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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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It had been three days since Wynne left, three days since she last saw Cullen. It was unusual but she figured he wanted to keep his distance since Edward had seen them leaving the basement together. Still she couldn’t help but worry. “You wanted to see me First Enchanter?”, she asked as she entered his quarters.
   “Ah, Kitsune”, he walked over to the door to greet her with a hand on her shoulder. “I never got the chance to Congratulate you on becoming a mage.”
   “Thank you, First Enchanter.”
   “Your phylactery has been sent to Denerim. You are officially a mage in the Circle of Magi”, he beamed at her. There was so much pride in his eyes. “I would like to introduce you to Ser Duncan the Grey Warden”
   She blinked at this strange man in front of her. He had dark hair, pulled back and tied up. The gold earring in his right ear glinted in the light of the room. “A Grey Warden?” She had only read of them in the books she found in the library. “It is an honor”, she bowed.
   Duncan laughed, “No need for such formalities. However I am flattered.”
   “Where were we Duncan?” Irving left her side and returned to his chair across from Duncan.
   “We were discussing whether or not the Circle would be willing to relinquish more mages to the Grey Wardens. Now, I understand that you have already given us some of your best but seven is not enough.” Duncan’s voice was unwavering
   “I understand Ser Duncan. However, we will have to discuss the matter with the Knight-Commander” Irving looked to Kitsune. “Would you mind locating Ser Greagoir and asking him to join us?”
   She bowed, “Yes First Enchanter.” Their conversation continued as she exited the room. She looked for Greagoir in the places he usually was, the dining hall, the Grand Door, near the Senior Mages quarters, he was no where. She stopped to ask a Templar in the hall, “Excuse me…” He didn’t speak. She cleared her throat, “Where might I find the Knight-Commander?”
“In his quarters”, was all he said.
“Thank you”, she wasn’t entirely sure where his quarters were but she knew the Templars’ rooms were on
the third floor. She made her way up the stairs quickly, she didn’t want Irving and the Grey Warden to think she was not able to deliver a simple message. When she entered the Templar’s Quarters, she looked at the beds and wondered which one belonged to Cullen. She approached a door that had two Templars standing guard. “Is the Knight-Commander in here?” , she asked them. “I have a message from the First Enchanter.”
The two looked to each other. One nodded and the other opened the door. She stepped in and before she was barely inside they shut the door. They are never friendly, she thought. His quarters were a mess. Pieces of armour were thrown carelessly on the floor and oddly it smelled like blood. She looked around, it was completely empty. “Hello?”, she called out. She heard the sound of metal but not the familiar clinking of armour. “Hello? Knight-Commander Greagoir?”, she called out to the empty room. The sound of metal hitting the floor was louder now. It sounded as if it were coming from a door on the east side of the room. She walked towards it and heard a muffled voice. Two muffled voices. She put her hand on the doorknob.
Suddenly the door burst open, knocking her to the wood floor. She rubbed her lower back and looked up to Ser Greagoir, nothing on but a thin shirt and thinner pants covered in… blood. “I…”, she started to say but he pulled her up by her hair. “Knight-Commander… what are you doing?” She kicked her legs but he didn’t free her.
“Just the bitch I wanted to see”, he spat the words in her face. “I have a surprise for you, elf” He pulled her into the room, she saw the stairs before he threw her down them.
Her body twisted and turned four times before she landed at the bottom. Everything hurt, she was confused and scared.   Her vision was blurry but she didn’t need to see to know it was Cullen chained and shackled to a brick wall. “Cul…”, she tried to say but speaking hurt.
“Kitsune!”, his voice sounded hoarse and far away. A large, rough hand grabbed her by the neck. He sat her up against the wall opposite Cullen.
“I heard you fancy Templars”, he said into her ears.
That’s what this was… Greagoir knew.
“Greagoir”, Cullen coughed. “Let her go. This is my fault not hers”
He laughed an evil and terrible sound. “Do you know what happens to mages who fuck Templars, elf?”
He pulled her by her hair and shook her violently. “They die. But, I cannot kill you, seeing as you are Irving’s favorite little bitch, but I can do much more than that.”
“Greagoir, please don’t do this”, Cullen begged. “Please!”
