Just decided to jot this down for…some reason…well, this particular passage has been shaking around in my head for a while so mostly I wrote it to get it out. There is a shape of a story forming though so, if you like and would like to read, let me know and I'll write more. Also, if I decide to continue, I haven't made up my mind if it will be a Fenris romance or a Sebastian romance. There are merits for both...let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Don't own Dragon Age.

Is being seen the same as being noticed? Is being someone's shadow the same as being invisible? If she is Hawke, then I am Sparrow…ever flittering in the wind behind her wings but it is there I am comfortable. It is there I am safe.

Do I love my sister? Yes, with all my heart. I would give my life for her and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, she would do the same.

Still, there is this…place. A place within me that is hollow. I am not strong like Hawke, not outspoken or charming or half as lovely. I simply am. I exist.

My name is Bell Hawke, younger sister to Helena Hawke, daughter of Leandra Amell and Malcolm Hawke but it is my father's blood that runs in my veins…a mage's blood.

Mother cried the day we found out. I had been playing with grasshoppers near a stream behind our house with my sister and was following a particularly colorful one when suddenly I was being yanked backwards with Hawke screaming for dad. Apparently, water freezing like stepping-stones beneath one's feet is abnormal.

We left that night and mother cried. I remember giving her a flower I picked off the side of the road and telling her how sorry I was. It was my fault we were moving again, it was my fault she was crying and it was my fault everyone was scared. Then…she had gathered me into her arms, hugged me and told me she loved me and that they wouldn't have me. At the time, I had not known who they were but it soon became clear. They were the people we had been running from all these years, they were the reason my sister and I never had many friends and they were the reason our home was never really a home for very long.

And, now, here we were in their territory: Kirkwall, Land of the Templars. I am a minnow in a sea of sharks but I have my sister, I have Hawke and I have my mother so maybe…just maybe they will not let the sea swallow me whole.