A/N: Hey guys! So here's the next chapter of The Forgotten Story, hope you like it! I want to thank Usotsuki Lily, Marli-chan Tuchanka, legend of ollie, dhallen, Valerie Michaelis, ndwhoopsiedoodle for reviewing the last chapter. Thank you guys, it may not seem like it, but it means a lot to me :)

Meeran kept his word, and got all of us into the city of Kirkwall by nightfall. Lowtown at night was much more frightening at night in real life than in a simple video game. You could almost feel people watching you as you walked. I was truly afraid that thugs were going to jump out rob us, and then kill us all. But of course, even if that did happen, we had Hawke, Carver, Bethany, and Aveline. And oh. I guess we had me as well. I didn't know how exactly I knew to fight, but somehow I made it work. Part of it was copying the moves from the game, and the other part was following my natural instincts.

As we walked through the night, I realized that the basic layout of Lowtown was the same as it was in the video game, only quite a bit bigger, so I knew exactly where to go. We passed by the Hanged Man, and Aveline said that she had enough money to get a room there, so she left us. As we were leaving, I realized that I didn't want to burden the Hawke family any more than I already had. They literally just did not have any room for me in Gamlen's tiny little house. I could find somewhere else for the night, and I didn't mind at all, if it would help them out even by a little bit.

"Hawke, Aveline would probably let me room with her for the night, and then I could find someplace else in the morning-"

Hawke cut me off before I could finish my thought process.

"I'll be having none of that. You'll stay with us, even if I have to sleep on the floor," He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. How on earth was he so kind? The only other person that was ever this kind to me was my brother! I thought guys like this only existed in fairy tales! Well, maybe he's not quite fairy tale worthy, but he's still one of the nicest guys I've ever met.

"You'd better keep that in mind, brother, because I'm not sleeping on the floor after what I've been through . . ." Carver cut in with one of his stupid remarks. I bit my lip to keep myself from swearing too much at him, but I couldn't help but say something to him.

"We've all been through the same thing, you dipshit! So could you please just shut up for once?" I pleaded with him. What I wouldn't do for just ten minutes without hearing anything from that whiny, sarcastic voice of his! How Hawke and Bethany could stand it on a daily basis, I have no idea.

Carver looked at me in complete surprise.

"Dipshit? What did I ever do to you to deserve being called a dipshit?" He wondered aloud. I stopped walking and stared at him for a long while, wondering if he was being serious. Then I looked over to Hawke in disbelief. We shared a nice long look, and then burst into laughter. Carver was still confused, and Bethany just rolled her eyes at us, following Gamlen and Leandra with a small smile on her lips.

"What? I still don't get it!" He complained, as he usually did. Hawke sighed and shook his head at his younger brother.

"Of course you wouldn't, Carver. Of course you wouldn't."

We walked the rest of the way in silence, except for Bethany's promise to me that tomorrow she would go out and buy me some new clothes to fit in with the rest of the people of Kirkwall. I suddenly remembered that I was still in my old clothes. They had been washed, of course, several times, but there were old blood stains on them, and that didn't exactly blend in, which is what we wanted to do right now.

After a while of walking, we finally made it to the Old City Slums, where Gamlen's house was located. I climbed the stairs to his house carefully, not wanting to hurt anything else in my body. God forbid I break a bone right now! I was exhausted, and could not wait to go to bed. My limbs ached and my head was pounding in my skull. I needed some rest, and hell, I suppose I deserve some rest after everything that I've been through these past couple of weeks.

I almost gasped out loud at the size of Gamlen's home. It really was as small as it was in the video game. There were three rooms, and not enough cots for everyone to sleep on.

"I'll sleep on the floor," I offered. "After all, I am the one who is taking advantage of your guy's hospitality . . ." I went to make a spot for myself on the floor, but Hawke pulled me back, and pointed to a cot that was lying in one of the rooms.

"That's where you'll sleep. I'llsleep on the floor. You girls deserve a good night's sleep. Now, why don't you three go to bed? Carver and I will stay up for a little while longer. We have to work out a plan with Gamlen. Sweet dreams, Angel, Bethany, mother." Hawke nodded his head at each of us, before crossing his arms and looking over at Carver, who looked like he was going to complain again. He immediately shut his mouth when he saw his brother's gaze.

I smiled over at Bethany, and laid myself down on the cot Hawke had pointed to, closing my light blue eyes. I was asleep in mere moments.

!#$%^

I woke up from my dream to feel Bethany shaking my uninjured shoulder softly. It was still dark outside. I sat up, gently taking my hair out of its braid, marveling at the many curls in the thick brown hair. I shook my head, glad that my hair was finally out of its restraints.

