It seemed like no matter where she ended up Ama was running. Whether it is running from Templars, Danarius, or recently unwanted suitors, Ama felt as if she could never rest. Although the reason for running now was much more serious than avoiding Henry Edwards, the blight was upon them and Ama knew she must get her family out of Lothering. Of course, she had not been in Lothering for long, a mere year, trying to reconnect with the family that she had lost long ago. Ama knew that it was dangerous for her to stay; they had enough problems without her dragging her crazy ass Tevinter magister into the mix. She watched her sister and brother flank their mother as they ran across the ruined wasteland surrounding Lothering. Bethany's warm golden eyes met hers, and she gave a weary smile. A slight smile twitched to Ama's own lips as she recalled their reunion.
Bethany gasps as she slowly opens the door, frozen in shock. Ama completely understood her baby sister's state, considering that Ama was kidnapped at the tender age of eighteen. Bethany had only been fifteen when she had walked into Ama's room and found it completely destroyed, even Ama's trusty staff, Apostate's Courage and been broken in two. Bethany would never forget the look on her mother's face as she crumbled to the ground, learning her oldest child had been taken, with no clue as to her whereabouts.
Bethany shuddered, "Ama-a, is that you?"
Bethany's eyes take in the transformations her sister has undergone over the past six years. Ama's long black hair hung clumped and dirty in her face, Beth immediately noticed a pure silvery white piece had been haphazardly tucked behind an ear. Ama let out a slow sigh.
"It's me Beth."
With that, their arms wrapped around one another in a tear filled embrace. As they pulled apart, Ama held a breath waiting, waiting for Beth to see the monster. Beth's eyes eventually settled on the red lines curling at Ama's temples.
"Ama what-t happened to you-u? Where-e have you been? What are these lines-s," Bethany whispered in a trembling voice, her eyes now tracing the lines that seemingly covered her sisters body.
Deftly deflecting the question Ama replied, "Oh dear sister how I have missed you! Look how much you have grown! You are a spitting image of mama!"
"Stop avoiding the question Amarantha!"
"Bethany… I… it is too much, just thinking about what I left behind. Its-s painful. Perhaps one day, when I am strong enough I will tell you the entire story, but for now please just leave me be."
"But Ama you have been gone for six years," Bethany's voice raising slightly , "And now you show up at our door step splattered with blood, and covered in those creepy red lines or tattoos, and you just expect us not to ask what happen? I mean Ama what the hell is this?" Bethany raised her hand to finger the white streak of hair that had come lose from behind Ama's ear. Ama flinched at the memory of another hand doing the very same thing.
"Beth-h please… stop," Ama shouted, Bethany's hand jerked away.
"I-I am sorry."
"It is not your fault, you only wish to understand. But dear sister it is not something I can face. Not right now. I just need shelter for the night. I cannot stay long Beth."
Ama blinked away the memory. It had been a difficult year since that fateful night. Her family still had no idea what she had gone through during the six years she had been "away". By now, they had simply given up, happy she was still with them. Now as they fled their home, mobbed by darkspawn they came to discover just how much Amarantha had changed. Surrounded by darkspawn Ama was ruthless, with one flash of red she had ensnared at least a dozen darkspawn in a crushing prison, swiftly followed by a sweep of her mighty staff who's deadly blade separated the screaming creatures' heads from their bodies.
"Shit Ama! Where the fuck did that come from," Carver shouted as he detached his greatsword from a still twitching hurlock.
"We have no time for this," Ama's eyes flashed dangerously at the oncoming darkspawn and with a quick flick of the wrist, a wall of fire came between her family and the group of snarling hurlocks.
"Where will we go," Bethany asked quietly, fear making her voice quake. Ama reached out and put an arm lovingly around her younger sister.
"Wherever we go, it will be together. Speaking of going, we should move faster. Trust me when I say you don't want to know what happens when my mana gets low…"
"Are we just going to wonder around in the wilds, surrounded by a darkspawn horde," Carver spat sarcastically, his mabari, ironically named Dog, barked in agreement.
It was then that their mother, Leandra, spoke for the first time, "We will go to Kirkwall. I have family there, I am sure they will help us."
"Sounds reasonable, we best be hitting the road who knows how long it will take to get out of this mess."