Prologue
Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Fenris finds himself in a strange world. Rating: TBD (currently this chapter is PG)
Blinding light whipped out of the eluvian like a vengeful ribbon. The center of the floor where the symbols lay was now a gaping hole. The floor vanished, and wind shrieked around the room, tossing hair and clothes, dancing itself into a vortex.
"Back! Get back! It's trying to pull us in!" Hawke screamed, her hair whipping around her in the interior gale. "Merrill! What in Andraste's tits is going on?!"
"It's a gate! A gate opened. I didn't...This was beyond my expectations."
"Then close the fucking gate!" That was Anders, his voice booming even against the wind. Cracks of the Fade sundered his skin, and he deftly blocked all the snake like vines of light from grabbing him.
Fenris wasn't so lucky. He was closest to the tainted mirror when the ritual went awry. He slashed at the nearest power ribbon with his sword, sundering it, but the loose end whipped around and grabbed his knee. Fenris' muscles spasmed . He collapsed to the floor, sinews screaming, body convulsing. His vision stopped. There was only blackness, pain, and the roaring in his bones.
"FENRIS! FENRIS! GRAB HIM!" Whatever else Hawke yelled, Fenris couldn't hear. He was pulled into the Void.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The bird was loud and insistent. If it didn't quiet soon, Fenris was going to murder it and present its body as a gift for Anders. The abomination mentioned needing new feathers for the monstrosity he called a pauldron, didn't he?
Beep! Beep! Beep!
With a snarl, Fenris snapped opened his eyes, tossed the blanket aside, and sat up— to an unfamiliar room.
He lay in a bed befitting a king. It was easily large enough to comfortably hold at least four large qunari, and he lay in the middle of it. Fenris ran his hand over the sheets, cool and smooth under his hands. This was certainly a change from what he was used to, one thin blanket on a straw pallet. The blanket crumpled over his thighs was heavy, thick and plush like rabbit fur. But it wasn’t rabbit fur, Fenris thought, for no rabbit had hair like this. Or perhaps it was rabbit fur, at least a dozen, no two dozen hides dyed a soft beige and sewn together so cleverly as to make the stitches invisible. Expensive. Rare. Clearly the owner of this bed was a person of wealth and means, if they could afford to slaughter so many well fed, exquisitely groomed rabbits for one blanket.
Or perhaps they slaughtered one enormous rabbit. That was possible, wasn’t it?
Fenris took in the rest of the bedroom. The walls were a soft, pale blue. A fire flickered merrily in a roughly hewn stone wall. The fire was separated from the room by a thin, perfect pane of glass. Fenris stared. There were no bubbles, no warping, no dashes of color to mar the crystalline purity of that pane of glass. Clearly magic. He would have to tread carefully.
In contrast to the eggshell delicate walls and the perfect glass, the ceiling was made of rough wooden timbers. Rustic, Fenris thought. Perhaps the owner grew up somewhere rough, like the Anderfels or Ferelden. Perhaps they wallowed in luxury but missed the wildness and simplicity of the country. But now Fenris wondered how he ended up in this bed with no memory of how he got there.
What was this place? Where was he? The last he remembered, he was at Merrill's. At Hawke's request, which was really a cross between blackmailing and begging. He and Anders helped the witch with a ritual. She claimed it would cleanse the eluvian, allowing her to finally pry open its secret. The damn fool. She knew not what she played with! It grew out of her control, and she was helpless to stop it. His lyrium markings flashed, and he felt a tug...then he woken up in a strange room.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
In his daze, Fenris forgot about the bird. He turned his head to the source of the noise, and found a rectangular box, blinking the numbers 10:15 followed by two unfamiliar symbols. Fenris frowned. He didn't understand the meaning of the strange box, but he knew he needed to turn off the sound. Gingerly, he reached out to touch the box, giving it a quick tap before snatching his hand back lest it hurt him. Nothing happened. The box bird continued to chirp. It was annoying. Fenris tapped it once more. Then again, this time firmer, but the contraption wouldn't stop. He pounded at it, first with his palm, then with a fist. Finally, out of frustration, he grabbed the black box and threw it against the wall.
Fenris sighed in relief at the blessed silence.
"Fenris? Is that you?" A voice came from downstairs. A familiar voice. "What are you still doing home? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Fenris' ears twitched, trying to follow the voice in an attempt to place it. Who was it? Who was here with him?
"Hey, elf, I know you’re home! I made breakfast. If you're not down here in five minutes, I'm giving it to the cats!"
Anders! The blasted, annoying voice belonged to the mage. Fenris couldn't believe relief washed over him, but it did. He tore open the door, and raced downstairs toward the sound of the mage's voice. At least he wasn't alone.
And then stopped dead in his tracks when he found the mage naked except for a pair of smallclothes. Very form fitting smallclothes. With a caricature of a cat drawn on the front of them.
"Mornin', sleepyhead. What's up with the getup? White hair and cheap looking armor? Isn’t it a little too early for Satinalia?"
Too shocked and dumbfounded, Fenris had difficulty voicing his panic and confusion. He was busy staring at the cat. It was...bulging. "Anders, what's going on?" he asked at last, stringing together some coherent words to make a sentence.
There was a pause, before Anders answered with a laugh, "Oh Maker, I'm so glad you asked. I thought you'd forget, since you're a workaholic and all." He stuck his hands on his hips, accentuating his figure much to Fenris' distraction. "It's our anniversary."
"Anni...versary?"
Anders lifted his left hand and stuck out his ring finger. He wore a gold band around it. "Duh, dear husband, we're married. So what'd you get me?"
Ch 1 (coming soon)
Prologue credits:
-Authors: @Tearsofwinter and @Contreparry -Beta: @emotionalmorphine
-Artist: @primarycosumer
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