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Chapter 4

Deep in the forest of the Isle of Faces, the Red Emerald Dragon, who was better know as The Champion of Kirkwall, sat near the small river, beaming contentedly at the smell of cooked fish before her. Hawke sniffed the air, moaning with joy at her food she was getting ready to eat. It took time for her to get used to her new body. The half-dragon, half-human type of body she now maintained.

But Hawke was resourceful. She adapted to the new conditions set for her. Hawke trained her magic more, and now that she could change her form at will. There was nothing else for her to worry about. Besides, the Champion of Kirkwall liked her new body. Hawke was sexier than before, and she was not hiding it. Her curves, his breast, and skin. All of it was unnaturally attractive.

Yet, even though she loved her new form. There was sadness in everything. Hawke would often spend time looking at the sky and unfamiliar stars. Wondering how her family and friends were doing. If they were safe. Was Corypheous defeated? Was the war over? Those questions were there, in her mind. Hawke feared for what the answer could be.

She believed, gods, she wanted to have faith. That everyone was safe.

Still, the only thing she could do now was to implore.

Hawke sighed and again pinched her cheeks. "Sadness away!" She exclaimed.

The red-haired dragon lady took the fish she has been preparing for a while now. Eating would make her feel better. It always does. So, giving one last look at the fish, she took a bite. "Mm, it's good!" Hawke said, savoring the food. It's been such a long time since the last time she ate something. Hawke couldn't remember when it was the last piece of meat she ate. The sip of ale or wine. She couldn't even remember the flavor of chocolate. But now, after so long. Food was filling her stomach. Or so she thought.

Hawke chewed the fish easily, even the bones. It was all thanks to her new set of teeth. They were strong and bigger. The canines were the sharper ones. Ripping the flesh of the fish with no mercy. Yet, no matter how many fishes Hawke ate, it didn't satisfy her. It tasted good enough, yes, but there was no true content when she swallowed. As if the food vanished, the moment she gulped.

Bite after bite, fish after fish. It was the same result.

Hawke groaned in desperation. "What it's the point of eating, if I can't feel full?!" She said frustrated.

However, it didn't stop Hawke; she continues eating her heart out. At the very least, she could taste it. It was the only good thing about all that.

"At least, I won't get fat," she sobbed with a fish on her mouth.

Hawke took a mouthful of fish when she was in her dragon form. She won't need to do it again for a while. And now that she could use magic on her human form. Hawke leaned to breathe fire in her human form. She thought it was neat, creating a rather big campfire using her dragon breath. And all the fish were there, roasting. Hawke would eat all of it. There was no point in letting it go to waste regardless if she could never feel filled.

So with a loud sigh, Hawke ate every fish.

That was until a crazy idea came to her mind. She stared at the pile of raw fish, thinking about what if?

"Maker's breath, what I am thinking about?" Hawke thought, groaning.

For whatever reason, the thought of eating raw fish came to her. Perhaps it would taste different since she was no longer human. Maybe it would be good. Who knows? Right?

Hawke picked up a raw fish and glared at it. The fish, although dead, gawked back. Both fish and dragon lady glared at each other. The Champion of Kirkwall could almost hear a faint voice coming from the fish.

You don't have the guts!

Hawke growled, showing her teeth like an angry dog.

"Who do you think you are?! I am the Champion of Kirkwall! I stopped a Qunari invasion! Destroyer of High Dragons, Darkspawn, blood mages and Templars! The sexiest red-haired mage in Kirkwall!" Hawke yelled back, showing how much the isolation she suffered in the Fade has affected her.

You ain't nothing but dragon chick, scary of this fish fingers!

Hawke gasped hearing those words. She was angry now, and without waiting for more. She ate the fish raw. The blood, the meat, the scales, the bones, everything. Hawke's teeth were not having any problem to devour it all. For a moment, Hawke thought she would gag at the feeling of raw fish in her mouth. But it never happened.

She was enjoying it. As disgusting as it may sound. Hawke liked the flavor of raw fish.