"You have beautiful hair, did you know that?" Bethany grinned, reaching out and touching a strand of my hair. "And so soft, too!"

I yawned, and stretched my arms out, wincing when the wound in my shoulder started to throb again. I sighed, and then turned to Bethany.

"Why'd you wake me up so early?" I asked her. Bethany just smiled at me, and shrugged.

"We have to go get you a new outfit before I have to go to . . . work!" She sounded very chipper about it, but I knew that she was kind of depressed about starting her first day of a year of servitude. So I slapped on a smile, for her sake. I got up, and ran a comb through my hair, without much luck. I sighed, and eventually gave up, following Bethany out of the door and to some market or another.

We went to one of the robe shops that I could clearly remember from the game, but they had a much better selection than they did in the actual video game.

I didn't know what to get. Should I get something like armor, or should I get something to blend in with the rest of the people of Kirkwall? Bethany looked so excited about shopping for me, that I just went with whatever she said.

Finally, after a long while of searching, she came up with three different outfits. One was a typical lightweight armor set, something that looked like it could stand up in a fight. The second was a dark blue dress, tightly fitted at the waist and a low v-neck in the front. It went all the way to my feet in an elegant manner. It must be for fancy occasions, I suppose. The third and final item was a deep green dress, still tightly fitted at the waist, and a low v-neck in the front, but this time it was shorter, and went halfway down my thighs, with black leggings underneath. It had a hood, as well. I decided that the green one was my favorite. Casual, but pretty at the same time.

I hated to admit it, but Bethany had some serious style. I nodded at all of her selections, and we paid for the clothes, walking slowly back to Gamlen's house. We made small talk, speaking of simple things such as clothes, the weather, and other stuff unimportant things like that.

When we reached the house, I turned to face her, and grabbed her shoulders gently.

"Bethany, if anyone gives you trouble today, or if you're having a hard time with working, don't you hesitate to come talk to me about it, okay? I'm here for you, through thick and through thin!"

Bethany nodded at me, and smiled a sad little smile that broke my heart. I sighed, and walked her back into the house.

!#$%^

Twenty minutes later, and everyone was gone, except for Leandra and I. Gamlen was probably off at the Blooming Rose, doing what he normally did on days like these; waste his money on useless things.

I was tempted to speak to Leandra, but I didn't know how to make it not awkward. So I changed into the green outfit and slipped my two daggers into the new boots I got. Knee length ones, too. Pretty good for hiding weapons, if I thought so. I sighed, and strolled through Lowtown, taking in the sights around me.

There were people all around me, and I wondered where they were headed to. I looked at the beggars on the streets, and wondered how they got there. How they ended up so desperate.

I shook myself out of these depressing thoughts, and headed to the Hanged Man to meet up with Aveline, who had started to trust me a little more since we had first met. I slipped into the bar, went up the stairs and found my way to her room, knocking gently on the door.

"Go away . . ." She sighed from the other side, obviously irritated at something.

"Aveline, it's, um, me," There was a slight pause, so I continued. "Angel."

There was a rustling sound, and then the door opened to reveal Aveline, smiling apologetically at me.

"Sorry. There was some drunk who kept knocking on my door asking for the Viscount. Kept saying he had a very important appointment that he couldn't miss."

I shrugged my shoulders at her, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"It happens."

She invited me inside, letting me have the nicer chair to sit in.

"I like your new look. It suits you. Very daring, I suppose," Aveline sighed, and leaned back in her chair. I mimicked her actions, trying to get comfortable in the very uncomfortable chair. I closed my eyes once I got into a semi-bearable position, and was silent. It was a comfortable silence, however, as we both felt no need to chat when we didn't have to, and if we didn't want to.

After a while, however, I knew Aveline wanted to say something, so I looked up at her, encouraging her to say it.

"I think I'm going to apply for a position as a guard, here in Kirkwall," She said, and I knew that it was something she wanted, and badly. I was however, surprised that she wanted it this early into the year.

"Wow, Aveline. It's only been one day!" I laughed to myself, and Aveline nodded in understanding.

"I know that, Angel. But I feel that I'm meant to do this, if that makes any sense at all." She sighed again. I nodded back at her, completely getting what she meant. I knew that Aveline was perfect for being a guard, well, guard and then guard captain, I suppose.

I smiled at her, and then crossed my legs.

"Aveline, if that's what you want to do, then don't let anything get in your way. I have complete faith that you can do it, if that's what you truly want. Go apply today, if you want, even!"

