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"Yllwen, I think you need more work on that fire spell." Noted Niall as the young elven woman blew dark hair out of her face. She and her mentor had been trying to determine her affinity without luck. She could perform fire spells well, which had given them hope, but sadly she was failing at putting force behind it. Yllwen didn't like being a mage, due to her being trained by her mother to hone her body to fight like a rogue. But apparently the Maker has a sense of humor by allowing her to smite Lord Vaughn with her fire blast....then letting the Templars to haul her away.

"Yes, more work will definitely make more things burn than they are." Yllwen snapped. Especially since she was no closer to taking this damn Harrowing. "Ugh. Can we start this again in the morning? I don't think I can do another round tonight." She complained.

"Fine. There's a mandatory meeting, anyways. Just practice while I'm gone." Niall waved her off as he rubbed his temple. Okay, so maybe she wasn't the best student, but she was way better than that Anders fellow. Since she arrived, he made three attempts to escape. He actually succeeded last night. She heard Knight-Commander Greagoir yelling at his men at the crack of dawn about how they could let a mage escape without notice and etc era, etc era. Then again, he had completed his Harrowing...
Yllwen dropped her heavy text book onto the library table and thumbed through the pages until she found the chapter about fire spells. She thought she saw a section earlier about force magic, as well....

…."Yllwen!" Her name being called snapped the elf out of her thoughts as a young elven girl shook her.

"Oh, hello Verya." She said, watching as the mage brushed a dark blonde hair back into her braid. She was fidgeting in her place, a sign that Yllwen learn that meant she was becoming impatient. "Is there something you want?" She asked. Her light hair fell into her blue eyes when she slammed herself down into the chair next to Yllwen.

"Yes." She exhaled. Yllwen gingerly played with the book as she waited. Verya made no move to speak.

"Spit it out!" She yelled.

"Well!" She said, repositioning herself after she jumped back in her chair. "I was just going to ask you a question, but if you're going to be rude..." Yllwen groaned at her.

"Just tell me the damn question!"

"Fine. The other female apprentices and I were wondering if something is going on between you and that Templar, Cullen." The question caught Yllwen so off guard, she ripped the page she was turning.

"Dammit." Yllwen cursed. Verya sat there, her impatient nature making her drum her fingers on the common table.

"Well, is there?" Verya demanded, shoving the book away from Yllwen, most likely damaging the book even more. Yllwen gave her a vicious look.

"No." She said briskly, reopening the book and trying to repair what was left of the poor page. Verya rolled her eyes at the other elf.

"That's not much of an answer." She said.

"Your face won't have much left if you don't sod off, Vee." Yllwen replied. The blonde quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, aren't we a little defensive, hm?" Verya said.

"I swear to the Maker, Vee, if you-" Yllwen's angry retort was quickly dismissed as the bookshelf behind them gave a resounding thump. The elven women briefly glanced at each other before leaving their seats and checking around the shelf's corner. There, on the other side, was a Templar in his late twenties pressed up against another apprentice. Yllwen wasn't familiar with the crimson haired girl, but Verya almost audible gasped distracted her thought process.

"Maker! That's Angel!" Verya said, worry clouding her voice. The human girl was struggling against the Templar, who clearly had her pinned down with his armor. The girl's terrified protest had Yllwen cringing.

"Let go of me! Stop, please!" said the crying Angel, who didn't know that her words were the exact phrase that poor Nola had said. And Nola was dead. Her protest went unheard, however, as the Templar ran his tongue across her throat and his hands clutched harder onto her robes. His mouth slowly moved toward her ear as she tried to squirm away.

"Resisting won't benefit you in the end, Lovely." He said, his fingers moving towards her spine as he unbuttoned her robe.

  With quick thinking only befitting to a rogue, Yllwen stealthy picked up a heavy tome and rushed at the Templar. The man had just barely moved his head up to see the elf smash the book into the back of his skull. With a satisfying crack, the man tumbled to the ground, his hands releasing the girl. Angel slumped to the ground, her tear-stained face gaping with surprise and underlying horror. Hesitatingly, she crept over to his still form, her shaking fingers pushing him on his back. She jumped back a bit as she waited for him to move. Her fingers slid over to his pulse point, while Yllwen looked at her in disgust.  

