Hello hello! Well I am finally once again updating. I'm really sorry that they are in such random spurts, I will try reeealllyy hard to make it so they are at least put out once a month. And well sorry I know a lot of you will probably reread the last chapter cause I know I did hehe *coughs embarrassedly into hand and crawls away in shame*

Allllso, I never actually gave a full description of Sierra actually looks like so yeah she has reddish-brown hair that is long and wavy blah blah blah, she's tall-er (think 5"6) and not much else to say really.

Disclaimer: Bioware owns this very lovely place called Thedas.

Sierra looked up from her book to see Jowan coming towards her. She had taken a liking to them [books] ever since she was sent into Isolation two years previous. She had managed to gain back the trust of those around her and even make amends with Greagoir. Well not really but she liked to think that others somewhat believed that. But beyond that she had looked up from her book for a very, very good reason. Jowan was coming towards her at a very alarming speed and she felt like she was about to be dragged into yet another disagreement. She had become somewhat of a diplomat, someone that made the tough decisions for the people that couldn't or wouldn't. She sighed "Why hello Jowan, you know you're totally right ever since Irving has placed me into my own class to do highly advanced magic I never really get to see you anymore."

When Jowan reached her he rolled his eyes. "Could you keep the sarcasm level from asshole to jerk for a moment? I heard some people were talking, and what they were discussing was you."

Sierra perked up at this. "Moi? Little ol me, now what could I have possibly done to make me become the center of a conversation?"

"Well it's not good, I can tell you that much."

"Drat."

"More than drat. I heard that they are coming and that they are going to beat you up because you've been an obnoxious loud mouth saying you can take just about anyone with your eyes covered and your hands tied behind your back strapped to a pole."

"Jowan you know that's ridiculous I would never say such things. People are obviously spreading rumours and trying to stir up some trouble for me and my ilk. You are my ilk by the way. And anyway who are these people that you're talking about."

"That's just it Sie, I have no clue as to who these people are. I mean I've seen them around but I think that they are older than us and that they are just furious that Irving thinks you're great."

"Maybe I should try being less great. It would give me a lot less trouble I think."

"Yes I think so too." Jowan ended the conversation there when Sierra motioned to a group of people walking towards them with what seemed to be in great confidence.

Sierra smiled sweetly at them. "Why hello senior class men, funny seeing you down here in the apprentice area. Have you come to bestow your knowledge and wisdom upon us mere mortals of magic?" Sierra tried, really tried to not be so sarcastic all the time but it always came back to that and usually her regretting it.

One of the girls snorted. "Listen here brat. Just because Irving is wrapped around your little finger doesn't mean that you get to act all high and mighty and treat other people like trash."

Sierra snorted. "I treat people like trash because they are the people that deserve to be treated like trash, they are the ones that have earned the right to be treated as such and I will continue to do so until they have shown me that they are not trash and do not deserve to be treated as such." She nodded her head. To her that sounded like a really good answer one that an intellectual like herself could understand and wouldn't feel like they were being mocked but then again when did luck ever run on her side?

However, knowing her luck the boy in the front sneered at her. "You think you're just so high and mighty. Well you know what? I'm sick o'you. I'm sick, of prissy little girls getting all of the attention because they're pretty and manipulative."

Sierra cut in. "I will not be spoken to in such a way! Not only do you slander my name but the good name of our First-Enchanter Irving!" She grabbed the front of the man's robes and punched him squarely in the jaw sending to the floor. She'd hit people before and they were always surprised at the amount of strength she actually possessed. The other two rushed to help him up and she was greeted with a furious look.

"You little bitch I am going to make you pay!-"

Before he could continue on the groups were greeted with an icy and chilling voice. "Brenton and crew, I highly suggest that you take your sorry selves away from this place before you get your asses handed to you and get the both of you in trouble."

Sierra turned knowing that voice. There stood Darcy and Addison. As well as the speaker Ellie. Sierra smiled wryly, she and Ellie had set apart their differences to become quite the powerful force. In fact they had become fast friends once they realized that the differences they had paled in comparison to their similarities and likes. She quirked her eyebrow at the three while speaking. "That means; get lost assholes." They quickly scurried off murmuring obscenities to one another. Sierra turned to Ellie. "Well you sure know how to make an entrance now don't you?"

Ellie laughed cheerfully. "You know I will never get used to seeing people scurry away in fear. It's just so- invigorating." She cracked a smile. Sure she was a little… scary but Sierra liked her nonetheless.

Jowan snorted. "And you-" He spoke pointedly at Ellie. "Are insane and I have no clue how you managed to worm your way into our life."

Darcy pouted. "Don't be such a sour puss Jowan! You know if you had a conversation with her, she wouldn't come off as scary to you because it's really just an act to make people actually run away from her when she doesn't want to be bothered."

