A/N And as usual I'm behind my schedule. I've got to say this story is really awesome to write but it can get time consuming. Also Scorpio's Legacy is getting another chapter soon, I'm not making a date since the universe just LOVES screwing with my schedules. :/
Anyways, Read, Review, and Enjoy!
(Revised May 25, 2015) [Sorry, forgot to post it!]
Absolutely lovely, I'm in the Fade.
I look around at the twisted structures and islands and smile at the strangely familiar place I've used as a private study for nearly three years. I step forwards and up to the first fade portal I can find. I palm the casing for the swirling purple energy and instantly I'm inside what looks like the mage quarters of the Tower.
"Oh Wynne, I've never felt happier in all my life."
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What... the... fuck... was that?
I cautiously step up to the only open door just down a corridor and peer inside to see...
Well, I guess that makes sense.
I walk in on a demon of Desire playing as Wynne and trying to get what looks like a barely thirty year old Irving to sleep with it.
Oh man is this going to be like when you enter the Fade in DA: II? Seriously?
I take a step forwards and sure enough, a flash of light hits me and I feel... off. Very off. I look down at myself and blink as I see a moderately sized bosom blocking direct view of my feet.
Alright, who am I?
I reach up and feel my silky hair, pulling a strand into my eyesight to see it's as white as a ghost.
I'm his mentor or something?
I internally shrug and step up with what feels like an extra hundred years dragging behind me.
"Come on Irving, we both respect each other, wouldn't it be better to be with someone you respect?" The 20 year old Wynne impostor whispers flirtatiously.
I roll my eyes and clear my throat. Instantly young Irving jumps up, "First Enchanter Elessia!" His voice cracks so hilariously that I internally burst out laughing while whoever I'm pretending to be simply frowns at him.
The demon turns to raise an eyebrow at me in a strangely curious fashion.
I think about reprimanding Irving while reminding him of his duties and my mouth moves for me. "Irving, not only are you out of your bed after hours, but you are spending your free time dallying with another one of your fellow colleagues!" He cringes from my surprisingly powerful and scolding voice and so does the demon.
This one is apparently a great actor.
"Now go back to your room and make sure I don't catch you doing this again or I will make sure the templars hear of it." I point out the door and young Irving lowers his head in shame before quickly bolting out the door with a deep red blush on his cheeks. I turn back to the Demon and the entire place molds back into the Fade, the demon taking its true form once again.
"You are the Dreamer Aristocracy warned us about, I speak for all my kind when I say we do not want to harm such a rare specimen." She says with a bit of tentative attraction in her voice. "Ask of me what you wish and I will grant it in exchange for my life." The demon bargains.
I shake my head and sigh while absentmindedly playing with tendrils of the fade that naturally collect around my finger tips. "If I wished anything you had, I'd simply take it." Before it can even open it's mouth to respond I've already incinerated it with a ball of fade flames.
It seems my affinity for the Fade is finally coming in handy when dealing with these pesky demons.
I move onto the next portal at the end of the small corridor of broken furniture and books, to touch the purple mists of energy that surround the hollowed out arch and be transported into the next illusion.
Moving forwards, I shake my head at my disorientation and feel something change about me. The white light hits me again and I look at myself in a mirror in front of me to find I-
What the hell?
I stare at myself for a moment before sighing at the irony.
I'm Jowan for the love of the Creators, this is just-
A knock on the door to the room breaks me from my thoughts and I feel myself get extremely nervous all of a sudden. I have to resist the urge to twitch uncontrollably.
Creators, Jowan is fidgety!
I let myself settle for wringing my wrists and stand up to answer the door.
It turns out to be Lily, "Jowan, I wish to speak to you."
I don't sense the presence of demons on her so I let her walk by and sit down. I close the door and turn to her to see her face light up as soon as we were alone.
Why am I here? Where is Irving?
"I've been meaning to-"
I raise my hand to cut her off, "Where's Irving?"
She raises her eyebrows in surprise, "He is in his office, I believe you just sent Solona off to speak with him."
I blink slowly as I piece everything together. I begin pacing.
So Irving knew about Jowan and Lily, I already knew that, but because of that the demon Aristocracy knows about it too and probably added it in wi-
"Jowan you're acting strange." Lily says with genuine concern.
I stop to stare at her as I patch together the demon at work must be a Pride demon since Solona was and is Irving's greatest student.
