"Feyhel!" Fenris cried out as he ran to his friend. Danarius seemed to keep the pair close together. "Leto!" The burgundy haired male called as he embraced the other teen elf. The pair had grown up together. A comfort Feyhel needed after being snatched from his clan before having to watch as they were slaughtered. "There was a tournament and I won!" The white-haired city elf exclaimed as he pulled away to look at his friend. "I'm proud of you, Leto" Feyhel spoke with a gentle smile pulling at his lips. "Leto, it's time." Danarius called, an evil smirk on his lips. That was the last time Feyhel saw Leto. Soon after he disappeared into the mansion, Feyhel was tugged somewhere else.
Agonising days went by. He could feel power building in his body but with no way to expel it. "How are you doing, my little warrior?" A familiar voice spoke up. "Yes, you're in a bit of pain but that's expected. The last slave I tried this on perished under the sheer power being bestowed to him. However, I have high hopes for this." The slaver stated as he ran his icy fingers along the new mark on Feyhel's right hand. "You won't remember any of this." Danarius stated as he leant close to the elf's ear. The magister pulled away and a searing pain ran through Feyhel's body. He screamed out, begging his master to stop but the magister just smirked and walked out the room. On the other side of the estate, Fenris was going through the same pain but for different reasons.
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The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.
RomanceFeyhel Lavellan. A young Dalish mage who was given the task of spying on the conclave for his keeper. No one was to know what would happen at the talks, but no one expected Feyhel to be the only survivor. Now with two marks on his hands, the whole o...
