Disclaimer: Dragon Age isn't mine. It's BioWare's not mine. If only:(.
Authors Note: PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I HAVE LOW SELFESTEEM IN MY WRITING! PLEASE HELP ME! Thank you to those who did view. This wouldn't have been out for another week had it not been for you people. Also Fuzzies is a friend of mine who goes through my writing looking for corrections so they get a cookie! In this fic there is going to be no dialogue. I found this concept on a writers page as a challenge and decided to take it. These chapters will be short and the story may end I don't know. It is my break from Harry Potter for a bit. In this fic Fenris returned to Danarius between Act 2 and 3. On with the fic.
Fenris didn't wake up for the fest of the day. Danarius headed off to sleep awaiting tomorrow when they would be returning to the Chantry. When Danarius awoke in the morning he went to check on Fenris. As he pressed his ear to the door he heard no noise so he slipped in. Fenris jumped slightly as the door swung open and turned to face him. Fenris no longer had tear tracks running down his face but still looked distressed.
Danarius walked over and sat down next to Fenris and asked if he was still confused. Fenris replied saying he understood what Danarius had told him but he didn't understand why. Danarius placed his arm over Fenris' shoulder and pulled him closer. He rested his head on top of Ferris' and whispered all the reasons why.
He said how he loved Fenris. How he never wanted to harm him or for harm to come to him. How he had prayed every day that Fenris would return to him or that they would find him. How that when Fenris did come back, but he was happy to return home. These, Danarius explained, were just some of the many he was going to let Carver come with them.
Fenris nodded saying his thanks before standing and saying they should get ready to leave. Danarius stood up as well and they headed on their way. They walked the short distance to the once great Chantry. They walked inside the makeshift tent, As they looked around Sebastian came up to Fenris and said that Carver had returned. Before Sebastian took Fenris to Carver Danarius stopped him and passed him a large, heavy, purse. Sebastian opened it and looked inside, his face lit up in surprise. He shook his head and tried to pass the bag back but Danarius wouldn't except it.
Inside the bag was well over a thousand sovereigns. It was enough to build the Chantry to its once great form and more. Sebastian tried once again to give it back but Danarius just turned and told Fenris saying he would be back around the fourteenth bell over his shoulder. Sebastian, still in shock, led Fenris towards the Templar section of the tent. Many other people were there and most were doing their duties.
Just before they came to a closed of section of the tent Sebastian stopped them. He place a hand on Fenris' slim shoulder and leaned in and asked if Fenris was ready to do this. His answer was a small nod. Sebastian smiled and gave Fenris a squeeze before opening the flap.
Inside there were many Templars most of which were ether polishing their armour and practising. The armour had changed since the last time he had seen it. Most of the plate mail had been crushed in the explosion. Now they just had leather with the flaming sword burned into their breast plate. Their swords were adequate at best. They were unbalanced and dented not to mention rusted. That was were a large chunk of the money was going to need to go.
AS Fenris looked around he spotted some Templars that had been friends of Carver's. The ones he had known stopped their polishing and sparing to look at him in surprise. Fenris quickly counted the number of Templars; there were far less than there had been.
Sebastian called to the knight-commander that he had a visitor. Fenris stopped his glancing to look at the man who answered. The man stood up and faced Fenris. His warm eyes widened and Fenris recognized him.
Carver.