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Author: pansyxdaisy "Breanna"
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Frank
Summary:
Disclaimer: Based highly off of the game Dragon Age, i do not own the rights to that company. I do this solely out of obsession for that game. Writers lie, and i am one of them.
Author Notes: None to report messere.
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Dictionary:
Maleficar- A mage who uses the forbidden arts, including-but not solely restricted to-blood magic. Known maleficars are slain on sight by templars.
Apostate- Any mage who is not part of the Circle of Magi. There are two types of apostates: hedge mages, who were never part of the Circle, and rogue mages, who have fled from the Circle. The Order of Templars is charged with finding apostates and either capturing or killing them.
The Templar Order- Military order of the Chantry that, amongst their duties, hunts apostates and malificars and watches over the mages from the Circle of Magi. While they are officially deemed a force of defenders by the Chantry, established to protect the communities of the faithful from magical threats, they are in fact an army unto themselves; well-equipped, highly disciplined and devoted to the destruction of non-believers in the name of the Maker.
The Chantry- The major religious group in Fereldan, the view of the Chantry on non-humans is that they need saving -- they have turned even further from the Maker's grace than humanity has. Elves were, and in some cases still are, pagan and dwarves do not worship any gods at all. ( heavily based Catholicism, since they have similar histories: both were founded by one who was betrayed and executed).
Blood Magic- A form of magic that uses the power of life to cast spells. (Blood/Human sacrifice).
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A maleficar... The templars had accused me of being a maleficar. Sure i had attempted a few escapes but thats because all i had ever wanted, was freedom.
Growing up in the tower of Magi was never easy for me. As soon as anyone noticed signs of magic any man and woman alike would be sent to the tower of Magi to be trained, and worst of all, controlled. The templars were the 'security gaurds' of the place. Knights sworn to protect the innocent form rogue mages and most of all the dark arts of blood magic. The Chantry was a center for relgion, and the mastermind behind the tower. Anyone to disobey the laws of the chantry were seen as impure, sinners.
Ever since i was younger i always dreamed of being free. I hated the templars, and often drew crude drawings in the margins of scrolls, such as a tiger eating a templar. I had named it "Ser Pounce-a-lot". I stared out the window, as the templars discussed with First Enchanter Irving that i should be sentenced to death. He was quiet for the most part but when he spoke i snapped out of my thoughts and paid attention.
"Now, I know Frank is a little rebellious yes, but he's harmless really. I want you to return to your duties, I will be the one to reprimand him." The templars made a noise of protest but swiftly marched out of the room. Irving rubbed his temples with his hands distress adorning his face, then looked me over. "What am I to do with you, Frank?" I shrugged.
"Get me out of this damned prison and i promise i'll never come back?" I smirked.
"Frank, I enjoy your company. You're an intelligent, cunning, and humorous young man, its just these templars are giving me a headache. Why do you do these things?"
"Well they always send the cutest Templars to chase me down..."
"Frank..." He paused, sighing deeply. "You're going to teach the younger students basic healing spells." I groaned.
"Look, I'm all up for helping, but the younger ones? Really? Can't i just like... polish the bookshelves or scrub the floors?" He glared at me. Arguing was futile.
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"And so then you wanna-" A small mousy kid began to tug on my robes.
"I have to pee." The kid, Michael i think, squinted up at me.
"Uhm..." I just looked at him blankly.
"Pee!" He whined, running out the door before i could say anything. I buried my face in my hands groaning.
"I hate kids..."
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As i trudged back to my room i collapsed onto my bed with an audible sigh. Feeling as if i was merely the shell of a broken man. I would never get out of this prison. I spent hours with the children, only one of the little shits seemed to listen. It felt like talking to a bunch of fish, Just wide eyed stares and the occasional gaping mouth. Some fell asleep, others ignored me completely. I'd have to tell Irving how the class went and that was something i was surely not looking forward too.
"Frank," One of my room mates, Aideen, called out to me. Our room was rather large. 6 Bunkbeds, everyone was given one chest for their belongings. Bookshelves lined the walls. I raised my head, meeting her eyes. She was beautiful, in my eyes atleast, Elvish. Her eyes were green like the forests, her hair blonde and held loosely in a ponytail. Her pointled ears peaked out prominently. She was my best friend in the Circle.
"Hm?" I mumbled after I realized she was waiting for a response.
