Surprise! Two chapters in one week! Whoa. Before we start this chapter though, I want to point out that Hawke is still young and in her teens. I realize this makes the situation with Danarius statutory rape, but I wanted to stay lore friendly since back then girls could be married off and with child as young as 12/13. Hawke is older though, she will be turning 16 in the next chapter. Fenris is only 1 year older and partially explains why he is infatuated with Hawke so quickly and vice versa. Anyway, I made Hawke young to emphasize how mature Hawke is for her age. So, here is chapter 6! :)

Disclaimer: It is all bioware's


Hawke's POV:

I woke up to find I've been moved to my bed. Fenris had been doing that more and more lately considering I fall asleep reading. I get up and manage to get my hair into a ponytail, tying a red ribbon around it. I get dressed in simple clothes and pull on my boots. I had to go to the market today to acquire food and other supplies.

I walk out into the town of Lothering, hearing an elven family complain about bandits taking their goods. I walk to the edge of town to see the bandits demanding coin from 3 well armored travelers. A fight starts and the women, I think the leader, decapitates the bandit. The rest are quickly dealt with and they move on into town. I walk to the loot pile the bandits had and took a few sovereigns to buy supplies. The merchant had been selling his goods high, but I had been surprised with reasonably priced goods. A crowd had formed around a usually empty part of town. I weave through people to find there was to be a festival as of tomorrow. The people were that desperate to forget the darkspawn.

I walk towards our temporary house, I pull my cloak together a bit more. It was getting cold out, strange for this time of y- My back is slammed into a wall, a blade at my throat. "Give me the goods girl." My mind flashes back to that moment with Danarius, how helpless I was. I bring up my leg, a swift knee to the jewels. He doubles over, and I follow up with a kick to the face. I look at his face, I had seen it before on the chanters board for murder and theft. I took his own dagger and slit his throat. Suddenly glad for the training Fenris gave me, I step out of the alley and goes to the house. Tonight, I was making dinner.

I stir the pot of stew, dinner was almost done. Fenris walks in, laying his game on the table. He disappears and I work on skinning the game. He comes back in normal clothing and cocks his head at me.

"What made you so happy that your cooking dinner and skinning?"

"Do I have to be happy to lighten your work a bit," I ask innocently.

He shakes his head with a ghost of a smile, "then what did I do to deserve this?"

"It's just me thanking you for training." He narrows his eyes, I couldn't fool him. "What happened? Did someone attack you? I swear to Andraste herself if they-"

"Fenris. Its fine, I handled it. Thanks to you. There's no reason to worry." He just shakes his head. Since when did he get so protective? Is he attracted to me? No. He just saw me as an ally, nothing more. He hated mages, therefore he wouldn't care for more anymore then he had to.

"Roxanne. I need you to tell me something."

I looked at him. Where did this come from? "Sure, Fenris. What do you want to know?"

"Why don't you use your magic if you're a mage?"

The question I had been dreading, the one thing I did not want to explain. I sigh, I didn't want to recall my sister's death.

3rd person POV:

"Why would I want to use magic? I mean its soo overrated." This is one thing he learned from their time together, she deflected with humor.

"Roxy if you don't want to tell me, just say so."

Her expression grew sad and distant. She told him the reason, not once looking at him. He watched her carefully guarded expression with disdain. He could see her eyes glistening at the end of her tragic tale. She was extremely wise for her age and for a mage. Choosing not to use her magic was a noble decision. These thoughts flooded his mind, making him realize how unfair he had been in assuming she was just like any other magister. And as much as it pained him, he had to ask another question close to home.

Hawke's POV:

I was surprised when he hit me with another question, "How did your father become a magister? He seemed like a wise man in your tale."

I sigh, "You're right, my father wasn't always like he is today. He was a wise man, a noble man. He wished his magic on no one and taught us to control ours. He always used to tell me and Beth that our magic will serve that which is best in us, not that which is most base. Then one day he disappeared, for 3 weeks. When he came back, he wasn't the same loving father I knew. He was cold and ruthless, he forced our family to go to Tevinter so he could become a magister. Mother and Carver left, but I stayed."

"Why? You could have left with them."

"I couldn't leave him, even if he had changed. Mother and Carver still blamed me for Beth's death, he was the only one who told me they were wrong. The only one who stayed by me and supported me. And the only thing that reminded me of when he was a loving father was stolen."

"Stolen?"

"There was a blade, a greatsword that had been passed down through my family for generations. He was going to give it to me when I came of age since I did not use my magic, but it was stolen before he had the chance."

"Why not get it back?"

I scoff, "You speak as if it were that easy. The blade was stolen by an arl. He demanded my father give it to him so he could use it to help against a war. Going in his house would be suicide."

Frustrated by where the conversation was going, I completely changed topic.

"What about you? Why don't you find your family? Why don't you go home?"

"Because I don't know where home is, I don't know who my family is."

I place my hand on his, trying to ignore the tingles that shot hrough my hand. "I'm sure you'll find your home and find out who your family is."

"Why don't you go back to your home? The one from before?"

"Because that's not where home is anymore."

"Then where is it?"

"Wherever we are I guess."

We ate the rest of dinner in silence. I called it a night and when my head hit the pillow I realize that I partially lied, home was wherever he was. Whether we like it or not he is basically my family now.


So Fenris and Hawke get closer and Fenris is even getting protective. The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise! A lot will happen and then we get into more of the plot line. Oh, and I wanted to tell you guys that I will be putting the mark of the assassin dlc and the legacy dlc in the story. MOA will be pretty irrelevant to the storyline, but legacy will be super important concerning the storyline. I'm going to use legacy like the game did, finally giving us answers about Mr Malcolm Hawke. I'm super excited to be writing the next chapter and I hope(crosses fingers) that I will be uploading it in the next couple of days. And please REVIEW, I know you want to and I want you too. I appreciate the feedback, criticism and everything.

Special thanks to AFan who did review the last chapter and my response: Thanks for the criticism, I'm planning for it to slow down in the next chapter or 2 when we get to Kirkwall and I'll pretty much be walking through the main quests. I will also try to add more details.

Thanks everyone for your continued support! :)