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"You guys all stay here until I get back," Fenris told me and Zarrah as he left with Hawke and the rest of the gang. There was something going on with the templars and mages. From the stories Varric told me, I didn't want to know what the mages would reduce to if forced. Zarrah and I was on our way up the stairs when the manor began to shake. A bright red glow busted the roof and our bedrooms right off.
Zarrah grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the entrance hall. Debris fell down from the sky, a rather large rock hit my sister hard on the leg. She screamed and fell to the ground. I cursed angrily in Tevinter, helped her off the ground, and finished the distance so she didn't put any weight on her leg. We made it safely, but Zarrah's leg was broken.
"What's happening?" She shouted as an explosion happened outside. I screamed in fear, and felt the adrenaline give me a power-boost. Without thinking I began to heal my sister, not wanting to react harshly to the boost I'd gotten. It was taking a lot out of me, but I didn't want to go pyro or start sparking with Zarrah so close to me. I was afraid to open the front door-there was a battle going on outside, and Fenris had told us to stay there. I prayed to the Maker, while Zarrah prayed to her Creators, for Fenris's safe-keeping. After a long while, things got quiet suddenly. So quiet that it was scary. "Thanks for healing my leg," Zarrah said quickly, making me jump.
"No problem," I blushed.
"I didn't know that you were a mage," Zarrah smiled at me.
"Technically, I'm not," I tried to return her smile. "That's the sixth time I've ever used my magic."
"Really?" Zarrah looked amazed. "You're an excellent healer, my dear sister."
"Kirkwall already has a healer," I said, mentioning Anders without actually mentioning him. We got along yes, but the thought of that spirit set a shiver down my spine. How I reacted to the spirit was branded on me in slight scars on my stomach, a reminder of knowing not to provoke the angry Justice-Sprit within him.
"When do you think Fenris will come for us?" Zarrah sighed, changing the subject. "It's been hours, Aymjah."
"I pray to Andraste and the Maker that it will be soon," I closed my eyes. I wanted to know what was going on outside, but the fear of knowing made it easy to resist the urge. I continued to pray that he'd be safe, wishing that I could be with him.
It must have been three hours after either of had spoken that the front door opened and Varric was rushing us out of the one room home. The Chantry was gone, and from what I heard through the haze of everything, it was Anders doing. Isabela had the escape all planned, all we had to do was run. That was their plan at the moment. It wasn't going to be long until Sebastian returned with an army to get back at Anders.
"Are you okay, pretty thing?" Isabela purred at me once we were several miles out to sea. I nodded, though I was in shock, I was okay.
"I don't understand…why-why would you-" I looked over at Anders. "How could you do what you've done?"
"It had to be done," was all he said. The only person he'd actually look at was Hawke.
"So, what's the plan?" Fenris asked.
"Once we hit Ferelden, we split up and make sure we meet Isabela on the coast of Amaranthine two months later," Hawke replied. "Then we'll sail back to Kirkwall, spit up there, get some of our things."
"Those of us who have things," Fenris glared at Anders.
"Right, and then we set sail the next day. We can't stay long… unless one of us is captured, then we have to find an escape plan," Hawke breathed out. "Simple really."
"We're all going to be wanted one way or another," Isabela sighed, then she winked at Zarrah, "right Tiger?"
"Tiger?" Zarrah gave her a confused frown.
"That's what you remind me of," Isabela smirked. "I can't call you Kitten or pretty thing, because they're already taken."
"I see," Zarrah held my hand and looked down into the ocean waters.
I didn't like the thought of running forever, but if that meant that I'd be with Fenris, then of course I'd run with him anywhere. Isabela enjoyed the ship that we stole, she took on the role of captain, and she had all of us call her "Captain Isabela"-Varric called her "Captain Rivaini". When Fenris wasn't at my side, he made sure that either Varric, Orana, or Hawke was beside me. Only three people knew that I was carrying Fenris's child inside me, and every chance he got-Fenris would glare at Anders for almost killing his family. I wasn't sure if Anders even realized what he'd done, but he had murdered countless people, innocent people, just so he could further his mage cause. Merrill did her best to avoid both me and Zarrah on the ship, I figured it was because of what had happened with the Dalish and the Keeper. When everyone spoke of how we were going to avoid Sebastian, it made me feel a cold chill, the Chantry Brother was now a vengeful prince, and I was sure he'd rip the world apart to find Anders.
"How are you doing, Love?" Fenris asked me as he kneeled down and held my hand. "You weren't hurt, were you? Is our baby okay?" That made everyone look at us and I nodded.
"I'm fine, the baby's fine, and I wasn't hurt," I looked down. "We're going to be running a long time… aren't we?" Fenris nodded and I breathed, "I'll go wherever you go. Just promise me that you'll be there for us."
A light smile tugged on his lips, "I promise you that I'll be there for you and our child."
Varric flopped down beside us and grinned at me, "So… you're expecting to have a child… when were you going to tell the rest of us?" I shrugged and Varric laughed, "Now that's a twist on the story!"
"Well," I looked at him, "I'm up for a story right now. We've got the time."
"You're right, Elfie, we do have the time," Varric chuckled. He entertained me with stories of Hawke, stories of Fenris and me, and he tried to lighten the mood by telling jokes. It took Zarrah a moment to get used to Varric's elaborate stories, but soon she was drawn in. I noticed that was one of his many gifts, he could spin a tail like no one else that I'd ever known. By the time the sun set, the burning glow of Kirkwall was all that we could see behind us.