DA-tober 18th-21st: Tragedy

Hawke and Fenris walked into the Hanged Man. The only person in the tavern beside them was a red-headed elf, his sister. Other than that, it was eerily empty. No drunks, no one but them.

“Varania?” he called out.

“Leto,” she replied and stood up. A frown grew on her face.

“What’s wrong? Why are you—”

“Ah, Fenris,” spoke a voice that caused Fenris’ heart to race. The white-haired elf looked at the top of the stairs where Danarius stood. He descended the stairs, standing next to Varania.

“You!” Fenris shouted. He then glared at his sister. “And you, I thought I could trust you.”

“I’m so sorry, Leto.”

“Can we just get on with this?” Hawke complained. “You have your elf. Take him and go.”

Fenris looked at him, confused. He couldn’t believe what he heard. Perhaps his ears betrayed him. “Hawke?”

“Fenris, there was a time where I loved you, but you broke my heart!” he explained. “That, and I can’t support your views on people like me. Anders was right about you.”

His heart dropped. So that’s why Hawke didn’t bring anyone else with them. Coward! Fenris clenched his fists. He wanted to drive his fist into his chest, but he knew he was outnumbered. He bit his lips. He felt alone. He is alone.

“You mages are the same!” is what he wanted to shout, but instead, he muttered it, irritating Hawke.

“Speak up,” he demanded. “What was that?”

“Ignore him,” suggested Danarius. “You’ll never see him again. And this time, I’ll train him to be more obedient.”

“So long,” Hawke said, “and may we never see each other ever again.”

Fenris followed his master outside the tavern. His head hanged low.