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The Mage and the Templars	By : Nyghtlei17 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The blade sliced into her arm, she screamed, trying to get away before he could do it again. The curved blade dripped red with her own and Alistair’s blood. She looked from the Hurlock to Alistair lying still on the grass with blood pooling around him.    If he wasn’t dead she was sure he wished it. She raised her right arm and shot spell after spell until suddenly, the Hurlock fell flat on the ground. Two arrows protruded from his back. Not wanting to waste anymore time, she scrambled to her feet and fell to her knees next to the badly wounded Warrior. “Morrigan!”, she screamed. She couldn’t cast this low on mana and without her staff, there was no way. “Morrigan!”, her voice rang through the almost empty battlefield.
The stone faced mage ran across the campgrounds, “Have you tried to heal him?”, she asked when she reached them.
“I-I cannot”, she was trying to stop the bleeding with her hands, it wasn’t working.   “Please, do not do this to me”, she mumbled as she put all her weight on her hands. “Do you have something? A-anything?”, she searched Morrigan’s now concerned face for an answer.
She hesitated for a moment before saying, “There is a lot of blood.”
“What?”, She didn’t have time for this. “I know that! He is going to die, Morrigan.”
She stared at her with cold yellow eyes. “There’s enough blood.”
She couldn’t mean that. Blood magic was forbidden, like many things, she had read about it but that was a book she’d stolen. Her and Jowan were only children when they had flipped through the pages in the corner of the Apprentice Quarters. “C-could that work?”
The apostate shrugged her shoulders, speechless.
Kitsune looked at her hands, she couldn’t see any part of them that wasn’t covered in red. It was even pooling at her knees. “Okay”, she said more to herself than Morrigan, “I have to try.”
“You could die”, she said.
“He will if I just sit here.”
She focused on the blood, there was so much of it. She didn’t know where his started or her’s ended. If there is a Maker, please forgive me for this. She could feel her own energy in the blood. It felt like power and fear. She pulled at that, trying to separate hers from his. She closed her eyes, it helped her concentrate. His energy, it was fading. She took the warm power from herself and forced it into the wound in his back. Growing lightheaded and nauseous she forced herself to continue. She opened her eyes to see the wound closing. She couldn’t see for very long, her vision was darkening. Her body felt as though it was going limp, only willpower kept her upright.
“Tis enough”, she heard Morrigan say. “You will die if you do not stop.”
She didn’t stop, not until the horrible, bloody, gash was closed completely.   Her body slumped back, Morrigan was there to catch her. She couldn’t see at all now, she wasn’t even sure if her eyes were open.
“Damnation”, was the last thing she heard from the apostate.
Her heart beat felt so faint and far away. There was a price for those that didn’t know how to cast Blood Magic. She wasn’t a mage anymore, she realized. She was a Maleficarum, someone who cast Blood Magic. The most impure and vile of all the magic classes. It was for a good reason, she tried to convince herself. There was no other way. She didn’t really believe that. Anything, anything in the world would be worth seeing his smile again. She opened her eyes slowly. The tent she was in was dimly lit and a little cold. She looked around for a moment before she brought her hands up to her face to study the dagger scars that were still there. She couldn’t see out of her left eye. She touched it, it was still there. So this was her price? Her vision in one eye for his life? It was just.
That didn’t stop her from wishing it wasn’t so. She sat up slowly, having to turn her head more than normal to be able to see the whole tent. She was alone but she could hear a voice just outside. She heard the bard singing a quiet song over the crackling of fire. Her entire body was weak but she got herself out of the tent. With her good eye she saw Ammy who was already dashing toward her and Leliana sitting alone at the fire. She gasped when she saw Kitsune. “Thank Andraste you’re awake!”, she exclaimed as she hugged her. Kitsune could hardly return the hug.
“Leliana”, she breathed in the scent of burning wood from her red hair.
The bard smiled a gentle and warm smile as she grabbed the mage's hand and led her to a small river. She could see his silhouette wading waist deep in the water. Leliana let go of her hand and Kitsune returned her smile, “Thank you.” Leliana returned to the camp as she entered the river, but not before slipping off the overly large tunic she realized she was wearing. She wasn’t quiet about entering the water, she knew he could hear her, he didn’t turn around.