I need to find them RIGHT now.
I bolt out of the room and ignore the threats the templars give me as I rush through the doors and follow my internal map to find Irving's office.
"Welcome to-" Irving stops as I barge in, panting and gasping for air.
Holy sod Jowan's out of shape!
"Jowan? What are you doing here?" Solona asks me in surprise, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
I hold up a finger to ask for a moment as I continue to catch my breath and try not to keel over. "I... oh maker why was the circle built in a tower?" I straighten out and nearly jump out of my skin when Solona, or really, the Pride demon in her form, glares at me dangerously.
"Jowan we are in the middle of a meeting, I hope this is important." Irving says as he crosses his arms and watches me suspiciously.
I blink as I find I have no idea what to say, no proof to show that this was the Fade.
Ok, this is embarrassing...
I lower my head and slowly back out of the room while Irving and Solona simply watch me with curiosity (Irving) and rage (Pride demon) boiling to the surface. The heavy wooden door closes in my face from the demon's manipulation of the Fade. I sigh and lean back against the stone wall opposite of the office to wait for the meeting to end.
I'm sure Irving has everything covered in there.
Ten minutes I'm fine with, twenty I start to worry, but a whole hour?
I smash my staff, or at least Jowan's staff, into the wooden door once again, using his masterful blood magic to burn through the barrier the demon put up to keep me out.
One more push...
I slice my palm again and throw the wave of blood into the wood to be absorbed just before the energy is released, breaking the illusion apart and releasing Irving from the demon's hold as it burns to death from the torrent of bloody gore that I have set upon it.
Greagoir instantly tries to kill me so I knock him into the wall with a massive blood-pulse, an ability that paralyzes all enemies within a small radius of the caster while pushing massive physical energy into them with relative ease to send them flying.
I've got to remember that one.
"Jowan! What in the Maker do you think you're doing?!" Irving tosses up an arcane barrier out of impulse.
"This is the Fade and I am not Jowan! I am Darien! An apostate mage that came with the Grey Wardens to recruit the mages!" I shout out of necessity.
He opens his mouth to reply but stops and stares beyond me in shock as his face pales. I turn and swallow as I quickly look up as far as I can to barely see the eyes of the huge Pride demon Aristocracy. "You have become an annoyance Dreamer. This foolishness must come to an end." It speaks with a deep and sinister voice, something that reminds me of a ten year, two packs a day, smoking addict that's using an inhaler.
Oh man... this thing is A LOT more powerful than I originally thought...
Looking around, I see I'm back in the traditional Fade, back in my original self.
Well wasn't that nice of him to boost my powers two hundred fold.
Aristocracy crosses his massive arms across his stretched and ripped chest to speak, "I have a bargain for you Dreamer."
I narrow my eyes at him in a show of disdain, "I don't make deals with demons... but continue."
He seems to smile, even though his lips never move a muscle. "I propose an alliance, your ultimate control of the Fade with my knowledge of the ancient magics would be beyond anything seen by this or any realm."
Wow, cocky much?
I scoff at him and laugh, "You seriously think I'll allow you to continue to live after what you have done at the Circle Tower? You are simply out of your mind."
He growls at me, "You are making a mistake Dreamer, I am the strongest and most powerfu-"
I stab the bottom end of my staff into the hard fabric of the Fade and everything shakes in response, "You are not anything but another ignorant demon with a death-wish." I bite out furiously, concentrating all the fade energy around Aristocracy into my staff as he reacts.
"BEGONE FROM MY REALM!" He pulls some energy into his hands and tosses it at me. I'm too slow to react and it catches my arm. Instantly everything goes green once again and I feel myself drop into another part of the Fade...
"Are you trying to waste my time Dwarf?" The dark haired, heavily armored woman scowls at the lone Dwarf sitting in front of her with obvious distaste, "Or are you simply ignoring what I asked you to tell me?"
The Dwarf raises his gloved hands defensively, "Now now, lets not get worked up. You did ask me to recite the tale of the Warden and Guardian as well, if you recall."
She shakes her head, "Why is this important at all to what happened in Kirkwall?"
The Dwarf leans forwards and smiles sadly, "To fully know who he was, who both of them are, you have to hear the whole story, not just the juicy bits."
Cassandra sighs in annoyance and nods her head for the Dwarf to continue. "Very well, I will hear the Warden's tale. Your rendition of it will provide the needed credibility to your words on the Champion and Guardian."
