Alrighty, yet another short drabble on a random character who died before we got to know her at all. She only left a letter. So I decided to write up my take on her last thoughts and events of her life. Reviews and critiques are absolutely wanted, and much appreciated. I hope you enjoy, and review! Oh, and I'm sorry if I got the Rian guy's name wrong. I couldn't remember very well.

Disclaimers: I do not own any characters, setting, etc. in the Dragon Age universe, Bioware does. Yay for them!

The mage woman reached up to wipe tears from her eyes before they fell onto the words '…and a mage. It is oddly freeing to write the word.'. She had to be strong, or she knew she couldn't do this. Ever since she was seven years old her father had protected her from the Templars, from his own order. But she wouldn't make him do that any longer. She was 19 now, and it was time to release him of this burden, to keep anyone from finding out his…shame.

He had made so many sacrifices. Made deals with mages, gone against the rules of the Chantry, blatantly defied Knight-Commander Meredith, all to protect her from the very thing he represented.

To keep her out of the Circle, and out of the Templars clutches.

And yet, he'd never fully been able to reconcile what she was with what he stood for. There was always a lingering doubt about whether he did the right thing, about whether his daughter was the evil that they all told him mages were…or if she was the daughter he had raised and loved.

She wiped her eyes and folded the paper, tucking it into her robe. She'd find someone to deliver it for her. But Rian was coming, and it was time to go. Samson said this guy could get her out of here. She could only hope he was right. This waiting was driving her crazy.

The door behind her opened, but instead of Rian or Samson there were several armed men that she didn't know. They grabbed her arms gruffly, and her heart quailed. "You're coming with us. Don't fight back, dearie." She saw their swords, and a few with staves. All the fight left her body, and they took her to a warehouse on the docks. They pushed her roughly into a room, saying, "Stay here. And don't try to escape."

The mage girl put her face in her hands, quiet sobs escaping between her lips. A soft voice came to her from the corner. "Hey, it'll be alright." She looked up to see a human man, not much older than herself. His ears were slightly pointed, and his features reminded her of the elves she'd seen in Kirkwall. At her silence, he said, "Well, it probably won't be. But it never hurts to hope, right?"

She sniffled and looked at him. "Why are you here?"

"Trying to stay out of the Circle. I went to some guy named Samson, and he recommended Rian. And now…here I am." His eyes were downcast. "What about you?"

The girl was surprised by his willingness to share. He either knew she was a mage, or he really thought this entire thing was hopeless. She sighed. "Pretty much the same."

They sat in pensive silence until some of the men came in, taking the boy away. She wondered what would become of him. But there was no use dwelling on that. They were coming for her now.

"Come on. The Templars will give us a big reward for turning you in."

The girl backed into the corner, tears in her eyes. "No, please! Someone, help me!" The men just laughed. But a voice whispered to her. Deep and guttural, almost feral. Let me in. I'll get rid of them all for you, then you'll be able to be free. Just let me in. She closed her eyes, accepting the offer.

I'm sorry, father. I'll always love you. I hope somehow you get my letter.

Olivia