The Inquisitions Plague

by Defying_Gravity86

Summary:

What if....

Tales have existed since the First Blight, of a different type of Darkspawn and a being with the ability to control them. Amicia's younger brother is the latest vessel, and does everything in her power to protect him from those who wish to use him for their own gain.

They spent months hiding, dodging those that wished for their capture, until....

Notes:

Hi~

This is my first fic here on ao3. Honestly not sure what's going to go on with it.

It is going to be told in drabbles, and I really don't know if I'm going to update this a lot, but someone came up with the idea and the worm wriggled in my brain. So, ta-da, a thing!

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Amicia crouched in the thick brush behind a tree, struggling to keep her heavy breathing quiet. Hugo was tucked into her front, covered by the bulk of her body. They had been pursued for days, and were now in the Emerald Graves. The trek through Orlais was daunting enough, but the party that was dogging their footsteps was making everything ten times worse.

She flinched and tucked Hugo closer to her at the distant thuds of a Giants footsteps. Amicia would never have come here if there had been any other choice, but the appearance of those damned Red Templars had caused them to try the cover of the forest.

The sudden presence of someone behind her and the weight of a hand on her shoulder made her let out a short lived shriek. Jerking away, she turned, hurrying to shove Hugo behind her. Standing there was a man in well cared for armor, with hair that was cropped short and shaved close at the sides. He looked equally as surprised at what he was seeing. From behind him came a motley crew, made up of 2 elves, a dwarf and 2 humans. The man looked back at the crew, "Seems people have been telling tales. They're just kids."

The man then ran his hand over the top of this head, "Someone's gotta tell the Chief. He isn't gonna like this."