The soft meat, the blood, and organs, everything was delicious. Even more than the ones she swallowed before. Then she was feeling better. The feeling of satisfaction came, Hawke was yet to feel any type of food going to her stomach, but there was a relaxing aspect of eating things raw, she couldn't explain. The pile of fish became smaller as Hawke was eating it all. A personal vendetta of sorts. Leaving nothing behind, only bones.

After taking care of her food, Hawke sprawled herself on the ground, letting an enormous sigh of satisfaction. Her long tail was no longer a nuisance for her, in fact, it acted as a big soft pillow for Hawke. Whenever Hawke wanted to sleep, she would go into a fetal position while hugging her big tail just to sleep comfortably.

The more Hawke was in her new body. The more natural she felt. Now she couldn't care less if she was almost naked. It felt normal for her. She stole some clothes from the nearby towns quietly, a few days ago, and when she put them on. Hawke felt too restricted on them. And she truly tried to get used to them. But it was hopeless. Clothes were no longer required for her.

For whatever reason, clothes made Hawke comfortless.

So Hawke decided to just deal with it. It didn't matter truly; she resigned to live her life as a hot semi-naked dragon lady. Well, Hawke could change her scales to cover her entire body, like some kind of dragonic armor. A truly badass dragonic armor. The red scales would hide her skin entirely, her shoulders, everything. Hawke could even create a special helmet with her magic. It was so amazing what could she do now with her body.

But it would require concentration to keep the form. Like holding up a magic shield of sorts. Hawke theorized it would only take time for her to get better at it. Maybe she could keep it up forever. For now, she could only practice more with it.

"Well, what to do… What should I do?" Hawke thought with a sigh.

Hawke rolled on the ground from one side to the next. It's been weeks since her last big excursion to the outside world. Most of the time she stayed on the island to practice her magic.

It was clear she needed a map still, the magic of the world, and how it affected her was second. Then there were those cute children and their magic. She was still unsure if they could do magic, she would have to wait to see.

"Mm, whatever, I should just keep exploring. Perhaps if I'm lucky, I will ask for a map or something somewhere. Maybe I could go back to that big stinky city and ask for a map… Mm, decisions," Hawke said out loud.

"Perhaps, now those charming ladies would tell me more about this world, if I ask nicely," Hawke said, grinning from ear to ear. But it was an empty joke since she truly felt alone. Hawke, with that in mind, stood up.

"I will take a small nap, then I will travel more!" Hawke exclaimed as she went to her little house.

Hawke as a whole changed more and more. She was slowly, truly becoming a dragon. However, she was not truly feeling the shift in her mind, or persona. Not yet, at least. If she wanted to sleep, she would need to find the perfect position and place for it. It had to be a dark place, with no light at all. Then she needed to use her fire to burn her surroundings. Especially the place she wanted to sleep. The hotter the rock, the soil, the better for her.

That's why she looked for a cave or something, and it took time for her to find it. But she eventually did. It was a small cave, just a few meters away from the waterfall. Hawke changed to her dragon form to dig a bigger cave. Using her long fingernails, it took a few hours for her to dig up a tunnel of sorts. Then, she used fire to burn the insides of the cave. Hawke didn't stop until everything was black and scorched. Then she crushed the stones, making some kind of powder. And deep in the cave, far away from the light of civilization. She made her bed of burning rocks and ashes.

It was so comfortable. The ashes on her skin felt like soft cotton. The smell of burning ember, of sulfur, and the melted rock was a soft place for Hawke to sleep.

Hawke, the dragon lady, entered her home, her cave and in the dark, the only thing visible was her bright green eyes surrounding her dragon-like pupils.

She approached the deepest part of the cave where on top of an enormous half-melted boulder; she made her bed. Hawke already used to breathe fire in her human form, scorch her surroundings a little, just enough to make her feel warm. Yet, for a normal person, a human. Such a place was like the insides of a volcano. Hawke smiled as she laid on top of the burning embers.

"Mm, so comfy~" Hawke whispered while hugging her long dragonic tail. It only took a few minutes before she fell asleep.

