An Anders short story by Dalira

An Anders Short Story



All I could hear were the cheers and the faint gasps, from the other mages, as I started to swim across lake calenhad, with out looking back I could tell the Templars were scattering  around like rats, looking for  boats, but it was no use, not this time, I managed to burn every last boat the Templars had outside the Tower.
The plan was simple enough, I would wait, yes wait until the Templars let us out for our exercise, for some strange reason they taught, it was a good idea that we had at least an hour of exercise per week.
It was not enough for me, I wanted out the Tower, knowing what freedom had tasted like made the craving worse, and yet had I known that this would 've been the last time I set foot in that prison,if I had... maybe just maybe.. I could of Convinced Solona to  come with me.

Thinking back Solona, she had been in the Tower longer than I, she never once gave into my advances, all she could say was that she was spoken for, by whom I never did find out, how she teased me with her sugar brown hair, like a moth to the flame I kept getting burnt by her fiery glares.

Until one afternoon she sat by me in the Libaray, not glearing but smiling, she had placed her delicate hand upon my shoulder, her fingers gave me chills, "I hope you're not planning to leave again Anders, If I did not know any better, I would say those papers were a map of the Tower," she was a smart one, nothing escaped her eye's,eye's of blue crystallized Diamonds, they reflected even the deepest of blackness that the Tower had to offer.

I felt my self smiling at her, with my hands  firmly on the map, "What makes you think this is a map?, really my good good beautiful Lady friend, I'm hurt, why in the makers name would I leave for the seventh time," she laughed while wagging her finger at me, "Why Indeed, it's not the most friendly of places I admit, at least we are free to study magic with out being hounded by village folk," Poor Solona she knew nothing of the outside world, for all I knew she  was like most of the other mages there, with little to no memory of family nor a way of life outside that hell hole, but I still felt my self grow angry at her remark, "Well I can assure you my dear, I am planning nothing...yet" with that I left her side not daring to look in her lovely eyes.

What happened next was really rather fruity if I do say so my self, it was around midday the Templars were taking a small group of  mages outside the tower entrance, the Templar Hastings was the one Templar that I liked, because annoying him was the highlight of any day,I would always ask him if I could leave the Tower yet, every day I would ask him the same thing, and the only response I got  from him was, "If you want to leave so badly, I could throw you out the window," sometimes I think he would of done it to.

So back to the fruity bit, as the rest of the  CSI sweat squad were busy jumping and falling on there faces, I let off a small chain of fire balls, which Ignited the defensive charms that surrounded the entrance, now that everyone was distracted by the wonderful might of magic, I jumped into the lake, and by the maker it was freezing, still remember the frost bites  that formed on my toes, it was that cold.

As I made my way to the surface, I met up with my elven friend whom helped me escape before, she always had a welcoming heart,"You better get lost Anders, but before you go, I did find  out where they hid you're Blood  thing,", The look on Ami's face was priceless as I teased her "Blood ting?, it's called a Phy-la-cte-ry," I ducked before she could hit me with those giant fists of hers, "Look, I don't care what it's called, all I know it's in Amaranthine, I heard Templars moved allot of the Phylacreries there from the capital, Just get it and leave to Kirtwall, I assume you are still going there," I nodded then gave her some coins, before I knew it Varric, I was half way to warden keep were I was captured and all hell broke loose, I believe that was also the time I met Lady Cousland or Therin what ever she wants to be called these days.
"Heh, you can just say Hero of Ferelden you know, anyway Blondy you're story telling skills need Improving, now how about a drink?,".