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Fenris fought against his chains so much his wrists bled. From the wall he was pinned He watch Danarius with a bound Hawke, he screamed to deaf ears as he watched his old master Touch her. She didn't fight him in fact she welcomed him. Begging for her masters fingers quivering as they lighted across he already bruised and sensitive flesh. Danarius released her from her binds pulling her off the rack towards him, holding her by the waist, close to him. He took her face in his hand and kissed her as he brought her to wards Fenris. Her body hanging limp in his arms, her feet half dragging across the floor.
She fell to her knees, between his legs.
"You know what to do pet." Danarius purred.
Eyes like empty soulless pools locked with his, her hands ran up his thighs, up his sides.
"Hawke. Stop, don't listen to him." He begged her her listless hands crossing his chest trailing up his neck and coming to rest either side of his face. Hands like winters bite, holding him with a husks grip.
"Faith. Please don't..."
Her lips touched his, her icy touch infecting him. Her whole being devoid of life and the affection he had grown to love. He felt cold fingers wrap around his heart, and his life drain away in their last kiss. He closed his eyes and stopped fighting, if she was lost to him he didn't wish to live.
"I never should have left you." He whispered "I love you."

Fenris awoke with a start. His tan skin dripping with sweat. His heart pounding. Sitting up in the collection of furs and blankets piled in front of the hearth, he rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face.
It was so easy to know what you want when your life was disappearing into the long night. So easy to know how much you care when that person was in peril. The last week had been its own torture, plagued with nightmares.
Despite them not being together as a couple, he had grown accustomed to Hawke always being there over the years. Some one to scream with, laugh with, occasionally get drunk and complain about Anders. In her absence he realised what her presence in his life meant.
"Fenris?" A voice echoed through the halls of the abandoned mansion. "Fenris I have news" Aveline footsteps were heavy and hurried. He pulled him self off the best on the floor and trotted to the banister. "It's Varania." She called up to him "she's in Kirkwall"

The soft knock at the study door startled Arianne more than if he had barged in like normal. She opened the door to a nervous looking Fenris.
"What's wrong." She asked him, not use to seeing this side of him.
He paced across the room for a minute, as if he was aligning all the words before he said them. "Varania is in Kirkwall, Aveline confirmed it. She is at the hanged man right now."
"And you think this is a perfect opportunity for an ambush?"
He looked up, his expression said everything.
"Your worried if it is an ambush and if you get caught then there will be no rescue for Hawke." The thought had crossed her mind as well.
He nodded, "this could be what she was waiting for." He paused turning to face her "it would mean a lot to me if you would come along."
Arianne smiled "a brawl at the hanged Man? It's what I was born for."

Together they pushed open the entrance hall and entered, senses met with the smell of ale vomit and body oder. Arianne had assembled the team, Varric meeting them there and Anders Reluctantly pulling up the rear. The bar was surprisingly empty, a lone elven woman sat at a table near the back.
"You." Fenris exclaimed pushing past Arianna "it really is you. Varania?" All the cynicism washed of his face for a moment. For a second he looked hopeful "I ... I remember you, we played in our masters courtyard. While mother worked... You called me..." He paused thinking of the name.
"Leto." She said softly standing to face him. Her features wrought with sadness. "That is your name."
He frowned suddenly the reunion not as enthusiastic as he expected. Arianna felt it too, the hesitation in the woman's movements.
"What's wrong?" He asked wearily "why are you so..."
"I'll give you three guesses." Arianne cut in pulling her sword.
A male Mage with a pointed beard and voice like poison glided down the stairs with his entourage. "ah my little Fenris, predicable as always."
Behind him in a clatter iron walked a broken and docile Hawke. Head bent her skin spattered with dried blood, lip split, eyes darkened and weary.
Arianne saw Fenris step towards her, an almost involuntary act of concern, pausing only as the pommel of her broad sword bumped against his chest. Unable todo anything for Hawke he turned his rage turned to his sister. "you led him here."
