Please excuse the short chapters for now, they should pick up once we catch up to the events of the game.
Talizan Lavellan should have known better. In fact, she had known better. But Kevar had such pretty eyes, such a handsome face, and she hadn't wanted to disappoint him. So when the hunter had suggested she'd join him for a hunt, that he teach her to use a bow should her staff ever fail her, she'd accepted immediately. And when said hunt had taken them out of the boundary of her clan, she hadn't hesitated to follow him.
Perhaps he'd been trying to show off. He was her senior, but not by much and in the eyes of the clan they were essentially both still children. But either way things had gone wrong quickly when they'd stumbled onto the Templar camp. The Templars had sensed her magic before she'd even seen them and they fell on her quickly, dispelling the magic she tried to call to her aid. She'd screamed for Kevar to help. She'd heard stories of Templars, she knew what would happen if they took her. She'd never see her clan again.
Kevar fought valiantly to free her, but the young hunter didn't stand a chance against a group of fully grown Templars. In the end they cut him down like a dummy on a training field. His blood soaked the forest floor and Talizan had fallen to knees, sobbing his name.
They'd taken her back to camp and bound her hands in some material that disrupted her magic. They'd put her into a cart with another young Mage, a red headed human girl who appeared to be a few years older than Talizan. The older girl had looked at her sadly and the Templars marched onwards, towards Ostowick Circle. They didn't speak at all that first day. Talizan could do nothing but cry, silently now, the shock and horror of what was happening muting her sobs.
When they made camp that night Talizan had been sure the entire clan would descend upon them. Surely someone had noticed the two youngsters wander off? Surely they would punish the Templars for killing a young Dalish elf and attempting to steal away another? But the night crept on and no one came.
When the sun rose the next morning Aryana turned towards elf girl to see her tears had finally dried. She was staring off into the forest with tired, glazed over eyes and an empty expression that came with resignation. Aryana felt for her. She'd been traveling for three days with the Templars before the new Mage had been caught, and she'd given up on tears herself a few days ago. Tears only made her escorts angry.
Aryana cleared her thought quietly. The Templars were busy packing up the camp and she didn't want to attract their attention. "What's your name?"
Talizan turned towards her and seemed to really look at her for the first time. Aryana thought that the elf girl was probably about two years her junior. She had very blonde hair, so light it was almost silver, that hung loose almost to her waist. She looked at Aryana with big, grey eyes.
"I'm Talizan." She said finally, voice raw and rough from crying and the sleepless night. Aryana did her best to offer the younger girl a reassuring smile.
"I'm Aryana." She said. "Don't be scared. I'll look after you."