angrily.

I shrug and adjust my own robes before walking over and snapping my fingers, setting the logs aflame using a trick I developed to make her jump back in surprise. I laugh at the furious scowl she gives me and step up to the bookcase to take the two books written about Ancient Tevinter Primal Mages outside to read in the morning sun. I find my spot by the pond where I like to sit and meditate and sit down with the first book.

The swamp is just so peaceful, I half-expected it to be hostile like the Brecilian forest but it's not, it's just ever-changing.

I flip a page careful and mentally translate the words as I read them out loud, feeling the ancient power each word had in the Tevinter language.


An hour later I'm half-way done with a section on Frost Storms in the Anders when Morrigan steps out of the hut and calls to me, "Breakfast tis ready, though I doubt you would wish to consume Mother's left over wood-rot." I place a bookmark on my page and close the book to look over at her. "Perhaps you would be willing to hunt with me this morning?" I smile at her and nod as I stick the books in my robes for safe keeping before focusing on the ground in deep thought.

Black coat with a gray undertone, red eyes piercing like the fires of a thousand suns, claws sharp and powerful, body strong yet light.

I cast the spell and keep my mental image of my wolf until I fall onto the ground, staggered by the using of four legs instead of two. Morrigan laughs at my form, "Tis a start, and quite intimidating indeed. Now for the hunt." She jumps into her own form, a simple gray wolf, and charges off into the wilds. I follow her path, using my extremely sensitive hearing and sense of smell to follow her trail into a clearing. I stalk the exterior as I spot her among the tall grasses. I use the shadows to my advantage and sniff a rabbit's tracks near a bush. A mental trail leads me into the clearing and I slowly catch up with Morrigan as she watches a rabbit eating some of the greenery that was lucky enough to survive last nights frost. I pick up a twitch of Morrigan's ear as a signal to be ready. I crouch low to the ground, lowering my head to glare at the prey in front of us. Morrigan sniffs twice and I catch a whiff of the scent too.

Spice, sweat, and perhaps metal?

An arrow pierces the rabbit's thin neck, killing it instantly. The Chasind hunter steps out from his hiding spot and we watch as he skins the rabbit on the spot, adding the meat to his pack and stringing the pelt to his hide armor for more protection from the elements. He leaves quickly and I snort my annoyance. Morrigan growls darkly in agreement and I nudge her to show we could find other prey. She agrees reluctantly turns from the grass and we run off into the forest to look for other prey.


We stalk the tracks of a dear carefully, one slip up and it would be a total failure. We sneak through the bushes and into another clearing, one with a pond and stream. I spot a pack of wolves drinking from it and twitch my ear towards them to alert Morrigan. She stiffens instantly and I'm wondering why.

They're just wolves, we are also wolves, it doesn't really matter unless we cross their prey.

Morrigan turns to walk away and I nudge in question. She turns and sniffs the air. I do the same and I can smell the wolves, one in particular.

Oh... it's their territory! Oh, well, I'd have screwed that up pretty quickly.

I nod slightly in understanding and we run through the woods once again, looking for something, anything to eat.

I'm starting to starve here, and all this running is not helping.

We smell the dear again, this time stronger and I rush forwards, not caring about making myself quiet anymore. I burst into an open area and quickly spot the Chasind from before skinning the dead dear. I stop as he spots me and I growl in warning. Morrigan flanks him and does the same as he notches an arrow and warns us to back off.

'I'm starving, I am NOT backing off!' The sentence comes out as a sharp bark of anger that definitely puts fear into the Chasind's mind as he falters just enough for Morrigan to tackle him to the ground. He struggles to keep Morrigan's bite away from his face with one hand while reaching for his knife with the other. I rush up quickly and bite the arm that was reaching for the hunting knife at his side. He screams for a second longer before Morrigan's sharp teeth clamp around his throat, silencing his scream before she jerks her head to the right and snaps his neck. She licks the blood off her lips and hops off the dead Chasind to go over to the more favorable fresh dear and feast. I frown and suppress a whimper as I see the Chasind stop moving and the light finally drain from his eyes.

Such a waste.

I look back at Morrigan as she tears chunks of the dear off and swallows it without a second thought.

It's always life or death in the Wilds, now I see why it's so dangerous to men.

I rush over as the smell of the dear's fresh blood overpowers my senses. I bite down and feast on the thick hide of it, happy to finally have something relatively descent in my belly for once. Morrigan nudges me slightly in a small gesture of thanks for saving her life before ripping out an organ that looks like it's liver and chomping on it. I give one back and push my front paws against the corpse to tear off a chunk of the fresh kill and chew on it thankfully, simply bask in the thrill of my first hunt as an animal of the Wilds.


A/N The updates will stay on every two to three days I think. It depends on how college goes. Scorpio's Legacy ch. 21 is still being written, I'm stuck on trying to word the environments correctly. I promise it'll be done before September. :)