Post by Krysta on Mar 29, 2015 16:08:47 GMT -5
Cullen hadn't been as nice as he use to be towards the mages since that incident with the blood mages, and the abominations. In fact, he was now the worst of the templars within the walls of the circles tower. He hated the mages, they all had whispers in the back of their minds, telling them to do evil things. All mages were a danger and, in his eyes, needed to be eliminated. But of course, that couldn't happen, for 'mages were always needed'. Bah, that would be the day!
Heading up to the very top of the tower, out the trap door on the ceiling and out into the fresh air. He usually did on his breaks, and thankfully, he was always able to see the sunset before bed. But this time, he was not alone, and it made him very angry. This was HIS time away from those damned mages, and here one was, standing in the spot he always stood in, watching the sunset.
First, how did she manage to get passed the guards, and second, why was she here?
He walked towards her until he stood in the very middle of the tower roof, drawing his sword and alerting the girl to his presence. She turned to look at him, and seeing his sword drawn and yelped, backing away onto the edge of the roof, climbing on top of the stone fence in a futile attempt to get a greater distance between them. "What are you doing up here? How did you get passed the guards?" he asked sternly.
She looked no more then fifteen, messy red hair and blue eyes, she was small for a human child, but tall for an elven child. He remembered hearing about her when he was first sent to work at the tower. Her mother was an elven woman while her father was a human man, both were wanted apostates and both had managed to break their vials of blood and when found both were killed. Main reason they were slowed was because of their daughter, who had a knack for magic and thus they wanted to school her themselves. After her parents death the templars took her strait to the circle tower, and there she remained. As far he knew, she was still in the middle of her training, and they knew not to make her a mage of the circle, or tranquil.
"Th-the archmage said it was alright to come up here for a few minutes... I... I only wanted to see the sunset... and the oak down the mountain... please... just one sunset... after that I wont bother you or anyone about it anymore..." she begged. Her name, her name was Circe. Each templar had to know names, to put to faces, for those who escaped.
"How do I know you wont shapeshift into a bird and fly off? Or maybe kill me right now, you could be a blood mage!" he accused, making her all the more frightened. "Th-there is no bird form in shapeshifting, and it is forbidden, there are no books. As for being a blood mage, I... I guess no one truly knows for sure..." she mumbled, turning and looking out at the sunset again, still standing on the elevated stones.
She was pissing him off, "You can watch the damn sunset from a window, now get down from there or I will be forced to move you!" he demanded. He had no more patience for mages and their petty tricks.
"Y-you use t-to be so n-nice, Cullen. You w-were the o-o-o-only one nice to me... no one else wanted to s-speak to a n-nobody. A h-half-breed." she said with a cracked voice. Oh great, he didn't wanna deal with a mage, but a crying female mage was the worst thing imaginable! "This is your last warning, get down or I will make you!" he demanded again.
"You know what kept the whispers away?" she asked, turning to look at him, "You, thoughts of you kept them away. They would start, temptation would try to wrap around me, but just like that, your voice stopped them, and kept me on the right path." she said, tears streaming down her face. He really didn't want to have to touch her, so, he opted for one final warning, "Get down, or I will be forced to kill you."
"Well then go ahead! I don't care! I would rather you kill me!" she shouted, making him take a step back. Okay, now that wasn't what he expected, and now... he didn't know if he could kill her. It would only be giving a mage what they want.
"I haven't heard your voice in a kind way since two months ago. Instead, when the whispers come, you start yelling at me, how weak I am, and how that I am a danger to everyone around me. And you know, your right. I killed a rat a week ago, using blood magic. The temptations had been too much, your yelling saying I was bad consuming me and making me believe... I know the difference between right and wrong, and what I did, was wrong..." she said and turned back towards the sunset, "You were right, you are right. Mages cannot be trusted. I've always wondered though, what it would be like to sit under that oak tree and just... take a dreamless sleep. Few minutes of shut-eye, without the constant whispering... I guess... I will never know..." she said and did something that very much surprised him. She jumped.
Instincts taking over, her dropped his sword and hauled it towards her, managing to grab something, anything, to keep her from falling. But what he grabbed slipped from her, and she descended down, like an autumn leaf on a tree, to the bottom. He quickly looked away, clutching what he had grabbed from her in a death grip in his hand, hearing other templars yelling from down below.
Hesitantly, he looked at his hand, shaking, and opened it up, finding an amulet of Andraste. Strange, for a mage to have one around her neck. Turning it over in his hand, he found something on the back that broke his heart. The revered mother had come to the tower no more then a year ago, when he had first started working there, and he heard rumors a young mage had fallen for a templar man. Though, she didn't want him to have to break his vows, so she asked the revered mother to give her something close to him, so she wouldn't bother him enough to get him into trouble.
