Just so everyone knows I'm not done with dragon age two but when something latches onto my brain it hardly ever lets go until I type it out. And since I'm not even done with act one (why so long) I'm make this an alternate storyline, universe, whatever.

Chapter 1

Hawke's POV

I pace across the town square impatiently. Where the hell was Varric? Since it was an hour after our planned meeting I decide that perhaps Merrill would want some company. As I walk through low town several of the vendors tried to sell me their wares. Not likely since I was saving up for that expedition into the deep roads. Just as I reach the steps leading into the alienage I feel someone watching me closely. Nonchalantly I glance over my shoulder, making it look like I was cracking my neck.

As I twist my head to the side I catch a bit of dust sifting down from the side of a building nearby. Now feeling slightly paranoid I quicken my pace over to Merrill's door. After a few sharp raps on her door she swings it wide open. "Hawke! You came to visit! This makes me so happy. Come in, come in." I follow the exited Dalish woman into her small house, smiling slightly at her sporadic actions. "Can I get you anything? Let's see, I have a bit of bread and… water…" She says dejectedly.

"No that's alright. I ate at the hanged man before I came over. I was supposed to meet Varric but you know him. Gets caught up in his arguments with his brother. But tell me how you've been." I say as I sit down and lean forward. She sits across from me, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Oh I don't know. Its okay I guess. You know me, not very good at making friends because of… you know." She doesn't meet my eyes as she turns her face downwards.

"Hey, just because you're a blood mage makes no difference to me, you're still my friend. And you'll make more, just wait and see!" I stand up, feeling it was time to leave. "You do know that if you ever want to talk I'm usually at home. And Bethany can be a great friend." Merrill smiles at me and walks me to her door.

"Thanks Hawke, it means a lot to me. Perhaps we can go questing together sometime soon?" I bump her shoulder in friendship and give her a smile.

"Love to. Goodbye." I step outside her door and wiggle my shoulders to adjust my shield a bit better. No one else was in view currently, probably because it was nearing sundown. That was when all the thugs came out to play. I step quickly along the path to my uncle's hovel, scrunching my nose at the smell of old cabbage. With a final glance over my shoulder I head inside to be met with a pleasant surprise.

"Aveline! And there you are Varric, you had me concerned." My dwarf friend chuckles while Aveline pushes herself up from the wall. "To what do I owe the honor?" I direct at her.

"Please tell me you have some sort of questing to do. I'm at my wits end with boredom." She replies.

"Which reminds me, you have a few new letters on the desk for you." My uncle Gamlen says from his seat near the desk and I walk over, hoping for something to relieve Aveline's boredom so she didn't do anything brash that would get her in trouble with her guard captain. The first envelope was blank on the front but I knew exactly who it was from. Glancing over at Aveline I quickly open it and read it.

"What does it say?" Aveline calls over and Varric echoes her.

"Well, it's a job. We need to meet someone by the name of Anso tonight in the bazaar, in between the trinket stand and the weapon smith." I glance up at the broken windows. "Should be alright if we go now. Bethany!" My sister walks in, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Come on, quest time."

"Couldn't you have woken someone else up? Oh fine, I guess I'm good to go." She gives me a smile and hefts her mage's staff up higher on her shoulder. We head out; the sun already set and head to the meeting place. We arrive without any attacks to find a dwarf with his back to us.

"Excuse me, are you Anso?" The dwarf jumps at my voice and turns around.

"Please don't sneak up on me like that. I keep thinking I'll fall into that big blue sky any minute now." Bethany snorts behind me and I elbow her lightly. "Are you the one Athenril mentioned?"

"Did I work for her? Yes." I feel Aveline stiffen up next to me and I sigh quietly. She was so hard to please.

"Good, then you're the one. Okay, I've seemed to have misplaced some merchandise. By misplaced I mean the person who was supposed to deliver it never showed up and I need you to get it for me. It should be located in the abandoned house inside of the Elvin alienage." I nod and hold out my hand.

"I'll do this as fast as possible." As Anso shakes my hand Aveline lets out a snort.

"Just tack me on to another one of your ventures then." I shoot her a glare.

"You wanted to come." We start heading off, watching the allies and rooftops for any thugs or highwaymen. Perhaps tonight would go without a hitch and I could get back on Aveline's good side later. Reaching the designated house we all take a deep inhale and burst through the door, Aveline and I charging first and driving our shields into the foes inside. The fight takes maybe a minute and we scan the house for a chest.

