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Hawke Fade Away	By : HunterOpera Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 22975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hawke blinked as sunlight filtered in through the heavy drapes of her bedroom. She glared at the light, shaking her head as she pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around the room.
“That was a weird nightmare,” she muttered, closing her eyes and putting a hand to her head. Her short hair was slick with sweat, her body aching with remembered pains for which there was no sign. She stood up, stalked across the room to a full-length mirror and checked herself for signs of injury, but all the scars were old and faded.
“Nothing new,” she said, checking herself out. All the running she did kept her in shape, mostly trim, but there were some imperfections she was less than happy with. Grumbling to herself, she slipped into her finery and threw back the drapes, looking down at Hightown.
What am I doing here? she thought. Where's Anders? Fenris? Fade, where's Varric? He's supposed to be taking care of this place in my absence. She glared at the door, trying to remember why she'd come out of hiding and what she was doing here.
A dream within a dream, Hawke thought, flushing as she remembered the gang rape and Sebastian's justice. Hubert and Jansen would never treat her like that, she knew, and the Prince of Starkhaven had actually tried and failed to invade Kirkwall six months earlier. Varric had told her about that in a series of letters and both of them had shared a laugh about it.
Thing was, she could see Sebastian having her executed or imprisoned, but the archer would never do anything like what he had done in her dream. She was mystified at her own sleeping mind, wondering if she was just missing Fenris – their bedroom games could get intense, and she'd been missing him since she'd left.
Sure, but when did I leave? she thought, frowning. On impulse, she lifted a hand and called on her magic.
Nothing happened.
She stared at her hand, tried again with the same result.
Okay, something is happening, Hawke thought, narrowing her eyes and looking around the room. There was no immediate sign of danger, no one that would take advantage of her in her weakened state. This is an attack, but I've made it home and I'm pretty sure I'm safe here. I need to figure out what's happening, maybe contact Aveline and get her to get me back to Fenris and especially Anders – if this is some kind of injury, he should be able to help me.
Her stomach growled and she decided that all these things could be done after breakfast.
She stepped out of her room and caught sight of Orana, the elf-slave she had hired on as a servant following the death of her Tevinter master at her hands. The elf was still skittish, looking nervous as Hawke emerged from her rooms, and was far too frail to be a threat the way the miners or Sebastian had been.
“Good morning, Orana,” Hawke said, smiling.
“Good morning, Mistress,” said Orana, forcing a small smile. “You came in late last night. Is everything okay?”
I wish I knew, Hawke thought but did not say.
“I believe so,” she said instead. “Just hungry. Do we have any eggs? I could use an omelet if you have a moment.”
“Of course, mistress!” said Orana, looking wide-eyed. Hawke sighed.
“I'll be in my study,” she said, following the elf down the stairs. Orana was an excellent cook but her nerves were still frayed and probably would be for the rest of her life. Fenris was doing better and she liked to think that the elf was, too, but...
“Enchantment?”
“No, not today, thank you,” Hawke said, smiling as she looked at the laboratory that Sandal and his adoptive father had set up in her entry way. The two dwarves did a lot of traveling and saw many things, with the younger of the two being a savant when it came to runecraft and the placement of runes on weapons. She finished walking down the staircase and shared a greeting nod with Bodahn.
“You doin' okay, miss?” the elder dwarf asked. He had adopted the younger Sandal, who was incapable of caring for himself. Bodahn said it was due to lyrium exposure and Hawke took him at his word, having saved both their lives during the Deep Roads expedition years before. “You came in late last night, lookin' pretty done.”
“I'm fine, I think,” Hawke said. “A little hungry. Weird dreams. Hey, Sandal, could you do me a favor?”
“Enchantment?”
“Something like that, yes,” Hawke shrugged, leaned against the wall. “Am I under one?”
“One day the magic will come back,” Sandal said, his hazy eyes clearing, narrowing as he looked at her. “All of it. “Everyone will be just like they were. The shadows will part and the skies will open wide.”
“Huh,” Bodahn sighed. “He does this sometimes. It'll pass.”
“I remember,” Hawke said, thoughtful. “But the skies have opened.”
Bodahn said nothing.
“When he rises, everyone will see,” Sandal intoned. His serious expression than crumbled, the open and slightly concussed look that was his usual returning. “Enchantment?”
“Yes,” Hawke said, rolling her eyes. “Am I under one?”
Sandal shook his head.
“Alright,” Hawke said. “I'll be in my study. Let Orana know I'm there – I'm not sure she heard me before she went to the kitchens.” Bodahn said he would and Hawke entered her study.
There were a handful of staffs that Hawke kept on hand, older models to her preferred channel that she sometimes still used for experimentation. She collected two of them and went through her archives, taking down books on magical theory and health and spent the morning pouring through them. Orana came. Orana left. The omelet was devoured and still Hawke could call no magic to her hand and had no theory as to what might be keeping her from using it.
“Sister?”
The word and voice surprised Hawke, pulling her from her studies.
“Carver?” Hawke called back. “I'm upstairs!” She walked over to the railing, looking down at the scowling face of her brother. She smiled and gave a small wave – she'd been trying to mend fences with him for what felt like their whole lives, and he'd done precious little to do the same. A good number of her friends had mentioned that Carver liked being miserable, but Hawke wasn't so sure.
To keep him close, she'd brought him along on the Deep Roads expedition. His desire to prove himself had ended with him being poisoned, and if Anders hadn't been there he would have died. Instead, with Anders' help, they'd managed to find the Grey Wardens and their initiation process had saved Carver's life but made him one of them.
She wasn't sure if her brother had ever truly forgiven her.
“I'd heard you were back in town,” Carver growled.
“I hadn't heard that of you,” Hawke answered. “Come on up. I'm just checking up on some things.” Carver grumbled and started making his way upstairs, looking around.
“I've only been in here rarely,” he said. “You know, since you made me a Grey Warden and all.”
“I was trying to save your life,” Hawke said. She hugged him, let him go and stood back to look at him. The years had been kind, filling him out, making his eyes more intense and his cheekbones more prominent. He was handsome, and the Warden colors suited him. “I'm glad to see you.”
“Are you?” he said, looking around the room, noting the pile of books and moving towards them. “What mess have you made for me to clean up this time?”
“I can take care of a few books.”
“True. I was speaking more of your other messes – you know, the Qunari turning feral, one of your lovers blowing up the Chantry, Meredith going mad, this invasion from Starkhaven,” Carver said, letting a deep breath roll out with the words. “It just seems like every time you do something, it cripples or maims someone you love. What're you reading? Medical and magical texts? Anders have you researching something or are you sick?”
“I just sprained something, is all,” Hawke said, shuffling in place.
“What? Your magic?” he laughed, then caught the look on her face. “You sprained your magic? How is that possible?”
“I don't know,” she answered. He stared at her, clearly stunned.
“Can you do... anything?” he asked. Hawke shook her head, no. He stared a moment longer, the smile that crept across his face as he came to terms with this sparking a shivering done the base of her spine.
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