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Despite what King Cailan had said about victories against the Darkspawn, the atmosphere in the camp was heavy. Most of the volunteer soldiers were nothing more than simple farms or shop keepers. Everyday citizens of Ferelden with only the bare minimum amount of training who wanted to serve their king and country. People who had never heard of anything but glory in war. They were unprepared to face the horrors of the Darkspawn.

As Danny and Jazz walked through the camp they could see some of these people huddled together in small groups murmuring in hushed voices as if scared that the Darkspawn would be able to hear them. Still others were sobbing to themselves along in corns and up against trees. Mumbling about the doom that awaited them all.

Not to say that there were not a few professional soldiers and mercenaries among them, who were still standing strong and preparing for the next battle. But the overall atmosphere was still dark.

"We stand here in this hour, good folk of Ferelden, and we contemplate that may await." A sister of the chantry preached to a group of scared men in look of guidance from her position of a small state. Danny noted to himself that it seemed to be a stage that would have once been used for public hangings. How appropriate. "Death is no failure, my friends. Should death find you, you will not have failed your king... you will have served your Maker. Die in this battle, and when you stand before the Maker, he shall not find you wanting..." The speech dragged on.

"What a load of bull." Jazz grumbled angrily from a good distance away. "That's easy for her to say since she will be leaving the fields before the fighting starts. If she was practicing what she preached, she would pick up a sword herself and throw aside the incense lantern."

Jazz had always had a disapproval of the chantry woman. She viewed them as egocentric fools who pushed their beliefs on others and didn't think at all for themselves. Blindly following the norm of the religion.

"Perhaps, but many of the people here feel comfort, believing that the Maker is watching over them." Jazz jumped a little and turned her head to see an older woman smiling at them.

The woman had a grandmotherly appearance with her white hair and kind smile. She was wearing a robe from the Circle. But Danny's eyes widened as he saw the woman was surrounded by a white mist. Based on the fact that no one else seemed shocked he guessed that he was the only one who could see it. But what was it? The woman was a mage, but he had seen mages before, even since the... accident, none of them had an aura like this. It was closer to the feeling he had gotten from the Pride demon.

"So she lies to them to make them feel better as she asks them to die." Jazz said annoyed. "It isn't right."

"Perhaps. But they cannot be allowed to desert, so what is the harm in giving them a little comfort." The woman said. "Moral is an important thing on the battlefield. So let them believe what they wish." The then bowed to them slightly. "I'm Wynne of the Circle of Magi. Would you mind telling me what two children are doing in a place like this."

"I guess you could say we were drafted." Danny said scratching the back of his head.

"We're becoming Grey Wardens." Jazz explained. Wynne's eyes widened and she blinked at them a few times.

"Oh my. Duncan is recruiting them young." She said. A loud disturbance caught their attention.

One of the Revered Mothers from the Chantry was having an argument with a circle mage. "It is just a simple messaging spell! It isn't blood magic you paranoid harpy!" The mage shouted. "It would save time and wouldn't risk the lives of our messengers!"

"We are not going to trust any more lives to your dangerous magic!" The woman shouted back.

Wynne sighed. "This Blight will take all our combined effort to defeat. But some people doesn't seem to grasp that concept." Wynne said sadly. "Excuse me. I need to try to put an end to this." She walked off towards the arguing pair.

"Unbelievable. All this paranoid about magic when there is a very real threat standing right in front of them." Jazz said crossing her arms.

"Yeah... but still..." Danny said wondering about the light he saw around Wynne.

"Something wrong, Danny?" Jazz asked. She was still worried that Danny might hate himself because of his magic.

Danny shook his head. "I don't think so. Everything's alright." He said trying to assure himself of that just as much as he was trying to assure her.

"Alright then. Maybe we should find Alastair so we can get this joining ritual over..." Jazz started cheerfully but was cut off by a shout.

"Die Abomination!" Danny went into shock as a blade slashed into his right shoulder, cutting down to the bone and knocking him forward. His mind numbly processing the fact that the only thing that stopped it from being a killing blow was the shield he had on his back. Jazz let out a scream.

Danny turned his head as he slammed to the ground to see his old father, Jack standing over him with a sword raised above his head. He tried to pull out his shield, but he was too late, Jack knocked the shield out of his hand before he could get a real grip.

"This is the end for you!" Jack spat as he prepared to stab down at Danny.

"No!" Jazz shouted and whipped her knives out defecting Jack's sword. "I won't let you hurt him!" She said taking up a stance between Danny and their former father.

"You always were a heathen." Jack said lifting up his sword again. Jazz was prepared to intercept the attack from the sword, but she wasn't expecting the shield bash that knocked her backwards.

