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Memory of Death	By : TomaHawke Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ALTERNATE ENDING!!!
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Hawke dragged himself with his only arm, a trail of blood painted along the stone floor of the cave. He ever so slowly made his way further into the depths of the Deep Roads, where he knew the templars wouldn’t follow, cowards that they were.
The transformation started to recede as his strength slowly left him. He was dying, and he knew it all too well. But he wouldn’t leave this world without a fight. He would see his son safe and his lover free before he passed on.
“Fenris, Fenlen, I’m coming,” he said in a throaty rasp before everything went black.
He awoke again to the tarp ceiling of a tent and sighed. “Why am I always being picked up by strangers while I’m near dying?” he asked himself in exasperation.
“I wouldn’t know. You’re just lucky I guess,” said an amused old dwarf.
The mage eyed the other male warily. “You wouldn’t happen to be thinking of selling me into slavery would you?”
The dwarf gave him a funny look. “Now where did you get that idea?” he asked.
Hawke shrugged with his one good arm. “That’s what happened last time someone nursed me from the edge of death.”
The elder hummed thoughtfully and inhaled from his smoking pipe.
“Say, what were you doing down in the Deep Roads anyway?” the blond inquired. “It takes a lot of balls to come down here.”
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” the dwarf asked in amusement, and Hawke shrugged again. “Humph! I was on an expedition. There are a lot of untapped resources down in these here caves.”
“Eh, too many darkspawn for my liking,” the mage commented. “So… How long have I been out exactly?”
“About three days, give or take.”
“Th-three? I have to go! I have to find them-!” Toma panicked, struggling to sit up.
“Whoa! Hold your horses there lad! You’re in no condition to be goin’ anywhere, me thinks,” the old dwarf pushed the human down by the shoulders. “Now there’s a good boy. Calm down and tell what you’re in a hurry about.”
“My lover and my son,” the golden-eyed man explained. “I have to find them. We were former slaves, and I need to know that they are safe.”
“Ah, I see then. Let me at least give you some supplies, and maybe fashion you a crutch. I’m pretty certain you’ll need with that injured thigh.”
“T-thank you Ser. Thank you so very much. You don’t know what your kindness means to me,” Hawke wept with his gratefulness.
The elder turned away with embarrassment, face flushed, mumbling something about packing as he exited the tent.
“Thank the Maker,” he whispered.
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Toma limped slowly along, making his way towards the alienage of Kirkwall, instinctively knowing that, that was where he would find his family. It had taken him several weeks to journey there, but he was confident in this.
He entered through the gate, hobbled down the stairs and into the market square where the *vhendadahl grew. There, like a dream, he saw his lover haggling over flour while he held Fenlen’s hand to keep him from running off. His weary gold gaze met the bright green of his son’s, and before he realized, Fenris was shouting after the boy and he was being knocked to the ground from the impact of the small child to his chest, a bit larger and healthier looking than he remembered.
Toma wheezed out a laugh, ignoring his still-lingering injuries, as he squeezed the child tightly.
“I apologize, Ser,” Fenris said as he jogged towards them. “I don’t know what got into him, usually he is so well-mannered. I…” The elf froze as his eyes landed upon the human ex-slave’s face. “Hawke,” he said hesitantly.
“Sorry it took so long for me to get here, love. I took a bit of a detour, you see,” the mage grinned jokingly.
“Papa what happened to your arm?!” Fenlen exclaimed.
Fenris’s own gaze was drawn toward the bandage-wrapped stump; it had been cut off a few inches below the shoulder.
“You should have seen it!” Hawke exclaimed excitedly. “There was this huge dragon, and he was really hungry, you see-“
“It’s my fault. I should have stayed to help you fight them,” the elder elf said mournfully as he knelt next to the mage, hesitantly touching the amputated limb.
Toma’s enthusiasm for his false tale extinguished in the face of Fenris’s sorrow. “It’s not your fault, love. You got my son – our son to safety, and that is all that matters to me. What’s an arm to that?” he asked, reaching his remaining hand to stroke the warrior’s cheek lovingly. “As long as I have you two by my side, nothing can take me. I am invincible!” He grinned, prompting a small smile from his lover.
“Of course… **emma vhenan.”
Hawke’s smile was more blinding than the sun as he basked in the presence of the two people that made up his life.
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* Vhendadahl – the tree of the people (the tree that grows in the middle of the alienage in Kirkwall)
** Emma vhenan – my heart
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