Near Lake Town, a short man with squat and enormous hands, a thick chest, and an enormous belly stood proudly, wearing a big grin on his face. Behind him, a group of young boys and some sellswords looked anything but pleased to be there. There was the fact that few people liked to be near the Red Emerald Dragon home. No matter how popular the towns around the Isle of Faces had become, some people would rather keep their distances away.

But not him. No Marwyn the Mage.

When the obsidian candles in the Citadel went on in flames, Marwyn became the first Archmaester to witness the return of magic in hundreds of years. Much to the disdain of his fellow maesters. Many of them thought it was an isolated incident, that it could be many things, but magic was the last thing on the list. That was until they learned about a dragon arriving at Harrenhal.

About a beast long thought gone from the world. Extinct like all the Targaryen's dragons. They couldn't believe it. Especially when such a monster, as the maesters called it. Killed the king with magic and spoke in words never heard before.

Any rational man would ignore such fallacy, such a lie. But the evidence was there. And it took place before every single lord and lady in Westeros. Before the prince and the royal family. From common folk to the high nobles. How could they ignore such evidence? Especially when said dragon flew all over Westeros.

So, with heavy hearts, the Archmaester proclaimed the return of Dragons to the world. Although it was only one, for now.

Then after that, it began a discussion about what should they do about it. Some argue about killing the dragon since they thought that, if the prince or any of the Targaryen children tame the beat, it would be a death sentence for Westeros. Many of them wanted to avoid another Maegor, the cruel riding a dragon or another Dance of Dragons in modern times. They push that idea away since a beat of that size was impossible to kill with traditional ways. Scorpions were hard to move around, and it was difficult to aim. The Dornish may have an idea or two about building them and using them, since they were the only ones in modern times to kill a dragon.

But the difference between Meraxes and the Red Emerald Dragon was day and night.

From what the skeletons of Balerion the Black Dread could tell them, the dragon was around 100 meters or 110 meters long. Perhaps slightly bigger. Making it the biggest dragon in recorded history. That was until the Red Emerald Dragon appeared. From the recollections at Harrenhal and the newest ones across Westeros. The dragon was around 130 meters long, some others claimed it to be 150 meters long. And when it was standing on its legs, it was 50 meters tall. The Archmaester couldn't decide how big were the wings. But what they could agree on was that it was the biggest living creature today.

They would not take such a monster out by using some scorpions. If anything, it would only enrage the creature and that was something they wanted to avoid.

The citadel was a place where learning was everything. To find the answers to every question. So the Archmaester investigated any parchment, book, or anecdotes they could find about dragons, old Valyria, and magic. Days after days, going through any type of knowledge regarding the dragons of old. But luck was not on their side. And for a time the maester thought it was a waste of time. That was until they hear the shocking news from the king's Landing.

The Red Emerald Dragon flew over the capital, wreaking havoc on the poor inhabitant of the city. But just as King Rhaegar told everyone before. The dragon won't harm anyone, unprovoked. Yet, the dragon was searching for something or someone. It was until the dragon stormed the Red Keep that everyone finally understood what the dragon was looking for. The dragon was seeking young little princess Rhaenys. For many of the Seven Kingdoms, it was clear evidence that the young princess was the master of the dragon. Or at least, that's what everyone thought.

That would be the most impacting news so far if they were dealing with a normal dragon. But it was on that day, they realized it was not the case.

The dragon transformed itself from a gigantic flying beast into a red-haired woman with a long tail and horns. Shocking every single person in front of her. Especially when the dragon lady spoke in common words. It was hard to even try to think about. Such nonsense, impossible, completely absurd. But once again, the evidence was there. Grand Maester Pycelle wrote himself what he witnessed that day.

As a man with years of service in the small council, and someone who believed not in the supernatural. The conclave of Archmaester believed his words. Besides, they also knew it that Tywin Lannister was asking, or better yet ordering, if they knew anything about such a thing. Making the entire ordeal more believable. Everyone knew that the Great Lion of the Rock was not someone to make a fool of himself. If he says such an event was true, then it was.

For the first time in history, the Citadel Conclave was speechless. Whatever they knew or didn't, mattered not.

They brought such existence to question. What it was? A god? A witch? Something else? Those were the questions.

