Chapter 4: DarkSpawn!

The forest was silent of singing birds and sky was covered in dark clouds, only the cool breeze blowing through the trees as Necromancer got on one knee and grabbed a hand full of dirt. Sniffing it carefully and checking for any sign of life, he only got a disgusting scent he never smelt before and it was near. Duncan had his eyes closed for a moment to sense for any DarkSpawn when he heard the elf run off into the forest, the warden opened his eyes and followed.

"I have their scent! I know where to find them" Necromancer alerted the warden as he ran across the trees and jumped over logs, his mind set on finding out what this scent was when he heard Duncan falling behind a little.

"Necromancer slow down! I know what creature you are talking about and they will attack on sight" Duncan tried to warn him but the elf was too far ahead, he needed to find a shortcut and fast before anything happens to him. So Duncan bolted to his left past a few trees and went around, hoping to cut him off.

Necromancer, you are trained like a Mabari. You must find the target and kill them before they kill you or the person you're traveling with, no matter the cost the elf remembered his old master's teachings, he had to remain in control of his rage until the very last moment before the enemy strikes first. Kill or be killed! He repeated in his mind over and over as he kept running, remembering to breathe at the same time when he jumped over another log and pulled out his two swords to prepare himself for any surprise attacks. Listening for any on coming arrows, keeping his senses open for the same scent and his mind locked on the target though he forgot that he felt Duncan behind.

Appearing upon an opening field he stopped to take a breather, Necromancer saw a small group of Darkspawn killing some travelers and their horse, he snapped to the sight of fresh blood and he just wanted to see more. The elf growled loudly as he gripped his swords and started running down the small hill towards the Darkspawn, one of the creature's saw him first as it pointed its sword towards him and roared to alert the others of the oncoming attack.

The group of Darkspawn charged at the elf, Necromancer charged at them with his blades ready for the kill. He was scared but he did not let the fear hold him back when he jumped up and released his rage upon them when he landed in front of one darkspawn, slashing left from right and stabbing the beast before the others could land a strike on him. The taller and more armored darkspawn swung its two-handed axe straight down, aiming for the elf's head when Necromancer dodged and slid his right sword across the beast's belly. Making blood and guts spill out when it took two steps back and fell down, the others charged with their weapons as well to kill the little elf.

Not far from them, Duncan came out of the woods and saw the group of darkspawn along with Necromancer fighting with them. He had to be quick before they decided to attack all at once; Duncan quickly pulled out his sword and ran for the battle while Necromancer continued to fight the beasts off. The rogue elf was ready to release his full anger when suddenly rain started to pour down on them, making things much harder for the elf to move and dodge the attacks. The warden managed to attack one of the darkspawn before more came to fight him, cutting down two of the creatures while the elf fought off the rest.

"When you are going to attack the enemy, strike where they least expect it and then go for either their stomach or throat." The Mage would walk from onside of the target dummy to the other, his cold green eyes fixed on the young collared elf boy. "And if they are fully armored and you can't get to their open areas, distract them with your false attack by going either left or right and aim for their neck. That is where you will be able to cut off their head" The Mage would walk up to the boy and grip his chin, forcing him to look up. The boy only looked at the man with blunt weak eyes, "I understand, sir." the boy muttered softly, not caring if he was beaten again.

Necromancer remembered all his lessons and beatings he received from his masters, he used those lessons to keep himself from getting killed and used the beatings as fuel for his rage. He is not ready to have his life ended by a monster, not like this when the elf swung his swords left to right when he had the chance and with a glance. He saw Duncan fighting as well with such grace; he looked like he was dancing as the two fought to survive the enemy attack.

"Hey Duncan! Not bad for a warden" Necromancer teased while blocking one of the darkspawn's blows with its two-handed sword

"Not now, Elf! We are going to have a little talk after this!" Duncan refused to smirk at the man as he dueled with two darkspawns, Necromancer felt offended but he knew what the talk was going to be about.

"Yes, Sir!" The elf took a moment to salute Duncan before pouncing on a Hurlock and used his two swords to slice off the beast's head; he knew he had to fight to live but something deep down inside him wanted more. It called to him like a sweet innocent melody but only this melody is dark and blood lusting for more, it ringed in his ears so loudly and clear that Necromancer had to fight it.

"Get out of my head!" Necromancer screamed in anger, his fighting becoming reckless as he attacked the darkspawn. His eye visions were starting to become blood red when he cut down another darkspawn, baring his teeth like a mad dog lusting for more blood. Being consumed in blind rage and hatred, the elf was now attacking faster and stronger but his mind was in a blank from rage when he came face to face with another Hurlock. The darkspawn made a deep growl at the elf as it stood straight up; lowering its weapon at it looked at the little elf.

Duncan killed enough darksawn to catch a sight of Necromancer facing the beast but none of them attacked each other, the warden braced his weapon and was ready to attack when suddenly, he heard Necromancer speaking to it.

"What do you want, Hurlock" The sound in Necromancer was not normal, it sounded it another was speaking through him with a hissing to it.

"Join us, beast born. I can smell it in you, you are no ordinary elf/dwarf and with you on our side. Our Lord will be pleased to have you" The Hurlock spoke in its language that Duncan could not understand but he had a bad feeling about it, Necromancer only grinned and walked closer to the darkspawn and readied his weapons.

