Chapter 2: Unforgettable

"Wait… now hold on just a minute, Duncan." Alistair interrupted as he looked confused by the story; Duncan looked over at the young recruit and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you telling me that, Necromancer was a slave before you found him?" - Alistair

"Yes" – Duncan

"So that explains why the boy is…the way he is" – Alistair

"Not exactly, he was born to see the world different from what we see it." – Duncan

"What do you mean?" – Alistair

"Necromancer was raised to see the threat as a game, Trained to know what is real and what is not. In other words, the boy was specially trained to murder whoever his master ordered him to kill." Duncan spoke with words from experience as he glanced over at his tent, knowing how the boy is even when asleep.

"So… If you ordered him to kill a darkspawn while he is asleep, he will obey without waking up or moving from his spot?" Alistair asked, a little nervous around the elf now that he understood half of what Duncan said.

"Yes… Without hesitation" Duncan answered with only one word before he took a moment to inhale and exhale heavily, he looked back at the fire and continued his story.

After a long night, Duncan woke up early morning to a feeling against his back and this warm feeling was surprising and yet he enjoyed it. Thinking it was a mabari that found him so he turned over to have a look when suddenly he got up fast and bolted out of his tent, grabbing his sword to defend himself from the strange thing.

Hair still a mess, Duncan rubbed the sleep from his eyes quick, still in shock when he glanced over and saw a little elf sleeping curled up in his bedroll. What the… was he following me? I didn't even hear him make noise and why follow me a lot of questions popped into the Warden's head as he kept his distant from the intruder.

The boy awoke from his sleep when he noticed he was now cold, not warm and this made him slowly sit up to look around. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his short hair messy when he glanced over at the man and smiled.

"Morning" the boy said cheerfully, stretching and wearing only a shirt he took from Duncan's bag that looked like a nightgown since he couldn't fit anything else.

"How did you find me? And why are you wearing my shirt?" Duncan questioned the boy, still keeping his guard up

"How? It was easy" the boy answered half of the man's question, still smiling when he crawled out of the tent. The shirt only reaching up to his knees as he walked over to the dying fire and kneeled by it

"Tell me how you found me and why you're here" Duncan raised his voice a little more, getting up to sheath his sword.

"Well since you're going to be such a grump about it, I sniffed you out like what a mabari would do when he is looking for his master." The boy acted cheeky but deep down, he hated himself for it as he continued. "I… I was also scared of the dark so instead of sleeping by the fire, I asked you if I could sleep in the tent with you… you said okay"

Duncan was surprised by the boy's story, I am ever getting deft or either this boy is telling the truth… he thought as he looked around to think for a moment.

"And why I am here… is because I didn't want to go back to the Tevinter mages." He muttered quietly, tears starting to form around his eyes, hugging his knees.

"Why? What did they do" Duncan asked, curious of the way the boy acted

"They did tests… horrible tests that made me this way. They shocked me if I made a mistake in training, burnt me when I said the wrong thing and made me sleep in the snow if I refused to eat..." the boy spoke calmly, shaking in his voice as he continued. "They would beat me for trying to escape a few times before and chained me like a dog…"

Duncan glanced at the boy's neck and noticed old scars with some new scars, which looked like he has been tied with a rope. "But that doesn't explain why you're here, besides being staying away from slavers"

The boy stared at the dying fire when his sad expression changed to a dark smirk and his eyes becoming narrow, "I founded it fun, like hunting prey but not to killing" the boy slowly looked over at Duncan and Smiled, His expression changing fast.

Duncan walked over to the boy, thinking of recruiting the elf and having him among the grey wardens would have a great advantage against the Darkspawn. His only worry was that the boy might not make it throw or he might go berserk on them, he had to find out more before deciding on what to do and this was not going to be an easy one.

After Duncan decided to travel with the elf, he had no idea how much he had to keep the boy under control when they made it to Denerim. The elf would be following right behind Duncan but being how he was, he would be pickpocketing nobles of their gold and expensive jewelry. Necromancer had no problem doing such things when suddenly he eyed the Chantry priestesses that stood outside; he stopped and listens to the chant of light for a moment before he scoffed at them.