   The Knight-Commander smashed her face into the floor. She could hear him shuffling behind her. She tried to kick him but he grabbed her ankle and squeezed it until she cried out. Cullen’s voice was hoarse as he screamed for the man to stop. Greagoir slapped the back of each thigh as he pushed her robes over her waist.
   She tried to crawl towards the stairs, her arm and ribs were badly injured. Greagoir pulled her by her ankles. “Now, now elf. Be a good girl and stay put. And no spells, or I’ll kill your lover”, he said as smiled tauntingly at Cullen. “And you wouldn’t want that would you?” He smashed her face into the floor again, hard enough for her nose to start bleeding.
   “Greagoir”, Cullen roared and thrashed against his chains. “Please! Take me-take me instead. Exile me, kill me. You can do anything to me, just please don’t do this!” He was trying to trade his life for hers.
   Kitsune reached her hand out to him. Every part of her body hurt from tumbling down the stairs. Her heart sank when she felt Greagoir’s sweaty hand rubbing her bottom through her underwear. The feeling of a blade being driven through the back of her outstretched hand made her scream. The dagger pinned her left hand to the wooden floor. There was a slow and steady stream of blood. She knew if she tried to remove it she would bleed uncontrollably and Greagoir would stab her again. “Knight-Commander, please stop this”, she whispered as he pulled her undergarments to her bent knees. “Please! No!”, her voice was shrill as his hand brushed her folds.
   “Greagoir! Don’t do this!”, Cullen pleaded. His chains rattled as he struggled to get free from the brickwall.
“Silence boy, or I’ll do much more than fuck her cunt”, his word were followed by the sound of him spitting. He inserted two fat wet fingers into her dry opening.
She cringed and shivered, holding in her screams. “Stop”, she pleaded.
“Mmm”, he growled. “So tight. I can hardly get my fingers in here. I suppose we’ll have to loosen you up.” He slid two more disgusting fingers into her hole. The friction hurt her badly, she wasn’t wet and there was no way she was going to get that way. When Greagoir realized this too, he withdrew his hand in frustration. “What’s wrong elf? You aren’t enjoying this?”
She screamed when he tore the dagger from her hand, “Ahh!”, she watched in horror as the hole in her hand started to spurt out blood.
“Stand up!”, Greagoir demanded. “Stand up!”
“I-I cannot!”, she exclaimed. Her left leg was numb, she wished her right one was too.
Greagoir lifted her by a fistful of silver hair. She cried out and reached for his grip. She felt some of her hair ripping from her scalp as he dragged her to Cullen. He threw her down in front of the Templar, Cullen grabbed her under her shoulders and dragged her closer to him. “You’re okay, love. I’m right here.”
She wanted to believe him she was almost sure he didn’t believe himself. She scrambled into his arms, panting and trembling in pain. She noticed that Cullen was also shaking but from what she did not know. Perhaps it was the many cuts and bruises he had on his torso and legs. Perhaps it was anger or fear.
Greagoir stood no less than two feet away from them. He glared at the two of them when he said, “Disgusting! A Templar and an elven mage. Sinners in the eyes of the Chantry and the eyes of the Maker.”
Cullen held Kitsune close to him. “Just let us go, Knight-Commander. We will not speak of this if you free us.”
The older man shook his head slowly. “You don’t understand, boy. It’s about learning your lesson. If I let you go, you will still love her and she, you. I have to break you. Break you until you cannot love her anymore.”
She looked up at Cullen. His honey eyes lingered on hers before he shut them. His lips moved quickly and silently, he was praying. The Maker would not save them now.
“Kiss her”, Greagoir commanded.
Cullen opened his eyes and smiled a weak and defeated smile. He quickly pecked her lips.
Greagoir laughed a disturbing sound. “Kiss her like you do when you fuck her.”
Cullen flinched at the offensive word but did as he was told. He kissed her forcefully, parting her lips and tasting her tongue. He tasted of blood and she was sure she tasted the same. Cullen pulled away.
“Keep going”, Greagoir said. “Until I tell you to stop.”
Cullen sighed and kissed her again. She wanted to resist him, he kissed her because he was forced. But this was still Cullen, he was still the man she thought she loved. She let herself enjoy his lips and his tongue. She didn’t know if this was the last time she would ever kiss him.
“Remove her clothes”, she heard Greagoir command. “All of them.”