"I'm sorry it had to come to this Leto." She apologised.
Danarius chuckled "Now now Fenris don't blame your sister. She did what any good imperial citizen should."
"I never wanted these filthy markings Danarius but I won't let you kill me to get them." He bit, preparing him self for battle.
"how little you know my pet." He mused "This is your new mistress then?" A long delicate finger ran under Hawkes chin lifting and turning her face to wards him, "I prefer the Champion of Kirkwall. Lovely once she calms down."
Arianne spoke up for the first time "Fenris doesn't belong to any one. Neither does Hawke."
The slaver left his pet and turned to Arianne. "do I detect a note of jealousy?"
She didn't move or bite at his taunts. She watched Hawke past Danarius' shoulder. Her eyes while her master wasn't watching flicked up to her friend. The twinkle of a plan in motion, Arianne had to stifle a smirk, Hawke one step a head of the game.
"shut your mouth Danarius" Fenris growled
"The word is master." He snapped back.
It was in that moment Hawke moved, lifting her chains over his head she wrapped the longest part round his neck and kicked him in the back of the knee to drop him lower into the choke.
Arianne leapt into action lunging forward. Danarius calling on all his magical powers vanished in a puff of smoke. Already in position she protected her friend from a swift acting guardsman who had attacked in defence of his master. She parried him, and in the same hefty swing came down on the chains between Hawkes legs freeing her to move a little.
Hawke rolled back out of the way, and jumped to her feet. Her friends had all begun to engage the enemy. She glanced around the magister can't have gone far. Shades and the undead piled against them, proving he was close enough to combat.
From the corner of her eye she saw Fenris head to head with a corpse warrior, as another came to flank him. With no weapon to speak of and hands still chained she snatched a chair and slid across the table to his aid, breaking the object across the corpse's head with a mighty blow. For an instant it paused looking at her, as she used the final shards of the chair legs and drove it into its eyes.
She held her chains taught "a little help please." She called to him. He turned his axe ripping through the air with deadly precision cleaving the last of her chains. He tossed her the axe.
"It's no hammer but you think you can use it?" He asked wrenching another weapon out of the hands of a fallen enemy.
"Two hands and swing right." She quipped.
Arianne joined them as the looked at the carnage they had already wrote and the more that was about to ensue.
Hawke smiled at her friends either side of her. The others watching their backs, an odd sense of warmth filled Hawke to know so many had come to the combined aid of herself and Fenris.
They moved in seamless unison cutting down the guards and the shades and shambling corpses, whittling away the more deadly threats in the room. Until finally Danarius had nothing to hide behind. Hawke approached him, bare feet unfeeling to the broken tables, blood and other fluids oozed between her toes.
In a panic the Mage let loose one final fire ball. The flame engulfed her, charing her clothes, as she walked towards him. Unaffected by the heat she reached forward and hauled him to his feet.
"Nows the time you make me pay for what I have done to you?" He asked bitterly
Hawke smiled "no." She said pleasantly dragging him across the room and throwing him at Fenris' mercy. "Now is when he gets to make you pay for all you've done to him."
Danarius laughed desperately clinging on to his last moments of life as he looked up into the dark unforgiving face of his former pet and slave.
"You can't be rid of me." He chuckled "I will always own you."
"You are no longer my master" snarled lifting Danarius. Lyrium began to glow fuelled by his rage. Ripping his heart from his body with a sickening crack of bones. How ever the death of the Mage gave him no pause as he turned his hatred towards Varania.
"I had no choice Leto." She stammered backing away from him, her hands raised in surrender.
"stop calling me that!" He shouted.
Hawke and Arianne were stopped in their tracks. His sudden out burst pulling them to his side.
"he was going to make me his apprentice. I would have been a magister." Varania had backed into the wall terrified of Fenris' fury. Attempting to explain away her actions.
"you sold out your own brother to become a magister?"
