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I posted the first chapter of The Tale of the Antivan Canary on October 8, 2025.
Here are the final five chapters.
You have all supported me through this and I am so grateful for it! I learned so much writing my first fanfic ever. I never thought I would share it, but sharing Gemma with you all was the best thing I've done in a long time. THANK YOU.
Chapter 16: Rook in the Fade Prison.
A door opened behind her. She wasn’t ready to go through it yet. Instead, she sat cross legged in front of the last statue of Lace. “I’m not ready to leave her yet, Varric.”
“You deserve a moment, kid.”
Chapter 17: Lucanis Surprises Everyone
There was a light knock on the door barely before it opened. She stood in Lucanis’s arms and glared at Illario when he strolled in like it was his room.
Illario stopped and looked at her hand still held between them. “You did it.”
Chapter 18: The Invasion of Minrathous
Rook led her allies like the army they were through the eluvian and towards the guarded walls of Minrathous. Seven candlehops waited for them in an alley. They led them through winding side streets to a wall that was actively crumbling to the ground. Venatori corpses lined either side, both smoldering and bleeding from multiple stab wounds.
She thanked the lead candlehop, who saluted her and disappeared ahead of them into Minrathous itself.
“I really need to write a paper on this,” Bellara muttered as she stepped through the rubble.
Chapter 19: The Final Encounter
Standing on the edge of the parapet, she turned to look out at the sea of faces of her army. Lucanis and Illario steadied her on either side.
“You’ll have a hard fight down here when we climb. We have come this far together, and I trust in all of you to keep each other safe until we’re back.”
Isabela hooted. “You deal with everything up there! No one’s coming up after you. You can count on us.”
“For gold and glory!” one of the Lords shouted and was met with a chorus of groans and laughter.
Isabel turned to him. “That’s not exactly today’s sentiment, darling, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.”
Chapter 20: Elated. Exhausted. Amused.
With a grunt, Lucanis took a step closer to her and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry about what you don’t know. We’ll figure it out. After we get home.”
Home. The tension drained from her limbs. “How quickly can we get there?”
“I CAN GO FASTER.”
All she could do was laugh when Spite unfurled his wings and jumped off the side of the elevator platform to the sounds of shouting Crows.
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This started as an OC ask on Tumblr: "If your character could erase one thing from the world, what would it be?"
My response was: Gemma and I had a long discussion about this. There are so many things we would both like to be erased from my world and her world, but this is Tumblr and this is where I hide from my world. So I asked Gemma "what one thing would YOU erase from the world" and she said, "You mean something silly?" and I said, "Yes."
Clams. Gemma would erase clams from the world.
This is the story behind her answer.
Quick note: In my HC, when Spite leaves Lucanis, he can hear things around his spirit form and around their shared body. This becomes useful in later chapters of the Tale of an Antivan Canary and is coveted by Viago.
1,987 words below the cut. Also on AO3 here.
“THE KNIFE. IS NOT SHARP.”
‘No. It is a knife for a specific task. This one is meant to open clams.’
Lucanis worked from muscle memory as he inserted the knife into the shell, twisted it slightly, severed the connecting muscles of the clam, and deposited the meat and juices into a bowl.
It was a challenge to plan meals that would satisfy both Emmrich’s vegetarianism and Davrin’s food cowardice. When Bellara had returned to the Lighthouse with fresh clams from Minrathous, Lucanis had swallowed back his initial revulsion in the face of Bellara’s excitement with find.
Deep friend clams was the obvious choice, on the side of linguine with white wine and garlic sauce tossed with fresh mushrooms from Arlathan. Bellara had been delighted with the plan.
“THEY ARE. ALIVE?”
‘Yes. You should not cook with dead clams.’
“BUT WE COOK. DEAD CHICKEN.”
Lucanis paused his knife to contemplate how to explain it. ‘A live chicken has too many feathers to cook with.’
“GOOD POINT. CHICKENS ARE SMARTER. WOULD FIGHT BACK MORE THAN CLAMS.”
Spite suddenly swirled out of him, usually the sign that someone had returned to the Lighthouse.
“ROOK IS BACK,” Spite confirmed.
Rook. A wave of warmth flowed through him, and he knew he was smiling again. It was hard not to smile. She loved him. Loved them. It was real. It was shared.
He had never known happiness like this.
Which is why he was very surprised when Rook entered the dining hall, looked at him, and turned around, pushing through Harding and Bellara in a hasty exit. He and Harding exchanged confused looks until realization spread over Harding’s face and she too exited.
Bellara tiptoed in on hesitant feet. “What just happened?”
“I don’t know,” he said, continuing to open clams without thought. He was confident in her love.
Mostly.
“I WILL GO. INVESTIGATE.”
“Tell her you’re there, Spite,” he said out loud for Bellara’s benefit. “Do not snoop!”
Spite grumbled a response and passed through the closed door.
“Why aren’t you steaming open the clams?” Bellara asked, joining him in the kitchen. “Isn’t it much easier?”
“I don’t like the smell,” he admitted. “It holds bad memories.”
