My father was the one who handed me over, actually. I was twelve - something of a late bloomer - and had set fire to a barn. As far as I know, I'm the first mage in my line - if there were others, no one ever spoke of them. My mother would have tried to hide me, but really, the Chantry left them no choice. They take your citizenship away if you're caught harbouring an apostate, you see. I hate him for it, of course I do, but I don'tshouldn't can't really blame him for being a Maker- and Chantry-fearing man.
He is, yes. As is my far better half, Hawke. The three of us were working to free all the mages - some of the Circles we tore down, others saw our example and rose up themselves. I'm forever torn between gratitude that I'm not here alone and regret that we should still be in Thedas, leading the fight, but someone else will pick up the torch we lit won't they?. I'm told the new Divine is sympathetic to our cause.