Dragon Age:The Past And Present

Chapter 1:FallingTower

She was impressive,Cullen thought as he watched her order the other Templar's to go to their positions. The fastest ranking female Templar, She was only 18; a year younger then him. Most of the older Templar's respected her,but some protested to the thought of a Templar younger then them barking orders. He didn't care either way,he respected her and thought of her as a close friend actually.

Her name was Ava Skywalker,she came from a very wealthy family of merchants that hailed from the Free Marches but she never spoke much about them which he never questioned;Cullen assumed her slight hint of a Free marcher accent came from them which usually came out when she yelled. Cullen never seen any letters,or gifts from the holidays from any relatives of hers. She wasn't very tall either,most likely to be the shortest Templar he had ever seen. She only came up to his chest, and had to look up to speak to him or to speak to anyone really. Cullen also noted you could tell how the day was going just by her hair;she had long black hair,but she kept it in a neat braid which would usually stay neat until stress got to her. The most amazing thing about her that he noticed wasn't just her kind yet strong personality,which he adored probably more the he should admit;it was her eyes. A lyrium blue,the other Templar's called it. Cullen admired how her pitch black hair and pale skin adorned her striking eyes,so intense yet calming. Cullen shook his head realizing he was now staring at her, Ava hurried over to him with a heavy sigh.

"Rookies not paying attention again?" Cullen chuckled

"You have no idea,remember you were a rookie once too." She chortled

"Time to make rounds,Knight-Captain?" Cullen asked

"Yes,Let's head off then." She sighed then started her steady stroll.

Cullen watched her from the corner of his eye,She was beautiful but intimidating. Her face was very stoic yet her eyes told a different story,he could tell when something was wrong before her perfect braid became a complete mess. She was usually very calm,and handled most situations well.He had only seen her snap once,her kind and understanding demeanor washed away. He remembered it like yesterday;A Mage and a Templar was missing according the new recruit who couldn't even look Ava in the eye; let alone form a proper sentence. She marched down the hallways with such determination,her jaw set and eyes cold. The Templar's behind her including Cullen himself had to trot just to keep with her,she came to an a immediate halt and they had to skid to a stop to avoid crashing into her. He watched her press her ear against the door,faint whispering could be heard just from where Cullen was standing. Ava tried to turn the handle quietly,but evidently the door was locked she spun on her heel and looked them all in eye.

"Break it down." Ava coldly stated,The Templar's stood there for a moment,until she grabbed one by his chest plate yanking him towards her."I said,Break the damn door down!" She yelled in his face before tossing him to the door.

"You heard her,break the door down!" The tall tan Templar shouted pushing the other Templar's' towards it.

They tried to break the door down,but Cullen could see in her face that she was becoming agitated. Eventually she shoved them all out of the way,with one swift kick by the handle the door popped open causing the door frame splinter. Ava saw it first,She saw the naked and battered mage laying on the ground with the Templar standing over her. Cullen could only catch glimpses over the other Templar shoulders that were in the way before he made his way to the front,in that split second he watched her snap. Her hands went into a tight fist before she lunged on to the Templar, smacking him into the stony tower wall. Cullen couldn't remember his name,Sam possibly? Well possible Sam was in for a beating,she mashed his face into the wall before dragging him to the ground where she smashed his face into a bloody and bruised pulp. Ava eventually stopped,her fist dripping with blood not being able to tell if it was hers or his;possibly both.