Bishie Posted February 19, 2015 Share Posted February 19, 2015 He remembers his first year at Kirkwall School of Magic like it was yesterday. He was a scrawny little thing, then. Too many bones. His muscles were underdeveloped, just like the rest of his body. It was a struggle in this time to have been raised in poverty; what with the sudden death of his sister, his mother, driven sick with grief, had been unable to find work to support three people. His brother left home soon after that, packing up with only a quick hug and a farewell. That was the last they had ever seen of him. Mother had never been the same since. But Hawke didn't blame her, and neither did he blame Carver. He could only ever manage to blame himself. The magic flowed through his veins like water in a faucet. It shimmered across his skin to the point that Hawke was certain that it was visible, but each quick look in the mirror revealed nothing. His control of it, even at that point in time, was astounding. Revealing himself as a mage was both difficult, and ridiculously easy. It only took a wave of his hand, and a fire would grow, spreading from his palm to his finger tips before just as quickly, it was out, not a sliver of smoke left behind. He only wished Bethany had been there to see it. Mother put the house up for sale a day later to get him into magic school. KSM, to be specific. It was the school Bethany went to, before the accident. He had spent the entire year, consumed with thoughts of her and only her, unable to focus on his classes for even a second. His professors' eyes brightened and then gleamed slightly with tears whenever they recognized his name, and sent him to the seat he was certain he shared with the Bethany from the past. Nowadays, it was a lot easier. He had hit a growth spurt sometime during the second year, luckily. It stopped the few people who hadn't witnessed his magical abilities from messing with him, and to be honest, Hawke would have preferred them to continue trying. He needed to train his left hand on some actual people, anyway. His control with his right hand was far superior, and he saw that as a terrible flaw in his overall power as a mage. Sure, he could just use a staff, but where would the fun be in that? "Hey, Hawke," The hard wood of one of those same staves hit him roughly in the back, drawing his attention from the book he was consuming, and if glares could kill-- "you seen that one knife ears kid? Y'know, the one with the tattoos and the ugly white mop on his--" "You mean Fenris?" Hawke bit out. He didn't even know the guy real well; they had only passed each other in the hallway once or twice. Every single time he had seen a gang gathering around him, crowding him and waiting until the hall cleared of people. "You're fucking with him everyday, and you don't even know the guy's name?" Jacobs shrugged, twirling his staff in his hand. He was going to catch the place on fire; there's a reason the conductors weren't allowed outside of class without permission. 'Eh, he's a nobody. Doesn't know the slightest bit of magic--" "Look, Jacobs, I have to get to class--" "--and he's in a magic school, the best in the world. I hear he's a warrior, and is receiving special training and everything. Who the fuck does he think he is?" Hawke growled aloud. He was going to be late. "I'll catch you later. Hopefully the guy won't be dead by then. I don't want to be the one to clean up the body." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonteshin Posted February 19, 2015 Share Posted February 19, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. It has been year since he had came to this place,and he had hated every second of it.. Just days after he ran away from his owner.. Those people from KSM came to him and asked him to join their school.. He thought bout it,and decided to go with them.. So he started studying in KSM.. There they teached him to cotroll his powers,and also he learned fighting skills and stuff.. But his studies were going bad first.. bc he was always in his thoughts.. Thinking bout his past.. All he remembered about it,was when he got these tattoos of pure lyrium.. All his memories before that were wiped away,he dont even know about his family.. or even his birthname.. and also after some time..other people started being rude to him and bullying him,it was maybe bc he was only elf in school.. or because of those marks.. he didnt know.. and after some time.. there was that one gang.. who always bullied him,and started becoming violent towards him,at first it was just like pushing and stuff.. but then they started becoming more rude.. they started beating him alot.. But he decidesd to let it be and just try to stand it all.. and continue living his life.. not caring about it.. But it was really hard for him.. His extra lessons about controlling his powers were draining his energy.. And he tried to control that thing inside his head,what told him "kill them all" "stop this all at once" It was really hard for him.. always trying to stay calm and everything else... But well at least it was better than being slave he thinked.. Here he had freedom to decide about his own life.. If just someday.. someone.. would help him and stop it all.. that