"I would love to join but frankly, I am taken. So sorry" and with that, the raged elf sliced off at the darkspwn's head before it could block. He stood up straight and sheathed his weapons as he stared down at the dead creature with cold red eyes, watching blood flow from its lifeless body and made a wicked smirk.

Duncan slowly walked towards the man, keeping his weapon ready just in case as he saw the wicked smirk and hoped for the better. "Necromancer, are you alright?" he asked with concern of the elf when he noticed the red eyes slowly fading back to normal.

Necromancer's expression soon faded to a sorrowful look as he glanced at the warden, "let's move, now!" he turned away and sheathed his weapons as he started to walk back to the road they were on before he ran off. The tone in his voice seemed cold and empty like he was a whole new person, this made Duncan put aside his feelings when he sheathed his sword and marched up behind the elf.

Duncan grabbed the young man by the shoulder and turned him fast to face him, the warden narrowed his eyes when he decided to question the elf. "I am a warden and I plan to make you one as well, if we are going to work together. Tell me the truth of how you became a berserker and how you can understand darkspawn!" Duncan demanded when he grabbed both of the elf's shoulders so he couldn't avoid his stern gaze.

Necromancer glared at Duncan, not liking how he was being treated like a child that stole a cookie and got caught. "It's none of your damn business, Duncan! Lay off or I will make you" he threaten the warden, his voice angered but the older man was not going to take it, he had to know.

"It is my business to know such things! Now tell me" Duncan raised his voice a bit when he demanded an answer

"I will never tell you!" Necromancer protested when he raised his voice, pushing away the warden's arms and turned to leave when Duncan grabbed his wrists and put him into an arm lock, pulling so it could bring a bit of pain to the elf.

"What the fuck! Let go of me!" Necromancer demanded, struggling to break free from the hold

"Now tell me! I will break your arm rather you like it or not!" Duncan kept his voice strong, knowing deep down he didn't want to hurt him

"You bastard! I will yell if you don't let go!" Necromancer raised his voice, still struggling to break free when he felt the man's leg twist around his and now held him in a funny, painful position with his body leaned over a little.

"Go ahead, no one will hear you anyway" Duncan hissed in the man's ear, daring him to do it

Before Necromancer could give in, he forced himself forward and made Duncan pull back when a loud snap was heard. The elf screamed in agenizing pain when he stumbled forward onto his knees with both arms hanging limp, he heavily panted to hold back the pain he felt shook his whole body.

Duncan looked at him in shock; he could not believe Necromancer did that in order to escape his hold. "Why did… you do that?" lost with words, the warden still could not bring himself to understand the elf.

Necromancer only glared at Duncan, not wanting to talk as he slowly stood up and turned his back to the warden. "Let's go…" and with nothing else to say, he walked past his two favorite daggers and left them behind since he could not move his arms.

I must keep moving or he will hound me about… my secrets, as long as we stay away from the Dalish and Tevinter mages.

"Necromancer, you naughty boy" A familiar voice was heard when the elf and Duncan turned to look when the elf gasped in fear, twelve mages came out of the woods with mercenaries. One of the mages among them looked to be the same age as Duncan but with grey hair.

"I see you found yourself a new master, I bet it was hard to gain loyalty from a grey warden" the tevinter mage said sarcastically, looking at the elf with a smirk

"You think the grey wardens would show pity on an elf like me, I doubt it" Necromancer hissed a bit, keeping himself calm. Duncan glanced at Necromancer in worry and hoped that the man would not burst in rage.

"Well, this warden seems to have took "pity" on you and since… you know, you're a slave and have talent" – the mage spoke in a sarcastic tone

The elf was about to attack when Duncan stood in front of him and stopped the man from doing more harm to himself, he glared at the mages. "What do you want with my recruit" Duncan raised his voice but remained calm; he stayed alert just in case.

"I want what you stole!"

"I am not your slave! I killed my master and you blood mages won't keep me!" Necromancer yelled in rage, his hate for the slavers began to grow more when he swung his arm and popped it back in place. The pain was nothing compared to the rage he had inside, Necromancer growled like a mad dog when the mage leader laughed at him.

"Oh I know you killed him, but you know well enough that you are worth the trouble. You killed many in your past…" The Blood Mage took one step closer as he held his right hand out to the elf, his voice and actions were calm and Necromancer found it a bit comfortable since he was familiar with how the mages treated him.

"Come home and we can start over again, you obey us and we will treat you like an equal with no collar or shackles. You will be fed well and you can do what you wish…only if you listen to our command" A young naive mage boy would try to convince the elf as he watched carefully, the leader glared at the boy when he disapproved of the offer.

"Necromancer…" Duncan turned to face the young man in worry but did not show it, "If you go with them, you will be nothing but a slave again and you will not become a Grey Warden." The warden tried to convince the elf by giving him a choice.

"I know..." Necromancer quietly whispered to Duncan when he gently pushed the man aside and slowly walked over to the mage leader with his head down, his shoulders shacking a bit as he waited quietly.

Note: what do you think so far? is the story good or do I have to fix a few things