The Dwarf scoffs and sighs as he sits back to rub his forehead, "Always paranoid Seeker? Very well, Darien's unique powers allowed him access to the inner workings of the Fade itself. I can't understand most of what he told me, but what I CAN say is that he was powerful in the Fade. Stronger than any Demon that dared stand against him."
Cassandra rolls her eyes, "Yes yes, bravado, heroics, get on with it."
The Dwarf holds his hands in his lap and smiles at the Seeker's impatience, "All in due time Seeker, all in due time."
The green waves of energy flow over me as I concentrate on directing them towards Irving once again. I see another island and feel his energy radiating from it.
There we go.
I throw myself at it and blind myself with a flash of white light as enter another illusion.
"And what do you think you're doing?!" I freeze as I find myself face-to-face with what looks like a Tevinter Magistrate.
Oh sod...
The elderly and withered man in black robes glares at me, almost expecting me to bow down or something. Then I notice he's not looking at me at all, he's staring at the book in my hands. I feel the strangely mystic bindings of the thick tome with trepidation, "That is a priceless Tome on advanced blood magic and will not be touched by no man, woman, or child unless I say so!" I nod quickly and look back down to have the book slammed shut in my face, catching the tip of my nose with it.
He huffs and turns before stomping away as I rub the cut on my nose and heal it quickly.
What a prick.
Looking up for the first time I gasp in awe at the cathedral of a library before me.
Book, Tomes, Scrolls, Grimoires by the dozen! All freely within my sight! This is a paradise!
I shake my head clear and focus on my task at hand. I feel an unsettling stare glaring at me from within the darkness and remind myself how dangerous the Fade really is.
Thousands if not hundreds of thousands of books must reside inside these halls. This must be the legendary library of Minrathous!
I can't stop the grin that curls my face into a moment of hilarity.
HAHA! Oh this is awesome!
I finger the spines of the books as I walk by, reading the Ancient Tevinter language they're written in with ease. Books on everything from farming to ritual sacrifice are outlined within the Halls of Knowledge in Minrathous.
I can't believe Irving's experiencing all of this! I'm so jealous! Well, of the 'infinite knowledge' part, not the 'trapped by a Pride demon' part.
I wander down the halls, searching for Irving, or anyone really. "Hello?" I whisper as I hear something scuttle about ahead of me. I light up a contained fade flame to light the hallway and jump back as I catch sight of the monstrosity that's right up in my face. I turn and run as fast as I can, the massive beast clawing and bashing through bookcases to get at me.
HOW THE HELL DID A BEARSKARN GET IN HERE?!
I bit my lip to avoid shouting out in pain as I turn the corner and slam into a brick wall. "Mmmmph."
Got to get up.
I slowly stand and groan only to swallow nervously as I feel the beast's chilling breath on my neck. Grasping at the fade energy around us I turn and cast blood-pulse, staggering the Bearskarn just enough for me to swing my staff around and use the enchanted ice-blade tip to cleave it's head in two with one single downward slice. "Oh I really don't get paid enough for what I do..."I sigh and rip my staff from the Bearskarn's head to cringe as the brains drain out in a blackened liquid.
Oh man...
I lean forwards to examine it while holding my sleeve to my nose to avoid throwing up at the smell of waste, death, and taint that fills the air. "That is disgus-" A rustling on the other side of the bookcase causes me to stop and lean towards it to peer through and see Irving reading in a small corner with a huge smile on his face. "Huh."
He must have escaped the Bearskarn to hide in there.
Looking around for a switch I stop for a moment and shake my head as I realize it's Minrathous, everything is magically sealed. I close my eyes and passively scan the area magically to find a blood seal at the base of the bookcase, the symbol of Dumat, the first Archdemon, centered in the black-ringed spiral-circle.
"Darkspawn blood then." I turn to the dead Bearskarn and take out a vial to capture and dump some blood onto the seal. It glows a fiery red as the ancient blood magic activates to turn the bookcase into a passive object, allowing physical things to simply walk through. A useful enchantment in Ancient Tevinter to ward off invasions and thieves.
Irving looks up as I step through to stare at me in surprise. "Well hello there child, I didn't expect anyone else to be here, let alone a fellow scholar from outside Tevinter." He sets the book to the side to give me his undivided attention, "I know this is an illusion, I simply do not wish to leave just yet."
