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Iridescence	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dragon Age 2 is owned by Bioware, as with all it's characters, the story as it deviates from canon is mine however, as with the personalities of characters as they deviate from those in the game. In case you haven't noticed, I have gone decidedly off-canon. However, I that's part of the fun of fanfiction, right?? ;-)

Again, he found himself looking up at a tall tower. It wasn't like the place they kept the mages in, either in his homeland or this new one. It was scarier, especially with the dark sky looming beyond it. Old vines crawled all over the place, yet the tower of stone seemed surprisingly in good shape despite how old it was. Inside, he heard the growling grow louder. Walking up the twisting stairs, getting closer every second, his breathing grew more eratic with every step.. He knew what was at the top, and yet he couldn't help himself; he continued to climb higher and higher, despite the end that awaited him.
Finally a large wooden door came into view. On it, a metal doorknocker in the shape of a dragon's head seemed to almost come alive in the shimmer from the moonlight that shone in from a nearby window. Caustiously, he reached a trembling hand forward, towards the dragon head. With his hands just inches away, the eyes of dragon started to glow a fierce red, and smoke started to curl out from it's mouth.
Terrified, he wanted to run, to get help, but he couldn't move. Again, he heard the Lady's call. Coming to him from beyond the door. Begging him to come see her, to help her.... The compultion was almost too much to bare, it prickled at his skin and made him pant heavily and his skin sweat. He wanted to help the Lady, but he was afraid. Afraid of the eyes that watched him, afraid of the growling he heard beyond the door. Slowly, he reached his hand forward again and pushed the door open.
However, just as the door swung wide enough for him to look inside, a giant fire ball flew straight at him, engulfing him in its painful flames.

"FATHER!!"
"Sandal! Are you alright, my boy?" Bodahn ran over to his son's bed, trying to calm the crying and trembling youngster. "By the Maker boy, was it another dream?"
Sandal didn't answer, not yet. His breathing was frantic, his eyes wide, his body drenched from sweat. He could still feel the flames upon his skin and the smell of burning flesh in the air. It was always the same. The dream differed slightly most times, yet it always ended the same. The huge ball of fire burning him to a crisp while he screamed at the pain. However, he could never find the way to really explain the dream to his father. As always, the words and the comprehension always evaded him. He could only share a few words before the frustration got to much and he retreated again into his mind. There, he didn't need words, only the pictures of his memories and the imaginary places he liked.
"Scary Lady. Tower. Fire." he finally breathed out during shudders.
"Shhh.... It's alright, Sandal. Father is here." Clinging to his son in their now shared room, Bodahn felt at a loss to try and help his son. He moved his boy into his own room when the nightmares started getting really bad a few weeks ago. The boy usually only had really bad ones once every few months, yet they never seemed as bad as they appeared to be now. His son would often not return to sleep for the rest of the night, and the stress was taking a toll on both of them.
Ever since what happened with Lady Hawke however, Sandal's nightmares have been getting worse and worse. He comes awake screaming, unable to catch his breath, and often burning to the touch. Bodahn had started asking local potion makers if they knew of anything that could help his boy sleep, yet nothing seemed to work. Some would help him fall asleep quicker, but the nightmares still came. He would of normally sought magical help, but with the mage Anders gone, Bodahn didn't trust those down at the Gallows to care for his son and not kill him thinking he was possessed or something. So each night he gave his son a sleeping aid and hoped that maybe this night his son would able to rest freely.