The revered mother had given her an amulet of Andraste, and allowed a travelling weaponsmith to engrave the names of the mage, and the templar, onto the back, while a travelling dwarf gave the archmage enough lyrium to imbue the amulet with healing magic. Seeing as jewelry of any kind couldn't be seen on mages, no one knew who the female or the male was, for the amulet would be hidden under the robes.
On the back of the amulet, it said:
Heading up to the very top of the tower, out the trap door on the ceiling and out into the fresh air. He usually did on his breaks, and thankfully, he was always able to see the sunset before bed. But this time, he was not alone, and it made him very angry. This was HIS time away from those damned mages, and here one was, standing in the spot he always stood in, watching the sunset.
First, how did she manage to get passed the guards, and second, why was she here?
He walked towards her until he stood in the very middle of the tower roof, drawing his sword and alerting the girl to his presence. She turned to look at him, and seeing his sword drawn and yelped, backing away onto the edge of the roof, climbing on top of the stone fence in a futile attempt to get a greater distance between them. "What are you doing up here? How did you get passed the guards?" he asked sternly.
She looked no more then fifteen, messy red hair and blue eyes, she was small for a human child, but tall for an elven child. He remembered hearing about her when he was first sent to work at the tower. Her mother was an elven woman while her father was a human man, both were wanted apostates and both had managed to break their vials of blood and when found both were killed. Main reason they were slowed was because of their daughter, who had a knack for magic and thus they wanted to school her themselves. After her parents death the templars took her strait to the circle tower, and there she remained. As far he knew, she was still in the middle of her training, and they knew not to make her a mage of the circle, or tranquil.
"Th-the archmage said it was alright to come up here for a few minutes... I... I only wanted to see the sunset... and the oak down the mountain... please... just one sunset... after that I wont bother you or anyone about it anymore..." she begged. Her name, her name was Circe. Each templar had to know names, to put to faces, for those who escaped.
"How do I know you wont shapeshift into a bird and fly off? Or maybe kill me right now, you could be a blood mage!" he accused, making her all the more frightened. "Th-there is no bird form in shapeshifting, and it is forbidden, there are no books. As for being a blood mage, I... I guess no one truly knows for sure..." she mumbled, turning and looking out at the sunset again, still standing on the elevated stones.
She was pissing him off, "You can watch the damn sunset from a window, now get down from there or I will be forced to move you!" he demanded. He had no more patience for mages and their petty tricks.
"Y-you use t-to be so n-nice, Cullen. You w-were the o-o-o-only one nice to me... no one else wanted to s-speak to a n-nobody. A h-half-breed." she said with a cracked voice. Oh great, he didn't wanna deal with a mage, but a crying female mage was the worst thing imaginable! "This is your last warning, get down or I will make you!" he demanded again.
"You know what kept the whispers away?" she asked, turning to look at him, "You, thoughts of you kept them away. They would start, temptation would try to wrap around me, but just like that, your voice stopped them, and kept me on the right path." she said, tears streaming down her face. He really didn't want to have to touch her, so, he opted for one final warning, "Get down, or I will be forced to kill you."
"Well then go ahead! I don't care! I would rather you kill me!" she shouted, making him take a step back. Okay, now that wasn't what he expected, and now... he didn't know if he could kill her. It would only be giving a mage what they want.
"I haven't heard your voice in a kind way since two months ago. Instead, when the whispers come, you start yelling at me, how weak I am, and how that I am a danger to everyone around me. And you know, your right. I killed a rat a week ago, using blood magic. The temptations had been too much, your yelling saying I was bad consuming me and making me believe... I know the difference between right and wrong, and what I did, was wrong..." she said and turned back towards the sunset, "You were right, you are right. Mages cannot be trusted. I've always wondered though, what it would be like to sit under that oak tree and just... take a dreamless sleep. Few minutes of shut-eye, without the constant whispering... I guess... I will never know..." she said and did something that very much surprised him. She jumped.
Instincts taking over, her dropped his sword and hauled it towards her, managing to grab something, anything, to keep her from falling. But what he grabbed slipped from her, and she descended down, like an autumn leaf on a tree, to the bottom. He quickly looked away, clutching what he had grabbed from her in a death grip in his hand, hearing other templars yelling from down below.
Hesitantly, he looked at his hand, shaking, and opened it up, finding an amulet of Andraste. Strange, for a mage to have one around her neck. Turning it over in his hand, he found something on the back that broke his heart. The revered mother had come to the tower no more then a year ago, when he had first started working there, and he heard rumors a young mage had fallen for a templar man. Though, she didn't want him to have to break his vows, so she asked the revered mother to give her something close to him, so she wouldn't bother him enough to get him into trouble.
The revered mother had given her an amulet of Andraste, and allowed a travelling weaponsmith to engrave the names of the mage, and the templar, onto the back, while a travelling dwarf gave the archmage enough lyrium to imbue the amulet with healing magic. Seeing as jewelry of any kind couldn't be seen on mages, no one knew who the female or the male was, for the amulet would be hidden under the robes.
On the back of the amulet, it said:
Circe
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Cullen
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Cullen