"Over here sis!" Bethany calls from a room on my right. I quickly head in, not wanting to wait for reinforcements that might or might not come for the dead men in the house. The chest was sitting by itself, giving an air of suspiciousness. Kicking it lightly I realize there were no traps surrounding it. Without further hesitation I lean down and pop the lid open. Nothing was inside.

"Dammit, tricked! What does Anso thing he's trying to pull with me?" I kick the lid shut.

"All this for nothing." Varric says, speaking my thoughts. I head for the door, motioning the others to follow and we head outside. But as I vacate the house I find myself surrounded by slavers.

"That's not the elf." One of them says. "Doesn't matter, we were told to kill whoever entered the house." Another says and just like that we were set upon.

Fenris POV

As I pace the rooftops in the light of the sunset my mind flickers back to the human girl. Short for a human with sandy blonde hair that curled slightly and fell over the left side of her face which complemented her lightly tanned skin. Tattoos decorated her face but they were so light they almost looked like darker patches of skin. Probably a quick thinker or had great battle reflexes since she noticed me only five minutes into following her.

If Athenril was right in descriptions then this was the woman who would be deciding to help me or not. Athenril had told me she would create a lie that would more than likely get this human woman to fight for me, pitting on her charitableness. Hopefully, soon, I would have something to remind me of my past that my former master no doubt used as bait.

Funny how, rather than concentrating on how well of a fighter she might be, I was thinking of how gently the wind had tugged on her hair or how she smiled at the vendors she passed. Before I knew it night had fallen and it was time to move out. Reaching the appointed meeting place for Anso I take a quick peek over to see the fighter from before shaking hands with him, three others with her.

They head off at a quick pace and Anso looks up, putting his thumb in the air. I salute him and follow the group silently. As they pass an ally I notice a slaver scout waving his hand, signaling to follow. About twelve slide along quietly, not bothering to look up, too intent on following the warrior woman's group. Their commander follows behind a few feet just in case something went wrong. Foolish, very foolish.

Activating the searing Lryium in my body I spring on the unsuspecting group. Their secondary commander manages to run as I plunge my hand into the face of the last slaver. "You're not getting away." I mutter to myself as I take off, willing my feet to fly across the ground. Sounds of fighting reach my ears as I manage to hook onto the lieutenant, burying my hand palm deep into his abdomen. I let him go and watch him stumble around, blood dripping from the gaping hole under his chest.

"Lieutenant, bring everyone out here now." Their commander calls and I direct the dying man to the alienage. I follow at a leisurely pace and step over his body as I walk past.

"Your men are dead, I advise you leave before the same happens to you." I say calmly as I walk down the steps, aware of the fighter's gaze on me. As I reach the bottom the slaver grabs my shoulder, attempting to yank me back.

"Shut up slave, I'm taking you with me." Again, foolish. Turning I ram my hand into his gut.

"I. Am. Not. A slave." I snarl out as he dies slowly. Looking up I notice the woman still had her gaze trained on me, her toxic green eyes searching my face.

Hawke's POV

"And you are?" I ask, trying not to let my curiosity show too much. He was slightly taller than me, maybe two or three inches, with hair paler than moonlight. White tattoos laced his tanned body, glowing blue when he attacked that slaver.

"Fenris. I assume it was you who broke into that house. Tell me, was there anything in the chest?" He keeps his face guarded, his forest green eyes locked with mine. Something tells me this was the real client and Anso had just been a go-between.

"No, there wasn't. Who are these men?" I ask nudging the one he had run through with his hand.

"Slavers. I'm sorry you had to go through all this trouble." Looking back up I offer him a smile.

"Well, it appears we aren't harmed so it's fine." He seems to close up a little.

"So tell me, what do you want in return for your services? I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of coin." I wave my hand through the air at his offer.

"I said its fine. You don't owe me anything." He seems to relax a little at my words.

"I have never met anyone as selfless as you are." As I watch he leans down over the dead commander and searches his belt. "Just as I thought, my master accompanied them to the city. I would ask for your help in fighting him but you don't need to if you don't want to."

"I'll help you. When do we attack?"

"Before dawn."

So far I have yet to see any other full chapter stories for DA2, especially in the romance quest areas, those are usually one shots. I plan on dragging this out. Most of the people who read this are probably my author watchers and their probably wondering "HOW COULD YOU OBSESS OVER SOMETHING OTHER THAN HETALIA?" or "She writes too many stories." Whatever.

Ciao!~