Thank you my one reviewer Erynnar! You're awesome. But really….lots of story alerts, no feedback….*depression…* when I'm depressed, my story gets bad. BUT, since I did just post it only an hour or so ago, I'll ignore it for now! But I need some kind of feedback guys…. Or there won't be a 3rd chapter… meh. Here's chapter 2 anyway ^_^

Again, thank you Erynnar.

I don't own, Enjoy.

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Hawke

Two years had passed since their son got his name. He was only two now, but Hawke and Fenris were a little worried. He was walking and talking like a child, not a toddler. She debated taking him to Anders to have him looked at, but she knew Fenris would get sulky. So instead, she looked him over herself.

"Valko, can I see you pretty please?" She called gently.

The little boy came from the library. Most children held a toy of some kind, but he wanted her dagger. The one she's used to kill. No matter how many times she tells him no and takes it away, he's always got it strapped to his back were his wooden sword should be. He had a pen behind his small pointy ear and she noticed he needed a haircut. His white hair was half covering his eyes. Valko's eyes were green like his father's, holding that same intensity Fenris had when they first met. He wore simple clothing, whites and bays. She didn't want him growing up thinking he was any better than anyone based on his family. Valko seemed to like cotton over silk or any other finery anyway. For a child, he was very practical. Just like his Father.

"Kay," His sweet voice made her smile. Of anything, she only wished he'd smile more. He had the cutest little grin showing his tiny white teeth. She wasn't sure if he had dimples or not. But his smile was like one of Varric's con acts, it could get him anything.

That's why she let him CAREFULLY carry her dagger.

"Thank you, please hold out your hands?"

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"Valko…."

"Promise not to be mad? And don't tell Fenris?" His round eyes pleaded with her and she raised her eye brow. He had his hands by his side but his palms were firmly pressed on his body.

"Oh don't call him that Valko, you know he's your pa. It's not polite to address your parents by their names." She chided him. He raised his eye brow at her.

"But Hawke, you said formalities didn't matter. Here anyway." He gave a half smile that looked just like Fenris's. She patted his head.

"Alright then Val. Now give me your hands and," she leaned in, as if telling a secret. "I promise not to tell Daddy."

He looked relieved and held his arms out happily. She focused her energy and magic into her own hands and hovered over him. She felt a spike of heat on his hands and again in his face, as she always does. The heat was based on magic, and how much was used. She took his chin and made him look up, searching for some glow in his eyes.

"What do you see, love?" She cooed. Fenris and she knew he was different, even for a mage. She tried sealing his powers as her father had done for her blood magic, but every time she looked over at him the seal was gone as if she had done nothing more than stick a bandage on his forehead. "And what did you do this time?" She patted his left hand softly. He snickered.

"Books," His eyes sparkled. She couldn't understand why he found such pleasures in the libraries; he was far too young to read. Then again, he shouldn't be able to talk so clearly.

"You can read when you're done with your practice, okay?" She smiled when he crossed his arms and pouted. That was age appropriate at least.

"But I hate sitting doing nothing…" She took the pen from his ear. "That's mine!"

"Is it?" She looked closer at it. They didn't have fancy things, she and Fenris thought it a waste of coin to buy golden pens when they needed repairs done to their equipment. This pen was silver with red ink. One she was sure they didn't own. "I think it isn't."

"Is too! I made it!" He glared at her.

"You made this?" She looked puzzled. He huffed and ran into the library, only to return with a book Carver had given him. It was full of blank pages and Fenris thought it an uninteresting present. Valko used it to doodle in. He opened it to a random page and snatched his pen back from Hawke.

Fenris came down the stairs, but Hawke motioned for him to stay quiet. Valko was drawing something very intently in his little black sketchbook. When he looked satisfied, he put it on the ground. The pen he put back behind his ear.

"Watch me, Hawke," He said, determined to prove he was right. His eyes glowed a faint blue and his fingertips dipped inside the page, as if it were water. Hawke stared in awe. She's never seen magic like this. When Valko withdrew his tiny hand, a black ribbon was in his grip. "See? I can make stuff." He crossed his arms, obviously proud of what he could do.

Fenris chuckled.

Valko looked frightened and whipped around, hiding the ribbon. Hawke put a hand on his should, comforting him.

"I-I didn't mean to, honest!" He stammered. Fenris waved it off.

"You're a mage, I cannot help that." He shrugged. "But, do not show anyone this trick of yours." His voice was stern and Hawke laughed. Valko shook, oviously upset. He turned and hugged Hawke very tightly.

"Why can't I? Does Fenris hate me?" She held him gently and Fenris looked at him confused.

"No love, if he did, he would have ripped out your heart," she said calmly. The little boy's shudders made her regret her little joke. She glared at Fenris.

"What did I do?" He was baffled. She mouthed something and he turned a small shade of pink. It was nice to know she could still make him blush.

"Valko, mages are taken away. If you use magic, Meredith will take you away and you'll be all alone doing what people like Carver tells you. So Fenris doesn't want you to get caught, that's all." She petted his soft white hair and he relaxed. "Now, hold still and let me fix your eyes." He groaned.

"I hate it when you seal them," He murmured. "It's annoying…"

"The boy can hold an intelligent conversation about magic and he can draw thing into life, but he can't sit still for a moment." Fenris smirked as he came down. Valko ran to him and hid behind his leg. "Oh, now I'm your favorite?" He grinned and patted the top of his son's head.

"You hate magic, you make her stop! How come she gets to use it but I get in trouble?" He stuck his tongue out at Hawke and Fenris sighed.

"I am the Champion of Kirkwall, I've saved hundreds of people directly, maybe thousands indirectly. I know the Arishok, gained his respect, and battled him on one on one duel to the death. I knew the Viscount and saved his son once. I know both Orsino and the Knight Commander. So Valko, I can use magic." She stuck her own tongue at him and he pouted.