Aveline chuckled, and rubbed at her forehead. I could tell that she was stressed out.

"Alright Aveline, I just came by to say hello. I'm going to go back to that hell hole now Gamlen calls a home, maybe try to speak with him, if I can find him. Goodbye, Aveline, and good luck,"

I rose from the chair, and left the Hanged Man, heading back to Gamlen's house. I really did need to talk to him, see if he could help me find a house. I remember from the video game, all of Hawke's companions had separate houses, and I wasn't going to be the one that's stuck with him throughout the game. Sure, it wouldn't be that bad, but I had to have a life of my own as well. Kirkwall was now my new home, so I might as well get used to it.

I was almost to Gamlen's house when I heard a noise coming from the shadows. I looked around, but saw nothing. I continued walking, and heard the same sound once again. I contemplated throwing a dagger, but I just sighed and turned around to face the person that was following me.

"I know that you're following me, so please; just show yourself."

There was silence, but after a few moments, a man emerged from the darkness. He was dressed in the Red Iron's armor, so I knew instantly that Meeran had sent him to find me. I didn't know why, but I knew for a fact that he did.

"Why did he send you?" I questioned him, searching his face for answers. The man looked young, probably only about a year older than me. He had messy blonde hair, and a strong athletic build. He was young, but he looked like he could do a lot of damage if someone pissed him off.

"He told me to tell you that he had an offer for you,"

I perked up. Did he want to recruit me? Yes! This was exactly what I needed!

"Go on," I motioned for him to continue talking. The young man smirked, seeing my excitement.

"Work with him." He said, simply, as if it were nothing. I rolled my eyes, knowing that it couldn't be that easy.

"For how long?"

"However long you want to."

"Wait, what?" I was utterly confused. "Why does Meeran want me to work for him if I can come and go as I please?"

It was the man's turn to roll his eyes at me, and I could tell that he wanted to get this over with. He was probably only doing this for the money.

"Work with him. Not for him. He saw what you did to Friedrich and his guards, and he wants talent like that. Someone who can harness their rage and put it to good use like that would be more than useful to him. He's willing to make a deal. A 50-50 share of every contract you pick up."

I was tempted. If I did this, I would be able to make a name for myself! But contracts? Wait, as in contract killings?

"Contracts? I thought that he was a mercenary, not an assassin!"

If he was hiring me to kill people, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do this! Killing people for money? It wasn't exactly my style, if you know what I mean.

"Well, he's willing to . . . branch out,"

I sighed, and put my head in my hands. I didn't know what I was going to do. Could I really kill people for money? But wait, he said that I get to pick my contracts. This could work! I would only accept contracts if the target was a murderer, or child molester, or some other really bad person. I'd only take down monsters, in order to prevent myself from becoming one.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy. He raised an eyebrow at me, but played along.

"Drew. Drew Brennan."

I took a deep breath in.

"Well, Drew, tell Meeran that I'm in."

!#$%^

When I got back to the house, I was in luck, and Gamlen was standing by the fireplace. I took another deep breath, and walked towards him, clearing my throat softly. He turned to me, his eyebrows raised. I bit my lip, and looked at the floor, not sure how exactly to say this.

"Um, Gamlen," I paused, thinking to myself. "I-I, what I mean is . . . well," I sighed, giving up altogether on being subtle, and just put it out there for him to hear.

"We both know that I can't stay here any longer. I was wondering if you knew of any cheap places I could rent out."

"And why did you think that I would be able to help you with this?" He asked, eyebrow still high above his eyes.

"Well, no offense meant, but you're the master of cheap things. You bargain all of the time, and know where to spot a good deal. Can you help me?" I pleaded, hoping that he would be able to at least point me in the right direction. He sighed, and shook his head.

"Well, there's an abandoned home right across the street from here. Nobody uses it, and it has a passage into the undercity,"

I realized that he must be talking about the place you meet Sister Petrice in the Shepherding Wolves task. I laughed, knowing that it would eventually be used by somebody. I nodded at him, before walking out of the house once again, heading for the other side of the Old City Slums. I found the door, and walked into the place.

It was dusty and old looking, but had more than enough room for me.

I smiled, and began to clean.

A/N: So, a little bit more going on in this chapter, the first day in Kirkwall for the Hawkes (and Angel + Aveline). The next chapter should be coming out pretty quick, so be patient :) There'll be quite a bit more of Drew in the upcoming chapters, as well as Angel/Verity's new job. There wasn't a lot of Hawke in this, but there'll be more of him, I swear. Please, feel free to review!