And they needed answers since the King himself sent a letter not too long ago. For them to send one Archmaester to the Isle of Faces, to contact the dragon lady peacefully. King Rhaegar wanted to do it himself, but his people and wife trapped him in King's Landing. It seemed as if the words of the dragon weren't enough.

Whatever was the case, they needed to do it.

However, only one Archmaester volunteered to do the task. Marwyn the Mage. Since he was the only one willing to risk his life, the Conclave agreed, not before seeding with him. Two young acolytes. One with a chain of black iron, signifying ravenry, and the other young one with a chain of bronze, signifying history.

The Archmaester would contact the dragon and peacefully interact with it. The other two would be there to record what happens, and the other to report back to King's Landing, to the Gran Maester and the Citadel. They needed to know more about her.

For Marwyn, the moment to learn more about magic was at hand. A once in a lifetime moment.

"Here we are… See there? That's where the dragon it's waiting for us!" Marwyn whispered.

The sellsword looked at each other, not happy at all.

"Look old fuck, we brought you here only. We ain't going no further, understand? You can swim there for all I care, but you better pay us now," the sellsword said.

Marwyn sneered at him, pulling a small bag of gold coins. He gave it away to the sellswords, who happily took it.

"Good fucking luck with whatever you wanted to do there."

"Let's get out of here, before we burn. I would rather have a nice whore for tonight. It's been a long day." the sellswords left them.

The two young acolytes were apprehensive about all of this. Still, they were excited about it. A bizarre combination for sure.

"Fast, let's get the things on the boat."

Marwyn helped the two young boys to get all the useless stuff to the boat. Books, parchment, some other utilities, and some ravens. It took more time to get things in the boat, Marwyn had no patient but he needed those two useless boys for what was coming. As long as they do their job, he couldn't care less what happened to them.

"Hurry, boy! We don't have time to lose! Keep your hand firm, and row," Marwyn said, with a hissing tone.

"We are trying! It's hard!" One of them, who had a small nose, messy brown hair, and brown eyes said.

"Keep going, or we are going in circles," the other with messy blond hair, more freckles than the skin, and green eyes replied.

Marwyn growled, looking at the bastard and the son of a whore. "Keep at it!" Marwyn exclaimed.

It took more than an hour to reach the Isle of Faces, but when they finally arrived. They could smell things, burned things. There was a heavy mist around the place too. And in the night it was even more terrifying. Especially for the two young boys.

Marwyn exhaled deeply. "This is the smell of magic," he said with a smile.

"Prepare the things, I will explore," Marwyn said.

"Are you sure, archmaester?" the dirty blonde one asked, with a worried tone.

"Yes, stay here, and tried to start a fire or something. Try to be careful to not make it to bright. You make wake it up," Marwyn left with a smile on his face.

Marwyn walked through the darkness and fog. For him, such an environment was just an annoyance, and nothing more than that. The Isle of Faces was not a big place to get lost, so he was not worried about that. Yet, it took time for him to find any trail of the dragon. He was thinking about going back to the shore and wait for the morning light. Until he found it. The long trail of broken trees and crushed rocks. With a smile, he followed it with no hesitation. And after a few a minutes moving in the darkness. He reached a clearing, where a river and small waterfall showed the secret beauty of such a place.

Marwyn looked around, regretting the fact his torch was not bright enough to illuminate the place. But for what he could see. The dragon made a huge bonfire. Fishbones were all over the place.

He walked more, and then he saw it. The entrance of a cave. Marwyn, excited by his finding, walked to it but came to a sudden stop. When he felt the heat coming from it. It was enough to make stone crack. To melted. Marwyn couldn't approach it further. It was suffocating.

"Just like a volcano... Interesting."

Marwyn realized it would be impossible to enter such a place as it was now. So with a disappointing sigh, he left the place. But not before making a mart on the wall near the cave entrance.

"Tomorrow then," he said while walking away.

Whatever could happen in the morning, he would be surely an experience he should never forget.

