I have finally finished my first play-through of Dragon Age II! Although it wasn't all that I'd hoped it would be I'm still left with one feeling...WOW. I wasn't quite as drawn in by my companions as I was in DA:O but I was very excited to see Anders back and that he was romance option! As an extremely pro-mage sparkle-fingers myself in the game, his plight was especially heartfelt for me. I was lost until I found him and that has inspired me to continue on with the story of my Hawke and her crazy cat man/ vengeance possessed terrorist. Enjoy! PS- Also, I was VERY inspired by this 30STM song that just seemed to fit him so perfectly. I swear Bioware secretly worships Jared Leto. As always, most of it belongs to Bioware, Thank you for letting me play!

Hurricane

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave

No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe

No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Where did you go?

As days go by

The night's on fire

Tell me would you kill to save a life?

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?

Crash, crash, burn

Let it all burn

This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die, I will never forget

No matter how many lies that I live, I will never regret

There is a fire inside that has started a riot about to explode into flames

Where is your God?

Where is your God?

Where is your God?

Do you really want

Do you really want me

Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want

Do you really want me

Do you really want me dead or alive to live a lie?

Tell me would you kill to save a life?

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?

Crash, crash, burn

Let it all burn

This hurricane's chasing us all underground

The promises we made were not enough

The prayers we had prayed were like a drug

The secrets that we sold were never known

The love we had

The love we had

We had to let it

Never giving in again

Tell me would you kill to save a life

Tell me would you kill to prove you're right

Crash, crash, burn

Let it all burn

This hurricane's chasing us all underground


The sun streaming through the large window of the rented room woke him from his fitful slumber slowly. How annoying, he thought. Even with his eyes closed he could still tell that the room was bright and could feel the rays warming his face much faster than he would have liked. He threw the arm that was dangling off the bed over his eyes and groaned. His displeasure at being awakened by the gaudy fireball in the sky was only intensified then soured into pain and an unbearable longing when he realized that he was alone. Still alone. He sat up, the sheet covering his bare chest sliding to pool at his hips and drew his knees up to settle his forehead against them. The wave of sorrow that swept through him almost made him choke, knowing that everything that led up to him being in this place right now was all his fault. He was used to running, that wasn't the problem at all. It was the fact that he was now running alone after seven years of support that made him wish he could take it all back.

Alandra Hawke had not abandoned him even when he had deceived her into inadvertently helping him exact his vengeance on the Chantry in Kirkwall. By all rights she should have left him to his fate or plunged a dagger into his heart, but she stood by him even when others would have condemned him. Would he have even taken it to that extreme if he were not an abomination? Honestly, it was too late to question himself now. The deed was done and resulted in the uprising of nearly every Circle in Thedas. There must be a catalyst to every revolution, and abomination or not...he was that catalyst.

Their small party had fled Kirkwall after the events of that night and had stuck together for the first few months. Eventually, one by one, they started going their separate ways. Merrill had parted when they were in Orlais along with Isabella. Varric, soon after they had reached Nevarra. Alandra stayed with him though, as she always had, and he loved her even more for it. Justice still disapproved greatly of their union, still viewing her as a threat to his purpose. Their purpose. He made that clear more and more with every passing week but she had taken his more frequent outbursts in stride. That is, up until three nights ago.

There's nothing quite like being possessed. He could only watch in horror as Justice had taken control and basically forced her to raise her hand against him. Realizing that the only person that she would hurt was Anders she had backed down from the fight and apologized before gathering her things and walking out the door. He was powerless to stop her while Justice was in control and he could feel the being's satisfaction wash through him as the door slammed shut behind her.

They had fought about the reason they were headed to Tevintir. If there was anyone in all of Thedas that could pull Justice from him, the magi of Tevintir would be the ones to know how to accomplish the goal. He had gotten a little too passionate about the cause when she had refused to go through with the process if it could hurt him and the spirit had burst forth clearly arguing against being expelled from his human host before his task to take vengeance on everyone who wronged magi had been dealt with. She had argued right back that such an endeavor was impossible and he had attempted to force her into a fight. He nearly succeeded.

It was crystal clear to him what he needed to do in this situation. In order to lead a semi-normal life his now warped friend would have to be removed from him. Though he knew that Justice was privy to these thoughts he had resolved that even if it meant dying that it had to be done. His mind was far too fragile to deal with this for too much longer anyway. He was too damn tired of worrying about whether he was going to love or kill his friends and the love that he found with Alandra was worth more to him than his life. He had started his revolution for good or ill and now all he wanted was a normal life with the woman he loved and perhaps a few kittens.

With a heavy heart he threw the bedsheets aside and reached for his robe. He didn't have long before he would arrive in Tevintir and he refused to delay the trip any longer.

Alandra watched him leave the inn and her heart felt like it had been wrenched from her chest when she saw the despair etched across his handsome face. There was something else there too...determination. Whether it was Anders' own or Justice's she could not tell but after spending seven years with him she knew that look of resolve.

She hated watching him from the shadows like this especially when she felt that she should be by his side, but after the incident with Justice only a few short days ago she wasn't sure if it was safe for Anders to be near her. If she and the spirit came to blows she had no doubt that he would destroy her, but she did not want to hurt Anders. Not physically or mentally should the invader cause her death. She knew that being without her would already be hard enough for him but being a witness to her death though he wasn't in control of himself would surely kill him. She followed at a safe distance as he left the small hamlet and started down the road toward Tevintir. She may not be able to travel with him, but she'd be damned if anything happened to him before he completed this journey. If Justice wouldn't allow him to research a way to separate himself then she would do the research for him.

As she walked she thought back on her time with the roguish mage. She had first met him when trying to get hired onto a Deep Roads expedition led by Varric's brother. They needed an entrance both close to Kirkwall and the thaig they were trying to find and were lucky to find out that there was a former Grey Warden operating in Darktown. When they had arrived in his clinic he had challenged them with glowing blue eyes and a booming voice. Once the situation had diffused he had offered a fair trade. The result of that deal however was a disaster in which neither of them walked out unscathed. He had lost someone he was close to and she had been totally taken in by his zeal to free oppressed magi. The sparks of attraction were nearly instantaneous, and though she threw herself into it fairly soon after they met he maintained his distance for the next few years. She knew that he was tempted to take the leap, but refused to put her in the line of Justice's wrath.

Finally, after three years of pursuing him he had hit his breaking point. She had gone down to his clinic to visit him and teased him in the manner that she always did, expecting nothing to come of it as usual. Next thing she knew he had swept her up into his arms and was kissing her passionately. It felt like electricity running through her body and the fire that ignited in that moment of lost self control burned through her blood as surely as the taint had burned through her brother's when he left to become a Grey Warden. If not for Anders her brother would had died in the Deep Roads, now he was off fulfilling his destiny.

He showed up at her Hightown home that night looking torn as ever and from that night forward there was no turning back. Though he had thought he was lying to her before his act of violence against the chantry, she had known that he wasn't in control. His mental state and ability to keep a handle on Justice at that point had deteriorated and his paranoia was tangible by the time the events of that night came cascading down in fiery retribution. In truth, he had taken the happenings of that night horribly while she kept astride of the situation as usual. Ever a champion to his cause, though the means were drastic in her opinion, she still chose to be by his side. She could not bear to lose him, and maker be damned if she was going to now. He had succeeded in pushing the envelope for magi all over Thedas...giving them those first crucial steps towards being free. Now, it was her turn to help free him and she would do everything within her power to make sure that happened.