"Chant your lies; you treat my kin just like the Tevinter mages… I won't listen and all will fall silent to your chants… you will see" Necromancer quietly muttered under his breath as he looked away and continued to follow Duncan, his ears began to ring from the loud sounds of the market place.

"Do not worry, we won't be here long. I just need to meet up with some people and after that, we can go get something to eat." Duncan said with a calm voice, hoping his companion would not go into a panic and run off.

"Yea, sure Duncan… Necromancer will be a good boy" saying it sarcastically, the boy followed the warden in silence.

They made their way to the tavern, on their way inside.

"Hey! That kid can't be in here" the bartender yelled, pointing at Necromancer

"How dare you accuse me of being a child, human! I am old enough to kick you're…"

"Enough! Necro, go sit over at the corner table and wait for me" Duncan ordered the elf, looking at him with disappointment

"It's Necromancer! You old man and fine" The elf was terrible at talking back but he did what he was told, Duncan was at least grateful for that and went to meet up with some old friends.

Necromancer sat at the table and crossed his arms, brooding but he could not help himself from glancing over and grinning at Duncan when the warden walked away.

"He has a nice walk though… to be honest" Necromancer grinned at himself more as he waited for Duncan to return.

"Yea, you heard me" Necromancer came crawling out of the tent, his hair messy as he looked over at the two men with a disapproving stare. Duncan looked over and knew the elf was listening to their talk when he turned his head away; Alistair looked at Necromancer with one raised eyebrow and wondered why he would say that.

"Duncan, you know very well that I do not like being talked about behind my back" Necromancer growled, angry that they dared to talk without him present as he got up and walked over to them. Placing his arm on Duncan's head and leans against him like a post, Alistair wrinkled his nose a little to the sight of the elf's action.

"I know and can you please move your arm" Duncan asked politely, not minding that Necromancer was leaning on him but he was annoyed that the elf chose to lean his arm on his head.

"No way, you enjoy it when I chose your head for a post. Besides it's my turn for lookout" the elf smiled and leaned over to give Duncan a cheeky grin, his eyes glowing like the mabaris as he moved his arm and pat Duncan on the head.

"You supposed to be a Grey Warden, act like one" Alistair interrupted them, not liking how the elf was acting around Duncan as he stood.

"Make me, I don't want to be broody and walk around preaching about how the Darkspawn are a threat" Necromancer stood up straight and looked at Alistair with a smile

"Grey Wardens do not brood and preach; they protect people from the danger" Alistair Protested, his hands curling into fists, not liking the elf's grin.

"Oh get off your high horse, Duncan knows I am different from others and I do my job rather you like it or not!" Necromancer hissed but kept his cheeky side up, not giving a damn if Duncan was looking at him or not.

"I am not on my high horse!" – Alistair

"Well it certainly looks that way" – Necromancer

"Do you even give a damn about the innocence that was killed by the Darkspawn!" – Alistair

"No! I only care about getting my job done! I don't cry to every fallen person I see, not like you!" – Necromancer

"Would you care if it was Duncan that gets hurt or worse" Alistair argued and so deep in his anger, he realized what he just said. Duncan looked at Alistair and slowly stood up, not approving of his poor choice of words and walked over to Alistair when he got ready to scold him.

"Don't you dare bring Duncan into this! You started a fight, your ending it, one way or another" Necromancer became furious with Alistair now, this new recruit thinks he can hide behind Duncan and use him as a shield! Let's he fights Necromancer growled low and deep, making sure everyone heard it and his eyes were locked on his prey.

"Necromancer! That is enough!" Duncan tried his best to remain calm and keep the Elf from bursting into rage but he saw the boy was not listening, this might turn into a blood bath and Alistair had no chance of winning against a Berserker.

Note from writer: I would like to say that I am happy to see readers enjoying my story but I am also sad that I had no replies on it. I would like to know if you readers would want this story to have a little a little romance in it, or something you would like to see what happens. so please leave a message or comment and I will see what I can do to make my readers happy