Cullen stopped kissing her and stared into her grey eyes for a moment. She nodded to him despite herself. She didn’t want this to continue. She wanted to kill the Knight-Commander. She wanted to cast a spell, any spell and kill him. But she was too weak and she was sure she couldn’t kill him. If she casted, he would kill Cullen and that just wasn’t worth it. He undressed her, careful not to bump her arm which she was sure was broken or her hand which was still bleeding badly.
She was naked, cold, and bloodied. The feeling of Greagoir’s eyes roaming her nude form made her sick to her stomach. “Kiss her breasts, lick her nipples”, he commanded.
Cullen complied. He kissed each of her breasts and licked each nipple, they were already firm from the cold air of the dungeon.
“Keep doing it.”
Cullen continued to kiss and lick her large mounds. She couldn’t help the moans that passed her lips. Cullen squeezed one of them making her arch her back, her sore ribs throbbed in her torso.
“Put four fingers inside of her. The whore should be wet.”
Four? Greagoir’s finger were fat and short but Cullen’s were long and strong. Four would bring no pleasure. “Ahh, Cullen”, she gasped as he fit most of his hand inside her. She was being stretched in a way she did not like. She wasn’t wet enough to accommodate four long fingers. He was gentle until Greagoir grabbed his two-handed sword from the corner of the room, held it to Kitsune’s throat and told him, “Make it hurt. I want her to scream.”
Cullen slammed his hand into her, refusing to stop when she begged. “Please, Cullen!”, she choked back tears. “Ah, stop, it is t-too much!”
He didn’t stop, he just continued to hit the wall of her womb. “Relax”, she heard him whisper.
Relax? She couldn’t relax, it hurt too much. “Cullen!”
She felt him begin to slow and as he did she felt the tip of a blade press into the hollow of her throat. “Harder! Or I will cut her the way I cut you, boy!”
Cullen’s hand rammed into her over and over, she felt like she was going to vomit. “Relax your muscles, Kitsune”, he whispered in her ear.
She inhaled deeply and tried to do as he said. She unclenched her walls and let his hand glide with little resistance. A moan escaped her. This was actually beginning to feel good. The blade at her throat brought her back to the horrible reality that this was not pleasurable. Her body did not agree, she was getting wet, very wet.
Greagoir inhaled deeply, “She’s aroused enough, boy”, he slapped Cullen with the flat of his blade, knocking him over and her out of his arms. Greagoir threw down sword and retrieved the dagger. He grabbed Kitsune by her right leg and dragged her away from Cullen. She tried to grab for him but he was already out of her reach. He forced her to her knees, pushed her front end down and forced her bottom in the air. “I’ll show you what it’s like to fuck a real man, elf.”
“No! Let her go! Please, don’t do this Greagoir!”, Cullen was screaming, his chains straining against the wall they were bolted to.
Kitsune tried again to get away but he used a dagger through her right hand to pin her to the wooden floor again. “Quiet, both of you or I will do much worse than fuck an elf!”
Both of them were quiet. They were both too afraid to speak but Cullen continued to rattle against his holdings.
He rubbed her bottom and spread her folds. She felt his tongue poke at her entrance. “Mmm. So sweet.” She shivered and whimpered. She heard the unbuckling of his belt and pants and felt the fat tip of his erection prodding her wet hole.
“Ahh!”, she gasped as his short, fat member penetrated her. He thrust into her quickly, the rest of his manhood slapped against her bare bottom. His moans and grunts made her mouth water and her stomach lurch. She closed her eyes and wished for this all to end. Cullen continued to fight against his chains. She watched him as he did so. Her nose filled with the scent of blood. Her body was sore and numb. Her head pounded and her heart was fluttering. Each of Greagoir’s thrusts created a hole in her heart and a tear in her soul. The last thing she saw was Cullen’s tear streaked face and the last thing she heard was the Knight-Commander’s grunts.
The feeling of the dagger being pulled out of her hand woke her with a start. The feeling of familiar hands on her back calmed her. She felt something wet and warm on those hands. “Kitsune?”
“Cullen?”, she could hardly speak.
“I’m so sorry”, he cried into her back.
“I should have stopped you”, was all she could manage.

   Strong arms carried her. She could feel blood drip from the holes in her hands. She heard the murmurs of mages and Templars in the halls. All she could see was his earring shining in the light.