"That bastard was going to rape you! What's the point in seeing if he's alive?" cried Yllwen. The elven rogue- mage- whatever she is-'s retort got Verya moving again.

"You just-just att- atta- attacked a Temp-plar." The blonde elf stammered, her blue eyes going wild. "Are you INSANE?!? Do you realize you just SIGNED the form to make you tranquil?!? What are we going to do?" Vee cried, moving toward Angel to help her off the ground. The women backed away from the Templar's prone body, casting wary looks at him. Yllwen's rage had been cooled some, and Verya's words were starting to kick in.

(They couldn't make me Tranquil, could they?
The Shem said he would recruit me! Would he still recruit a tranquil mage? I can't be tranquil.  Ican'tbetranquilIcan'tbetranquilIcan'tbetranquil...)

A hand grabbed her hard on the shoulder, pulling her back toward the doorway. Her thoughts had turned back to reality and ripped Angel's hand from her shoulder. The other apprentices were staggering toward the doorway to the dormitories as soft footsteps came down from the stairs. Yllwen hiked up her robe's skirt and silently ran past the other girls. Angel and Verya followed suit, just a bit more noisily. The women had just made it to their beds when the sound of armored footsteps ran down the hall.

"GET OUT OF YOUR BEDS! ALL APPRENTICES MUST GET OUT OF THEIR BEDS!" Yllwen lifted herself out of her bunk and aligned with the other girls in front of the doors. Two grim looking Templars enter the room. One was, unfortunately for Yllwen, Cullen. The other was an older man of about 40, with graying brown hair and hard gray eyes. He looked familiar to Yllwen, and his name was on the tip of her tongue...

"We're s-sorry to bother you at-t this hour, Ladies. B-but there seems to be-e a-an acc-"

"This was no accident!" Declared the older Templar. His hard eyes glared at the women, screaming at them to come forward.

"But Ser, there's no proof-" Cullen had tried to say.

"I know a mage crime when I see it! One of these apprentices attacked Lucan as he was patrolling! Someone was attempting to escape!" His eyes landed on Yllwen, who was glaring back at the Templar. He strode toward her, their eyes caught in a glaring match. He was massive compared to her, standing at 6'4 with bulking armor and three times her size in width. Yllwen knew she wouldn't be able to fight him off by herself if push came to shove.
His gloved hand grabbed her throat and placed his thumb on her windpipe. Yllwen inhaled her breathe, caught off guard by the Templar's swiftness, and coughed hoarsely. The pressure he applied wasn't enough to choke her but just enough to make it hard to breathe. The two girls on either side of her shifted away while keeping still, fearful of the Templar. The other Templar looked on incredulously.

"I heard a funny little tale the other day. A certain apprentice had a very interesting entrance to her powers. Would you like to hear it?" He looked down at Yllwen, who continued to glare at him. "Of course, you would. This girl was a servant to the Arl of Denerim, who betrayed the Arl by butchering his guards and only heir to the Arling. One must think: how could one woman slaughter her way through the entire palace? It's very simple. She murder everyone of those men with magi-"

"LIES!" Yllwen screamed, the sudden sound hushing the Templar."THAT BASTARD RUINED MY WEDDING! HE KILLED MY FRIEND! MY BETROTHED!" Yllwen's blood boiled in her veins, the heat of her words and temper making a river of sweat roll down her body, "He raped my cousin." She whispered harshly, her glare burning into the Templar's face that had lost it's smug grin. He looked on with horror in his eyes, but Yllwen couldn't stop. "He got everything he deserved. I hope he rots in the void." She could feel burns on her skin and clothing. She blinked once before turning her head toward the inferno behind her.
My very belated gift for :iconsoniacarreras:'s birthday. She and I were dicussing ideas for our art-trade a few months back when this idea came up. We choose something different but I always kept this small snippet I had and decided to expand it.

Sonia wanted to do more with her Yllwenn magi playthrough and I decided to help her out with that idea.

And so before you try to correct me, mage Yllwenn spells her name minus the N.

Also, the sentence in () is Yllwen's personal thoughts, but if someone can help me understand how to use the italics, please do.

Circle, Cullen and Niall, Dragon Age (c) Bioware
Yllwen (c) :iconsoniacarreras:
Verya, Angel and Templars (c) :icontwilightlover28:
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AWESOME!!!

You gave sense to a story I wasn't sure if it made any... Thanks so much!!!!