"you have no idea what we want through." She snapped at him "What I've had to do since mother died. It's was my only chance."
"And now you'll have no chance at all"
"Fenris stop!" Hawke shouted catching his arm. "Don't kill her."
"Why not?" He wrenched his arm from her grip. "she was ready to see me killed. What is she to me other than another tool of the Magisters."
Hawkes voice was but a whisper compared to Fenris bellows but her words cut his ferocity in half. "I know what it feels like to kill your sister." Her hand squeezed his bicep "you don't want that burden."
Looking into the fatigued face of Hawke, he could see the deep roads in her, the long days walking not knowing if it was day or night, battling wave after wave of dark spawn and cave dwelling creatures.
He could still see the look on her face as they heard the stumble. The scrabble of tired legs trying to keep moving, the weak voice calling out asking them for a moments break.
Bethany fell to the taint that day. Her skin pale clammy her eyes dark in their sockets Hawke held her as she begged for an end. Pleaded with her sister to help her die human.

"Please, I don't want to turn."
Hawke rocked her sister as she lay in her arms "shhhhh baby girl it's alright. We will get you to the surface, I mean you could be a grey warden"
Bethany laughed weakly "that was your dream not mine."
"Oh I was only in it for the uniform and you know it."
The sisters laughed through the tears as the older sister tucked her baby siblings head into her collar.
"I can't walk to the surface." She whispered
Hawk put her hand under her legs and lifted carrying the almost dead weight of her sister in her arms. "Don't worry I'll carry you baby girl."
"For two days?"
"if I have too." The first few steps were slow, the weight of Bethany weighed on her heart more than physically. Slowly her steps gained power and speed.
"Faith. No." She whispered touching Hawkes face with a clammy hand. "You won't make it if you have to look after me."
"I have spent my whole life looking after you and Carver, I did it against that goddamned dragon, I kept you from the circle. I failed in Ferelden with Carver but I will not give up now."
"You didn't fail." She breathed
The words cut Hawke in half, her legs gave out.
"You never failed us."
Hawke was shaking, grief over taking her strength. Realisation of her sisters eminent demise and her inability to stop it.
Bethany reached for Hawkes short blade. The little dagger she had just incase of emergency. And pressed it into her hands. "Please."
Wrapping a gauntleted hand around the blade she took it and the confirmation of her sisters plea. Her lip trembled, her strength wavered.
"Can you sing the hymn?" Bethany asked "the one you use to sing us before bed."
Hawke took a deep breath, her exhale shuddered and she choked. Before granting her sister her final wish.
There are loved ones in the glory
Whose dear forms you often miss.
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?
One by one their seats were emptied.
One by one they went away.
Now the family is parted.
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?"
Before the final words were sung the blade slid between Bethany's breasts into her heart. The last breath slipping from her in the last note. As Hawke broke down and cried.

"Get out." He hissed at his sister, the woman ready to give him up, ready to betray him at a moments notice. All he had wished for was one tiny whiff of what Hawke and Bethany had. One person to trust, a set of arms to call home. Again all he got was betrayal.
She ran for the door pausing for a moment to turn back to him "you said you didn't ask for this. But that's not true, you wanted it you competed for it. When you won you used the boon to have mother and I freed.
"why are you telling me this?" He asked pain straining at his voice.
"freedom was no boon. I look at you now an I think you got the better end of the bargain." She looked from Fenris to Hawke and Arianne at his side. Before turning and pushing the door open fleeing from his life.
A body moved from the floor, a guardsmen playing dead waiting for his opening rose sword sliding across the floor the only sound he made lunge for Fenris. Arianne made to move but she was to slow, he slipped under her attack raising his blade to attack before Fenris could block.
Hawke reached out to him hand open her arm began to glow from the fingertips. He stopped his eyes growing wide as his body was no longer his own. She snapped her hand closed into a fist pulling the blood from him. Red mist exploded from his pours sticking to her, covering her in a wet red film.
