Yeah a new chapter and it hasn't been, what? Four, five months but like four or five days? I think that's pretty great and I hope that everyone who is following or has favourited thinks so too.

Anywoodles let's read a story shall we?

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Alistair's P.O.V

This, had got to be the most awkward moment. Of. His. Entire. Eighteen years. But it was obviously policy, which is kind of really unfair. He thought; He didn't need a Sister or a Mother looking after him while he bathed, that was just ridiculous. He looked up at her and noticed a scar on her right shoulder.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Hmm? Get what?"

He moved over to her and, crouched down and lightly touched the beginning of the scar "This."

"Oh that? Well I would tell you if I knew myself." He looked at her quizzically. She laughed at what he presumed to be his face and after a couple of minutes, she finally answered. "What I mean is that, I've had this scar for as long as I could remember." She sighed, a tired sigh that is and that was when his brain clued him in that he was still touching her. He quickly retracted his hand and got up from his couched position and moved back from her a little.

"*Ahem* Well are you all finished then?"

"Yup. Don't worry I got my towel."

"That's splendid. I'll just be over there. By the door, or something..." He wondered in the door's general direction kind of dazed.

Sierra's P.O.V

He's just another templar Sierra. Plus, he's four years older than you! But I- his touch, it was just so soft and gentle. The feeling of when he touched she was like when she used lightening. It sent shocks down her entire spine. Oh great, she had developed a crush on a templar. That is just fantastic. She sighed and finished putting her hair in its usual braid. "So can we go now?" He turned around with that stupid goofy grin that he's been wearing for hours. "All set then? Good, lead on my fair maiden." His goofy smile turned into a teasing one. She felt like she was going to throw up. She looked down at the floor in an attempt to stop the queasy feeling when she saw her bloodied clothes and the horrors that she had been trying to suppress all came rushing back. Blood, screaming, a demon, no, an abomination and a dead man. Alistair must've seen something change in demeanour because he walked over to her and kneeled down and took her hands. He made her look him in the eyes. "Hey, it's going to get better alright? Irving and Greagoir are going to look after that man and that girl and anyone else that may have had something happen to them. You need to know, what happened there was not your fault."

"But if I-"

"But you hadn't been there, who know what could have happened. It is completely impossible to know what could have happened. And it's no use spending the rest of your life on if or buts of any sort. So please stop blaming yourself. If not for yourself, then how about for those around you?"

"Alright." She gave him a weak smile with her promise. She was never going to stop blaming herself for what had happened. She has to face the fact that if she hadn't been there that man would still be alive. People just don't work that way after all but people do lie to please others. So she'll follow her human nature and lie so that those around her would be happy at her own expense. In a swift movement he pulled her into a hug. She didn't know what to do or how to react because it wasn't every day that a templar pulls a mage into a hug. His armour was uncomfortable, the cold steel pressing into her body, but the gesture was comforting and greatly needed. She finally placed her arms around him returning the hug. It felt like hours before they had moved apart.

"Let's get you to bed shall we?"

"Mmm."

"I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?"

"Mmm." She rubbed her eyes then grabbed his hand and led to where all the other sleeping mages resided.

Alistair's P.O.V

"You do know I'm almost fourteen right?" She asked him. All he did was chuckle quietly as he tucked her into bed. Oh yes, he was tucking a fourteen year old girl into bed.

"You've been through a traumatic experience. I must do everything in my power to keep you safe. Even if it mean tucking you into bed." He gave her a sarcastic smile and she scoffed at him. Scoffed! He poked her in the side and she then lurched violently away.

"Don't!" She gave an annoyed huff and hissed. "Don't do that."

"Ohoho, the mighty mage is ticklish? Well you should not have scoffed at me then." He raised his hands and neared her with them.

"Alistair, I'll scream. Loudly. There are other people in here."

"Darn you, young maiden for foiling my plans with logic!" He ruffled her hair and she swatted his hand away with another annoyed huff accompanying it. "Good night, Sierra."

"Good night, Alistair." He had started moving away but she had yet to finish. "I can't wait to see you again tomorrow." He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.

"Yeah me too. Good bye." He couldn't wait for her to say anything else to him, not after the horrible guilt that had run through him. He wouldn't even be here to tell her that he was not staying. He quietly shut the door and turned to find a fuming Greagoir and a neutral Irving. "I'm guessing that you've come to a decision then?" He had hoped that she wasn't too much trouble.

Greagoir shook his head. "I feel as though the punishment given is far too light but yes it has been made."

"She is to be banned from the practice of any magic for two months. It saddens me to see someone's thirst for knowledge be cut off so abruptly.

"Well your mage has gotten off far too lightly for what she has done."

"The punishment you suggested was completely unnecessary and cruel, Greagoir."

"What-"

"You needn't worry about these matters Alistair, for they do not concern you. Now are your bags packed?"

"I... never unpacked them Knight-Commander."

"Good then, I hope that your trip is a safe one then."

"Thank you, Knight-Commander." and with a swift nod of acknowledgement Greagoir left. Irving however, lingered.

"She grows on you quite quickly doesn't she?" Alistair knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Sierra is going to be an exceptional mage. She is kind, funny, and wiser and smarter beyond her years."

"Hmm quite the smart-ass loud mouth as well." He glanced over at him in surprise. "What? I can't say nice things about all my students. Even my favourite students." He chuckled a sad chuckle. "She is going to be devastated that you're gone."

"I know."

"Are you ready to accept eternal hatred from a fourteen year old girl?"

"Hah, I guess I have to be."

"Brave man you are Alistair." He took a long thoughtful look at Alistair. It was kind of unnerving. "You have absolutely no desire to become a templar do you."

He snorted and looked away from Irving. "How could you see through my bitter hatred so easily First Enchanter?"

"Hush with the sarcasm, boy." He smiled a fatherly smile at Alistair. "Now don't forget about us little people, hmm?"

"I'll never- I won't."

"Excellent. Now run along or Kester will leave without you."

"Thank you. And will you tell her that I said good bye and that I'm sorry?"

"I will. Now good bye Alistair."

"Good bye, First Enchan-"

"Irving. Call me Irving."

"Good bye, Irving." And with that Alistair walked away from the nicest people that he would see for a while.

AN:

Yay, a relatively long chapter is out. It'll probably be a little while until the next chapter comes out but you never know, a miracle might happen, right? Anyway tell me things about it. Do you like it? Do you not? Should something in particular happen? I promise I don't bite.