A Battered Old Journal, Chapter One

Title: A Battered Old Journal, Chapter One

Series: Dragon Age

Characters: OC: Mathis Hawke, F!Hawke, Cullen, OC: Elena Hawke

Words: 324

Summary: The first entry in the journal, written on the fifteenth of Solace in 9:56 Dragon.

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Is it sad that it’s taken me seven years to figure out what to write in this journal? I mean, really, that just seems sad to me. Varric would be sorely disappointed in eleven year-old me for failing to put his birthday present to use.

Of course he probably remembers that I was more interested in swords at the time.

Anyway, my Harrowing is what got me to pick this up again. Mother’s been nervous since I turned eighteen so I know that it’s coming; almost every other mage I know of has gone through their Harrowing around that age. Well, except Mother and Aunt Merrill.

I wish I knew just what the Harrowing entailed to make Mother so nervous about it (she’s never nervous about anything!). You’d think the son of the First Enchanter would get some sort of secret knowledge but, no, I know the same things everyone else does. Which is pretty much nothing besides that sometimes mages go to their Harrowings and just…disappear.

My friend Naris reckons that they fail it and are killed but I don’t believe that. Maybe before I was born when Meredith was Knight-Commander but not under Cullen. Mother would have his balls if he tried that sort of thing and she’d never be letting me or Elena go through with it. Well…if Elena goes through with it. Baby sister’s almost eight now and she hasn’t shown magic yet so Cullen and Mother figure it might have skipped her.

Shit, I’m getting distracted.

Back to my Harrowing. It’s coming up and just in case I fail it, I figured I’d write some things down. Memories. Stories. Jokes. Things like that. That’s the sort of stuff Varric’s always saying makes the start for a story. Well, that and the hero dying but I’ve never liked that saying of his.

So I figured I’d fill this journal with whatever I can before I get called. After that...well, we’ll see.