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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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Wynne helped her prepare for her Harrowing. They spent the next two days going over every spell in the Primal and Creation schools that she knew. “You’ll do fine”, Wynne told her with a hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you, Senior Enchanter”, she said as she bowed and made her way back to her quarters. In the morning she would be in the Harrowing Chamber.
She entered the Harrowing Chamber, she watched the eyes of the Knight-Commander and the First Enchanter follow her to the center of the room. There was a pair of honey eyes missing. “Kitsune, did you select a Templar to oversee your Harrowing?”, Irving asked.
“Yes, ser. I have chosen Templar Cullen.”
Greagoir snorted, a disgusting sound.
Irving shot him a look.
The chamber doors opened. Cullen walked in, armour clinking, longsword at his side. He bowed to the First Enchanter and the Knight-Commander before taking his place beside Greagoir. “Very well”, Irving said. “Let’s begin.”
A few words were said by Irving and Greagoir. She didn’t hear them, she was fixated on Cullen. She stared at his armoured feet and wondered why he wouldn’t look at her. Why he had told her to stop him. It wasn’t love.   She swallowed the lump in her throat and put her hand to the raw Lyrium. She watched it glow on her hands and through the blinding blue light she looked to those honey eyes and thought she saw a single tear drop from them.
The Fade was a cruel place when entered through raw Lyrium she realized. There were twisted vines and shadows seemed to dart away when she tried to look at them. She wandered through the twisted vines, passed the shadows and into a place where everything was on fire. She avoided it for now but made sure to remember where exactly it was. She walked until she came to a small lump on the ground.
“Not another one”, it said as she got close. “They still send you poor things in here. Unprepared and shaking like newborn pups.”
Kitsune looked closely at the small lump, it was no lump, but a mouse. “Are you a spirit?” she asked.
“Yes”, the mouse said. In seconds the mouse was gone, replaced with a man. A mage. “You doing your Harrowing, yes?”
She stood stunned for a moment. She knew some mages could shapeshift but she didn’t see it done often. “Yes, I am”
“Nasty Circle, nastier Templars”, he spat.
“Why are you here? Did you fail your Harrowing?”
The spirit shrugged, “I’m not sure anymore. I have been here much too long. Come along"
"What should I call you?", she asked him as the walked along a path.
"Mouse, I suppose", he shrugged again.
"Where are you taking me, Mouse?"
"To see about getting you a weapon."
After a bit of walking they stopped at a hill. "Up there you will find a weapon", Mouse told her.
She studied the hill, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. She climbed, it was much steeper than she thought. When she got to the top there was a weapon rack stacked with swords, daggers, but no staves. She started to call down for Mouse but stopped when she saw a spirit manifest in front of her.
   "Ah! A mage. Elven too", said the spirit in a loud and boisterous voice. "Come to look at my wares?"
"Actually, I was hoping you had a staff."
"Ha!", he laughed. "If it is a staff you be wantin’ then we must duel"
She couldn't duel him. She was a mage. The most she could manage without a staff was Arcane Bolt and even that was weak without one. "I am not here to duel you, spirit. I seek help with my Harrowing"
"Harrowing? Yes you will need help indeed if you are unarmed while the demon searches for you", he seemed to be thinking deeply about something. "No duel, no weapon"
She sighed. "You would rather take advantage of me? You'd kill me yourself then?"
"Kill you?", he barked. "I am the Spirit of Valor! I do not kill unarmed mages"
She extended her hand, "Then help me"
"Yes, you are right", he manifested a long black staff from seemingly no where. "Good luck, elf."
She bowed to the spirit and made her way back down the hill to Mouse. "I got a staff", she said to her guide.
"And you didn't even have to duel him?", he asked, impressed. "Are you ready?"
Was she ready to fight the demon that hunted her? No. But she was ready to get out of the Fade. Mouse led her back to the area that was covered in flames, the same one she had passed previously. "He's in there", Mouse pointed to a small opening between the flames.
Kitsune grasped her staff in both hands and walked in the opening with Mouse close behind her. The flames made an ominous crackling sound all around them. She saw something rising from the ground. It was fire, fire that was growing closer and taller. A rage demon. "Harrowing mage", it hissed. "So easy to control."
"Stay back demon!", Mouse shouted. She looked to him and saw that he was no longer a man but a bear. He launched an attack on the Rage Demon. While he had it pinned to the ground, tearing at its throat, she cast Cone of Ice on the beast. With a few slashes from Mouse and a few more spells from herself, the demon was dead.
Kitsune breathed heavily, "That was too easy", she concluded.
"Or maybe you are just that strong", Mouse was back in his human form.
