Authors note, okay people go easy on me, i have never written fiction before, this story will be fairly A/U though most of the storyline wont change, to briefly summarize Hawke and everyone's fav broody elf have some big secrets, question is what will happen when secrets get found out. I am warning readers now, I'm busting Fenris out of the box, but I really don't think I'm taking him that far from it. Also warning to Anders fans, there will be some major bashing on him later. Alright you all have been warned, welcome to my world, hehe here thar be vampires, non-sparkling vampires!

Just to reassure everyone, this is not a religious story, only the prologue is like this.

Shout outs to Toxicmayhem for editing and being a springboard for ideas and Imperial-Hawke for giving me a huge confidence boost

Disclaimer; i own none of this, Bioware owns it all :(

Stars Fall

Chapter 1

Prologue

Hundreds of years ago there was a great war. The prophet known as Andraste had declared war against the mages of the Tevinter Imperium. "Magic is not meant to rule over men" she claimed "it is intended for the Maker's gift to be used to serve man for the good of his kind".

She had armies that followed her word, frightened slaves; farmers turned soldiers, elves and men both trying to rid the world of the magisters. Feeble as Her armies were they conquered as they went through the Imperium, emboldened by Her words. But the magisters were powerful, with their blood magic and demons aiding them. All too soon the army met the main force of the magisters. The magisters scoffed at the army before them. The battle was a disaster; Her army was being cut down all around Her.

And then they came, close trusted generals of Andraste herself, they alone had a power the mages feared. And they fought, the mages trying in vain to control them as they had the others. The generals laughed in the face of the mages anger for there was no vile magic, no demon strong enough to control them.

For they were Star Children.

Men and women born into the world during a celestial event be it an eclipse of the sun or moon, a shower of falling stars, or when the moons light was so bright not even the light of the sun could compare. It did not matter during what event they were born, the result was the same; a truly rare person who see demons for what they were and could not be controlled by blood magic.

These people were rare as the Imperium made it a point to hunt them down and destroy them. Andraste had gathered them and united all there were under Her banner. Still they numbered less than thirty. And even though their minds were immune to the magisters evil, the sword could still pierce their bodies. The Children of the Stars were unable to stop the inevitable, fighting to the last. Andraste herself was betrayed by her own husband, but not before getting a message to Her followers. She wanted them to protect the Star Children, now and in the future.

In Her eyes the Star Children were truly given the Maker's gift and they had to be protected at all costs. And so from then on every Star Child born outside the Imperium was taken to the Chantry to be raised and live in safety, at the Chantry itself or monasteries throughout Thedas. The Imperium dealt with Star Children the way they always had; torture and death. And this is how it was throughout the ages until…

One evening, in a small house in Ferelden's Bannorn, under a sky filled with falling stars, a woman's screams pierced the empty air. Leandra's cries were soon replaced with an infant's soft wails. Malcolm looked at his wife in awe and she cradled their newborn in her arms, a true miracle he smiled to himself.

He kissed Leandra tenderly on her forehead before taking the child gently from her arms; she needed to rest after her ordeal. He sat in a chair near the fireplace cradling his newborn daughter in his arms. After a few hours, he heard a soft knocking on the front door. Rising quickly, ever fearful of the templars who would steal him from this; his family, he opened the door.

Only to find hanging on the door was an amulet, a beautifully crafted thing. A crescent moon enlaiden with a blue stone cradling a star enlaiden with an opaque white stone. He took the amulet and went inside.

Leandra had awoken, he handed her their daughter and with a smile said "Someone has left our child a gift" he held up the amulet.

Leandra looked at it thoughtfully and said "We will give it to her when she is older".

"A sound idea Leandra I know this means that someone knows what she may be but no matter what I will see that she knows freedom" Malcolm said hopefully, inside fearing the tiny child may be a mage.

"What shall we call her?" Leandra asked softly.

Malcolm looked at the amulet again and said with a bright smile "How about Eve?"

"Yes" Leandra responded quickly "Eve, welcome to the world Eve Hawke".

And the baby girl that lay in Leandra's arms opening her crystal blue eyes for the first time.

While Leandra cooed over her new daughter, Malcolm studied the amulet closely feeling true fear for the first time as it dawned on him what the amulet may mean.

"A child of the stars has been born" he whispered so quietly Leandra did not hear.

Outside the house the night sky was filled with a golden and white rainbow of falling stars, people throughout Thedas were celebrating an event that only happened once every ten years for it was the Night of Stars Fall.