"Have you seen the new guy yet?" She laid on the top bunk of the bed next to mine, her head hanging off the bed, curiosity pressing on me. She was kicking her feet slightly. I found her simple child-like nature adorable, and saw her often as the little sister i never had.
"Poor soul.." I whispered into the air, staring at the bottom of the bunk above mine.
"They say he was captured yesterday, in Newark. Rumor has it he has a little brother thats been here for some time now. Sweet to see them reunited i'd imagine..." Her eyes were dreamy as she imagines what i expected to be a happy family reunion. I however, was not so pleased. Day in and day out, relentlessly people were forced away from their families, to grow up in a stone prison. Learning that you're different, a freak. A ticking time bomb for disaster. Treated as if you were a weapon, not a human.. or, you know, elf for that matter.
I never understood how elves were looked down upon. Aideen was beautiful in my eyes, yet, in cities elves were slaves, and in the forests, the Dalish elves, were treated as savages by humans. I myself was half human, half elf. Caught between the lines, i never felt wanted. I grew up with my father, a poor human scraping by to feed me and protect me from the Circle. He taught me the power of music, his most prized possession being a lute his father had passed down unto him. When the tower took me away it was the only possession they allowed me to keep. Here in the Circle all mages treated eachother equally. It was a nice change. We all felt the pain of being different. I was shorter than most humans, but taller than the elves. My eyes held a green like Aideen's yet somehow more brown was found in mine. My hair was black, and falling into my face, just past my eyes. Aideen often fussed over getting my hair cut, but i insisted i liked it, so she let me be.
Lost in our own separate thoughts, we both jumped at the snap of the chamber door being open. A templar quickly shoved a young man into our room and left without a word.
He was human, with charcoal black hair, his eyes could not be seen for his hair curtained them. He was holding a worn down brown sack, and seemed to be taking quite the interest in his shoes as he was refusing to look up at me or Aideen.
"Well hi there." Aideen smiled down at him. Gerard looked up for the first time, eyes staring at Aideen. There was a long pause, and then Aideen's smile twisted into a scowl. "Have you never seen an elf before, boy?" Her slightly irish accent began to peak out. Only noticeable when she was upset. "Whatcha been staring at?" Gerard averted his eyes from her and once again was staring at his shoes. She gracefully sprung from her perch at the top of the bed to the floor, lading effortlessly without the slightest sound. "Humans." She spat, quickly walking out of sight.
Gerard and I sat there in silence, before;
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't mind he-" We both spoke at the same time, our voices blending. "Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt." Gerard shook his hair from his eyes, and for the first time, he looked at me.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered. Quickly glancing at the floor, and then back to me. "I've never met an elf before... I've barely met another human. Only came across them every once in awhile, when they wandered near our cottage. M- my brother and I grew up very secluded. To keep the templars from finding us... I didnt mean to upset your friend."
"Aideen is what we call a Dalish elf." I began to explain. "They're nomadic. A tribe of sorts. They stick to the forests, and avoid all human contact. They hate humans, for enslaving elves and taking away their homeland. She was raised to hate humans, yet because of her good nature, she never thought them to be as bad as the tribe lead them to be. One day, when she was a young girl, she wandered towards the roads, as a caravan was passing. It was a band of theives. They kidnapped her, and when they found out what she was, they sold her to the templars. She knows she will never again see her family, and she's accepted that, but not all wounds have healed. Shes very sensitive towards humans, you see. And i hope you don't hold her outburst against her. Please try to understand..." Gerard nodded, a look of sadness filled his eyes.
"I didn't know... I'm so sorry."
"Franklin!" A stern yet lighthearted voice filled the chamber. "Don't you be troublin' this boy's emotions with storied that have long come to pass." Aideen entered the room, seeming to have recovered from her recent tantrum. She leaned against a bookshelf, arms crossed, eyeing both the boys. "I suppose i should apoligize.." She whisered, her gaze falling to the floor. "I'm sorry."
"As am I." Gerard replied. Aideen smiled, her green eyes sparkling once more with the happiness that seemed to flow endlessly through her veins.
"Right then. Now that that's out of the way!" She skipped over to Gerard, practically snatching his bag from him. "Welcome to the circle! Let's find you a trunk shall we? You can share my bunk with me if you please? Bottoms open, unless you'd like a top bunk, then you'd have to share with Frank. Other beds are full I'm afraid." She began her incessant babble as she put away Gerard's things. Her motherly nature gave a warm and humorous aura to those around her. Frank just smiled at Gerard. "And for makers sake boy! Get a haircut!"