Hawke whipped her face attempting to clear it of its muck. No longer ashamed of what she was, no longer hiding her skill. Danarius had forced her to see what the Reaver power was. A way of surviving, her resolve had been tested, time and time again. He started by trying to get her to kill Sunshine. As she held the girl a plan came to her head.
"Scream child." She had whispered, "and play dead." The child's scream curdled Hawkes blood what little there was left in her veins and she fell to the ground limp. Three apprentices had rushed in, eager to whiteness the carnage, or gloat over the noble Ser Hawkes fall into child killing. But the moment the door open she turned on them. Like with the dragon as she felt the last of her energy slowly begin to fade away their combined life force rejuvenated her, healed her gave her life. Once their dry and used up bodies fell to the floor, Sunshine ran to her hugging her blood soaked leg. As she attempted to reassure the terrified child with a chained hand on her head, Hawke knew to survive this place she had to learn, she had to make sure every skill was honed to perfection. The better she was the more choice in using it she had.
"You utter hypocrite!" Anders yelled "all this time you've been throwing mages to the circle for fear of blood magic and you've been a Reaver." He strode across the room getting right in her face the glow of Justice more eminent that ever.
She turned to face him eyes narrowed in her own rage she lay her hand on his staff.
"I have just spent more than a week with Tavinter Magisters, you think you scare me Mage." She hissed "I will end you with out a second thought."
Fenris and Arianne jumped In between the quarrelling pair. Fenris pulling Hawke to one side, Arianne attempting to calm Anders. As they stood the ground shook with the low rumble of an explosion. Hawke was ripped from her anger back to reality she bolted for the door.
Ice crystals sparkled as the drifted down from the sky.
"Snow?" Arianne questioned looking up to the blue sky above. One part of high town looked like a snow palace, Danarius estate glimmering in the light of the day.
"Enchantment" Hawke smiled to her friend and ran in the direction of the sudden cold snap.

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Fenris fought against his chains so much his wrists bled. From the wall he was pinned He watch Danarius with a bound Hawke, he screamed to deaf ears as he watched his old master Touch her. She didn't fight him in fact she welcomed him. Begging for her masters fingers quivering as they lighted across he already bruised and sensitive flesh. Danarius released her from her binds pulling her off the rack towards him, holding her by the waist, close to him. He took her face in his hand and kissed her as he brought her to wards Fenris. Her body hanging limp in his arms, her feet half dragging across the floor.
She fell to her knees, between his legs.
"You know what to do pet." Danarius purred.
Eyes like empty soulless pools locked with his, her hands ran up his thighs, up his sides.
"Hawke. Stop, don't listen to him." He begged her her listless hands crossing his chest trailing up his neck and coming to rest either side of his face. Hands like winters bite, holding him with a husks grip.
"Faith. Please don't..."
Her lips touched his, her icy touch infecting him. Her whole being devoid of life and the affection he had grown to love. He felt cold fingers wrap around his heart, and his life drain away in their last kiss. He closed his eyes and stopped fighting, if she was lost to him he didn't wish to live.
"I never should have left you." He whispered "I love you."

Fenris awoke with a start. His tan skin dripping with sweat. His heart pounding. Sitting up in the collection of furs and blankets piled in front of the hearth, he rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face.
It was so easy to know what you want when your life was disappearing into the long night. So easy to know how much you care when that person was in peril. The last week had been its own torture, plagued with nightmares.
Despite them not being together as a couple, he had grown accustomed to Hawke always being there over the years. Some one to scream with, laugh with, occasionally get drunk and complain about Anders. In her absence he realised what her presence in his life meant.
"Fenris?" A voice echoed through the halls of the abandoned mansion. "Fenris I have news" Aveline footsteps were heavy and hurried. He pulled him self off the best on the floor and trotted to the banister. "It's Varania." She called up to him "she's in Kirkwall"

The soft knock at the study door startled Arianne more than if he had barged in like normal. She opened the door to a nervous looking Fenris.
