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Hollow Like My Soul	By : TheStarvingArtist Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON AGE. This is a work of fiction, and I make no money from it. This fic contains dialogue from the game.

Chapter List
- 1-Hollow Like My Soul
- 2-Part Two
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Author's Note: Sorry these chapters are so short, and I'm also a bit sorry that it takes me a while to write them. I have a lot of ideas that bounce around that I'm trying to get through as well *nods* But there will be smut in this, I promise, I just haven't gotten there yet.

Part Two

When the bells started to ring, I could hear people yelling outside. Huddling back in the corner of my cell, I tried to blend into the stone, willing everyone to forget about me. Maybe they wouldn’t really remember I was there? Maybe I would be safe here in my cell, rather than be thrown to an angry mob if I just stayed quiet...
The guards looked nervously at each other as I watched them, and I felt a surge of panic. Something was wrong, I could see it in their eyes. Frowning, I shifted just a little closer, watching as all four of them ran for the door. At first, I was relieved that they’d left, until I realized that it meant I was still trapped, and the sounds of a battle echoed down the steps. Standing up, I moved to lean on the bars, muttering, “What the frell is going on...?”
“You!” a soft voice urged, making me jump as I turned to find some guy in a weird hat.
“Holy ssss, where did you come from?!” I half-shouted, stepping away from him as he reached for the door, looking at me with pale blue-grey eyes.
“You’re the Herald!” he said, his eyes pleading at me to listen. “I came to warn you, to help! The Templars... the mages... they’re coming for you!”
“Wh-what?!” I cried, trying to keep my distance from him as he rattled the door, hands struggling to pick the lock. “But... wh-why?!”
“You made them angry,” he said, trying to work quickly as I watched him. “You took something, and they want it back...”
“But...” I said softly, my voice almost lost over the growing din outside, “I.. I didn’t take anything...”
The sound of a door crashing open made me jump, footsteps rushing down the steps as I tried to look around the bars to see who was coming. Glancing back, I blinked as I realized I was alone in the room again before the guards filed back into the room, looking tense and anxious. It wasn’t until I realized the handsome one with the lip-scar was with them that it dawned on me that this was serious. Stepping back from the door as one of the guards hurried to unlock it, I swallowed heavily, leaning against the wall.
“H-hey, guys... um... Long time, no see... What, uh... what’s going on?” I tried to ask, ears flicking a little as I looked at their tense faces, squeaking a little when Cullen ordered two of the guards to grab me. “Wait, please, I—there’s been a misunderstanding! I, I did a good thing! I helped! I’m s-still helpful!” I couldn’t help struggling as they took hold of my arms, yanking me out of my cell as I fought them. I managed to keep them from taking me very far, digging in my heels and flailing my arms when they tried to tie my hands behind my back. Once the shackles were back in place, I started to scream, willing someone, anyone to come and help me.
I didn’t see the swing of his arm, just saw the stars that danced across my vision when he backhanded me. Copper exploded in my mouth as I stumbled, falling to the floor as I tried to catch myself. I reached for my face, just as that same hand grabbed the back of my tunic, hauling me to my feet and roughly shoving me towards the door. I stumbled a few times, wincing as I felt my hair catch in Cullen’s armor. He was furious, even more than usual as he pushed me about. My head was still spinning as I was yanked up the stairs and forced out into the open.
Once outside, I could see the battle being waged around me, hulking monsters of red crystal rushing at the Inquisition forces. I almost wanted to cheer, to spit on the soldiers that had kept me locked up—until I saw a man cleaved in two in front of me. I lost my voice, then.
When I tried to balk, Cullen yanked hard, dragging me forward as I tried to shout for help, trying to get myself free. I didn’t know what they were planning to do, exactly, but it wasn’t going to be good...
The battle hit a lull as I was pulled out of the gates and shoved towards a stake planted in the ground. The camp around us burned, the red-crystal creatures falling as the guards tied me roughly to the stake. “The bulk of the army is still coming,” Cullen said as the ropes were secured, even as I struggled weakly to get free. “We don’t have the numbers to stop them, we’ll have to make a run for it. And you,” he said, leveling that cold gaze on me as a rag was shoved in my mouth and knotted into my hair, “will be the distraction.”
He cut off my screams with another sharp back-handed slap, instructing his soldiers where they needed to position themselves as my heart pounded in my chest. Even though no one listened, the men rushing around me as if I wasn’t there, I started to scream, tears falling down my face as I begged for someone, anyone, to cut me loose. It wasn’t until I overheard the plans that I started to panic, struggling hard as I could against my bonds.
They were going to bury the army in an avalanche, and me along with it. I tried to fight, to lash out at them, but a rag was pressed over my mouth and nose, the smell of sickly-sweet flowers drowning my senses, and then I only knew darkness again.

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When I started to come to, I could hear voices, but my head throbbed painfully and I couldn't make them out. Something cold touched my chin and I was vaguely aware of my head being tilted up. Flinching, I tried to blink the fog away as I looked down a broadsword at a man who didn't stay in focus for long. All I could make out were amber eyes, and for a moment, I thought Cullen had come back to finish the job, and I bit back a sob.
Good. Finally, it would end.
“Oh, dear, Raleigh,” a soft voice said, making me twitch just a little. “Do you make all the girls cry at the sight of your face, or just the pretty ones?”
“Shut it, Calpernia,” a harsh voice replied as I tried to focus again. Not Cullen? No, too pale for that, and dark hair, eyes that looked hounded, dogged even. Not cold amber.
There were more voices as I tried to push the headache aside, trying to keep up with the discussion. A trap? She was trying to remember, there was something important, she felt like she should... probably tell them... The woman took my face in her hands, frowning at what she was there before she reached up to untie the cloth. The knot took a few tugs to come free, my hair tangled with it as I flinched and whimpered, telling myself not to cry, just hold still for a little while...
The cloth fell away and I stretched my jaw for a moment before I managed to cough, “A-avalanche...”
A loud clunk, woosh, and sudden silence followed as I flinched, looking around blearily as the world exploded into movement. For a moment, I thought I would be left, and I tried to look over my shoulder to see what was happening before I suddenly came free from the pole. I wasn't able to catch myself in time before arms grabbed me, gathering me up and carrying me off. There was a distant but growing roar somewhere around me, and the cold iron against my face rumbled with it as I tried to reach up to cover my ears. I was jostled and bounced, and I couldn't see anything but flashes of red and white and leather before I was suddenly falling, tumbling ass over teakettle into darkness. I remembered something hitting me hard and oblivion swallowed me before I landed.
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