Tethras-Stories

Carver Hawke Fanfic The Broken and Departed Ch.1 - A Spy and Her Games Claire's POV I'm running, I've been running for awhile now and I just can't stop. I know they're still behind me, chasing me, hoping that they will catch me. I don't know why I decided to run this way, after the wilds nothing else exists. I hear an astranged sound and stop to look behind me, I don't see anything. I turn to start running again, but then I see nothing but blackness fill my whole being. I awakened, probably a good few hours later. I am lying on my side in a bed where there was nothing but a fireplace to light up the room. I can smell nothing, but dampnes

The Blight had been over for a year now, yet never – with the exception being the day Rendon Howe killed her parents- had Selwyn Cousland felt so alone. All around her, good things were happening for her friends. Leliana was becoming a prominent member of the Chantry as she helped Brother Genetivi with his research on the Urn of Sacred Ashes. Sten finally returned to Par Vollen, blade in hand, and rejoined his fellow karasten. Wynne became First Enchanter. Oghren became a Warden. Morrigan had as promised, vanished after the battle with her mysterious child. Zevran…. Well she hadn't seen him since the final battle. She assumed after

He had been running for quite some time now; from the mage-rebellion, from the templars. At first it had been all of them, but after Avaline had returned to Kirkwall and her husband, so had the others stopped running too. The last he had seen of the former group of misfits from all over Thedas had been Carver, back at Vigil's Keep, when he stayed with the Wardens for a few months. But there he couldn't stay forever, the templars and their supporters would be able to find him there sooner or later. So now the Champion of Kirkwall was yet again on the run, after a year in hiding. But he wasn't alone. "Fenris, could we please slow down? I can h

Hawke watched silently from the shadows as the Templars slowly made their way through the Low Town markets.  Carver glared at his sister. "This is your entire fault," he grumbled, as he quickly followed after Hawke.  He hadn't noticed her as she slipped into a side alley way.  No wonder she's so good at avoiding the Templars, Carver thought.  He strode up to her, his fists clenching.  He wanted to hit her for doing this to him.  When he found her at the end of the passage way, she was bent over, hands on her knees her fiery eyes glaring at Carver.    Carver stopped a fe