"What's wrong." She asked him, not use to seeing this side of him.
He paced across the room for a minute, as if he was aligning all the words before he said them. "Varania is in Kirkwall, Aveline confirmed it. She is at the hanged man right now."
"And you think this is a perfect opportunity for an ambush?"
He looked up, his expression said everything.
"Your worried if it is an ambush and if you get caught then there will be no rescue for Hawke." The thought had crossed her mind as well.
He nodded, "this could be what she was waiting for." He paused turning to face her "it would mean a lot to me if you would come along."
Arianne smiled "a brawl at the hanged Man? It's what I was born for."

Together they pushed open the entrance hall and entered, senses met with the smell of ale vomit and body oder. Arianne had assembled the team, Varric meeting them there and Anders Reluctantly pulling up the rear. The bar was surprisingly empty, a lone elven woman sat at a table near the back.
"You." Fenris exclaimed pushing past Arianna "it really is you. Varania?" All the cynicism washed of his face for a moment. For a second he looked hopeful "I ... I remember you, we played in our masters courtyard. While mother worked... You called me..." He paused thinking of the name.
"Leto." She said softly standing to face him. Her features wrought with sadness. "That is your name."
He frowned suddenly the reunion not as enthusiastic as he expected. Arianna felt it too, the hesitation in the woman's movements.
"What's wrong?" He asked wearily "why are you so..."
"I'll give you three guesses." Arianne cut in pulling her sword.
A male Mage with a pointed beard and voice like poison glided down the stairs with his entourage. "ah my little Fenris, predicable as always."
Behind him in a clatter iron walked a broken and docile Hawke. Head bent her skin spattered with dried blood, lip split, eyes darkened and weary.
Arianne saw Fenris step towards her, an almost involuntary act of concern, pausing only as the pommel of her broad sword bumped against his chest. Unable todo anything for Hawke he turned his rage turned to his sister. "you led him here."
"I'm sorry it had to come to this Leto." She apologised.
Danarius chuckled "Now now Fenris don't blame your sister. She did what any good imperial citizen should."
"I never wanted these filthy markings Danarius but I won't let you kill me to get them." He bit, preparing him self for battle.
"how little you know my pet." He mused "This is your new mistress then?" A long delicate finger ran under Hawkes chin lifting and turning her face to wards him, "I prefer the Champion of Kirkwall. Lovely once she calms down."
Arianne spoke up for the first time "Fenris doesn't belong to any one. Neither does Hawke."
The slaver left his pet and turned to Arianne. "do I detect a note of jealousy?"
She didn't move or bite at his taunts. She watched Hawke past Danarius' shoulder. Her eyes while her master wasn't watching flicked up to her friend. The twinkle of a plan in motion, Arianne had to stifle a smirk, Hawke one step a head of the game.
"shut your mouth Danarius" Fenris growled
"The word is master." He snapped back.
It was in that moment Hawke moved, lifting her chains over his head she wrapped the longest part round his neck and kicked him in the back of the knee to drop him lower into the choke.
Arianne leapt into action lunging forward. Danarius calling on all his magical powers vanished in a puff of smoke. Already in position she protected her friend from a swift acting guardsman who had attacked in defence of his master. She parried him, and in the same hefty swing came down on the chains between Hawkes legs freeing her to move a little.
Hawke rolled back out of the way, and jumped to her feet. Her friends had all begun to engage the enemy. She glanced around the magister can't have gone far. Shades and the undead piled against them, proving he was close enough to combat.
From the corner of her eye she saw Fenris head to head with a corpse warrior, as another came to flank him. With no weapon to speak of and hands still chained she snatched a chair and slid across the table to his aid, breaking the object across the corpse's head with a mighty blow. For an instant it paused looking at her, as she used the final shards of the chair legs and drove it into its eyes.