"She has a valid point," Fenris stated. He hoisted Valko up from his leg and held him under his arms. He struggled but Fenris merely chuckled. "He has your defiance, Hawke."

She smiled and focused again, willing the power she needed into her finger tips. "Close your eyes Val." He gave up and did as told. She gently touched his eye lids and a soft green light stayed, like a fingerprint. It slowly sunk into his skin and when he opened his eyes, they were a darker green. He huffed as Fenris set him back down.

"I'm going to be a Champion!" He stated, stomping his foot. Then he left to go play with Sandle.

Fenris and Hawke laughed.

"He's just like you," They said together.

Fenris

The child was unnervingly mature for his toddler age. But he supposed that, too, was a side effect from the magic. He was disgusted by the child's fascination with demons though. No matter what Hawke warned him, he was curious and had asked if there was a way he could meet one. The boy didn't know he'd meet millions in his lifetime. He laughed mentally; especially with a mother like Hawke.

Seeing his talent with the book made him nervous. If anyone noticed that he drew so often, yet his book was empty then that would be a problem. He picked up the black ribbon from where his son dropped it. It tingled with magic and he dropped it. The fabric lit up and burned with a blue flame. No smoke or ashes were left. He sneered at the ground. Hawke patted his arm.

"You know it's not his fault. If anything, you should be angry with me." He looked at her, surprised. She looked like she was expecting him to snap at her. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple.

"Hawke, magic has left a stain on my life. If I am bitter, it is not without cause. And I'm certain that if he were anyone else's I would loath him deeply. But you are strong Hawke, if you can teach him to control it as you do, then I can sleep soundly."

She poked him in his side, making him twitch.

"You never sleep soundly Fenris."

He laughed and swept her up in his arms, cradling her as he took her up the stairs. He dropped her on their bed and went to shut their door, Hawke giggling as he bolted it shut. Orana was about to go ask if they wanted lunch, but the sounds from Hawke's room made her blush and hurry to make sure Valko was nowhere near the door.

Valko

His eyes were tired. He wanted to sleep. Valko patted the dog on the head and gave Sandal a hug goodbye. He wanted to go to bed. The nice elf lady came and asked him if he wanted anything to eat. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned, making her smile softly and pick him up. He loved being carried. He saw the whole world from the grown-ups perspective. He put his head on her thin shoulder. She was thin, she didn't eat much of the food she cooked, and she had been talking to other women a lot. She was telling them about his family. He knew she was going to leave soon and it made him sad. Still, he nestled his head against her and closed his eyes. He was so sleepy. The lady smelled like lemons. He didn't like it, but it was comforting.

As she laid him in his too-large bed, he felt sleep call to him. She gently tucked the comforter around him and he sunk his head into the feather pillows. Hawke and Fenris made sure if there was any place he felt safe in the world it could at least be his bed. His room smelled of water and plants, but they never told him why. When he asked Orana she just got depressed and said his mom was very kind. This lady was nice.

"Sleep well, Ser," She bowed politely and he gave her a smile. Her eyes grew very soft and she smiled back as she left, gently shutting his door behind her.

"I'm sorry, but Mother took away my gift. I can't see you." He whispered into the dark. Valko turned on his side and kept his eyes shut. Hawke was his mother, but he liked to call her Hawke like all her friends did. Besides, she called him Valko, not son unless she was talking to Father about him.

"I told you she wouldn't like me…"

"I didn't tell Mother I can see you."

"Why not?"

He yawned. "Father looked made when I showed them your trick… I didn't want to make him mad at me…"

"Shhh, sleep now, my pet. I will visit your dreams." He felt a small brush on his forehead, moving his bangs away from his closed eyes.

"I don't want to dream."

"You must."

"Why, Fervor?"

"It is a place called the Fade, and you are a Dreamer. You have a gift no other mage will ever posses. I am teaching you."

This was new. Fervor never told him he had been going to the Fade. Hawke told him the Fade was full of demons and not to trust any of them. That they were bad creatures. He gripped his blanket tightly. Fervor taught him how to talk like a grown up. She was a pretty lady, but he didn't like her that much. She had horns that grew out the side of her head and it scared him. Her skin was purple and her eyes were black. But she had helped him a lot and Fenris had taught him to be polite and respectful to women. And above all to stay reasonable and brave. Valko understood, even if he knew Fenris thought he was being too adult-ish. Valko was smart. Smart enough to know that the other kids won't like him when he's old enough to meet the children his age. He was a half breed, Merill had said. He wanted to meet the Dalish elves, but they hated humans and Fenris was not of the Dalish. He knew they wouldn't want to meet him. And the humans loved his mother and hated his father simply for loving his mother.

He knew this. It depressed him. Fervor knew that and taught him to create what he wanted. Like the pen and the ribbon. That had been a spell Fervor taught. But she hadn't asked for anything so he thought she was a spirit, like Uncle Anders's "Justice." He didn't know any better, he was only two.

Fervor used that against him.

"Sleep, my dove." Her voice was like a thick honey, lulling him into a deep slumber. He couldn't see her when Hawke made his eyes hazy. But when he went to sleep and woke up she was there, smiling and then gone. He saw her. But when she touched him his eyes burned, like the time Sandal was cleaning and he accidently knocked over the bucket of cleaning liquid and he rubbed the soap in his eyes. But tonight, he slept as he did every night.

He'd tell his parents another time.

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Okay! Chapter 2 is there. Hope you like it. I want 5 reviews please before the 3one is put up. That's reasonable, right? Anyway… Thank you my people who story alert. It makes me happy to see your interested. But reviews make me squeal happily. ^_^