A Dragon Age fic about Sera. Gen. Rated Mature. Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings.
In her early years, Sera rarely set foot outside the Market District in Denerim. The "modest" estate of her adoptive mother Lady Emmald, the streets where she played with her friends, the elven alienage where she never fit in, a mysterious house at the end of an alleyway—these were the backdrop of all she knew, and all she lost, in childhood.
Now sixteen, Sera is drawn back to her childhood home, to see old friends and confront painful memories.
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Chapter 1: Prologue
In her oldest memories, the ones that fade more with every passing winter, she is little and hungry. Looking at everyone's breeches little, puddles up to her knees little, with knotty yellow hair falling in her eyes, and grubby hands. Her hunger is bigger than she is, hands reaching up to the market stalls for an apple or bread, no sense for quiet or shadow, only the stabbing in her belly. Big hand closes around her little arm, tight, it hurts, she's scared, and still hungry.
Knife-eared brat, they say. Too young to bother with. Throw her back in the alienage. But she doesn't know alienage. Across the smelly river she goes, screaming as a big guard hauls her by one little arm.
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