She held her chains taught "a little help please." She called to him. He turned his axe ripping through the air with deadly precision cleaving the last of her chains. He tossed her the axe.
"It's no hammer but you think you can use it?" He asked wrenching another weapon out of the hands of a fallen enemy.
"Two hands and swing right." She quipped.
Arianne joined them as the looked at the carnage they had already wrote and the more that was about to ensue.
Hawke smiled at her friends either side of her. The others watching their backs, an odd sense of warmth filled Hawke to know so many had come to the combined aid of herself and Fenris.
They moved in seamless unison cutting down the guards and the shades and shambling corpses, whittling away the more deadly threats in the room. Until finally Danarius had nothing to hide behind. Hawke approached him, bare feet unfeeling to the broken tables, blood and other fluids oozed between her toes.
In a panic the Mage let loose one final fire ball. The flame engulfed her, charing her clothes, as she walked towards him. Unaffected by the heat she reached forward and hauled him to his feet.
"Nows the time you make me pay for what I have done to you?" He asked bitterly
Hawke smiled "no." She said pleasantly dragging him across the room and throwing him at Fenris' mercy. "Now is when he gets to make you pay for all you've done to him."
Danarius laughed desperately clinging on to his last moments of life as he looked up into the dark unforgiving face of his former pet and slave.
"You can't be rid of me." He chuckled "I will always own you."
"You are no longer my master" snarled lifting Danarius. Lyrium began to glow fuelled by his rage. Ripping his heart from his body with a sickening crack of bones. How ever the death of the Mage gave him no pause as he turned his hatred towards Varania.
"I had no choice Leto." She stammered backing away from him, her hands raised in surrender.
"stop calling me that!" He shouted.
Hawke and Arianne were stopped in their tracks. His sudden out burst pulling them to his side.
"he was going to make me his apprentice. I would have been a magister." Varania had backed into the wall terrified of Fenris' fury. Attempting to explain away her actions.
"you sold out your own brother to become a magister?"
"you have no idea what we want through." She snapped at him "What I've had to do since mother died. It's was my only chance."
"And now you'll have no chance at all"
"Fenris stop!" Hawke shouted catching his arm. "Don't kill her."
"Why not?" He wrenched his arm from her grip. "she was ready to see me killed. What is she to me other than another tool of the Magisters."
Hawkes voice was but a whisper compared to Fenris bellows but her words cut his ferocity in half. "I know what it feels like to kill your sister." Her hand squeezed his bicep "you don't want that burden."
Looking into the fatigued face of Hawke, he could see the deep roads in her, the long days walking not knowing if it was day or night, battling wave after wave of dark spawn and cave dwelling creatures.
He could still see the look on her face as they heard the stumble. The scrabble of tired legs trying to keep moving, the weak voice calling out asking them for a moments break.
Bethany fell to the taint that day. Her skin pale clammy her eyes dark in their sockets Hawke held her as she begged for an end. Pleaded with her sister to help her die human.

"Please, I don't want to turn."
Hawke rocked her sister as she lay in her arms "shhhhh baby girl it's alright. We will get you to the surface, I mean you could be a grey warden"
Bethany laughed weakly "that was your dream not mine."
"Oh I was only in it for the uniform and you know it."
The sisters laughed through the tears as the older sister tucked her baby siblings head into her collar.
"I can't walk to the surface." She whispered
Hawk put her hand under her legs and lifted carrying the almost dead weight of her sister in her arms. "Don't worry I'll carry you baby girl."
"For two days?"
"if I have too." The first few steps were slow, the weight of Bethany weighed on her heart more than physically. Slowly her steps gained power and speed.
"Faith. No." She whispered touching Hawkes face with a clammy hand. "You won't make it if you have to look after me."
"I have spent my whole life looking after you and Carver, I did it against that goddamned dragon, I kept you from the circle. I failed in Ferelden with Carver but I will not give up now."