I smile at him sadly, "I know the knowledge here is plentiful, but it's not actual knowledge. I read a book on the life of a bard that's only accomplishment was whoring herself off to eight Magistrates without being executed within the first month. The knowledge here is false, only meant to trick your mind."
Thankfully Irving nods and slowly stands to say, "Then we must be off. There are demons and abominations stalking the tower's halls, I can still feel them." His voice is brimming with an ancient raging fire that I can relate to.
I smile, "Alright, stand back, this'll just be a few se-"
"RAAAAGH!" We whip around to see an absolute horde of demons and abominations rampaging down the corridor towards us.
"Open the portal! I'll hold them back!" I look at him in a split-second of shock and surprise before shaking it away to start the ritual with a slice to my palm. Irving looks at me in scrutiny but I cut him off before he can speak, "Unless you have a mountain of Lyrium on you this is our only hope!" He begrudgingly nods and turns back to grab and toss eight demons into the ceiling using his force magi-
"Hold on, he uses blood magic?" Cassandra asks bluntly, surprise written clearly upon her illuminated face.
The Dwarf sighs, "Yes, but that's not the connection you're looking for."
"Isn't it? It would... explain a great deal." Cassandra says worriedly. "I don't think I really ever knew him then. Tell me otherwise Varric, tell me that he isn't what the evidence says he is?" She asks desperately. She needed hope that everything was going to work out in the end.
Varric looks away and stays silent for a bit. He speaks up in just a whisper, "'There isn't a way to do things right, only to limit the consequences and hope for the best outcome.' He told me that once. I don't think he could have done it Seeker, I believe his intentions were greater than any of us could hope for. Or even understand. Somehow he seems to have known this would happen, but did nothing to stop it." He shakes his head.
Cassandra turns away to stare into a torch lighting up the small room she had her men drag Varric into to interrogate. "Do I need to remind you what he did?" She says quietly. She turns when he doesn't answer. "What horrors he's inflicted? How many people have died because of him?" Varric simply stares at her blankly. Cassandra sighs and looks away, "Continue, time must show whether or not the Maker favors him. I shouldn't be surprised to hear of his blood magic, but I am."
Varric nods sadly, "We all were surprised when he explained it, you're not the first of us to get it wrong. Darien built a portal out of the demon's trap and they escaped within moments of the horde overwhelming them. The First Enchanter survived, he survived, and his fellow companions to the Warden survived, all because of his efforts. I'm sure your reports on the Tower never mentioned that." Cassandra frowns at him. "Alright then, once the portal closed, the illusions that plagued everyone's minds in the tower ceased..."
I groan as I open my eyes and sit up to find Uldred's Human form falling to the ground in exhaustion. I jump up and rush over, daggers in hand, ready to finish this already. "You, y-you cannot d-destroy, me." The demon states defiantly a moment before my blade meets the soft tissues beyond Uldred's eye socket. I cringe at the sloshing sound it makes as I rip my blade from his skull and turn around to see everyone else waking up as well.
Lets hope everyone isn't worse for wear.
I spot Irving groaning as he gets up with the help of Wynne in the corner and walk over as Erianne staggers to her feet in a daze.
"Oh, I'm too old for this." Irving groans out as he struggles to catch his footing on the blood and gore painted stone floor.
Wynne holds him up and watches him worriedly, "Irving are you alright?"
"I've..." He winces as he puts weight onto his left leg and would fall to the ground again if Wynne hadn't caught him. "ngh... been better. But I am thankful to be alive. I suppose that is your doing, isn't it, Wynne?" He smirks and I stare at him as I notice that look in his eye from the Fade.
By the Creators... he actually likes her?
Wynne looks at me as she struggles to hide her blush with a smile, "I wasn't alone. I had help."
Irving nods as he turns to address me directly, "I felt your power in the Fade, and saw you manipulate it to your will. Absolutely astounding for an old man like myself to witness. I almost thought life had no more surprises left for me." He coughs as he tries to laugh and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I thank you for keeping the tower safe in my absence." He looks over my shoulder as I sense Erianne approaching, "The circle owes all of you a debt we will never be able to repay." He nods to Wynne and she lets go as he stands on his own and tests his injured leg. "AH!" I catch him as he falls forwards and hold him on his feet as he catches his breath. "Oh, Maker. I think going into the Fade pulled more out of me than I thought."