Hawke felt like failing. No, floating would be a better word. Drifting away, a feeling she could recognize well enough. An old feeling of remembrance. She was dreaming, just like before. But all of that made Hawke afraid. The last thing she wanted was to wake up in the fade again. It was not something she wanted. Yet, she opened her eyes warily, bracing herself for any intrusion from demons or whatever the strange world she arrived in had.

Hawke founded nothing but snow. And an enormous wall made of ice. The champion of Kirkwall has seen nothing like it. Maybe the walls of Weisshaup and Hossberg could compete with it. But it was truly a sight. She could sense magic in those walls, it was fading away, but it was there. Like a heartbeat, incrusted there. Fighting for each pulse. Hawke then felt as if something was watching her.

Raising her shields, she turned around, but only endless snow stared back at her. Hawke didn't like it. She could feel her body freezing, but strangely enough, she was not cold. It didn't bother her.

"So weird," Hawke whispered.

Then in the distance, Hawke could hear faints sounds of help. A small voice, calling for her. Hawke stared upon the white abyss of endless winter. Trying to hear what those voices were saying. But to no avail. There was something out there, and it was trying to reach her. Normally, she could run the other way, but now, for some strange reason. Hawke was sure they were no demons. Call her crazy, but she was good at identifying demons now.

The more she walked through the snow and strong winds of winter. The more she realized something was trying to push her away. Such a winter storm would cause problems for a normal human. But she was no longer that. The freezing temperatures were nothing but a nuisance for her. The magic in her body was stronger than anything in that world. So Hawke continues walked until she saw a forest. A dead forest buried with ice and snow.

Step by step, Hawke made her way through the chilly forest. She could taste magic in the air, it was old but bitter. It was the same feeling Hawke got when blood magic was present. Something corrupted it like something angry and old kept pushing it to the edge of madness and death.

"I don't like this…" Hawke whispered.

The forest was not welcoming her, whatever spirits were there. They wanted her gone. Still, Hawke wasn't to obey them. She was an annoying person when she wanted to learn something. So she kept on walking until she reached a small clearing. Corpses were lying on the ground, forming a strange circle.

"Mm, this… It's not a good sign. Blood magic? Necromancy? Interesting," Hawke said while inspecting the circle.

The dead bodies, the mutilation of the human remains, were of no concern to Hawke, as the snow fell on her shoulders. Ignoring the whispers of ancient ghosts telling her to go away.

Hawke knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't help to feel anger. Cold fury.

A loud wail of sorrow ripped Hawke's ears. Blue eyes, dead eyes. Hawke saw it, far away, shadows staring directly at her. A human would scream in fear. But not Hawke. Those things weren't the scariest thing, the Champion of Kirkwall has seen in her life. Not by a long shot. But it brought concern to her.

Were they demons? Or Darkspawn? Or something else?

Hawke then felt as if something was waking her up. It was a feeling of someone getting close to her home. An instinct of sorts. So, making a metal not to keep an eye on those monsters. She woke up from her slumber. Getting ready to face whatever was coming to her.

As she was waking up, Hawke noticed how different the cave looked.

"Ah, shit… Ice, I should have known better. I need to control my magic better," Hawke groaned as ice and snow surrounded her.

Thankfully, it didn't bother her, although Hawke preferred the feeling of burning rocks and fire on her skin. Then she heard a voice from the distance. From the cave entrance.

"Ice? Why there is ice here?" The voice sounded childlike. From a young boy, still approaching adulthood.

"Silence, we don't know where the dragon is. You follow my instruction, and you will be alright. We are making history today. Let me do the talking," Hawke raised her eyebrows at that. It seems they wanted to speak with her. Good, she didn't want to kill anyone today.

Yet, Hawke used her magic to bring her dragonic armor up. To cover her body, just in case something happened.

Marwyn and the two young acolytes stood outside of the cave, watching in amazement the ice and cold emanating from it. Just yesterday, Marwyn felt hell on earth as he approached the cave. The unmistaken sensation of fire burning through the stone was difficult to forget. But now? The cave was anything but cold and chilly. A piece of winter lay inside the cave for whatever reason.

"Stay close and don't move, abruptly," Marwyn ordered, as the small group entered the cave.