"You didn't fail." She breathed
The words cut Hawke in half, her legs gave out.
"You never failed us."
Hawke was shaking, grief over taking her strength. Realisation of her sisters eminent demise and her inability to stop it.
Bethany reached for Hawkes short blade. The little dagger she had just incase of emergency. And pressed it into her hands. "Please."
Wrapping a gauntleted hand around the blade she took it and the confirmation of her sisters plea. Her lip trembled, her strength wavered.
"Can you sing the hymn?" Bethany asked "the one you use to sing us before bed."
Hawke took a deep breath, her exhale shuddered and she choked. Before granting her sister her final wish.
There are loved ones in the glory
Whose dear forms you often miss.
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?
One by one their seats were emptied.
One by one they went away.
Now the family is parted.
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?"
Before the final words were sung the blade slid between Bethany's breasts into her heart. The last breath slipping from her in the last note. As Hawke broke down and cried.

"Get out." He hissed at his sister, the woman ready to give him up, ready to betray him at a moments notice. All he had wished for was one tiny whiff of what Hawke and Bethany had. One person to trust, a set of arms to call home. Again all he got was betrayal.
She ran for the door pausing for a moment to turn back to him "you said you didn't ask for this. But that's not true, you wanted it you competed for it. When you won you used the boon to have mother and I freed.
"why are you telling me this?" He asked pain straining at his voice.
"freedom was no boon. I look at you now an I think you got the better end of the bargain." She looked from Fenris to Hawke and Arianne at his side. Before turning and pushing the door open fleeing from his life.
A body moved from the floor, a guardsmen playing dead waiting for his opening rose sword sliding across the floor the only sound he made lunge for Fenris. Arianne made to move but she was to slow, he slipped under her attack raising his blade to attack before Fenris could block.
Hawke reached out to him hand open her arm began to glow from the fingertips. He stopped his eyes growing wide as his body was no longer his own. She snapped her hand closed into a fist pulling the blood from him. Red mist exploded from his pours sticking to her, covering her in a wet red film.
Hawke whipped her face attempting to clear it of its muck. No longer ashamed of what she was, no longer hiding her skill. Danarius had forced her to see what the Reaver power was. A way of surviving, her resolve had been tested, time and time again. He started by trying to get her to kill Sunshine. As she held the girl a plan came to her head.
"Scream child." She had whispered, "and play dead." The child's scream curdled Hawkes blood what little there was left in her veins and she fell to the ground limp. Three apprentices had rushed in, eager to whiteness the carnage, or gloat over the noble Ser Hawkes fall into child killing. But the moment the door open she turned on them. Like with the dragon as she felt the last of her energy slowly begin to fade away their combined life force rejuvenated her, healed her gave her life. Once their dry and used up bodies fell to the floor, Sunshine ran to her hugging her blood soaked leg. As she attempted to reassure the terrified child with a chained hand on her head, Hawke knew to survive this place she had to learn, she had to make sure every skill was honed to perfection. The better she was the more choice in using it she had.
"You utter hypocrite!" Anders yelled "all this time you've been throwing mages to the circle for fear of blood magic and you've been a Reaver." He strode across the room getting right in her face the glow of Justice more eminent that ever.
She turned to face him eyes narrowed in her own rage she lay her hand on his staff.
"I have just spent more than a week with Tavinter Magisters, you think you scare me Mage." She hissed "I will end you with out a second thought."
Fenris and Arianne jumped In between the quarrelling pair. Fenris pulling Hawke to one side, Arianne attempting to calm Anders. As they stood the ground shook with the low rumble of an explosion. Hawke was ripped from her anger back to reality she bolted for the door.
Ice crystals sparkled as the drifted down from the sky.
"Snow?" Arianne questioned looking up to the blue sky above. One part of high town looked like a snow palace, Danarius estate glimmering in the light of the day.
"Enchantment" Hawke smiled to her friend and ran in the direction of the sudden cold snap.