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I was running along a path, my feet were bare, and there were two people running behind me. I stopped but a voice behind me called out in Antivan, "Don't stop running Aymjah and don't look back!"

I obeyed immediately and kept on running. There was something after us, and I was small. I tried to lift my legs even higher as I ran, leaving the other two behind me. I ran as fast as I possibly could, right into the arms of a strangely robed man. This was what the voice was protecting me from, the tree of us had escaped because I…was being sold. The man's cold grey eyes twinkled as he lifted me up off the ground and into his arms.

"You, my pet, cannot run away from your new master," the human chuckled coldly in Antivan as I wiggled in his arms. "You'll be mine until the day you die."

I cried out in Antivan, "No! Please, I want my mama!"

The man laughed heartlessly and tightened his hold on me, taking my breath away, "You no longer have a mother or a sister. You are a slave, my slave, and you best remember that."

"NO!" I tried to scream. "Please…Mama…"

"Aymjah, my love, wake up," I could hear Fenris's deep voice from far away. "Darling wake up please."

I opened my eyes quickly and looked up into Fenris's worried green eyes. Tears were pouring from my eyes with no mercy towards me. I couldn't believe that I had a dream about the first time I'd met Nikoli. He had made it clear to me that I wasn't free, that I'd never be free. The thoughts of this really got me angry. No one should be subjugated to belonging to anyone but the one they loved. I did not like being a slave, I doubted anyone enjoyed it. Fenris took me into his arms, but didn't ask me about my dream. I kept muttering to myself in Antivan, "It was only a dream…he can't get you now."

"Shhh, I'll protect you from anything that may hurt you," Fenris whispered in Tevinter.

I looked up at him and whispered in Antivan as my fear took over me, "He's coming for me."

"What was that, Love?"

I shook my head, thinking that it was best not to tell him. I couldn't let him get angry at the fact that I knew my master would be in Kirkwall soon to reclaim me. That's what I got from my dream anyways. The day that I'd become his slave, knowing that there wasn't ever going to be a future for me being free. I held onto Fenris and prayed that when the day came when Nikoli came for me, that I'd have the courage to fight him. He whispered into my ear gently his pledges of love, as if knowing what I needed to hear, somehow knowing how I felt. I took a deep breath and whispered, "What would you do if…" I closed my eyes and tried to find the right words, "what would you do…"

"If He came to get you?" Fenris breathed out in Tevinter, I nodded. His eyes got ice cold suddenly with hatred, "I will rip his heart out for what he did to you."

"You would?" I looked into his eyes and they softened for me.

"I would," he whispered before he kissed me.

There was a knock on the door and Fenris breathed, "Orana's here with a message from Hawke."

"Orana's here?" I breathed out. "How do you know?"

"She's the only one who knocks," Fenris chuckled. "She's not a slave, Hawke made that clear to everyone. She works for Hawke for gold and a place to live."

"She's no longer a slave either?" I asked in wonder. Orana and Papa-her father, had been like family to me, and for Hadriana's Majester gift, both Papa and Orana were given to her.

"Come in!" Fenris called out lazily.

The door opened slowly and Orana poked her head in even slower, "Ma- Fenris?"

"Yes, Orana, what is it?" Fenris grinned.

I noticed she didn't make eye contact with either of us as she spoke, "Mistress Hawke asked if the two of you would join her for dinner at the manor with several friends."

"Orie?" I breathed and slid out of the bed, still fully clothed. I went over to her and embraced her in an awkward hug. It would have been a good hug, but she started to cry in my arms. I held her tightly in my arms and brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, "Shhh, Orie, what's wrong?"

"I just n-never thought t-that I'd see you a-again!" Orana sobbed. "And Papa… oh Aymjah!"

"What's wrong with Papa?" I asked.

"He's dead," Fenris whispered, and Orana cried even harder into my arms. "Hadriana killed him for the magic in his blood."

I closed my eyes and just held the crying elf. Anger was filling me, and anger wasn't a good emotion for me. I either cried, turned into a cold-hearted killer, or exploded, and exploding wasn't something I… enjoyed. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't up for crying or stabbing a dagger into someone, but things literally would go up in flames when I exploded. It was my guess that my magic was why Nikoli bought me in the first place. No one but a few people knew about this, Fenris was one of them, but I didn't know if he knew that now. I've never had a staff so I've never been to center my energy, so no one ever expected me to be a mage. Sometimes I'd forget that I was a mage, because in a way, I wasn't. When Orana finally finished crying into my arms, she straightened herself out and smiled at me, "It is good to see you again."

"I'll see you soon," I smiled at her.

"We'll be there for dinner," Fenris told her. "Thank you, Orana."

She gave a polite smile, bowed slightly, and left us alone finally after about an hour. For the first time I noticed that he was actually reading. He looked up at me and gave me a light smile. I moved towards him in wonder, no slave I knew could read, yet somehow he could. "Are you…really reading?"

"Hawke taught me," Fenris grinned. "If you'd like, I can teach you."

"I would love that, my love," I moved towards him and sat at his side. "Are we really going to eat at Hawke's?"

"Yes, Love, we are," Fenris placed his book to the side and pulled me onto his lap. "Tomorrow, we will go to the Dalish and ask about your sister."

"How'd-"

"Not only Varric has a loud mouth, Love," Fenris chuckled. "I'll make sure your happy, but you do know, if she's with the Dalish, she probably won't want to leave."

"If she's with the Dalish, I know that she's safe," I said. "That's all I want. That's all I've ever wanted since I was five, except for one thing…"

"I know," Fenris kissed my lips teasingly, not fully making contact, "I… I love you, Aymjah." Before I could say anything he kissed me passionately. For me it felt as though the Maker himself stopped time just for us. We kissed and worshiped one another for hours. Up until Fenris breathed out, "We better get over to Hawke's."