"Jazz!" Danny shouted, his sense of reality dulled by the pain in his right shoulder. He saw Jack preparing to strike his sister. His eyes flashed a venomous green. "Get away from here!" His left hand glowed green and a green circular glyph appeared underneath Jazz, throwing Jack way as if he had been brushed aside by an invisible hand. "I won't let you hurt..."

Danny couldn't finish. He received a blow to the back of his head. His former mother was standing behind him with her twin maces.

"And know we finish this, Abomination!" Maddie said.

"Danny!" Jazz shouted from inside the protective glyph.

The sound of metal on wood thudded through the air. "I think that is more than enough." A stern voice said. Alastair had blocked the attack that was aimed to be a killing blow on the young boy with his shield. "I assume you have a good reason for this, because I would love to hear it."

Jack tried to make a move but a powerful blow both disarmed him and knocked him to the ground. "I think we all would." Duncan said, with a foot on Jack's back and a blade against his man's throat.

Murmurs were starting up in the camp as more people started to take notice. "That boy is an abomination! His death is the will of the Maker!" Maddie shouted angrily. "Now get out of our way!"

"Danny's never hurt anyone!" Jazz shouted in protest. "He isn't a criminal."

"That isn't Danny, that is just a demon wearing his skin. It's existence is a crime!" Jack shouted, struggling against Duncan's foot. "And that girl is guilty of obstructing the Templar's justice and adding an abomination."

"This must be what they mean by 'holy crap'." Alastair commented, a look of disgust on his face.

"These two have been brought into the Grey Wardens through the Right of Conscription. Through the ancient treaties, you are not allowed to touch them." Duncan said angrily.

"You are going to protect this abomination!" Jack shouted.

Duncan kicked the man in the head, knocking him unconscious. "From the likes of you. Yes." Duncan said. Maddie tried to press passed Alastair to much the same result.

"Unbelievable. Just unbelievable." Alastair said, but then he shook his head. "No... I can believe it. That's what makes it even worse."

"Danny!" Jazz said running over to her little brother. He was still unconscious.

"Please, let me take a look at him." Wynne pushed past him and a moment later was casting healing magic.

"I'm sorry, they took us by surprise. I had forgotten that they would be here." Jazz apologized to Duncan. Losing to two Templars was not the best way to make a good impression for the new boss.

"Did you know those two Templars?" Duncan asked as Danny was being healed.

Jazz bit down on her lip. "They... they were our parents."

"By Andraste." Alastair swore. "And they tried to... Maker's breath."

"I was not aware that even the worst of the mage hunters were that heartless." Wynne said, a shiver going up her spine. "But do not worry, most of the damage seems to be superficial, There is no danger to your brothers life."

"Alastair, I want you to fetch the Revered Mother. We are going to have to get these two removed immediately." Duncan said, he was glaring daggers at the two unconscious Templars.

"Right alway." Alastair said moving off immediately.

"Wynne can you see that these two are taken care off?" Duncan asked to elderly mage.

"I will do my best." She said, nodding to the Warden Commander before he left to take care of business. "Come now. We should move your brother to a place were he can rest." Wynne said to Jazz.

Jazz couldn't help but to think it was her fault. How could she have forgotten that Jack and Maddie would be at the battle field. But there was one question hanging in the air around them. Where was Cujo?

Anyone remember that I had said that Jack and Maddie would be going there? Thought not.

I am probably going to be taking a break from this story for a while. Not really sure when or if I will come back to it.

At the end of writing this I realized that I had forgotten about Cujo, I have no idea how I could have possible forgotten about the most important character, but I did. He would have easily taken down both Jack and Maddie, but he wasn't there.

Someone called me out about getting the history of the fortress they are in wrong, and I am sorry about that. (Even if it confuses me that you yell at me for getting the history wrong, but not the spelling of one of the countries names.)

But after going back and looking at the real history I decided that the true history was such bull**** that I'm not going to bother changing it.

Why on earth would a super powerful magedom build a giant fortress to keep out simple barbarian bandits? That makes no sense.

What makes even less sense is that the fortress is clearly designed to keep invading armies out who are attacking from the south, where the Wilds, where the bandits would be at, were to the north.

And you can say that the thing was abandoned after the first blight, but why on earth would anyone abandon a fortress that is in such an important spot. I mean really, the only passage through the mountains and on the boarder between two countries. It is a good spot.

So the made up history of this made up world is completely stupid, so I am going to ignore it.

I think I am going to kill off Alastair just to prove to all you people who don't think I can get way with it that it can easily be done.

I don't understand why you all think that Alastair's clam to the throne is sacred. He is a BASTARD. Even in the game no one took his clam to the throne seriously, that's why you had to bribe more than half the people in the lands meet to vote for you. Because no one wants Alastair. Even Alastair didn't want Alastair.

Even without Alastair around, I'm sure that the former king had plenty of illegitimate children to pick from.

I don't see why a Lands meet couldn't be called in order to try to convict Loghain of treason. And there is a lot of evidence of that.