Thank you all. *bow* The reviews are always welcome. And it's hardest to write Hawke…I don't see her as motherly or abusive or any of that….. =_= Oh well, I'm enjoying this. ^_^
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Fenris
Hawke had gotten a letter from that damned Enchanter Orsino. For ten years they had lived simple lives. Running around, doing whatever mission Hawke said she would do, and taking care of their boy. But Valko was being more and more withdrawn. Orsino demanded Hawke go to the Chantry or he'd rat out their child. Fenris was going to just so he could find out how Orsino knew. The mage was so self righteous, even Hawke was growing increasingly annoyed with him.
They were getting ready to leave when Hawke made a startling choice.
"Valko, come on!" She called out as she picked what staff she would take. No one in their family went anywhere without a weapon. Valko had a long sword on his back, but that was more for show. No matter how much Fenris tried to teach him in the ways of weaponry, Valko was always more comfortable with the dagger from Hawke. Varric had tried to teach him to be a rogue, but Valko didn't like the idea of sneaking in shadows. He wanted to be brave like his dad. He had a Blade of Mercy on his own back.
"Me? Why Hawke?" Valko peeked his head into their bedroom. His hair was white and short, trying to look as much like Fenris as he could. He had asked him once about his tattoos but Fenris said that was a story for a special day. Fenris was proud that he only liked simple clothing too. His son made no effort to stand out.
"Because you," she was looking through her staffs for something specific. "Are a strong young man and if Orsino wants to threaten you, I'll gladly let you do the honors." She made a reference to his consealed blade. Finding what she wanted, she took out Stone's Breath. Valko was half its size, but could hold it easily.
"Hawke, you have your weapon already," He scrunched his eyes, thinking. Hawke bekonded him over and he complied.
"Valko, I got this when I first came to Kirkwall. If this goes the way I'm afraid it will, I don't want it destroyed. Do you have anything like that?" He nodded. "Go get it and bring it here." Valko hurried out of the room.
"What are you expecting, Hawke?" Fenris looked over at her while he tied the spirit hide leather to his shins. "And what are you planning?"
"Me? Planning something? Fenris, you should know better. I don't plan for bad things, they just happen." She shrugged and unwound a long blank scroll. She mumbled something and black marks covered the sheet, leaving only six empty circles.
Valko came in carrying his sketch book and a feather.
"Alright," Hawke smiled. "I'm going to show you something. It's a travel spell." Valko's eyes widened, Hawke never told him many things about magic. Fenris smiled, simple things were what pleased the boy most. "Now, watch." She held the purple rod over one of the circles and dropped it. Fenris was half expecting it to clang to the floor, but it dropped into the paper and rippled as if it were water. How foolish he was, nothing was ever expected in his life. "Now, just make your object match what you feel in the circle. No no! Too much. That's it, now drop it." Valko dropped his book into the scroll and fire burst, as if consuming the book. He looked frightened.
"My book!" He looked like Hawke had just killed the family Mabari in front of him.
"This is an elemental scroll. Look," She pointed to the circle he had dropped the book in. the picture of a flame filled it. A water drop was in the one she put her staff.
"I'm fire?" His eyes lit up, intrigued.
"If someone tries to take your item, and they don't match your magic, they will be consumed by fire. Only you can take the book out." Hawke smiled at him and his grin was wide.
"And this?" He held out his feather.
"From that girl is it?" Hawke's eyes sparkled.
"How did you-"
Fenris came over. He took the feather and leaned down, eye level with his son. He pulled the top of his tunic and set the feather on the inside of the boy's under shirt. He patted his chest and smiled at his son.
"Magic can protect your treasure, but you should protect hers." Valko nodded, happy. Hawke asked if there was anything else they needed. None of them could think of anything. Hawke put the book she had given Fenris titled "A Slave's Life." A small tornado sucked in the book and she put a hundred gold coins into the nature circle. Flower petals covered the gold and absorbed it.
"Valko, are you ready?" Fenris asked. Valko nodded and they all went toward the door. His boy had grown strong. Nimble like he was, but too headstrong, like Hawke was. He took the sword off Valko's back and the boy looked at him. Fenris gave him a slender sword, one easier to use. Hawke made it to the front door and called back after them. Valko smiled at the new blade and hugged Fenris. A touch he was not familiar with. The boy took off after his mother and Fenris chuckled, following behind.
Hawke
Orsino was an ass. He knew she'd stand by them if there was ever a war, but he was going to threaten her family anyway? Meredith could have him not for all she cared. As they walked, she let herself wonder. Valko was spending more and more time shut up in his room. And at night he spoke in his sleep. She had asked him if he was alright and he shook his head. "Nightmares." That's all he would tell her.
