So, I'm not a huge fan of Sera and yet she, oddly, wandered into my dreams one night and demanded this story be told. And now she has begun to grow on me. A little. This tiny series is for Amanda ( u/1409455/Amanda-Kitswell ), who is a big fan of Sera and her romantic arc in DA:I. This is set sometime before the Fifth Blight, maybe about a year or two. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think! XD
Sunlight poured in through dirty windows, casting an elf-shaped shadow on the ground. Sera watched as people wandered about the mansion, eyeing the furniture with greedy eyes. Shitebags, is what they all were. Greedy pissant shitebags. They didn't care that Lady Emmald was dead, they just wanted her junk.
Not that Sera cared much either. Prideful bitch, she was alright. And now that she was dead, Sera was free to leave. She could go wherever she wanted. She just had to figure out where that somewhere was. She brushed her long bangs out of her eyes and grabbed her bow, arrows, and a small pack of clothes. She left the rest, stupid reminders of stupid people.
She walked down the back alleyways of Denerim, eyes darting quickly across the crumbling buildings and broken people. Elves and humans alike sat, crumpled in on themselves, with their grubby hands out begging for coin. She felt angry real people had to beg while shittin' noble bastards got richer and fatter.
An arrow whizzed past her face, and a small droplet of blood dripped down her cheek. "Wazzat shite?" she yelled, nocking an arrow as she turned around.
A man with dark, greasy hair stepped out of the shadows. "Lookit this knife-eared bitch. Such a 'fine bow you 'ave, where'd you get that kind of coin, elf?"
Sera crinkled her nose in disgust. "Ugh. Knife-eared? What a bunch a shite."
The man chuckled and her stomach churned with disgust at the sound. A shadowy figure came out of nowhere and rammed the hilt of a dagger on his back. He stumbled to the ground and Sera let loose an arrow that pinned his shirt sleeve to the dirt.
"Right then, down in the dirt where ya belong. Arsebiscuit," Sera spat. She glanced up at the mysterious figure. A human girl with red hair and hazel-green eyes stood there, lip curled and staring at the man. "'Preciate it," Sera mumbled to her.
The girl spit on the ground, ignoring her. "What'die tell ya 'bout waving ya arrows around at people, Hubert?"
Hubert grimaced. "But she ain't people, Jenny! Look at dem fancy clothes!"
Sera lowered her bow and glanced down at the torn tunic and leggings she was wearing. "Fancy? Yer full of it, you are."
Hubert looked over at her and glared. "My mum was a seamstress, I know stitchin'!"
"I'll stitch you," Sera mumbled, looking away. It was true, the clothes were fancy. Sort of. They'd been bought by Lady Emmald, and she'd torn them up herself. She liked them better that way. Less stuffy and stupid.
Jenny finally looked over at the elf. "Ya got a name, elf?" she asked.
"Who wants to know?"
The red-headed woman laughed. "Name's Jenny, right. 'Ere this is Hubert. 'e's a little shite, but 'armless."
Sera giggled. "Yeah? Name's Sera, then."
Jenny smiled, and it was a crooked smile with crooked teeth, but it was cute. "Sera, yeah? You got somewhere ta be?"
Sera shook her head and her bangs fell into her eyes again. Jenny nodded and turned away. "Right then, ya should come wiv us," she said.
Sera cocked an eyebrow and planted a hand on her hip. "What? Just like that?"
Jenny glanced back over her shoulder. "Why the shite not, right?"