No... something wasn't right. "Have you helped mages before me Mouse?"
"One or two. One forgets... it's been a very long time"
"Was it this easy for them?"
He chuckled but it sounded wrong, deep and dark, very dark. "You are a smart one" his voice was not the same it rumbled in her chest. "I can get out of here. You just have to let me in."
Her thoughts were tangled and her breathing rasped in her chest. "No", she choked.
Mages who are weak. She could feel herself fading away, just like in the library with the Abomination. "Just let me in", he said again.
"No!", she covered her ears. "I will never give in to a demon."
The demons laughter shook and disturbed her.
No. I promised. I... promised him. A power rose from deep within her. "I will not let you out of the Fade", she said between gritted teeth. She grasped the staff so tight in her hands she thought it might snap. Her stomach grew warm with a spell.
"You are weak", the demon said.
She smiled, "I might be... but you are not getting out of here." She let the lightning shoot from the staff and hit Mouse in the chest. He fell hard to the ground, unmoving.
Exhausted, she fell to her knees. "Wake up, Kitsune. You have to wake up", she said to herself. "Wake up."
She awoke to the familiar ceiling of the infirmary. Her head was throbbing and her stomach churned, she leaned over the side of the bed and vomited on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She groaned her displeasure as she stepped over the bile to search for a bucket and rag. When she finished wiping up the mess she sat back on her heels and wiped the sweat from her brow. My Harrowing, she thought. I passed it. Her head still hurt and her stomach wasn't settled, she climbed back in the bed.
Wynne walked into the infirmary with a steaming bowl in her hands. "I thought you might be awake by now", she said setting the bowl on the table beside Kitsune. "Congratulations, dear."
She smiled weakly and sat up to eat the soup. "Thank you, Senior Enchanter"
"Templar Cullen will be here shortly to escort you to your new sleeping quarters", she said as she put the rag and bucket away.
She nodded and sipped the hot liquid off her spoon.
Cullen arrived as she finished the soup. "Senior Enchanter", he bowed to Wynne. She offered him a kind smile, he did not return it. "Are you ready?" he asked Kitsune.
"Yes", she mumbled. She watched Wynne watching them. She gave Kitsune the same smile she gave Cullen. They left the room without any other words. He walked with perfect posture, she noticed. Almost as if he was marching. She walked behind him until they reached the small room they had been in two days before. She stopped following him and stared at the door.
He must have heard her stop, she heard his clinking stop and draw closer. She touched the part of the door that was cracked. "I should have...", she said to the door. "I should have stopped you." Her back was to him but she knew the lines in his face were there.
"I wish you had", he said putting a large hand over the crack. "It was my fault. You cannot be blamed."
"Cullen", she turned to face him. His face was cold and his honey eyes were unwelcoming. She reached to touch the scar on his face.
"Don't", it was barely audible. He caught her wrist before she could touch him. She raised her other hand but he grabbed that wrist too. He pushed her against the door, it was rough and it hurt. "Don't do this"
"Cullen", she said through tear filled eyes. "Look at me."
He stared into her grey eyes. "Kitsune, we can't do this." His words were not soft. They stabbed her like daggers. "It cannot happen."
"I know that." The tears rolled down her cheeks. She squirmed under the grip of his hands on her wrist.     He released her. He punched the crack in the door, creating a large hole. She sank to her knees as the splinters fell in her silver hair. Her body convulsed while she sobbed and rubbed her wrists. He paced for a moment, biting a leather knuckle. He crouched in front of her. He grabbed her hands, taking them gently into his own. He saw the red marks and cringed. "I'm sorry", he said to her wrists. "If someone found out, we would both be killed."
She knew the risks, she tried to pretend she didn't. He set her hands in her lap and dusted the splinters from her hair. "If I were not a mage..." she sniffled. "If you were not a Templar..."
"But we don't live in that world." She wished that they could. She wanted to know what it felt like. To have him love her. "Please don't cry. I don't like to see you this way."
   "I wish I had failed my Harrowing", she whispered.
   His lip curled up in anger. She had never seen this face. "What?!" He all but screamed at her. "You would've rather me kill you?"
   She laughed and it sounded strange in her own ears. "It would be better than this."
   He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "I prayed to the Maker that you would pass your Harrowing." She saw tears form in his eyes. "If you failed... I wouldn't have been able to stop you" He drew in a shaky breath. "I would've let you kill me. This world is much too cruel without you in it."
   Reluctantly she put her hand on his face. "We cannot help who we love", she said Wynne's words to the Templar. "Do not ask me to pretend my feelings do not exist. I tried that already."
   He smirked, "So did I." He stood up pulling her to her feet with him. "We have to hide this. We cannot let anyone find out."
