"The Markings That Bind Us"

Summary: After Hawke and Anders leave Kirkwall to escape the Templars, Fenris decides to go to Seheron. The last thing he thought he would find with the Qunari was the famed Hero of Ferelden or that she escaped Minrathous, but not before she received the same markings as he. Yet, the one thing that surprised him most was how he fell for her.

Prologue: When a Slave Meets a Hero

Hawke and Anders had fled Kirkwall due to the Templars raining down on them. Hawke had sided with the mages which angered Fenris. He walked away from the group and left for Seheron. The journey to find a ship that would take him there had been grueling and Merril provided him with some armor of Dalish make. She claimed the Dalish would help him because his markings looked almost like the Vallaslin that the Dalish Elves receive when they come of age. She was right, he had come across some Dalish tribes and they gave him supplies and directed him to the nearest village that had docks.

When he got to the village, he was in luck and found a ship willing to take him to Seheron. He sighed as he stared at the open sea that led to his destination. The months he had been on the ship had caused his hair to grow out and his face seemed more peaceful than it had been in awhile. They would be docking soon, his green eyes saw land on the horizon. The ship was filled with people he would love to get away from.

After a few hours or so, the ship docked and Fenris left quickly after paying the Captain for taking him. His handsome face was etched with unease about the area. He was an elf who knew the Qun and knew it well, but he would be considered Tal-Vasoth. He bound through the trees with great speed and dodged them with cat like grace the elves were notorious for. He was stopped by an arrow meeting his shoulder effectively pinning him to a tree.

"This is Qunari territory. You are not supposed to be here. Who are you," a figure in a cloak asked a bow held tightly in one hand the other holding the arrow that would pierce his heart. "I am hoping to rejoin the Qun. I am no enemy I assure you," Fenris replied and pulled the arrow from his shoulder, releasing a grunt of pain followed by his actions.

"Easier said than to be believed flat ear. Your clothing suggest you are from Kirkwall. That is a city that attacked the old Arishok. They are no friend to these Qunari," the figure said again and he could tell that it was a woman now. His handsome face constricted into awe.

"Flat ear? You are Dalish then? My name is Fenris. I used to be a Tevienter slave. A long time ago a group of Fog Warriors tried to help me attain my freedom," Fenris stated withdrawing his sword in case he had a fight.

"I am Dalish and you are not. I am not without pity for Tevienter slaves. Go now and be quick before the new Arishok discovers my kindness to you outsider," the woman said lowering her bow.

"Who might you be," Fenris asked holding his blade tightly, his eyes watching her warily. "I am Isis Mahariel. Many know me as the Hero of Ferelden. I am a loyal friend to the Arishok and Grey Wardens," Isis said removing her hood and Fenris lost his breath.

The stories Anders had told of the famed Hero of Ferelden were not exaggerated, one could say they did her no justice. Her red hair flowed around her face and looked like a cascade of silk. Her green eyes would make the grass turn envious. Her face was goddess like and her lips so full like they begged to be dominated. He couldn't judge her body due to the cloak surrounding her.

"I can not go for I have no where else to go. I am homeless," Fenris said his hands becoming relaxed and place his weapon back upon his back. "I understand that, but I… Maybe I can help you. I am traveling to Denerim on business. You are welcome to come along if you like," Isis said nodded her head to follow him as she turned and walked away.

"You do not know me that well Mahariel. How can you trust me so quickly," Fenris asked following close behind her. "Most of my good friends didn't know me but they followed me into battle. I didn't know them, but I know a good person when I see them. There is a fire in your soul that I have not seen since I faced off against the Arch Demon all those years ago," Isis stated and continued on the treacherous path.

"I am not surprised at your statement. A fire in me? That remains to be seen by my eyes," Fenris said easily keeping up with her. "If you have no belief in yourself then perhaps I am mistaking that flame for embers," Isis answered and stopped before two Sten.

"The elf is with me. Allow him pass," Isis said in a commanding tone. "Very well Ashkaari," the Sten shouted and allowed them to walk through. "Ashkaari? That is a high honor for the Qunari and you received such a title and are not dead," Fenris commented surprised.

"A Qunari fought the Blight by my side. When he became Arishok he gave me the title. I used to be Kadan now I am Ashkaari. Wait here while I explain that I am leaving to the Arishok," Isis said and went inside the Arishok's home.

He paced around for a few moments and listened to the arguing that took place. He couldn't place why the Arishok seemed angered that she wanted to leave. She was not tied to the Qun. So, why was he fighting her on her decision to go to Denerim? Why did he sound like a father demanding obedience from his unruly daughter.

Only when she came out walking like she wanted to kill something did Fenris realize the extent of the twos argument. "You would think he would be understanding that I am a Grey Warden and that meetings with Royalty and other important figures are necessary! Ugh! I just want to punch his gigantic as to Orlais," Isis yelled in anger and that's when Fenris noticed the glow on her skin. "How did you get those," Fenris questioned stopping her effectively and left them both feeling tension in the silence…..

End of Prologue

Author's note: I just had to try my hand at writing a dragon age fic. I am a fan of Fenris and so wished he could've been in origins. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the more chapters I post on this fic. Have a blessed day!