I simply nod in understanding, feeling my own mana severely damaged and drained from the experience.
We all need a long rest after that.
"That's alright, I'll help you down the stairs. The templars await, we need to tell them the tower is ours once again."
He smiles, "Thank you child." We stagger over to the stairs and he winces as he takes the first step with his bad leg, "Ah, curse whoever insisted the circle be housed in a tower."
I laugh, "I think I said that myself a few times when running around here. Tis quite a nuisance yes?"
He looks at me in a scrutinizing way as we take one step at a time. "I didn't catch your name."
"It's Darien, I'm a... fade mage. My specialization dips into using the Fade itself as a source of mana for my more powerful spells." I inform him politely.
He deserves the truth, especially after he noticed I use blood magic.
He stops us and turns to stare at me with a blank expression. Everyone catches up to us as he finally says, "Huh, interesting. I pegged you as the bookish sort."
I snort a laugh and smile, "I like to study any books I can find."
We start moving again and I watch him sadly as I see him struggling to get down the first flight of stairs in a five floor tower.
He isn't going to make it like this.
"Oh..." We all stop and look left to see Cullen slowly rubbing his forehead as he reawakens to stare at us in surprise, "Wha- you let them live?!"
Erianne beats me to the punch, literally, she walks right up to Cullen and upper-cuts his ass!
"Holy Andraste!" Leliana yelps as Cullen hits the ground with a clank.
Wynne glares at Erianne as she grabs Cullen with Alistair to drag him along.
Erianne glares right back, "Hey, I've had a LONG day and I don't need anymore sodding mage-templar problems to deal with on top of everything else!"
Wynne shakes her head, "That was unnecessary."
I groan with Irving as we stand at the doorway, waiting for them to hurry up. "Are you two quite finished? Ow. I need some immediate rest and the templars aren't going to wait another second once the rite arrives." Irving states with a kind of subtle-serious scrutiny only a grandparent could pull off.
I'm enjoying this guy more and more every second.
Making it to the last door, we step up and knock twice. "Oh... I'll need a cane after this. Hmph, thought I'd die before I needed to use a cane to navigate this place." I smile at the sentiment.
"Whose out there?" We hear someone, a templar most likely, ask from beyond the thick steel barrier doors.
I lean forwards and raise my voice so he can they can hear, "We have the First Enchanter, open up!"
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"Alright, I'll fetch Greagoir."
I sigh in relief and shift Irving's and my own weight to my other side to keep it from aching later.
This whole ordeal is killing me i swear I'm just going to go back to my tent, pass out, and take a day off. I can't keep up with all these young people...
...
Ok, I'm physically... twenty four? Yeah that sounds about right. and I know mentally I'm about forty-sixty years old, depending on what you define as a year when hopping between worlds constantly, and dimensions... You know what? I'm just going to drop it. I'm twenty four, that's that.
A moment later the doors are pulled open just a crack to show the templar from before peek in and nod, "He's here sir." He tells whoever is behind him.
The next person to poke his head out is Greagoir himself, who immediately orders the doors be opens at the sight of Irving.
We step through tiredly, our armor and robes covered in rotting flesh and soaked in blood. We definitely look the part of abomination slayers.
Greagoir grins wide as he steps back up to Irving and blinks in complete surprise, "Maker's breath. I did not expect to see you alive."
I look past him as Irving smiles at an old friend to see Erianne, Leliana, and Alistair all plop Cullen down on a bedroll in the corner of the entrance.
I'll have to apologize to him when he awakens. Tis not beneficial for the future Knight-Captain of Kirkwall to have a grudge against me, or any mages for that matter.
"It is over, Greagoir, Uldred... is dead." Irving coughs out as his parched and scratchy throat he gained from a week of captivity and demonic torture catches up to him. He looks at me in a way that meant he wanted some privacy so I give it to him.
I let Wynne take his arm from me and I walk over to where Cullen tosses and turns in his sleep, "Demons... Mages... B-berry-Ale..." He mutters in his sleep.
Wait...
I grin and turn to the nearest templar to ask, "You guys drink Berry-Ale?"
He nods happily, "It's great with stew, helps get rid of the cold and gives flavor to the more disgusting of our meals."
I smile, "I know, I started it two and a half years back." I look off into space and sigh at the nostalgia, "Oh how strangely hollow those few fleeting moments of freedom were."