Addison snorted looked over to Ellie. "It doesn't work on Darcy anymore does it?"

Ellie sighed sadly. "No it doesn't." She smiled when she saw the pout that she received for her comment. Sierra laughed and even Jowan put a small smile on his face. It was moments like these that made Sierra love the Circle even when there were plenty of things wrong with it. But just like always their little get together didn't last long when they were approached by a templar. Thankfully they were pleasantly surprised when they heard the familiar voice from beneath the helmet.

"Sierra! Well, and friends." He bowed and coughed awkwardly before continuing. "Ehm, yes, the First-Enchanter wishes to start your lesson early today because he has a meet during your usual time and he sent me to come find you and tell you so here I am… telling you." Sierra laughed. She always thought that Cullen was cute but recently just proved how cute he really was. He had been acting this way ever since he had had bathroom duty and she bathed during said period. She knew that he liked her but could never admit it being a templar and all but she was flattered by it nonetheless.

She bowed in return to him. "Thank you Cullen that was very thoughtful of you." She turned to her friends saying a goodbye and made her way towards Irving's office. When she arrived she didn't like what she saw. What she saw was Greagoir and no Irving. She stood up straight and walked confidently into the room. "May I ask what you are doing in the First-Enchanters room, sir Greagoir?"

Greagoir snorted and put down the object he had been investigating. "Actually no you may not since you are a child." She glared at him while he continued on. "But if you must know I am here to speak to Irving about how he has been treating you as of late."

Sierra made a face. "What are you talking about? Irving has been treating me just fine lately."

Greagoir sighed. "Yes you see that is the problem. Never before has Irving given private lessons to a student and he shall continue on such record once more."

Sierra groaned. "You as well? Listen Irving is personally training me because I am so advanced for someone of my age but he does not believe that I should do my Harrowing at such an early age and I am very inclined to agree with him and so here he is teaching me, when he is not busy doing things that benefit the Chantry or you." She spat venomously. Sierra had not made up with Greagoir at all. In fact it had gotten much worse after the incident because when she had been released he had started treating her as if she were a maleficarum and she was not pleased about that. At all.

Greagoir snorted at her and was about to speak when Irving came into his office. He looked between Greagoir and Sierra before glaring at Greagoir. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you in my office Greagoir?"

He side glanced at the desk and slowly moved past Irving to the door. "Just having a friendly conversation with our star pupil over here nothing to worry about." Sierra glared at him. There was nothing friendly about that short conversation, and was glad it had been cut short. Irving and Greagoir passed short hushed words between one another but Greagoir slammed the door shut behind him.

Irving sighed and moved over to his desk. "I, apologize about him. He doesn't see all of your power as a beneficial thing like I do." He opened one of his books and looked through it silently. Sierra stood there not knowing if her being here was just a ruse created by Greagoir or if Irving was just taking some time to put the plan together. So she waited, for twenty minutes before Irving spoke again. "Sierra today's lesson will be on responsibility." Sierra rolled her eyes. "I saw that. And what I mean is that, you are going to become a very powerful mage I have no doubts about it. But you don't fully understand what this will entail for you in the future. Can you see where I'm coming from?" Sierra nodded. She didn't know what had brought this sort of conversation on but she was willing to listen to what he had to say since most of the time he really had a good point. "As you know, we all die, some day. And I'm hoping that when I die that I will be able to name you my successor as First Enchanter."

Sierra blinked. Her? First Enchanter? "Euh, Irving I don't think that's a good idea. I mean I haven't even gone through my Harrowing yet so how would I be able to even- and like I don't think that I would be able to work with Greagoir because he's well, he's an ass to sum it up and I would say something to him that would get all mages around the world locked up-" She was cut off mid rant by a low chuckle.

"Child, I don't plan on dying for a long while, I'm not that old. By the time that this actually happens you'll be old and mature enough to handle this. And regarding Greagoir, he will most likely be gone by that time or shortly on his way. His successor would most likely be Cullen and I know that you two get along quite well from what I hear." He quirked his brow accompanied with a smirk and a chuckled as Sierra grew red. "Also I would like to talk to you about that sort of thing. Flings with templars or other mages may seem like fun and thrilling but it will always go downhill, either the templar will admit he has sinned because it is his duty or because you have been caught and the same with a fellow mage. Or you'll get pregnant and that is always a hard one to explain. So please hear me out, when flirting with someone make sure that it never passes that. Just flirting."

Sierra shook her head. She knew that this was a very serious topic and she would never want to put Irving in any position where he would have to comply with her punishment or death. "I understand.