The warmth of a powerful healing spell coaxed her out of her sleep.
   "First Enchanter", Duncan said. "Cullen explained everything to me. H-he's in no condition to speak. I will relay the story as best I can."
   "Two days? How could no one notice the boy was missing for two days?", Irving touched her forehead. "How could Greagoir do such a horrible thing?" He sighed.
   "First Enchanter?", she rasped. Her throat hurt.
   "Kitsune", Irving smiled at her.

   Cullen had broken from his chains, they told her. He slit Greagoir's throat with the dagger. To protect him from the Chantry, Duncan would claim it was he who killed the Knight-Commander. "Where is he?", she asked when they finished telling her.
   Duncan sighed, "He left this for you." He handed her a piece of parchment sealed with a glob of red wax.
   With shaky hands, she read it:
   In another world we could be together.
   She stared at the letter until words began to blur. "Will he return?", she asked Irving. "Will he come back?"
He shook his head slowly. "I am not sure child. But, this thing you have between you... it cannot be."
She nodded. She knew that it was impossible, things like this would happen again. Or just once more. She didn't care about herself, only him. The two men left her with tears in her eyes and the parchment in her hand. She was angry, scared, sad... there was nothing here for her now. Nothing but painful memories. Make me Tranquil, she prayed to the Maker. I cannot stand to feel this way. If she were made Tranquil she would no longer dream, or feel. There would be no emotions and only faded memories. She thought of his honey eyes, blonde hair, the scar from his cheek to his lips. How his lips felt on hers, how she felt when they were together in the basement.
Her tears dripped on the letter. I cannot stay here.
"You are sure, Kitsune?", Irving asked her for what seemed liked the one hundredth time. "You want to go with Duncan?"
She had made up her mind two days ago. Become a Grey Warden or Tranquil. If she wanted to keep her memories of Cullen and her emotions, the good and bad, the choice seemed easy. "Yes First Enchanter", she sighed. "I am sure." There is nothing here for me.
“The journey to Ostagar will take three days, Kitsune”, Duncan said as he carried a chest of her belongings. “We will pass through the Hinterlands”
She had only read about the Hinterlands lush forests and beautiful hills. “I am ready Ser Duncan”, she grabbed her staff and looked one last time at her bed. For nineteen years no one but her had slept in that bed. She was ready to see Ferelden.
After a long goodbye with the First Enchanter she found herself nervously waiting for Kester the ferryman outside of the Tower. “This is your first time outside of the Tower isn’t it?”, Duncan questioned.
Kitsune looked in awe at Lake Calenhad. It was glorious and it made her feel so small. “Yes”, she breathed, the chill of the morning air felt good against her skin. “It is beautiful”
Duncan scoffed, “Yes, I guess it might be to someone who has only seen it from high up”
Kester arrived with the ferry, “Grey Warden”, he nodded respectfully to Duncan and to her, “M’lady.”
She smiled at the old man, “I am Kitsune.”
His eyes grew wide, “The babe I found abandoned in the Spoiled Princess?”
“Yes. I have always wanted to meet you”, she extended her hand. “I owe my life to you, ser”
He shook her small hand. “You are going off to become a Grey Warden?”
“Yes”, she answered as Kester helped her into the boat. Duncan followed close behind.
“Quite the honor”, he was beaming. “Knowing I had a hand in make a Grey Warden.”
The boat ride was quick but that didn’t stop Kitsune from admiring the blue of the lake or the sound of the gulls above her.   Horses waited for them, tied to a post at the Spoiled Princess. She studied the lonely pub. Someone left me in there, she thought. Duncan brought her a grey horse, “His name is Bailey.” He put the reins in her hand.
She had never seen an animal this big before. The biggest one she had ever seen was one of the cats they kept in the Tower to catch the mice. Oliver was his name. “Bailey”, she said to the horse. She touched the bridge of his nose and he responded by blowing warm air through his nose. The saddle was up very high, almost twice her height. Duncan effortlessly got on his brown horse but this would be a struggle for the elf. “Ser Duncan?”
He chuckled, “Sorry about that, Kitsune” He hopped down and lifted her effortlessly onto Bailey’s back. She didn’t know what lay in store for her, but she felt safe by Duncan’s side.
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