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Chapter 1
I haled the boy's hand as we ran through the forest trying to get away from those who have found us. We had been on our own for 10 years. Frost was only 5 years old when our world changed because some mage wanted to use us in their experiment.
I had been trying all this time to get our world back but since that day I was nowhere near as powerful as I had been. So Frost had to grow up in this world never knowing what should have been.
I stopped at a clearing and tried to push him in front of me to keep going.
"Run, don't look back I will hold them off as much as possible."
"No, I will not leave you."
"Lisen to me no matter what you must survive if the Fade is willing we will see each other again I promise."
"Sister please."
I could see the tears running down his face as he held on to me not wanting to let go.
"No. I. Said. RUN!
I shoved him away and I saw Frost take one more look back before disappearing through the trees. I then sent what little magic I had to hide his escape and pray to Fen'Harel that he will keep him safe.
"My old friend if you can still hear me, after all this time I ask you to protect my brother."
They were upon me in moments as I fought with all I had to give him as much time as I could. But It was not much of a fight. I was not even able to kill one of them before they caught and bound me. I do not know what spell they used on me but when it hit me I felt my whole body spasm and want to break apart. It was almost as bad as the one that changed my life forever.
I was in so much pain I started to shut down and lock all the bad things away so that I would not heart or despair anymore. And as my world turned black I closed my eyes and forgot all but the fact I had to find Frost.
It had been three years since the day the Qun took me from my little brother. I wish I could say that I thrived under them and became an important figure but that was not my fate.
Even though I had very little magic in me not even enough to light a candle. I was condemned to be Saarebas. I was not willing and fought them at every turn I could for the first 6 months. They would beat me and educate me on being a part of the Qun. My tongue was cut off and my mouth was sown shot to keep me from talking and as time moved on my will started to falter.
I thank if it was not for the fact I still haled out hope to see my brother again I would have truly become like the others around me.
Then about three nights back my chance to run finely came. My Arvaarad had taken me out to hunt down some Tal-Vashoth. When we were attacked by some Venatori. After a long and drown out fight With only half of them left they killed Arvaarad and all his men. I grabbed my leash and run not even stopping when being attacked from behind. When I came to a cliff I did not falter and jumped.
From then on I was alone. I stayed away from all towns and people as I traveled. I found that the moment anyone saw the horns on my head they would look at me with suspicion, fear, and hate.
For another year I traveled doing odd jobs and looking for any info that might lead me to Frost. I stayed clear of the fighting that was going on with the humans as much as possible, and I never used any kind of magic again so that the templars would not take notice of me.
I was working at an Inn in a village just outside of Denerim when the sky was torn apart and daemons started to pour through. After the explosion at the conclave, the world fall into cause I had no intention of going anywhere near the Inquisition that is until I heard that a brown-skinned 7-foot tall Tal-Vashoth named Frost was the Herald of Andraste. I then started for Haven as fast as I could on my Light-Torn horse Firefly.