was what he secretly hoped all the time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 19, 2015 Author Share Posted February 19, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. The class was dull, as usual. It drained an hour of his time he'd have rather spent training personally; his magic was itching for some excitement, and there was none to be found while stuck in this prison of a room. The professor droned on and on about the history of magic and the Fade, and Hawke could almost fall asleep in his Magic History book if it wasn't for his fear of being sent to detention. Again. Last week had been brutal-- two trips to detention and a short one-day suspension. That's what he got for fighting in public, he supposed. To be honest, Hawke could care less about his grades. They never mattered in the future, anyway. Especially not in the future of magic, where you're magical prowess was the sole part of everything, and the only thing to ever be truly put to the test. His main focus was strengthening himself instead; he was already decades ahead of his peers, but if he stopped to rest for even a second, there was a chance they would find some way to catch up. The only reason he hasn't been kicked out of KSM yet was the fact that he was their best student; he was the one that was going to bring fame and glory to the school, not any of their other snot-faced students with massive sticks shoved up their asses. Hawke wasn't stupid enough to not take full advantage of his status, and test the boundaries, stretching them as much as he could to the point of being able to get away with murder right beneath the professors' noses. Not like he was planning on killing anyone. Unless that someone was Jacobs. Because fuck Jacobs. As the clock struck the next hour, the professor dismissed the class grudgingly, and Hawke couldn't be happier that it was over. He was the first one out the door, without even stopping to receive his assignment for tonight, and he knew he'd be marked down for it, but whatever. The hallway was empty despite the few classes being released right now, and he knew that he'd have about a minute before it started filling up again with unhappy students. Normally, he would have used this time in the bathroom or playing pranks on some unsuspecting soul, but as he didn't have class for another couple of hours, he decided to make his way down the hall leading directly out of the building. But just as he turned the corner, a flash of white and red caught his eye, and Hawke stopped dead in his tracks. "Fenris?" The guy looked awful; worse than awful, actually. A trail of blood was making it's way down from his skull and from his lips, gathering at his chin and tainting the whites of his hair and his skin. It made Hawke sick just looking at him, and not because of the guy himself, but because of the actions that the students at this school seemed fully willing and capable of. He didn't know what to do. He hovered at the end of the hall awkwardly for a while, before finally kicking himself to get moving, putting himself close enough to kneel right next to him. "Shit," it was worse than he thought. A large purple bruise marked his neck, as if someone had been stupid enough to hold him by the throat and almost crush it with magic. "Fuck. Are you okay? I know you're not okay, but--" Hawke took a breath. "You're alive, right?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonteshin Posted February 19, 2015 Share Posted February 19, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. If Fenris would have known what will happen,he would have never came to school that morning.. When he was trying to go to his first class.. that gang of those bullies came to him,and didnt let him to go.. they surrounded him,so he had no way to escape.. and those guys beated the living shit out of him.. again Flashback: one hour ago "Hey knife ear!" "Hey listen u freak,we are talking to you" they started to shout at him "Hey guys let me go,i need to go to my class" Fenirs tried "Shut up you Elf-bastard" "Really guys let me go,i need to go" Fenris tried again,and tried to walk away,but one of those guys pushed him back "Dont you try to escape u little shit" "Go to hell,no one cares about you.. you should not be here "Warrior".." that guy said that his sound so full of hate,that Feniris knew what was going next.. So he just stopped and let thm do it.. And after they were finished,Fenris was laying on the ground,he was so weak that he didnt even have enought power to stand up.. he was just laying on the ground. .This time those guys were rougher than before.. They choked him with magic and tried new things they have learned.. Their new spells.. and also some of them just beated him,punching and kicking him End of flashback Fenris heard that someone was calling his name,but didnt notice who was it.. he was afraid of that it was one of those guys,who wanted to beat him more,but then he noticed that the one,who ever it was,kneeled next to him,so Fenris opened his eyes,and saw that it was Hawke,that cool guy who was schools best mage. Fenris looked at him and said "Hhawke-san.. wh-what are you doing here?" Fenris says,and then he faints Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted February 23, 2015 Author Share Posted February 23, 2015 Hawke almost sighed in relief. It's not like he even gave a damn about the guy, but the mage wasn't a complete ass-- he had feelings, alright? If someone, human or not, happened to die right in front of him without Hawke's intention, he would most likely have nightmares about it for a century. He still wasn't over the memory of his dog dying when he was eight, and whenever he saw a dog that looked just like him, Hawke couldn't help tearing up a little. Not like he would admit that to anyone. The elf was coated in blood; he didn't have time to think. He needed to get the guy out of the school, and fast, before someone saw them. Luckily, Fenris chose that exact moment to faint, so it made it much easier to cast a quick spell over them to keep them out of line of sight. His magic coated their bodies easily, and despite the tingling sensation it probably gave him, the warrior barely even twitched in his sleep. Wait-- he was sleeping, right? Hawke made a quick check just be sure, and thankfully, his heart was still pounding and his blood was still flowing without plans of stopping. The mage reached over to rest an arm over the guy's shoulder, and then used his other to lift up his legs, and suddenly, the elf was being carried, bridal style, towards the exit door. "Maker, you're heavy for an elf," Hawke grunted, muscles straining in protest. He definitely should have done his morning workout before school today; not like he had been planning on carrying around guys like a bride after a wedding. He just really, really hoped Fenris wouldn't wake up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonteshin Posted February 23, 2015 Share Posted February 23, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Even though Fenris had fainted,he was still kinda aware what was happening around him,and he noticed that Hawke casted some kind of spell over him,and that he lifted him up bridal style,and started to carry him somewhere.. Hawke didnt have any idea where he should take Fenris.. He thinked bout taking Fenris to his place,but then he thinked that he cant do that,since he lives in school dorms,that place would be full of students,so he cant do that.. and because Hawke didnt know awhere he should take Fenris,he headed out of the school,to the near hill under the tree,and tried to wake him up "Hey Fenris,wake up!" Hawke said and shook his body lightly "Are you okay? well.. ofc ur not but.. fuck Fenris dont you die on me! wake up!" Hawke started to panic a little,what if that other wont wake up.. What if he would die.. Of course Hawke didnt care about Fenris.. But still he wont ever forget that if he would let someone die.. and finally after some trying,Fenris opened his eyes wide open,looked at Hawke scaridly,and then looked around "W-where am i? and w-why are you here?" Fenris remembered something about what had happened while he was uncosniucus "D-did u carry me here.. why?" Fenris tried to sit up,but he hissed and shivered bc of pain,Hawke noticed that and said "Try not to move too much,looks like they were not just playing with u back then" Hawke said and examined more those wounds "Shit those wounds look really bad.. Its a miracle that he is even awake now.." Hawke thinked "What should i do..." and Fenris just looked at him and said "answer my guestions!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bishie Posted March 5, 2015 Author Share Posted March 5, 2015 Hawke was just relieved the guy was alive. Chances are, he would heal on his own without the need for healing magic-- judging by the fact that Fenris just got his ass kicked by mages, he'd protest against the use of magic on him anyway. It made sense, but it seemed wasteful to just let him bleed out for a while like this when he could easily be healed by now. "Look," he started, "I'm not here to fuck with you or anything; I just want to help. I saw you half-dead in the hallway, and since you passed out like a girl the second I got there, I had to carry you out on my own. Before you thank me, no, I don't take autographs, and yes, as long as you don't tell anyone, I have time to walk you home." The words just kept coming, before Hawke could even think to stop them. He closed his mouth with a snap, an uncharacteristic flush rising to his cheeks. Once they were out, though, he couldn't bring himself to regret them. Fenris looked like he needed someone to lean on, anyway. Anyone would, with those injuries. If he was left alone any longer, he would probably pass out again and never wake up, and that'd be blood on Hawke's hands. Even though the mage hadn't been the one to attack him, he was in a position where he was the only one there to help. If he didn't, then it would be on him entirely. Hawke stood up more fully, brushing off dirt from his knees from when he was kneeling, and held out his hand for Fenris to pull himself to his feet. When the elf continued sitting there and staring, he felt himself growing frustrated. "Do you want me to carry you again, or what? You don't have time to waste, if you want to keep on breathing." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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