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"I don't know, you think they are still awake? It's fairly late." Aveline stated as they climbed the steps into Hightown.
"No. We need answers now. If the dwarf can give us some answers, I want them now." Fenris growled with his usual scowl on his face.
"Easy there, Broody. They are not our enemies, and we don't want to scare the boy into not talking to us."
Fenris just glared at Varric as they came upon the door to the Hawke estate. He knew the dwarf was right, but that still didn't stop the screaming urge to do whatever was necessary to help his Hawke. Fenris didn't care if he brought all of Thedas crashing down, he would bring his love back to him.
"Perhaps Fenris should wait out-"
"No! If there is news or a clue to be known, I will know it with the rest of you. I will contain myself for Hawke, but I will not be left out of this."
Isabella just shrugged her shoulders, knowing that probably not even the Maker himself could keep Fenris from seeing this through. "Alright, but try not to be too broody in there, please? And for Maker's sake, let us do the talking!" Sighing softly, Isabella turned away from the elf and knocked on the thick wooden door infront of her. For a few moments, nothing could be heard, and they all wondered if perhaps they arrived too late and the two servants have already went to bed. Again, Isabella knocked, louder this time, yet there was still no answer.
"Fasta Vass! Enough of this!" Fenris growled before disapearing around the corner. The remaining companions looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and shock, not knowing what to do. After about a minute, however, they heard the door infront of them unlock and open, revealing the glowing elf.
"I don't want to know. Just don't make it a habbit..." replied Aveline as they passed by him.
"Hey, I do! This could be a great way to sneak in and cuddle up to Hawke while she is sleeping! I heard she sleeps naked...." Isabella ignored the dark glares she got as she laughed to herself.
"That is precisely why you shall never know, whore." retorted Fenris, knowing full well that Isabella would try to take advange of the open balcony door he climbed up to. Resisting the urge to smile at her pout, he and the rest of the troupe walked into the main hall after Fenris closed and re-locked the main door.
"Hey Bodahn! You better be home!" Varric called out down the hall that led to the servants rooms.
A second later they heard a door opening and soft curses getting closer as the house servant approached them, looking shocked, annoyed, and even a bit fearful as he eyed the large group of heavily armed persons in the main room.
"By the Maker! What is all this? How did you all get in here? What is going on?"
"Slow down, Bodahn. Yes, we technically broke in, but we have good reason, and it couldn't wait till morning."
"Guard Captain? What is going on here?"
"The boy, Sandal, where is he?" Fenris growled with an absolute feral look to him.
"Father. I go now."
All heads turned to see the boy Sandal quietly enter the room with what looked like a small rucksack tied to his back.
"Sandal? I don't understand." Bodahn just looked at his son, completely confused by the whole situation. Yet once more he saw that strange look in his eyes from when Lady Hawke was injured. Sandal looked back at his father with a sad look in his eyes before going over to the tall, menacing elf.
"I go. Help Pretty Lady. Go tower."
Everyone's mouth gaped open at the boy's simple statment. Go with them? Was the boy insane? Go where? To what tower?
"Sandal, I don't understand. Where are you going?" Bodahn pleaded with his son, fighting back the tears in his eyes. Sandal turned and gave his father one of perfect smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness... and purpose?
Giving his father a hug, Sandal again approached the stunned travellers, his grin never fully leaving his face.
"I go. With you."
"No! Absolutely not!"
"No."
"No way."
"I don't think so, kid."
"That's not a good idea."
All together, their voice melted together, emphasing their combined opinion. Yet, the boy just kept smiling at them like he didn't even hear them.
Silence.
It was if they all stood at an impasse, and no one spoke for what seemed like an eternity. The entire time Sandal just kept smiling up at them, as if he had no clue what he just asked of them.
"Ehh, pardon for my interuption, but as much as it pains me to say this, I don't think you can win this one, my friends." Bodahn took a deep breath before continuing, trying to find the words that would help explain what he had come to learn about his son.
"We are not taking a child with us, dwarf!"
"Just hear me out, Messere. You see my boy here, well, he's got quite the mind in him, even if it doesn't seem like it most times. Once he get's his mind set on something, only the Maker could possibly stop him. It was my boy's idea to follow the Hero of Ferelden back when we first met her, even though I thought it was far too dangerous. Yet I knew that if I didn't travel with him back to Lothering to join up with her, my boy would of gone himself. He rarely ever gets so stubborn on something, but when he does, he will find a way to follow what he thinks is right.
"Flames."
"Double that. Are you saying that this kid is going to follow us no matter what we say? Can't you tie him up or something?" Isabella asked, even though she knew the answer. It wouldn't of been the first time she had come across such stubborness. However, it was always in things trying to kill her, like giant spiders or Darkspawn. Those buggers never gave up unless you killed them.
And well, she didn't think killing the kid would go over well, even with her companions.
"I'm afraid not, Messere. Once I tried to leave him in Denerim with Warden Mahariel for a few weeks while I traveled with a group to open trade among a Dalish group that passed close by. The land was still fairly dangerous with wandering Darkspawn and other creatures and I thought it best if he stay behind, afterall I wouldn't of been gone long. By the second night he caught up with us, covered in blood, yet none of it was his own. He never said what happened, only that he wanted to go with me. The Warden didn't even know he left the castle, and neither did any of the servants!"
"I go. Help Pretty Lady."
A collective sigh went across the room as they each tried to come to terms with this new turn of events.
"Does he even know where to go? I mean, he talked about going to a tower, but that isn't much to go on."
Sandal smiled at Varric before taking off his pack and rumaging through it until he pulled out a map of the area around Kirkwall. Opening it up, he stared intently at it for a moment before his face once again lit up in a smile. Walking over to the other dwarf, he pointed proudly at the map, showing Varric where he thought they should go.
"Where is he pointing Varric?" asked Aveline, still not entirely convinced that they should take the child with them. She also knew she was most likely not the only who had their doubts about this whole situation.
"Well, it turns out Broody may have been right after all. The kid here is pointing to a location north of the Bone Pit."
"Are you sure we can't just lock him in a room somewhere?" growled Fenris as he looked at the dwarf child. He really did not feel like being responsible for this child, despite the talents the boy seemed to have when it came to defending himself.
"Did I forget to mention that room that he was in when I left for the Dalish was guarded by one of Warden Mahariel's captains, and the only window stood several stories off the ground?"
Great....
Just great....
Maker perserve us.

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"Ooomph!"
"Welcome to your new home, malificar. We heard all about you, so we made sure to make this room especially for you. No escaping from this, dog."
The faceless templar laughed as he threw the bloodied and bruised mage into the corner of the cell. It smelled of rancid decay, feces, and death. Yet with his broken nose, it would probably be a while before the smell fully assulted his senses.
I deserve this.
Unable to really talk anymore after his interogation with the Knight Commander and her knights, all he could do was groan as flipped himself painfully onto his back.
I deserve this.
He had no idea how long it had been since he was brought here. For days - or was it months? - he was kept, strapped to a chair in a room much like this one. Or he hung from the ceiling from shackles that left his hands barely functioning. After a while, he guessed Meredith finally tired of trying to get the answers she wanted out of him. This may be his fault, but he would not lie. No, she deserved better than to be thought to be tainted by blood magick. Despite Orsino's protection, they would most likely kill her.... again.
I deserve this.
That had been his mantra during the endless hours of interrogation, as well as the long hours he was left alone, broken and in pain.
Once, he tried to use magick to try an heal some of the damage that was done to him. Yet his effort was repaid by strong electric currents blasting through his body.
Damnable collar. To the void with it and the Qunari.
Everything hurt. Everything. Unable anymore to seperate the different pains of the bruises, the stabs, the slices, and the broken bones, it all just melded together into one throbbing agony that prementated his whole being.
I deserve this.
I deserve this.
I deserve this.
I'm so sorry, Hawke.
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