   "I know." She looked around the empty hall. It was supper time and almost every mage and Templar would be in the dining hall. Running a finger along the hilt of his sword she asked, “Where can we hide? You broke the door.”
   “I know of a place, come with me.”
   Kitsune followed him to the basement door. A place where mages were not allowed. He produced a key from a place she didn’t see and unlocked the door. “Are you sure about this?”
   “I’m not sure of any of this”, he said.
   She went in first. It smelled of damp and dust. A single lit torch hung on the wall, he grabbed it and shut them in, locking the door behind them. The halls were narrow and long. She felt that they had been walking forever and until they came to a large door with two suits of armour standing guard. They made her uneasy, nervous. This door wasn’t locked, he pushed it open.
   There were a few glass vials along the walls. All of them filled with blood. “These are the phylacteries?”
   He set the torch in a holster on the cobwebbed wall. “Yes.”
   She walked along the shelves, towards the back of the room a faint light began to glow. She drew closer to it and grew brighter. The vial in front of her, was hers. It glowed so bright it lit the room better than the torch by the door. Her hand shook as she reached for it. This was what kept her here, locked in this tower, this vial of blood. She took it from the shelf and cradled it in her hands. With this any Templar could find her, they could own her. If she dropped it, she could disappear, with him.
   His hand grabbed the vial from her and he set it back on the shelf. “Its beautiful.”
   She scoffed, “How is that beautiful?”
   He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist. The armour made it impossible for her to touch her own hands. “Because it’s a part of you”
   Maybe it was beautiful. Maybe it was foolish to destroy it. “There are not that many.” Her eyes swept the shelves.
   He breathed into her hair. “There are not that many apprentice mages. Once you pass your Harrowing your phylactery is sent to Denerim.” He led her away from the shelves to the center of the room. Her vial dimmed but still shone in the nearly dark room. His lips were on hers before she could say anything further. His tongue entered her mouth, dancing with hers. She moaned into him, reaching for the straps under his armour and unlatching each piece, letting them hit the stone floor. He pulled the robes over her head and arms, letting them fall to a heap on the floor. Their eyes met, she admired the way the shadows danced across his face, across his scar. He tucked her hair behind her ears, exposing them to the cold air of the dungeon. “Stop hiding them.” His fingers traced their length. “I want you to stop hiding who you are.”
   “Neither of us know who I am”, she said.
   “I know who you are”, he said confidently. “You are Kitsune, an elven mage who grew up in the Circle of Magi. You are amazing at frost spells but complete rubbish at your fire spells”, they both smiled. “You’re an orphan raised by the First Enchanter”, he kissed her collarbone. “Maybe you’re Dalish, maybe you’re not”, he kissed the base of her neck. “You cry too much. You try to atone for sins that are not yours”, he kissed her chin. “You love a foolish Templar”, he kissed her lips.
   “How do you know all of that?”
   “Wynne told me.”
   “She told you I love a Templar?” She licked the space between his lips.
   “She didn’t have to”
   “Foolish indeed”, she said to him. “How can I love someone I do not know?”
   He shrugged, “What do you want to know?” He bent down to one knee and kissed her stomach.
   “Everything”, she moaned. Her naked body shivered as his strong, warm hands gripped her hips, forcing her to lean against his face.
“I have three siblings”, he said as he spread her folds with his tongue. He licked her twice. “Two sisters and a brother.” His breath was warm against the most sensitive parts of her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing his face back into her. He licked her, circling his tongue around the small pebble between her legs. He pulled away, she growled in protest. “My last name is Rutherford.” She pushed the back of his head, he didn’t budge. He stood up and turned her around pressing their skin together. He cupped her breasts, “I joined the Templars to prove my worth.”
She tilted her head back to look at him, “To whom?”
“Myself.”
His pleasure pressed against her lower back. “To hunt mages”, she said quietly.
He grabbed her by her silver hair, “How many have I hunted, Kitsune?”
“None”, she whispered.
He threw her head forward and forced her legs apart with one foot. His fingers touched her wet opening.
She gasped as she felt two of them enter her. A firm hand on the center of her back forced her to bend, her eyes staring at the floor. He was rough with her, forcing his fingers deep inside her. She couldn’t stifle her cries, he didn’t seem to mind. “How many have I loved?” She barely heard him over herself.
“None”, she managed between gasps. His fingers stopped mid stroke. Her thighs quivered. A sharp sting on her bottom shocked her. She looked back at him to see his hand still in the air. He spanked her again in the same sore spot.
“How many?” He forced a third finger into her. Pain and pleasure. The stinging of her behind and the stretching of her hole excited her. “How many?” He asked loudly over her moans and heavy breathing.
