Anders was weak but he didn't want some unhygienic drunken slob to tell him that to his face.
Even so Anders never usually got what he wanted.
"Sir usually if I wanted someone this close to my face they'd have to be at least in someway appealing." Anders smirked, at least justice hadn't taken away all of his sense of humour.
"You s'fink your funny do's ya." The drunken man slurred pointing a finger at Anders chest.
"Well me and me boys know f'wat to do wif' jokers. Oi boys!" He yelled drunkenly.
Anders was outmatched he new it as soon as the four dunkards came in. It was only a fist fight or so he thought until one of the men pulled out a knife a stabbed Anders in the gut. Anders fell to the floor with a cry of pain and just to finish him off he was kicked in the head knocking him out cold, and the last thing he thought with consciousness was.
Oh shit.
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Anders awoke with his arms shackled to a tree and a little elven girl looking at him quizzically, she was tied up too and anders could hear shouting way off and that didn't put his mind at ease.
"You know I'm all for being shackled to a tree in the middle of the night but it's nice to get to know the person first am I correct?"
"I'm sorry sir but it wasn't I who bound you like this it was the slavers." She said with a sickeningly straight face.
"Slavers!" Anders exclaimed.
"Slavers do injustices they have no right to claim others as property they will feel justices righteous burn!" Justice boomed in Anders head.
"Yes yes I know injustice, righteousness blah blah blah but before the slavers get to feel your 'burn' justice we have to get out of these chains". Anders thought in his head.
As soon as Anders had thought of a horrible escape plan a few slavers came over and untied the elven girl from the tree.
"This one will be a good little bitch won't she." One of the slavers snarled and put his filthy hand on her face. But as soon as the slaver did that The elven girl bit his hand and and drew blood. He howled in pain and clutched his hand. The two slavers behind the man got up and held her arms behind her so she couldn't escape their grasp.
"You little fucker-" the slaver snarled and raised his hand and then brought it down and hit her hard on her cheek.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" Anders yelled finally catching the Guards attention
"Oh, why is this your little elf bitch, I mean you did just meet her. Do you have standards at all she is a bit young isn't she? you weren't even on her shipment we just found you inside of a pub and figured you be pretty to play with later." He snarled and dropped his fist then walked over to Anders grabbing him roughly by the chin making Anders look him in his black eyes.
"You know it's going to be fun breaking you." The slaver smirked he was so close to Anders that Anders could smell his putrefying breath.
"And it's going to be fun killing you." Anders smirked back triumphantly as the slaver let go of his chin and kicked Anders in the gut for good measure. Which just reminded Anders of his wound in his side and his raging headache.
The guards unchained Anders and walked away laughing.
"Are you ok?" The elven girl asked, she was no more than twelve and she had doleful brown eyes and curly brown and some dalish tattoos in the shape of a tree just above her eyebrows.
"Are you? I wasn't the one who was hit." Anders sat himself up and looked at the girl.
"I'm fine, my name is revas by the way."
"Anders. Here let me help you.' Anders put his Hand up to her cheek and healed it.
"Messer you better not let the slavers see that you are magic otherwise they'll put you in this chamber and chain you to a wall until we arrive in tervinter." She whispered
Anders thought of Templars at that moment and how they... He shook his head trying to get rid of the memory.
"Please don't call me messer, it's Anders."
"Speaking of chains why did they untie us?" Anders asked.
"Because there's no where to go and the slavers would hunt you down any way, also of you do plan an escape other slaves hear about it and report you in because they'll get bonuses like, food or a blanket." She shrugged
"Oh this is going to be fun." Anders groaned into his hands.
"Why would this be fun mes-Anders?" Revas asked.
"What- oh never mind it was sarcasm." Anders replied.
Anders tried to stand up but couldn't move, he quickly healed himself then looked over to revas and helped her up as well.
"What does you name mean, because some of the elves I've met, their names meant something." Anders asked her trying to keep her conversation going.
"Revas means freedom, ironic isn't it?" She shook her head "in fact I've never been free, these slavers are escorting me to another magister who needs me seeing as my last master died."
"So you've never been free?" Anders asked in disbelief as justice stirred inside him.
"Never." She confirmed.
Justice roared inside. "How dare they imprison this elf for her life using her as a toy or a helper!" Justice yelled inside Anders.
When Anders got in control of himself he looked at revas and saw how frightened she was.
"Anders your... Your eyes went... Blue?" Revas told Anders.
"I'm sorry revas that just happens... Sometimes." Anders explained.
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Anders had been in the slaver camp for three days. Three days of watching people (or elves mostly) from the smallest of children to the eldest of women and men being dragged into the horrid camp and Anders had already gotten himself a title of the smartest ass in the camp and the slavers were hating it. Really it was just like the circle again but with less robes and more chains.
Revas and Anders were currently being 'trained' to be a slave (which was digging soil for some reason) when Anders over heard two eleven woman talking.
"You know I heard a story once of a slave who escaped the magisterium. They say he was a lyrium ghost." One of the lady whispers.
"Lyrium ghost? What in the creators name is that?" The other replied.
"It's where lyrium is branded into your flesh. Amazing he survived that." The first woman said.
"He probably didn't, he probably died and they just made a tale for him." The second said.
"He didn't die." Anders said quietly, but it wasn't quiet enough and the two women heard him.
"And you would know shem?" The women turned on him accusingly.
"Yes I would actually." Anders said he had stopped digging by now and had turned to the elves.
"Please elaborate." One of them said.
Anders thought about it for a minute , on one hand he could talk about Fenris near slavers or he could keep his mouth shut and look like an idiot.
"No." He said simply.
"See Levi, shems don't know anything." The second said to the first then they turned back round and started working again.
"Oi get back to work!" The slaver that met Anders on the first day,the one who had kicked in the gut.
Anders turned around and scowled at the slaver who now had two guards behind him.
"And if I don't?" Anders challenged.
"I'm just about sick of your fucking attitude, boys. Get him."
The two guards approached Anders, they were both twice the size of him and would tower even over Hawke.
The first guard punched Anders in his gut and Anders fell to his knees with a grunt. They continued by kicking him in the sides.
"ANDERS GET UP NOW!" Vengeance yelled. Anders eyes flickered electric blue then justice... No vengeance took over and started taking down the first guard then rounded on the second guard. Anders felt as if he was watching through a screen. Then everything was shut down and his vision went blurry then black.
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Lifetime
Fanfiction(After the chantry) Anders gets captured by slavers, Fenris finds him, angst, fluff, cute widdle angry fen fen, and big bro justice looking out for his baby Anders.
