I know it's a little bit late, but I got help up with work and stuff, goo news is I'm working on chapter 17 so YAY! but yeh, the next few chapters are gonna be about Aeden and are some of my favourites cause he's a really interesting character to write so far. So yeh enjoy!

Aeden Cousland had only been a day away from the city of Denerim when he had entered a small village in hope of news. He had tried to bring as little attention to himself as possible since he'd escaped Howe's guards. He'd kept the crest of his shield covered and let his hair fall louse from his tie. His beard had also grown out, though helpful in changing his appearance was more due to the lack of a shaving blade and spare time, the new growth made his face itch.

Making his way in to a small tavern with his trusted Mabari Fang, he ordered a glass of ale before sitting in the corner of the room, facing towards the door. He sat silently, mostly ignored by the locals that filled the other chairs and tables, and begun to listen to the talk the flitted through the room.

"That's funny business that, what happen up in Highever." Aeden ears pricked up at the sound of his home, shifting in his chair slightly he leaned heavily against the table, straining his ear to listen; Fan whined quietly as he sense his masters tension.

"Aye, I don't think I believe what they's saying bout the Teyrn, he fought those Orlesian bastards out with King Maric, I can't see him sellin' us out to them now."

Aeden's grip tightened on the mug of ale as he continued to listen. "Aye me too, but then there was all that happenin' up at the Palace a few days ago. They saying' the youngest Cousland cut her way through the palace, killed the Arl's son before ridin' off somewhere."

"I 'eard it was some elves that did that." A third voice join in on the discussion.

"What Jeven you drunkin' lout, how's a bunch of knife ears gonna cut down a bunch of guards?"

"Dunno, just tellin' ya what I 'eard."

The conversation changed topic and Aeden quickly lost interest. She must have escaped, he thought, where would she go? His brother Fergus and the King were at Ostagar, but it would have been safer to gain more support, report what had happened, before heading straight to the King.

Redcliffe, he thought, Arl Eamon was a good friend to his father and they had spent a few summers as the Arl's guest. He was also close to Ostagar, and had men he was more than likely sending to fight the darkspawn, it would be easy to get a message to his brother or the King.

Drinking down the rest of the bitter ale, he left the tavern to resupply his pack. He had managed to get a bed roll and tent from a traveling merchant, and some food, but it was quickly running low, and though Fang was good at hunting it was coming late in to the year, and it would soon become harder to hunt. Quickly gathering his supplies of food and health poultice he turned to leave the small village while it was still early in the afternoon. He walked until it became too dark to see the road clearly, after finding somewhere safe to bed down for the night he laid out his bed roll, too exhausted to set up his tent, he collapsed in to the soft roll as Fang stretched out beside him.

The next few days passed similarly, walking along the road from dawn until he could walk no more, barely stopping to eat. The road way had been quite, the occasional merchant and hired carriage went past, as well as a few riders, none of who could tell Aeden any more news than he already knew.

He had been traveling for nearly six days when they had found him, Howe's men; exhausted from the traveling. They fought the three guards pushing them back to give him enough distance to turn and head for the Bercilian forest.

As he and his hound crashed through the thick tree's he couldn't help but feel a sense of Déjà vu. He ran, jumping and ducking under branches and raised roots. The shouts of the guards could still be heard behind him, the blood pumped too loudly in his ears to tell if they were getting closer or not.

Suddenly the ground ahead of him seemed to stop as the sound of rushing water roared loudly through the forest. Skidding to a halt before he ran off the edge, he looked down at a deep streaming pool.

"We may have to jump boy," he looked down at Fang before looking behind him in time to see one of the soldiers raise his cross bow. The bolt hit him hard in his left should, pain seared through his body as the force of the impact sent him careening back, losing his footing on the crumbling edge. He felt his stomach lurch as gravity left him; he watched the cliff side pass in front of him as he fell. He heard a loud bark from above him, and knew it meant his hound had followed his descent.

He hit the water like a brick wall. It knocked the air from his lungs as he tried to grab hold of something with his outstretched arms. He was thankful again that he did not wear heavy armour. The lighter weight of his plated leather meant he would not sink like a stone straight away.

He felt the water move beside him when Fang landed in to the pool, he paddled toward Aeden slipping under his uninjured arm helping to keep him afloat at the current of the stream pulled them further in to the depths of the forest.

As I've said I've been a little bit busy and this weekend I'll be away and wont be back till Tuesday but I'll try and post on Wednesday as usual is i can. I done a little bit of rewriting with a few of the chapters, I expected to be introducing Dylan Amell in chapter 17 but it looks like it'll be a bit later than that, but fear not he shall show up soon! Thanks again for the reviews! Keep them coming so I know what I'm doing wrong/right lol