Dreaming of reality chapter 3

I watched their faces twist in worry. Somewhere far in the back of my head I heard the sound of sirens. I shook my head clear.

"For the love of Andraste, Please tell me you're joking, Hawke." The man with the long hair reached out his hand to my shoulder but I quickly backed away.

"Why on God's earth would I be joking?" my voice sounded foreign.

Confusion spread across their face as the words left my lips.

"shit." The man with long hair shook his head as more curse words flowed out. He paced back and forth trying to get his thoughts straight. Meanwhile I just stood there, naked.

"Excuse me." Both men halted their thoughts. "Perhaps I might be able to put on something more …. Appropriate while we figure what the hell is going on?"

I watched as they blushed again and hastily nodded as they left the room, mentioning that they would wait by the fire place.

Fireplace?

Closing the door, I went through every thought I could remember before waking up here.

I was walking down the path. Trying to relieve the stupid dream from earlier.

I walked to the bureau and opened the doors and I was immediately engulfed in the most beautiful clothing I could ever imagine. Running my fingers down each length I closed my eyes and just took in all the fabric.

Curious, I moved to the bottom drawer. Slowly I opened it and gasped at what I found.

Gauntlets and armor fit for any archer. I ran my fingers over the rough leather exterior amazed by the wear and tear it had.

The blades cut deep into the leather, nothing that couldn't be fixed later. She moved like a cobra, moving and slicing the darkspawn as if they were nothing more than spiders out in the wilds.

I blinked back into reality. Or at least right now it felt like reality.

Looking back at the armor I gave a heavy sigh , removed it from the drawer and began placing it on over the under clothing I had found. As I fastened each belt, I felt a sense of belonging settle in with each piece. A sense of comfort.

Content with how it all fit, I moved to the mirror. The red armor covered every crevasse from my shoulders to my feet, hugging me in places normal armor wouldn't hug. Moving my arms, the flexibility and lack of weight surprised me. This armor was made for someone with stealth and agility.

Certainly it couldn't be mine.

"But for now it will have to do." I stated to my reflection.

I moved to the door quickly, my footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath my boots. Curiosity was getting the better of me. This dream has gone so far, how could I not ride with it?

I was determined to find out all I could before I could wake up.

Sebastian and Anders sat waiting by the fire. Both had their theories about what could have happened to Hawke. But none of them stuck in Sebastian head for too long.

Perhaps he had been imagining it but ….

"Hawke." Anders voice brought him out of his thoughts. Looking to the stairs, he saw Lealia slowly descending the stairs, dressed fully in her custom made armor. He watched as her eyes darted over every inch of the manor, trying to remember. But he doubts she did.

Slowly she made her way to their spot by the fire, her eyes glowing with unseen curiosity.

"What is this place?" she asked, her Fereldan accent more pronounced then it had been over the last few years.

Anders turned to Sebastian. "You deal with this. I'm going to go see if I can get someone or something to help with," he turned back and look at Lealia "Whatever she's going through." He rose and left out the door. Sebastian glared. Anders was treating this as if it was nothing.

He sighed.

"Is something wrong?" Lealia stared right at him, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn't place.

He smiled and shook his head. "Nothing you need to worry yourself with, trust me." He rose from his seat and walked to the middle of the room. "This is the Amell estate." He said turning back to her hoping it would trigger something in her memory.

"Amell?" she crossed her arms and a sad expression filled her features.

"Your mother. This was her childhood home."

"Mother…" she turned back to the fire. "She's dead."

Sebastian stepped back somewhat shocked. "You remember, then?"

She shook her head. "My memories are not ones to be shared. At least not until I fully understand what's going on." She walked to the corner of the room and begin moving in a circle, examining each corner, each piece of art, whatever the room held she marveled at it as if it the most foreign thing she has ever seen and watching this fascinated him. Never had he seen her so focused and subdued. Yes she was like that in battle but to see her so calm on a normal day… it intrigued him.

Stopping, he watched as she found her blades. She ran her fingers down the edges, fascinated by the magic that was etched within.

"Would you like to go out to the field? I'm sure you're more than capable enough to practice."

She turned to him with a smile on her face. The first smile she's had since she's awakened. It made Sebastian's heart race.

"Yes."

A/N another short chapter to set the tone for the next one. im trying to get it so that we have a good feel for lealia and what she expects sooo if you expect something let me know. ideas and thoughts are always always welcomed! R&R chapter 4 is sure to be good...hopefully lol. 3