Dragon Age

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yevin looked right at Stella even though she did not return the look. "We'll need to continue your magic training if you ever hope to do more than just a patch-up after the battle is over. What I saw today could have been prevented if you had steeled your nerves." He could tell she was going to get more emotional from his talking, so he quickly went over and hugged her arms into restraint. "I know its hard to control your emotions when it feels right to express them, but those with the power for magic have to stay in control or else we destroy everything around us."

[Grace.E]

Stella did not like the idea of being a destroyer... though tears still weld in her eyes, she held them back furiously... she did not want to show weakness. it felt strange to her that this being would hug her..she found it even more unnerving when she hugged him, though, her heart beated quickly and she closed her eyes, dare not to look at her master.

[serpington]

durako stired in his sleep, memories of his past flashing before his closed eyes. both happy and sad segments of his past, but his most cherished were the ones with his aunt, uncle and cousin....the closest thing he ever had to a family. his body began to tremble as his only suppresed memory resurfaced. the night of the blood crest festivle...the night he lost every thing he ever had.

the full moon sat low in the sky, elven refugees dancing, singing and playing various instriments outside a large circus like tent. his aunt stood next to him, his cousin in his young arms. "auntie Clasae, where is uncle yanshek? he shoul be here by now." "don't worry child, i'm sure he's on his way." not a moment later a tall elf apeared on the hill overlooking the celibration. "there he is auntie! he's finally here!" his aunt took young stella out of his arms before he started to run towards the hill. he was halfway there when thirty humans apeared next to the man on the hill. durako started to runn back towards the festivle when the humans charged. when he awoke he found himself alone, infront of him was the burnig tent and the bodies of those that had been slaughtered. he made it back to the villige later that day to find less than a third of the villagers left, the others ether killed or captured....including young stella.

sections of the next few weeks flashed before his eyes, all of which were him watching silently as his aunt broke down, as his village got back on its feet....then as his aunt left to find her lost daughter...never to be seen again. the next section of his memory to show itself was of about a year later when he to left the village to...to escape his past.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yevin looked about, and casually stroked Stella's hair. He then pulled himself from her hug and went outside for a moment and then came back. "The coast is clear, try not to mention anything much about the Gray Wardens..."

[Grace.E]

Stella stroked Durako's hair comfortingly, she was still in a slight daze, through when Yevin was not looking, her amber eyes flicked up to him before immediately dropping down control...why does everything have to be in control...? what ever happened to freedom?

[serpington]

durako started to wake, he felt a hand stroking his head and a cold sweat covering his body. "what happened? one minute i was going off at someone, the next i'm here with a spliting head ache and stella comforting me." he sat up slowly finding the dagger in his belt. "oh yea, this is yours." he gave stella the dagger back and looked around.

[Grace.E]

Stella took the dagger, it was warm, she gently stroke the blade before standing up "we should leave..." she said quietly

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yevin casually walked over to Stella and put a hand on her shoulder. It would be hard to keep up with Yevin's personality changes unless you listened to the tone of his voice, or read his posture. "Would you perfer to control your power for the sake of others, or the freedom of being alone?" He lifted up Durako and got him on his feet as he went to the door. "So, can anyone remind me where we're going... I had to stay out of earshot for most of our stay here."

[Grace.E]

Stella blinked "we were trying to find the wild witch...if anything..." their other comrades had gone..."we are left on our own.."

[serpington]

durako swayed a little, stil uneasy on his feet. "thanks, so it's just the three of us?" he looked around before sighing and turning to yevin "sorry for going off earlier. it's just that stella is the closest i have left to a family, both my parents are gone along with the one i called my aunt. her husband is no longer anything but a hated memory and her only daughter is in this room."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yevin rolled his eyes and kept the door open. "Yes, you are both very lucky to be alive, now can we find Flemeth or do I have to act like your past has anything to do with your future?!"

[Grace.E]

Stella glowerd at Yevin "you know, I liked you better when you were cooperating, now, lets get going before we are found out by the guards" having some sense of control she looked at her relative "lets go"

[serpington]

"after you sister." he smiled walking over to stalla's side "don't forget that if you ever have a question or a task, feel free to ask them of me...and about that cerimony you asked earlier...you were wrong, it was finished before your mother left the village...but that is all i shall say for now."

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yevin stared incredulously at Stella as she said 'cooperating', and didn't say anything until Durako finished speaking. "When did I ever cooperate with my apprentice?! The only reason I am standing with you now, is because that idiotic scale-face decided to abandon you and your cousin. That dwarf is such a hypocrite!"

[Grace.E]

Stella whipped around, her amber eyes large, wild and angry, her chest heaved "I...would appreciate if we discussed this later..." she said as calmly as she could, turning on her heel, she walked away, the marbial, Horse had made his way back and was at her heel. Stella didn't want to show the tears, or the strange emotion she felt