In the dim light of the crescent moon she could see the scar that went down at an angle on his back. Seeing it only made her remember how desperate she was, how worth it it was to lose half her vision. She reached out to touch the scar but he turned around and her fingertips land on his stomach. “Blood Magic!”, he shouted at her. She hadn’t been sure how he was going to react. “You saved me with Blood Magic!”
She dropped her hand, splashing water onto her face. She tried to speak but he continued to yell.
“Why would you do something so… so reckless? Not to mention how wrong it is to use such magic! How do you even know it?”, she couldn’t see him well, she didn’t want to.
“It was wrong to save you?”, she challenged, ignoring his last question.
“Yes! If it means using that, then yes, it was wrong.”
She wasn’t expecting to be called a hero but this was not at all what she thought he’d say. She risked everything for him, so he could scream at her about how wrong it was. “I am sorry I could not watch you die! I am sorry my staff was broken! I am sorry I was too weak to heal you!”
He sighed loudly and turned away from her again. It seemed like hours passed before he said, “I’m not worth your life.”
“I did not pay with my life. Just half my vision”, she said with a joking tone.
“Morrigan said you might lose a part of yourself. We just didn’t know what.” He faced her again and studied her with amber eyes. He grimaced when he noticed her left eye, she didn’t know what it looked like. She looked down at the gently rippling river, her eye was completely white, no sign of the grey iris that had been there before. She held her breath as his trembling hand touched her cheek. He was going to blame himself for this. Just like he did when Duncan died, just like when they almost died at the tower of Ishal. “I’m so sorry I failed you again.”
She smiled under his hand, “You did not fail me. The fault is my own.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
“If I would have let you continue your watch…”, she trailed off and looked up at the thin moon in a cluttered sky. His thumb on her chin brought her eyes to his.
“Thank you”, he smiled.
She exhaled a satisfied breath. That was all she wanted. She risked so much for him, she just wanted to know he was happy that she did. His arms wrapped around her thin shoulders. He smelled like grass and water, a smell she welcomed. Warm lips pressed against her forehead, making her shiver. It wasn’t until she pressed against him that she noticed he was completely naked under the blanket of the water.
He pushed her away from his skin, muttering something under his breath. She smiled up at him, “You do not have to push me away”, she put her palms on his chest and leaned on him.
“We’re really, really close”, his breathing was ragged. His chest rose and fell unevenly under her hands.
She let her hands slip down his torso until they were below the water, lingering just above his manhood. She was waiting for him to stop her, like he had in Flemeth’s hut. He did nothing when she wrapped her hand around him. He wasn’t entirely erect, yet her hand could hardly close around his width. She started at the base and brought her hand up his length to where it ended just centimeters from pressing into her flat stomach. She noticed he scraped his bottom lip between his teeth.
Her hand moved back to the base and up to the tip until he was pressing into her. There was so much of him. She stroked him and listened to him inhale and exhale heavily. The movements stopped abruptly when he leaned down to kiss her. He rest in her hand as his mouth explored hers. His wet hands tangled in her hair as he drew her closer. She moved her hands to the back of his neck, her breasts pressing against his tight chest. Kitsune moaned and hungrily traced his tongue with hers.
She had lost a lot for him and to know that he was grateful was all she could ever want. She deserved this much, didn’t she? A kiss in his arms. His pleasure was pressing hard into her. “Alistair”, she slurred and moaned his name as he worked his way down to her neck. She closed her eyes as he bit her bottom lip when he untied her brassiere and tossed it to the bank nearby. He kissed the hollow of her neck and cupped both of her bare breasts. His thick stubble brushed against her chest making her arch into him. Their eyes met for a brief moment and in that moment Alistair must have cleared his mind. His lips parted as if he was going to say something but they closed immediately. He released his hold on her and took a step back, the water separated them again.
It was hard to see in the darkness with one eye, she knew the look that would be on his face. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”, she asked. She covered her exposed chest, being naked was making her even more flustered.
“I-I’m sorry”, he said, “I just can’t take this sort of thing lightly.”
She growled her frustration, “Do not pull me in so you can push me away over and over. It is not easy.”
“It’s not easy for me either!”, he exclaimed. “I know any guy would love to crawl into a tent with you but I just can’t do that.”
“I am not asking for that! I need to know what this is before I…”, go crazy. She already felt crazy, all of this still felt like a terrible dream. “Before I die for you without knowing how you feel.”
“I don’t want you to die for me”, his voice was barely over a whisper.
