A/N: Hey guys, it's me again. So here's the next chapter of The Forgotten Story, and it's kind of just a filler, but it has to be in here. Sorry! Tell me what you think in a review!

UPDATE: This chapter has been completely revised. I've fixed grammatical errors and characterization. Onto the next :)

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We followed the direction of the crowd, making our way through the thick mass of people. After a bit of pushing and shoving, we eventually found ourselves at the front of the group.

"Back to the crowd, you lot!" The guard who was stationed to keep the crowd back shouted at us, his patience obviously burnt out. I couldn't exactly blame him. What was he supposed to do to help these people? There was nothing he could do but do his job, which was simply to keep the people from storming the gates of Kirkwall.

Hawke put on his usual quirky smile, the one that somehow had my stomach in knots, and asked if we could speak to someone in charge. The guard pointed us in the right direction, and we started walking.

Carver subtly made his way to my side, making me frown.

"So, Angel. . ." He started.

I suppressed a groan, knowing that Carver didn't trust me as far as he could throw me. Well, he could probably throw me pretty far, so I suppose even less than that. He was Carver, and I wasn't sure I even liked him. He had always been annoying, and would constantly complain about his life and how he was always in his brother's shadow. There had been many times when I felt like throwing my controller at the screen whenever he said something against his family, or against anything, really.

And sure, in real life he was pretty handsome and probably around my age, but along with that, he was at least twice as annoying.

"Yes, Carver?" I sighed, picking up my pace slightly. He hesitated before speaking, trying to think of how he could phrase his next sentence.

"Just how did you end up in Lothering, anyways? On the ground, unconscious. You say that you're from a place called Virginia, which I've never heard of before, and yet, we found you in Lothering. Care to explain?"

I let out an exasperated sigh.

I knew that I wouldn't like whatever he had to say. I quickly wracked my brain, trying to think of an intelligent response. Carver waited patiently while I tried to think of something. Eventually, I just spit words out of my mouth, hoping that they would form coherent sentences.

"I was... uh, visiting. People." I nodded as I spoke, trying to act confident in my answer.

I could instantly tell that Carver wasn't fooled by my lies, but what could I do? And what could he do, anyways? Nothing, really, as it wasn't a crime to want your personal life to remain private.

"People? That's the best you could come up with? Visiting people? Maker, forget I even asked..." He shook his head at me, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.

"But just know that I'm going to be keeping my eyes on you, Angel." He spoke, trying to sound menacing.

"As long as your eyes aren't on my ass, I'm fine with it."

Hawke suddenly burst out laughing, startling both me and Carver. His laugh was infectious as he glanced back at me with an approving grin, and I was nearly tempted to join in. But I refrained, settling for a small smile as we headed towards the man in charge.

But when we got there, the group of deserters was already there, as I should have guessed. They were arguing with the captain about trying to get in, and were being shot down at every turn. Hawke jumped in with one of his charming remarks.

"Surely there's a bit of extra room for the pretty people."

The Captain shook his head at Hawke, probably wishing that we would all just go away and let him be. But he just sighed, and opened his mouth to speak once again.

"We'll find some ships to take you back to Ferelden – eventually. Until then, you stay here." He said with a tone that said that the subject was closed. But Hawke wasn't satisfied just yet.

"If you find our Uncle, Gamlen Amell, you might just have a few less refugees bothering you."

Recognition flickered through the Captain's expression, and he nodded at Hawke.

"Gamlen? I know that name."

Carver stepped in, pushing past me in order to be heard.

"He's a nobleman in the city. Our family has an estate." He said.

The Captain frowned slightly.

"Nobleman? The only Gamlen I know is a weasel who couldn't rub two coppers together," He paused, before sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time. "If he comes back, I'll send him to you. But I don't have time to-"

"What? You're going to let them through?!" The leader of the deserters cried out, obviously upset.

Knowing what was going to happen, I tapped lightly on Hawke's shoulder, trying to convey my knowledge through a look. He stared at me, before following my gaze to the deserter's hand, which rested on the sword strapped to his hip. Hawke nodded back at me, and I knew he understood.

"That's not what I sai-"

"That's it! We're carving our way into the city, men!"

It was frightening how many of his allies seemed to emerge from the shadows, weapons unsheathed and ready to kill. My instincts took over, as I suspected, and I shot a look towards Hawke, who moved to my side.

The fight began, and I was surprised at how seamlessly Hawke and I worked together, fighting back to back, easily knowing where each of us needed to be at the right time. Hawke knew who to attack and who to leave to me. It was strange, and felt almost as though we were performing a rehearsed dance. It was insane, but effective.

All of the deserters were down in less than five minutes, and no one on our side was seriously injured. As the dull feeling left my body, I quickly wiped the blood splatters off of my face, and put my daggers back into the belt I wore.

"Unbelievable," The Captain shook his head at the mess in front of him, before turning to us. "Look, I can't get you into the city, it's just not my decision. But I'll find your uncle and bring him here." He nodded, and walked off.

I heard a short bark of laughter, and turned to see Hawke.

"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at me, and I couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.