She didn’t want to answer, “I…”, she breathed.
He pulled her up by her hair and spanked her again. He wrapped his hand around her throat and pressed his fingers deeper into her. She felt her moans vibrating against his hand. His fingers were working her, driving her crazy. Her nails clawed at the hand on her throat and one of his thighs. She was coming undone again, clenching and unclenching, stars and colors she didn’t know. “Just you”, he said as she melted into him. “Only you.”
He removed his fingers and she moaned. “Cullen”, she turned to face him. “Is this love?”
He pulled her to the floor with him, he lie on his back as he lifted her by the hips and set her on top of him. He grinded against her and she could feel every part of his length lying flat between her legs. “In another world”, he answered, “it’s much more than that.”
Kitsune leaned back, grabbing his length and sliding herself down it until both of their pelvises touched. His hips rocked her forward, her nails dug into the skin on his chest.   Why is not this world, she thought. Why did the Maker hate her so. “Please… tell… me” She moaned as he pushed and pulled her hips, sliding himself inside and out. “Please… Cullen…”
He sat up, pressing his face to her breasts. “I can’t” he groaned.
“Just once”, she begged.
He was being rough again. His nails were digging into her hips as he moved her body. The tears escaped from her and dripped on his brow. He stopped abruptly and stared at her with honey eyes. He reached a hand to wipe the tears. “Maybe someday.” She slapped his hand away and it fell to the stone beneath them. He picked it up and tried again, she did the same. The crease above his nose showed his frustration. He grabbed a fistful of silver hair, his other hand he wrapped around her throat again. She slapped him across the face but he merely chuckled. “Was that supposed to hurt?”, he growled. He released her hair and spanked her in the spot that was still stinging.
He pulled her hair again, yanking her head back, exposing more of her neck. The hand on her throat tightened, enough to make her tremble. He was stronger than her, he could overpower her and he was abusing that power. “Cul…”, was all she could manage before her thrust into her again. Her grey eyes rolled back as he forced himself deep into her. Cullen, she thought. It was the only word that would come to her. She pulled his hair, clawed at his shoulders but he kept her in place by her hair and neck. “I love you”, she whispered.
“I know.” Without removing himself from her, he turned her around and forced her to her knees. He released her and put his hands at her hips, slamming her against his pelvis.
“I love you”, she moaned to the stone her tears were falling on.
He slowed his movements, returning to a gentle rhythm. “Stop”, he told her.
“I love you”
He stopped completely. “Stop saying that.” His hand smacked her bottom with a deafening crack.
She didn’t speak, she pulled away but he brought her right back to him, sheathing himself in her.
He pressed his chest to her back, her arms quivered under his weight. “I love you”, he breathed on her neck. She felt him twitch inside her then the heat of his release.
Both out of breath neither moved.   Her arms gave in and they both fell. “You are heavy”, she said under his weight.
He chuckled, “Sorry about that”, He rolled off of her.
Inhaling deeply she asked, “Did you mean it?”
He exhaled loudly, “I... yes.”
They dressed and walked quietly out of the basement. Cullen opened the door to the first floor of the Tower, they were greeted by a follow Templar. “Cullen”, the Templar said. He looked between them. “The Knight-Commander has been looking for you.”
“Thank you, Edward” he answered.
Kitsune didn’t look at the other Templar. She kept her eyes on the ground. After a long pause Edward made his way down the hall. Kitsune released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “What if he says something?”, she asked.
   Cullen sighed, “I’ll talk to him.”
   With that he left her in the hall alone. She walked in the opposite direction of him, her legs were still weak from her unravelling a few minutes before. She heard footsteps coming towards her. “Senior Enchanter Wynne?”
The old woman was walking down the hall with a Tranquil mage in tow carrying a chest.
   “Kitsune. I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to say goodbye.”
   “Goodbye?” Where was she going?
   “The King of Ferelden has summoned mages to join in the fight against the darkspawn. I thought my healing abilities would be of more use there, on the battlefield.” Her words sounded brave and admirable.
   She felt that she was losing her for good. “Oh, they will be lucky to have you”, she said.
   Wynne put a hand on Kitsune’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself, child”
   She wrapped her arms around the woman, “Do the same, Wynne. I will see you again.” She didn’t know how sure she was of that.
   Wynne returned the hug, “Of course.”
   She was gone, the Tranquil following close behind. There wasn’t much Kitsune knew about the outside world. Darkspawn? She thought they had all died in the last Blight. The King himself had requested mages, that made her wonder about wars. Maybe life here in the tower was not so bad. She had Cullen to make things better after all.
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