“I almost have, twice now.”
“Don’t remind me.” He grabbed her wrist and held it in his hand just above the water. “You want to know how I feel?”
She didn’t move or speak, she just waited.
“I feel like everything I say or do causes you pain. I feel like no matter what, I can’t make you happy or keep you safe”, he let her hand fall in the water.
She smiled weakly. “You do make me happy, you only cause me pain when you push me away.”
“And what about this?”, he gestured toward her blind eye. “This isn’t pain?”
She shook her head, tiny droplets of water fell from her hair making ripples around them. “It does not hurt.” She poked the center of his chest with a long fingernail. “We are Grey Wardens. We are meant to stay together.”
He smiled the smile that made all of this okay. Knowing that smile was still here made it all alright. Kitsune sunk low into the river until she was up to the tips of her ears in the water. Her eyes closed and her lips tightly pressed, she let the water wash her. When she came up for air Alistair was at the bank drying off and already dressed in his pants. When she got to the shore he tossed her a large piece of fabric to dry off with. She slipped the large tunic back on and stared up at the stars. He was on her left but she couldn’t see him, this was going to takes sometime to get used to. “Is this…”, he dragged the last word, “okay?”
“I think so”, she said to the sky.
“What will the others say, I wonder? You know they’re going to talk.”
She shrugged, “Nothing happened, let them.”
Morrigan looked her over three times already. She checked her for a fourth time, ensuring that everything other than her vision was working fine. “Other than your eye and the scar from that Hurlock, you are fine”, Morrigan concluded. Kitsune slipped her clothes back on quickly, she was still cold from the river. “When are you going to stop trying to get yourself killed for that stupid oaf?”
Kitsune sighed, “When you stop insulting him.”
Leliana scoffed from over the book she was reading, “Surely Kitsune will die before that happens.”
Morrigan smiled a half-cocked smile. “I have something for our fearless leader”
She turned her head to the side, unsure if she should be excited or afraid.
Morrigan left the tent and returned after a few moments. In her hands was a beautiful birch staff. “We paid that Dwarf and his odd son a high price for this staff. Hopefully, tis worth it.”
Kitsune took it carefully. It was much lighter than the one she had lost. “Thank you, Morrigan.”
“Now, now”, she started motioning Kitsune and Leliana to the opening of her tent. “Get out before you get sentimental.”
“She’s so kind, isn’t she”, Leliana said sarcastically.
“She means well”, Kitsune smiled.
Leliana looked her up and down as if four of Morrigan’s examinations weren’t enough. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Why did they not believe her? “Yes”, she nodded. “Weak, but I am fine.”
“Good”, Leliana said. “I would hate to see you still suffering.”
Kitsune smiled, “Thank you for protecting me. All of you were so brave.”
“But you were the bravest. You never gave up, not even when your staff broke. Quite the inspiration.”
They said their goodnights and went to their tents, she wondered if Sten was still awake, she wanted to thank him. Alistair and a more than thrilled mabari waited inside her tent. “Who is my brave warrior?”, she asked him. He wagged his tail and nudged her hand with his large, soft head. “Who is my other brave warrior?”, she looked at Alistair who was almost asleep.
“Oh, I am. I am”, he said lazily.
She lie her head on the pillow next to him. “How many times are you going to try to get yourself killed over me?”, she asked him. He had risked his life for her, she hadn’t forgotten.
He smiled sleepily at her, “The score is two to one”, he yawned and rolled onto his stomach. “And I hate to lose.”
She snuggled against his shoulder, “Thank you”, she said. He was already asleep.
She wasn’t tired yet. She had slept for a long while. She pondered what Redcliffe was going to be like, she tried to think of a way to thank Sten that he would understand. The sound of Ammy and Alistair snoring in unison was comforting and made her eyes heavy.
When they started their journey to Redcliffe, Kitsune thanked Sten for taking the arrow for her. She was given a firm glare and a slight nod. She walked slower than the others, she felt weak and tired. Morrigan said it should pass within a few days. Ammy stayed close by her side while Alistair led them the last few miles to Redcliffe. When the village was in sight, Alistair hung back and let her catch up to him. He had that look on his face. “What is it?”, she asked.
He nervously looked around, “I have something to tell you.”
She crossed her arms, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like this.
“I'm a bastard and before you start making any smart comments, I mean the fatherless kind", his face was bright red.