Author: pansyxdaisy "Breanna"
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Frank
Summary:
Disclaimer: Based highly off of the game Dragon Age, i do not own the rights to that company. I do this solely out of obsession for that game. Writers lie, and i am one of them.
Author Notes: None to report messere.
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Dictionary:
Maleficar- A mage who uses the forbidden arts, including-but not solely restricted to-blood magic. Known maleficars are slain on sight by templars.
Apostate- Any mage who is not part of the Circle of Magi. There are two types of apostates: hedge mages, who were never part of the Circle, and rogue mages, who have fled from the Circle. The Order of Templars is charged with finding apostates and either capturing or killing them.
The Templar Order- Military order of the Chantry that, amongst their duties, hunts apostates and malificars and watches over the mages from the Circle of Magi. While they are officially deemed a force of defenders by the Chantry, established to protect the communities of the faithful from magical threats, they are in fact an army unto themselves; well-equipped, highly disciplined and devoted to the destruction of non-believers in the name of the Maker.
The Chantry- The major religious group in Fereldan, the view of the Chantry on non-humans is that they need saving -- they have turned even further from the Maker's grace than humanity has. Elves were, and in some cases still are, pagan and dwarves do not worship any gods at all. ( heavily based Catholicism, since they have similar histories: both were founded by one who was betrayed and executed).
Blood Magic- A form of magic that uses the power of life to cast spells. (Blood/Human sacrifice).
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A maleficar... The templars had accused me of being a maleficar. Sure i had attempted a few escapes but thats because all i had ever wanted, was freedom.
Growing up in the tower of Magi was never easy for me. As soon as anyone noticed signs of magic any man and woman alike would be sent to the tower of Magi to be trained, and worst of all, controlled. The templars were the 'security gaurds' of the place. Knights sworn to protect the innocent form rogue mages and most of all the dark arts of blood magic. The Chantry was a center for relgion, and the mastermind behind the tower. Anyone to disobey the laws of the chantry were seen as impure, sinners.
Ever since i was younger i always dreamed of being free. I hated the templars, and often drew crude drawings in the margins of scrolls, such as a tiger eating a templar. I had named it "Ser Pounce-a-lot". I stared out the window, as the templars discussed with First Enchanter Irving that i should be sentenced to death. He was quiet for the most part but when he spoke i snapped out of my thoughts and paid attention.
"Now, I know Frank is a little rebellious yes, but he's harmless really. I want you to return to your duties, I will be the one to reprimand him." The templars made a noise of protest but swiftly marched out of the room. Irving rubbed his temples with his hands distress adorning his face, then looked me over. "What am I to do with you, Frank?" I shrugged.
"Get me out of this damned prison and i promise i'll never come back?" I smirked.
"Frank, I enjoy your company. You're an intelligent, cunning, and humorous young man, its just these templars are giving me a headache. Why do you do these things?"
"Well they always send the cutest Templars to chase me down..."
"Frank..." He paused, sighing deeply. "You're going to teach the younger students basic healing spells." I groaned.
"Look, I'm all up for helping, but the younger ones? Really? Can't i just like... polish the bookshelves or scrub the floors?" He glared at me. Arguing was futile.
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"And so then you wanna-" A small mousy kid began to tug on my robes.
"I have to pee." The kid, Michael i think, squinted up at me.
"Uhm..." I just looked at him blankly.
"Pee!" He whined, running out the door before i could say anything. I buried my face in my hands groaning.
"I hate kids..."
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As i trudged back to my room i collapsed onto my bed with an audible sigh. Feeling as if i was merely the shell of a broken man. I would never get out of this prison. I spent hours with the children, only one of the little shits seemed to listen. It felt like talking to a bunch of fish, Just wide eyed stares and the occasional gaping mouth. Some fell asleep, others ignored me completely. I'd have to tell Irving how the class went and that was something i was surely not looking forward too.
"Frank," One of my room mates, Aideen, called out to me. Our room was rather large. 6 Bunkbeds, everyone was given one chest for their belongings. Bookshelves lined the walls. I raised my head, meeting her eyes. She was beautiful, in my eyes atleast, Elvish. Her eyes were green like the forests, her hair blonde and held loosely in a ponytail. Her pointled ears peaked out prominently. She was my best friend in the Circle.
"Hm?" I mumbled after I realized she was waiting for a response.