Alistair looked up from the book he had been reading. It was one of the ways that made it so no one would pester him about anything. It was his escape from his own hell. He often remember the night that had had happened two years ago. He shuddered when he thought of the girl that had morphed into the terrible creature and slew men before it without mercy. But he would then let his mind wonder to Sierra. She had apparently made a lasting impression on him since he found himself thinking of her often. The way her innocent stark green eyes had stared up at him in wonder and how her hair flowed past her shoulders occasionally glinting red. Before he thought any further he groan and smacked his head down onto his desk. And she was fourteen. He is a twenty year old templar day dreaming about a fourteen year old mage. "I'm really creepy." He spoke to himself aloud pushing his hand back and forth through his hair.

"Oh? I'm not the only one who has noticed huh?" Alistair was frozen out of his thoughts by the silky low voice of a woman. He groaned. This woman, he did not get this woman.

"Can I help you Alyssa?" She was a fellow Templar one that had something for him. He was sure if it was lust, love or hatred. Or maybe all three. Oh and probably disgust too. "Because I was really enjoying this book-" He paused to look at the front cover to find out the name of it. "The history of Nobility in Ferelden, the Free Marches and Orlais. A riveting read. I am currently learning about the Amells. They live in Kirkwall and have had some crappy luck when it comes to magic."

She snorted and sat down across from him. She pulled an apple out of her satchel and started peeling it with a knife. "I don't get you Alistair. You are very well trained. I've never seen someone fight like you yet you refuse to go on hunts. Instead you prefer to sit in the library like one of the Chantry mice and read your books of useless knowledge. Why is that?"

Alistair rolled his eyes. "Maybe because I don't like hunting down people no matter what they say." He stated pointedly.

She quickly sunk her knife down into the wooden table. "You have to stop this Alistair." She hissed quietly. "Do you know what our Commanders say about you? They say that you fell in love with a mage girl and were put under one of her little spells and now you think that they are normal, nothing to be feared. Well guess what? That little is no longer little. She's probably making her to the top of super freak with her unnatural abilities that make her not even human." Alistair quickly retrieved the knife from the table and sunk it into the apple splitting it perfectly in two and roughly pulled her towards him.

"Now you get to listen, there is no girl. I'm not in love and I will never love anyone because this place has broken me. I'm not the boy that I was when I got here and you can go back to your snooping gossiping Commanders that I am willing to do what is necessary because it is the only possible end. No pointless death. Ever." He pushed her away and turned before pausing to retrieve a half of the apple and stalked out of the hall to pick a bone with his superiors.

"No you listen to me! I need something to do. You coddle me because I am of royal blood but everyone is getting suspicious of me! They think me soft when in reality I am being confined by invisible doors and chains. I need something to do or I'm going to snap." Alistair breathed heavily as he spoke to the Grand Claric.

She stared, long and hard at him before speaking. "I have a promise to keep you out of harm's way. By letting you into the field then I would be doing just that."

Alistair growled with frustration. "The send me to the Circle! I know how to handle myself well enough and it's not that dangerous and not very far away from here! A boat ride's away practically! I'm an adult you can't keep me locked up anymore just because Arl Eamon will it to be so."

The Grand Claric stood abruptly. Alistair quickly realized that is was not because of his comment but because the door to the office had been opened. In the frame stood a new recruit, young and willing to get brownie points while he still could. The Grand Claric beckoned him forward with a pull of her fingers and received a letter and sighed with relief and shooed the boy out of the relief. She shoved the letter towards him and his read quickly eyes widening in surprise. "When did you ask for this?"

She pursed her lips in distaste. "The last time you barged into my office complaining of being a cramped bird. So I sent a letter addressing both the Knight-Commander and the First Enchanter of the Circle and Greagoir would love to have your services once more. And Irving wrote that he would love for you to go to his office immediately when you arrive." She shook her head. "Odd bird that one. Anyway go pack your bags and you leave once you are packed."

Alistair sat shell-shocked and was greeted with, a well get on with it before I change my mind, and stood abruptly bowing before scurrying off to pack.

No one saw him off. Not that he had made any friends while he was here. He knew that everyone knew he greatly disliked the Chantry, he couldn't help that bitter side of him shine out. He practically skipped his way down the road towards where his ride was waiting for him. It would only be a short four day journey for him to finally start something that would be worthwhile his time.

Tada it is a new chapter! Truth be told I had eighteen chapters written for this but then my computer got wiped and I was so crushed because I had had over 100,000 words written for this thing. So this is why I haven't updated in a while because I had an extreme hatred for it but that hatred has passed so I'm okay and should have better updates not sporadically updated every few months or so.

Also I said that we wouldn't see Alistair for a while but I love him too much so I kinda skipped the boring stuff…