Kiera Amell thought her life was set before her. A talented Spirit Healer, she assumed that she would spend her life in the Circle of Magi healing the sick and mentoring apprentinces. That is, until a blood mage betrayed her trust and left her to pa...
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All five of the Templars had been brought to the throne room of the Keep and were currently on their knees in front of an extremely angry Commander of the Grey. Several Wardens and soldiers stood guard over them, Nathaniel at her side. Roland, Oghren, Kyrie, and one of the healers approached from the side. Realin looked over at them. Roland had carried Kiera and her daughter to the safety of the Keep while Oghren had slung a gravely wounded and completely unconscious Garrett over his shoulder. Kyrie had acted as the protection from a flank attack, taking an arrow to her thigh while doing so. The three had helped the healers tend to them, Kyrie refusing aid until they were tended to. Realin had seen Garrett fall as they charged the Templars.
"Kiera and her child are unharmed," the healer reported. "It seems that her Mana was drained and that was the reason for her collapse."
"And Garrett?"
"He'll live. I believe Kiera to be a healer herself. She drained her Mana on him. He'll still need to recover from his wounds, but he'll survive this."
"Good." Realin looked at Kyrie. "How's your leg?"
"It still works."
A bandage was wrapped around the wound. Realin knew Kyrie only let certain people tend to her. Which made her anger at the Templars greater. The Elf had trusted Anders the most and he was one of the few people she'd allowed close.
She turned back to the Templars. "Which of you is in command?" None of the Templars answered. "I will not ask again." Her voice showed how thin her patience was at the moment. And with the reputation and the name she earned after the Battle of Amaranthine, this wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"I am," one finally answered. "You cannot interfere in a Templar performing his sacred duty to the Maker! It is an offense against the Maker!" He obviously hadn't heard she wasn't a Maker fearing woman.
"Then it's a good thing I don't follow your god."
Kyrie smirked where the Templars couldn't see her.
Realin held her hand out. "Give it to me."
"I don't know what you speak of."
Realin took a step forward, a tactic she used often. Having an angry Dalish in one's face would give one pause every time. "I don't give a damn about your so-called sacred duty. Your Order ran down a Senior Warden because he was a Mage. Because he escaped the Tower only to be welcomed among the Wardens." She was inches from the Templar's face, her voice steady and at a normal volume. Nathaniel had seen her do this before, successfully unnerving a revolting peasant. "Now you run down another Mage under my protection. Your Chantry does not control the Wardens. So you give me the phylactery and you run back to Elmena and tell her I nor the Wardens will not be brought down to our knees no matter how many Templar spies she sends."