"Have you seen the new guy yet?" She laid on the top bunk of the bed next to mine, her head hanging off the bed, curiosity pressing on me. She was kicking her feet slightly. I found her simple child-like nature adorable, and saw her often as the little sister i never had.
"Poor soul.." I whispered into the air, staring at the bottom of the bunk above mine.
"They say he was captured yesterday, in Newark. Rumor has it he has a little brother thats been here for some time now. Sweet to see them reunited i'd imagine..." Her eyes were dreamy as she imagines what i expected to be a happy family reunion. I however, was not so pleased. Day in and day out, relentlessly people were forced away from their families, to grow up in a stone prison. Learning that you're different, a freak. A ticking time bomb for disaster. Treated as if you were a weapon, not a human.. or, you know, elf for that matter.
I never understood how elves were looked down upon. Aideen was beautiful in my eyes, yet, in cities elves were slaves, and in the forests, the Dalish elves, were treated as savages by humans. I myself was half human, half elf. Caught between the lines, i never felt wanted. I grew up with my father, a poor human scraping by to feed me and protect me from the Circle. He taught me the power of music, his most prized possession being a lute his father had passed down unto him. When the tower took me away it was the only possession they allowed me to keep. Here in the Circle all mages treated eachother equally. It was a nice change. We all felt the pain of being different. I was shorter than most humans, but taller than the elves. My eyes held a green like Aideen's yet somehow more brown was found in mine. My hair was black, and falling into my face, just past my eyes. Aideen often fussed over getting my hair cut, but i insisted i liked it, so she let me be.
Lost in our own separate thoughts, we both jumped at the snap of the chamber door being open. A templar quickly shoved a young man into our room and left without a word.
He was human, with charcoal black hair, his eyes could not be seen for his hair curtained them. He was holding a worn down brown sack, and seemed to be taking quite the interest in his shoes as he was refusing to look up at me or Aideen.
"Well hi there." Aideen smiled down at him. Gerard looked up for the first time, eyes staring at Aideen. There was a long pause, and then Aideen's smile twisted into a scowl. "Have you never seen an elf before, boy?" Her slightly irish accent began to peak out. Only noticeable when she was upset. "Whatcha been staring at?" Gerard averted his eyes from her and once again was staring at his shoes. She gracefully sprung from her perch at the top of the bed to the floor, lading effortlessly without the slightest sound. "Humans." She spat, quickly walking out of sight.
Gerard and I sat there in silence, before;
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't mind he-" We both spoke at the same time, our voices blending. "Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt." Gerard shook his hair from his eyes, and for the first time, he looked at me.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered. Quickly glancing at the floor, and then back to me. "I've never met an elf before... I've barely met another human. Only came across them every once in awhile, when they wandered near our cottage. M- my brother and I grew up very secluded. To keep the templars from finding us... I didnt mean to upset your friend."
"Aideen is what we call a Dalish elf." I began to explain. "They're nomadic. A tribe of sorts. They stick to the forests, and avoid all human contact. They hate humans, for enslaving elves and taking away their homeland. She was raised to hate humans, yet because of her good nature, she never thought them to be as bad as the tribe lead them to be. One day, when she was a young girl, she wandered towards the roads, as a caravan was passing. It was a band of theives. They kidnapped her, and when they found out what she was, they sold her to the templars. She knows she will never again see her family, and she's accepted that, but not all wounds have healed. Shes very sensitive towards humans, you see. And i hope you don't hold her outburst against her. Please try to understand..." Gerard nodded, a look of sadness filled his eyes.
"I didn't know... I'm so sorry."
"Franklin!" A stern yet lighthearted voice filled the chamber. "Don't you be troublin' this boy's emotions with storied that have long come to pass." Aideen entered the room, seeming to have recovered from her recent tantrum. She leaned against a bookshelf, arms crossed, eyeing both the boys. "I suppose i should apoligize.." She whisered, her gaze falling to the floor. "I'm sorry."
"As am I." Gerard replied. Aideen smiled, her green eyes sparkling once more with the happiness that seemed to flow endlessly through her veins.
"Right then. Now that that's out of the way!" She skipped over to Gerard, practically snatching his bag from him. "Welcome to the circle! Let's find you a trunk shall we? You can share my bunk with me if you please? Bottoms open, unless you'd like a top bunk, then you'd have to share with Frank. Other beds are full I'm afraid." She began her incessant babble as she put away Gerard's things. Her motherly nature gave a warm and humorous aura to those around her. Frank just smiled at Gerard. "And for makers sake boy! Get a haircut!"