Still, she hadn't gone to anyone but Anders about her son's talents. And Anders would hardly ask the First Enchanter. So how had Orsino known? As she neared the Chantry, she saw Merill. Her heart sank. Orsino was an elf. Merill was too. Had she asked Orsino for help, not knowing it would put them in danger? Hawke silently cursed Merill's trusting mindset.
"Hawke!" the girl mage cried, rushing to meet them. Orsino held her arm, gently making her stay with them.
He and Knight Commander Meredith were arguing over a tower possibly harboring blood mages. Orsino demanded that Meredith had no right to search it. Meredith claimed there were blood in fact blood mages and Orsino was trying to hide them from her.
"I will have the Tower searched!" She leaned toward him, her anger was overbearing her reason.
"You cannot do that!" Orsino had apparently been trying to explain this to her many times.
"Are you both at this still?" Everyone turned to her group, shocked. Hawke and Fenris turned, seeing Valko looking angrily at the two. It was he who had spoken.
"You dare, child?" Meredith turned her full attention to him. Hawke wanted to stand between the two but Fenris was already on it.
"Watch your tone," He warned. Whether it was a warning for Meredith of Valko she didn't know.
"And what are you doing here? What business has the Champion and her company have with us?" Her cold glare went from Fenris to Hawke, and it was Hawke's turn to be defiant.
"Oh stuff it Meredith. My business it with the First Enchanter." Hawke crossed her arms, making Merill look very nervous. "Any idea why, Merill?" She raised an eyebrow at the elf girl looking guiltier and guiltier by the minute.
"Hawke I-I was only trying to help, I swear I didn't mean for this to happen I-" Hawke smiled at her friend. Merill rushed over and encircled her friend in a massive hug, making Fenris twitchy. "I'm so sorry!"
"Merill, it's alright." She patted the sobbing elf gently. "Now what's going on? I don't remember there being any blood mages in the circle when I visited ten years ago, can time really change so much?"
"Champion," Interrupted Orsino. "You have to help us! You know she cannot continue this…this madness of accusations!"
"I have to help you? Or what?" She glared at the Enchanter, daring him to make his threat to her face to face. Fenris let out a low growl, thinking along the same lines as Hawke.
"I do not need to repeat myself," His eyes were dark. Hawke felt a small presence by her side. Valko had gone around Fenris to see this Orsino.
"Hawke," Valko whispered. She held an arm in front of him. Not yet.
"Enough of this," Meredith said. "I will search and root out the mages you are harboring."
"This is getting us nowhere. The Grand Cleric will sort this mess out." Orsino started to make his way up the steps. Meredith grabbed his arm.
"You will not bring her Grace into this!"
"The Grand Cleric can't help you!" Anders pushed his way through the crowd. Fenris wrapped his arms around her waist protectively and Valko looked interested. As Anders ranted, Hawke had an intense feeling of dread. Valko suddenly looked worried and he jumped in front of Anders. "There can be no turning back…"
"Yes there can!" Valko tried to shake him, a difficult task for one so small. "Think about who you're hurting! Idiot!"
Anders smiled sadly at Valko. "I know."
The Chantry exploded in a brilliant display of red and white light. A tower of it pierced the center, and the building slowly crumbled as it rose up. Then, in a blink, it was thrown in every direction. Cries from hundreds of people rose and vanished. Not even rubble was left where the Holy place had once been. Sebastian dropped to his knees and cried out. Fenris had thrown Hawke behind him, sheltering her from whatever stones were hurled in their direction. Anders had done the same for Valko and Orsino stood, dumbstruck. Meredith looked a cross between pleased and angry.
"The Grand Cleric, slain by magic… I hereby invoke the Right of Annulment!" She screamed loudly over the silent crowd. "The circle shall be dissolved and the people will have retribution!" The Templars held up their swords and Hawke saw Carver in the mix.
"The Circle didn't even do this! Champion, you must help us!" Orsino begged of her. She looked around Fenris and stared, amazed at what insanity Anders had just created.
"Hawke!" Valko ran over to her and hugged her tightly. "Fervor said we have to help the mages or people will die!"
Hawke looked at him suddenly. She knew that name from somewhere. She bent down and Fenris did the same. Valko was shaking, terrified of whatever it was he saw. His eyes glowed a vibrant blue, enough to draw the attention of both Merill and Anders. They all bent down and crowded him. The purpose was to keep him from Orsino and Meredith's direct sight. Orsino knew Valko was a mage, but Merill didn't know about his Lyrium eyes. Valko stared at only Hawke, not caring what attention he drew. He was old enough to know this would not end well whether or not people know about what his parents tried to hide. It was Fenris who spoke, his voice low and carefully neutral.
"Valko… who is Fervor?"
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Next chapter will be a continuation of this one, no more time skip. Anyway, thank you for the reviews! I'm happy :3 And now I'll work on the 4 th chapter. Please leave your reviews be they positive or negative. I'd love both. I think I've figured out how I want this to go, but if you have any ideas of your own I'll gladly hear them.