"Okay…”, she was an orphan, this wasn’t a new concept to her.
He sighed, "My father was King Maric.”
She stared at him wide eyed and completely surprised, “King Maric? The King of Ferelden, that Maric?”
Alistair nodded sheepishly.
“Why did you not tell me this before?”, He knew the worst part about her but she didn’t even know who his father was.
“I wanted to, I swear”, he rubbed a gloved hand over her arm. “Whenever someone finds out I’m the king’s bastard they treat me differently.”
“I do not care who your parents are. It would not have made a difference to me”, she was hurt that he thought her knowing this would change the way she felt about him.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have kept it from you.”
“Are you hiding anything else from me?”, she glared at him.
He looked toward the waterfall in the distance, "This used to be my home for awhile, when I was boy."
"I thought you grew up in the Chantry?", she questioned.
"I lived in the castle for a while. Until the Arlessa grew tired of the rumors that I was actually Eamon's bastard. She sent me away to live in the Chantry." He didn't have any resentment in his voice, maybe a bit of regret.
“If the King, your brother, is dead… Then would that not make you…”
“No”, he cut her off. “I want nothing to do with that blasted throne. I’m just a bastard. Being in line for the throne was never a possibility, that was always made very clear to me.”
They started to catch up with the rest of their group. “You may be a bastard, Alistair Theirin, but you are a Royal Bastard.”
“Please, don’t start calling me that”, he groaned.
“Apologises, your Highness”, she had a coy smile on her face.
“Ugh, I hate the way that sounds.”
She laughed loud enough for the others to look back at her. “I quite like it. It has a nice ring to it.”
Alistair groaned again.
"Do you know who your mother is?", she had wondered quite often about her own mother.
"I was told she was some barmaid who fell for a King. I have a sister in Denerim her name is Goldanna", he paused for a brief moment. "Would you come with me to meet her? I've always wanted to meet her... Having you there would make it easier, I think."
"I...", she was shocked and humbled by his offer. "I would love that."
He smiled that beautiful smile. "The only thing I had of my mother's was her amulet. When I was told I was going to live in at Chantry I got so angry I threw it against a wall and it broke. I was such a foolish child."
"You were just a boy", she waved her hand as if to brush away his frown. "You were angry, it was not your fault."
"Yeah"
The village of Redcliffe was not as glorious as she thought it would be. Actually it looked as though it had just been under a severe attack. “Maker, what’s happened here?”, Alistair said as they walked up to the Chantry. It was even bigger and more glorious than the one in Lothering. Inside there were many children and elderly, whispers and cries.
"They must be seeking refuge", Morrigan said. "But from what?"
"I do not like this", Leliana added. "Something is off here."
A man with short red hair and a braid tucked behind his left ear approached him. Kitsune noted his stature and the sword in it's hilt. "Welcome, friends. What brings you to the Village of Redcliffe? As you can see we are not in the best shape, at the current moment."
"Bann Teagan?", Alistair questioned.
"Yes...?", the man looked him up and down. "Alistair?"
She knew Teagan was Arl Eamon's younger brother, if Alistair knew the Arl it was no surprise that he would know his kin.
"I haven't seen you since you were the boy with the muddy pants and scraped knees, playing in my brother's palace. Now here you are", he stared at the White Griffon on Alistair's armour. "A Grey Warden of all things."
Alistair blushed at all the flattery. "What’s going on here?", he asked. "The village looks like it's been at war."
"Something of the sort. I suppose you've heard about my brother's health. Shortly after he fell ill, they started coming from the castle." Teagan seemed deeply disturbed by whatever it was he was trying to explain.
"They?", Kitsune pressed.
"Corpses", he said in a cold voice.
"Corpses?", Kitsune, Alistair, and Leliana said in unison.
The Bann nodded slowly, he seemed to be reliving something painful as he spoke. "They've been coming every night since Eamon got ill. We've lost so many."
"Why haven't you sent for help?", Alistair asked the obvious question.
Teagan explained there wasn't anyone to help them. He refused to ask Denerim, Loghain was ruling and using his daughter, the Queen as a puppet. "I trust nothing that man says. He's a traitor."
"Maybe we can offer some help", Leliana said.
"Yes, we can go to the castle and find out what has transpired", Kitsune added.
Teagan looked to Alistair and with a slight smile said, "I'm glad you're back."
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