It was colder than he thought. It reminded him of the Wall. Where winter never ends. However, it won't stop him. He had a mission in his mind. And he won't deter from it.

The three men walked, making sure to not make too much sound. Marwyn inspected the tunnel, the dragon cleared made for her. He could see marks on the wall where the gigantic nails were paintings for all to see. The torches on their hands were slowly losing effectiveness, and no light from the sun made it there. They were almost blind.

"I can't see shit," the blonde-haired acolyte whispered.

"It's so cold," the other one said.

"Silence!" Marwyn hissed.

"How do we even know if the dragon is here?"

"Perhaps… It's not here? Or sleeping? Do dragon sleep?" Marwyn was about to reply, but then, they all felt a presence looking down on them. The only thing they could see in the dark were those deep bright green eyes. They looked like they were on fire. Like Wildfire, but more powerful and dangerous.

"Hold there…" the voice of a female froze them in their place. Those green eyes in the dark piercing their souls.

"To clarify the kid… I'm not a thing, and I sleep too, but you interrupted my slumber. So be careful about what are you going to say next," she said, putting on the edge the three men. Marwyn glared at the acolytes to be silent.

"We apologize for interrupting your sleep. We did not intend to disturb you," Marwyn said.

"And what is your intention? You came to my home, you must want for something," the dark figure said.

"We came here from the Citadel. Ordered by the King Rhaegar to contact you peacefully. We are not here to cause troubles, or to disrespect you. We just wanted to learn more about you, mighty one," Marwyn said with bowing to her.

Behind the veil of darkness, Hawke looked baffled by how the hairy man called her. The mighty one, she shuddered thinking of such a name. Yet, there was the whole Citadel thing, and how they were here to contact her. It was a good thing to hear since it would allow her to learn more about the world. Besides, they wanted to avoid any conflict with her, so she was happy. Nevertheless, Hawke would keep her guard up.

"What is this Citadel you speak of?" Hawke asked.

"Ah, the Citadel is the greatest repository of knowledge in the known world, There is no place like it," Marwyn said, hiding a small scowl on his face. Hawke noticed it but shrugged it off.

She was interested in the Citadel, now at least she knows there was a place for her to learn something. Thinking of that, Hawke tested her luck with those three.

"Do you have a map?" Hawke asked.

Marwyn tilted his head, confused by the sudden question. But he nodded.

"Yes, we have a map of Westeros."

"Westeros… I see," Hawke responded.

Marwyn and the rest felt heavy steps approaching them, then they saw her. A tall woman, with red scale skin. Two long horns pointing upwards. A long tail and sharp teeth. Among all of that, he couldn't deny how gorgeous she was. The long hair covered in fire, the green emeralds on her chest. She had the looked of royalty.

"It's true…" Marwyn whispered in awe.

"True?" Hawke asked.

"That you could change form… It's just hard to think of… To accept it," Marwyn said with a smile.

"What are you?" The haired Archmaester asked.

Hawke thought for a moment, wondering what would be an appropriate answer. What could she say? That she came from another world? That she was fighting a demon and ended up being sucked by a mirror and she ended there? It was not smart to say anything like that for now. Besides, there was danger lurking. If she told anyone about the Eluvian, it could make things worse for her.

What if there is a crazy blood mage around? And he ended up opening the Eluvian somehow? A blight could enter the world. And she was not liking the idea of such a thing. Then there was the whole me mage becoming a dragon. Hawke may be a carefree person sometimes. But she was still cautious. There was a lot to consider.

The dream she had early was another red flag for her. Hawke needed to learn more about the world. Before allowing others to learn from hers.

For now, she would be prudent on the information she gave away. So, Hawke decided to do something risky. Something as Varric would call it, stupid.

If she gave them a big title, they would treat her differently, with respect and fear. It would allow her to move things to her side. Also to make them fear her. Hawke really wanted to avoid any conflict. So, a lie practically would make them think twice if they tried to do anything to her. Or maybe, it was a change of Hawke character. Regardless, it could prove usefull for her if she goes that way.

"I am... An Ancient High Dragon!"

Hawke proclaimed, hoping the lie would not come around to bite her in her butt.