The Last Light- Dragon Age Fanfic

Chapter 1- A Harsh Beginning

"No don't touch me. Hands off!" I whimpered, being handled yet again by those bastard templars. They were always shouting and pushing me around. Treating me like I was nothing. That's what they do to all the mages around here and I'm still surprised that no one has stood up to them.

"Keep moving Maleficar! You will not be conspiring with anyone else around here, we are putting you in special confinement" One of them shouted as he squeezed my arm tighter, pulling me to a nearby room before throwing me in. The door slammed behind me, it was so cold inside, the floor was damp and it sent shivers over my body. Where am I? I thought.

This treatment all started just after that stupid Harrowing... but the demon helped me... didn't it? She let me see what injustice mages go through every day. And I'm glad she did. I have been accused time and time again of being a blood mage... But if they really thought I was a threat they would have made me tranquil by now.

"Tranquil" I shivered. I would rather die than be made tranquil but I wouldn't have a chance against the templars. I heard a creak of the floorboards at the base of the door, standing up I was prepared for whatever was going to walk in, I clenched my fists and stared. It flew open the slight light of the room made a slight glimmer over the shiny armour of not 1 but 2 templars. I stood back against the wall, scared and alone my breath began to become shorter.

"There she is, Master wants to see you" One of them approached me with his hand out until it grasped tightly around my arm. What did they want…? I'm sure there are plenty of others who they should be more interested in, like Davis… I know he has been conspiring with blood magic for years. He would be a much bigger threat than me currently.

"Ah you are here" I heard a voice say as I was shoved into a darkened room. The voice seemed deep yet cold… I couldn't see him directly but I could make out a slight distinguished figure of a tall man. Defiantly a Templar I can see the armour shine in the slight light from the window.

"What do you want?" I looked up to him and tried to regain my balance from being thrown to the floor. He walked over to me lighting some candles which made more of a pattern out on his face. He was handsome… slight distinguishing features on his face. From the sandy coloured hair to the light stubble over his chin.

"I am Commander Marric Theirin, and what I want from you is your secrets" He looked at me and smiled while gesturing to a small table beside the bed. Two chairs were sticking from it and there was a light amount of dust overshadowing the table. There was an unusual presence in the air strange… very very strange… it was almost demonic of sorts. I better just answer his questions so then in hope he will let me go.

"What secrets do you think a simple circle mage has?" I looked over to him as I sat down. He stood up from his chair and came over to me resting a hand over my shoulder. I felt it slightly grip and begin to undo the lace that connected my sleeves to my circle robes.

"Stop it" I pushed his hand away, only to have it return and slice across my face.

"Silence blood wench" He forced himself upon me and caused the chair to fall back. I gasped as his hand covered my mouth not allowing me to scream for help. I didn't know what was happening, my robe was being ripped and pulled off me. While somehow my magic was down it must be some kind of Templar shield at work to protect them from our spells. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over… if it was ever going to be. I did not know what would become of me after this. All these little meetings just might get me killed, even if I tell them about Blood Magic they will kill me anyway. This went on every day for 3 weeks… I did not know what the others in the tower were thinking but it sure wasn't good. They all glare at me like I have sided with the templars or I now have this Templar taint running through my veins. Marric really had his heart set on cracking me but there was no way I was going to give him the secrets to Blood Magic. If a Templar can know the details… he could create power so evil and treacherous it would wipe out Mage kind. I have to keep pretending like I know nothing then he would let me go when he believes I'm not a blood mage.