The templar jerks back in what I assume is shock, "You? You're the elf from Lothering?" He states with astonishment.
I nod.
"Hey guys! This elf is the one who started Berry-Ale Stew!"
My eyes widen as I'm instantly bombarded by... well... I guess you'd call them fanboys.
"I love your stew!"
"How'd you figure it out?"
"What was your first thought when you drank the ale?"
"Do you know any way I can make a bowl to go?"
"What else are you cooking up?"
"How long did it take for the mages to start turning?" Everyone stops to stare at the templar recruit. "Oh, I mean... yeah! Berry-Ale!" They all cheer and start shaking my hand and slapping me on the back.
Why?! Why does this always happen to me?!
Alistair sighs as he watches all the praise Darien is getting in the corner from the templar order, "He invents a new way to eat stew and he gets more praise than the people who end Blights? Unbelievable." He shakes his head in disbelief.
Erianne tilts her head to look over at him and smiles, "It's a REALLY good stew."
They look over as they hear Darien speak, "Thanks, I actually just dumped some Berry-Ale into the bland tavern stew, nothing special."
Irving laughs and they look over to see him smiling, "I have had the pleasure of enjoying one of his concoctions. They taste quite delicious."
Surprisingly Greagoir nods as well, "Yes, it's simple and keeps my men's bellies full. That alone boosts moral tremendously."
Erianne shifts to look at him directly, "So I have your word that the templars and mages will help stop the Blight?"
Irving nods, "Yes, it's high time we finally contributed to this fight."
Greagoir concurs, "I agree, the templars will hold our own, and protect the mages at any cost. The Blight must be stopped if we are to retain order at that tower."
Erianne grins, "Good, I was hoping I could convince you. We have to go, a lot of Warden business to attend to and such."
Irving nods, "We will rebuild. The circle will go on, we will learn from this tragedy, and be strengthened by it.
Greagoir agrees, "We have won back the tower. I will accept Irving's assurance that all is well."
In the background Darien starts sighing autographs reluctantly. Greagoir inclines his head to Irving, "Please excuse me, I have duties to attend to. And Irving..." He smiles, "It's good to have you back."
"Ah, I'm sure we will be at each-other's throats again in no time." He smiles back, happy to see an old friend once again.
"No I will NOT sign your small clothes!" The crazy templar holding up his spare loincloth pouts and turns to walk away sadly.
Keep walking you sick freak!
I quickly brush off the last templars while Morrigan chuckles in the background and the dockworker... whose name eludes me... gets back to work securing his boat for the templars to start sending over bodies to burn.
Erianne walks over from the tavern where everyone took shelter while I was nearly bludgeoned to death by fandom. "Having fun over here Darien?"
I scoff and turn to stare at her wide-eyed, "Tis maddening how many people wish for me to sign something for simply pouring ale into my stew so it isn't gag-worthy!"
She bursts out laughing, "Maybe we should make you the official cook. Put those creative skills to good use!"
I blink for a moment before smiling, "You know what? I'd rather like that. If I never have to eat what Alistair cooks again in my life I'd gladly do so."
She rolls her eyes, "It's settled then!"
"Oh thank the maker!" Alistair calls from across the clearing.
Everyone in the group burst out laughing as we start our long walk back to camp for the night.
I take a moment to look at our newest member, Wynne, and see her glare towards me when she notices I'm watching. I sigh and look back to Erianne at the front of the group to see the same glare watching me.
Oh that's not good.
Thankfully Alistair distracts her while Leliana slows her pace to chat up Wynne for a moment so I have a moment to think to myself.
"They will be trouble brother."
I look to my left and whisper back to Morrigan, "I know." Erianne's laugh catches my attention, "I just hope I stay here long enough to gain their trust again."
She nods to me and runs off to flash into her Raven and fly off towards camp. I sigh angrily, my mana pool was somehow damaged from the events in the Fade and now I'm too exhausted to even do magic.
Lucky witch...
I feel the glare of an elderly mage on my back as I step up to walk ahead of the group, eager just to get back to camp and pass out already.
A/N And the Circle tower is done! Only another four-fifths left before DA:II! I'm seriously screwed! I'll work as hard as I can, but my main focus so far is my schoolwork. hopefully another chapter will be coming later tonight. (9-16-14) :) Have a wonderful day everyone!