The rest of the day passed relatively quickly, and I was grateful when it came time to sleep. On the second day of sitting there, however, I was easily bored, and had nothing to do but talk with Hawke and Aveline.

Aveline seemed to open up to me the more we talked, as she was slowly getting over her suspicions of me.

I soon grew tired of waiting, and began to pace back and forth. It was while I was walking that a sudden thought occurred to me. Just how long was I going to be stuck in the game? I had already come to the conclusion that this wasn't a dream, but the game spans over a decade! If I was truly stuck here, how in the world was I supposed to cope in a video game for ten years? I was eighteen now, so I'd be nearly thirty when this whole thing was over!

I mean, I didn't exactly have the best life before this happened, but I still had a family! I had my older brother and my mother back in reality, and how was I supposed to leave them behind? I couldn't! But part of my brain said that I might not have a choice.

"Copper for your thoughts?"

I looked up from where I had sat down, and saw Hawke standing above me. He sat down gently beside me, his signature smile still in place. I hesitated, not knowing what to say. What could I say? That I fell into a video game? That his whole life isn't real, that it's some game people play over and over again for their own amusement? I frowned, and made something up on the spot.

"Oh, nothing much, really. All of Carver's whining is making me a tad bit cranky, however. What's his problem, anyways?" I spoke, my chapped lips making it a little bit painful to talk. Hawke smirked, and nodded in understanding.

"He does seem to complain a lot, doesn't he? Oh well. He's Carver, and I doubt he's going to stop whining anytime soon, so we might as well get used to it."

I couldn't help but stare at him in awe as he spoke. There was a certain air about him, something that made you want to follow him. He was a natural born leader, someone who you could trust to get things done the right way. It was amazing how everything about him screamed out, 'I'm the one in charge!', and his charisma was simply unbelievable.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. But that doesn't mean that I have to like it, right?" I joked.

Hawke smiled, nudging my shoulder gently with his.

"No, it doesn't," He paused for a moment. "So tell me more about yourself, Angel. We've been stuck together for a few weeks, and I still only know your first name. You interest me, and I find myself wanting to know more about this beautiful woman in my company."

I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks at his words, and I silently cursed myself for reacting this way. I knew by now that Hawke was a terrible flirt, but I still wasn't used to the attention. Guys seemed to avoid me back in the real world, so I had no real experience with flirting. Hence me blushing like a twelve year old.

I swallowed thickly, and tried to find words.

"I-I, well, my name is Angel..." I spoke lamely.

I sighed, and tried to come up with something better. I couldn't make up a last name on the spot, so I just used my own.

"My name's Angel Sage, I'm eighteen, and from a place called Virginia. I, uh, live with my father and mother. I don't exactly get along with them, but I don't have enough money to get my own place, so I'm stuck with them. Well, um, I like to read. I sketch a lot, I suppose. I've never been in a relationship before, and I like the color blue. Um, well, that's it, I guess." I spoke quietly, not really knowing what else to say.

I've never been asked to describe myself before, so I guess I kind of suck at it. And not to mention that there wasn't a lot to say. I was kind of boring, now that I think about it.

Hawke was silent for a few moments, and I was beginning to wonder if he had even heard me when he spoke up with his usual charm.

"Never been in a relationship before, eh? With beauty like yours, I am surprised men aren't knocking at your door! Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?"

I let out a little laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood.

"What, do you have some handsome friend you want to introduce me to?"

Hawke grinned.

"Well, the person I have in mind is tall and strong, with luxurious black hair, and eyes like melted honey. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm sure you've met him before."

Oh.

"Uh, Hawke? I don't think that's such a good idea. Besides, how old are you anyways? Fourty?" I chuckled nervously. I wasn't expecting him to show actual interest in me, besides the usual flirting, and I knew that it couldn't happen. Not in a million years cold I get involved with somebody from the game. Not to mention the fact that he was a mage!

"I'm only twenty four! It's not that big of an age difference!" Hawke defended himself lightly.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head.

"That's six years, Hawke! I consider that to be a pretty large age difference. It wouldn't work. Plus, I'm just not attracted to you..." I mumbled the last part, not sure if it was true or not.

I mean, he was a handsome guy, well, extremely handsome, but it wouldn't work. Just because he was a good looking man, does not mean I would want to be in a relationship with him. He'd be too much trouble for me, in fact, he'd probably get me killed if I got involved with him!

"You mean to say you're not attracted to me in the least?" He spoke, amusement in his voice.

"No."

"I don't believe that,"

"Well believe it, Garrett, because it's true!"

"Is not."

"Is too!"

"You just keep telling yourself that, honey."

I turned to face him, punching him roughly on the shoulder in frustration. It only made him laugh, and he held my wrist in his hand to prevent me from hitting him again.

"What was that for?" He grinned.

"You're a bastard, you know that, right?"

"Oh come on, you know you love me,"

"Dream on, lover boy!"

"Oh, I will."

"Would you just shut up?!"

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to get something out there before I go on vacation. Tell me what you think, and what you want to see more of. The next chapter will be the year spent in Kirkwall, going into more detail about what happens then. Let me know, my little reviewers!