The Mage's Sword

by ReptilesTheme

This is the backstory for Asala, written as part of a running story challenge I had with a friend. I posted it as is, as it is me creative liberties but mostly following canon characters. Mild violence and character death. Normal disclaimer applies

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I tell the mage this part of my dream at dinner the following evening. My wound is itchy and I am trying to keep my mind off it. The mage shakes his head when I tell of Adaar's desire for freedom.

"She would not have found that freedom in Ferelden. In fact, mages are more restricted and controlled here than anywhere else. Had she come to me, I would have accepted her with open arms."

I shake my head.

"She would not have joined your order. She believed the Templars to be a just another form of the Karataam."

"This is true, but she would have had more freedom than in Seheron." The mage nods. "I spent a small amount of time with a Tal Vashoth many years back. He taught me some Qunlat and explained how the Qun works. To those unfamiliar with your customs, the management of your mages seems….harsh."

"We do what needs to be done."

"It is not my place to question your ways, Sten."

The mage undoes my bandage again. "Your wound is healing nicely. It would seem the axe did not cut as deep as I initially thought, but there would still be a scar." He applies more salve and wraps the wound back up

"We often do strange things for those close to us." The mage continued. "We don't always need a reason."

I get up from the rock I was sitting on and stretch my legs, careful not to aggravate my wound. It has been more than a week since the battle and my wound is almost healed. It is still tender, but I can slowly move about the cave.

"I did have a reason."

"And that is?

"I loved her. From the moment I saw her"