The fire crackled softly

Or maybe crackled loudly.

It didn't matter.

These quiet times,

Between jobs

Or helping out a friend,

Were brief and rare,

The stillness before the stampede appears.

Religion says, "Make mages slaves."

Rebellion says, "Let mages live free."

Champion and Rebel grow deaf,

For a time,

To just… be… together.

To forget their fight

As illegal mages.

Her slender hands

Run through his wheat-colored hair.

His caramel eyes

Promise devotion between every kiss.

The fire burns down to a soft glow

Before they let sleep come,

Curled up in each other's arms.

Painfully unaware

Their love that night

Had borne the answer

Of which side to take.

The reason to fight

The reason to win

Begins to grow.

A reason that,

In ten months time,

Will earn its name

Renee.

A/N: I wrote this for a creative writing class final project, so I made it purposefully vague. Still, it is set in Act 3 of DA2, so enjoy. I do not own anything, etc. etc. (insert typical disclaimer).