“I was on a contract,” Lucanis said. “There were rumors of an Antaam invasion coming out of the Treviso fish markets. No one could pinpoint where they were coming from or if they were true. Caterina sent me to work at a clam stand.”
“…Where Viago sent me undercover into the Treviso fish market to find the source of rumors about an Antaam occupation, before it happened. Last time I let him choose my cover. I was the assistant to the clam harvester who worked for his dad. At low tide, this kid that barely spoke a word and I would go out into the bay. He would rake the sand and when we saw signs of clams, I’d dig them out. They spit. They ran. Have you seen a clam run? It skitters, Lace. I hate things that skitter!”
“It doesn’t have legs!” Lace was bent over in her chair, laughing.
Lucanis continued to open clams. “My cover was a sous chef to the owner, who sold fresh clams and fried clams from a market stall. I was in charge of steaming the clams. Behind the stall, he had a small shack with a sink and an oven, vented through the ceiling. No windows and he wouldn’t let me keep the door open. For hours, I was trapped in there, cleaning and steaming clams. The smell was awful. The harvesting assistant lost her breakfast when she opened the door to deliver more clams. The smell of her vomit was a relief to my senses.”
“That’s terrible!” Bellara breathed.
“Yes, I could hear nothing. The whole situation was not conducive to succeeding in my contract.”
“When the tide came back in, we would lug buckets of clams back to the food stall. The stall owner sold both fresh clams and deep fried clams. The owner had a sous chef steaming clams inside this structure the owner called his clam palace. It was a shack with an oven and a sink in it. No windows and when you opened the door, the smell of steaming clams would hit you in the face like you were walking into a brick wall.”
“You know this from experience?” Lace giggled.
“Funny. I was supposed to run clams, both cleaned and steamed, from the palace to the stall. I opened the door once and that brick wall of clam scent smacked me in the face and I puked everything I had ever eaten into the street. It was embarrassing. The sous chef held my hair back while I heaved for what felt like an hour. He helped me beg the owner to let me keep my job. I think he felt sorry for me.”
Spite laughed. While she appreciated the sign of his presence, she didn’t understand why he was laughing.
“After that, the kid was put in charge of running the clams and I sat at the stall with the owner and took the clams out of the shell for him to fry. It was great. I was in the middle of the fish market and I could hear everything! Until….”
“The clam palace burned down!” Rook stopped pacing and threw her hands in the air. “One morning, it was just a sink and an oven under a pile of smoldering ash.”
“What happened then? Did you get fired this time?”
“No! When I came back from clamming with the kid, the owner had set up a table for me. He handed me a clamming knife and told me to start opening clams.”
“Oh no. You didn’t.”
Rook giggled. “I did not stab him with it. However, I learned that day what a clamming knife is and what a clamming knife is not.”
“Yes, I burned the clam palace to the ground,” Illario said proudly. “It was a thing of beauty. A brief bonfire in the dead of night. It burned clean and straight up, touching nothing around it, and smelled like smoked clams.” He paused and smirked at Lucanis. “You know, cousin, Belita gave me that fire potion.”
“Rook?” Lucanis asked incredulously. “You got the potion to burn down the shack from Rook?”
Spite laughed hysterically.
‘What is so funny?’
No response from the spirit. Just more uncontrollable laughter.
The expression on Illario’s face was as if he could hear Spite’s laughter and was on the verge of joining him. “She had all the good potions back then. She had access to Viago’s stock.”
“What happened after the shack burned?” Bellara asked.
“I was tasked with clearing the rubble away from the sink and the oven. Since the fire was started in the oven –”
“You’re welcome.”
“…. only the sink was useable. I was tasked to cleaning the clams and he put his harvesting assistant in charge of opening the clams.” He saw Bellara look at his hands as he continued to open clams without paying attention to the task. “That lasted about an hour.”
“She sharpened the clam knife!” Lucanis grumbled. “She cut herself badly, but the owner gave her a potion and switched our jobs. She cleaned and I opened. The owner’s kid ran them back and forth. It worked out well. I sat at the stall opening clams and was easily able to listen for intel.”
He paused. “I also learned the spices he mixed into the batter. He was very creative with his flavors.”
“Without the clam shack, washing the clams was fine. Once the harvesting nightmare was over for the morning, I stood at that sink and washed clams for hours, able to hear everyone around me in the fish market.”
“How long did you do this for?” Lace asked.
“Too long. It was two months before I was able to gather enough useful intel to bring to Viago.”
“Too long. It was eight weeks before I was able to gather enough useful intel to bring to Caterina.”
Lucanis finished the last clam and set the knife down. With a streak of violet, Spite slammed back into his body and instantly took it over.
“Cousin,” Spite said to Illario. “Do you know?”
A growing smirk played around Illario’s lips. “Do they not?”
Spike cackled through Lucanis’s throat. “No! Be right. Back.”
Shoved to the side within his own body, Lucanis watched curiously as Spite ran from the dining hall into Lace’s room.
“Rook! Need you. In the dining hall.”
‘You needed our body to ask Rook?’ he asked dryly.
“FORGOT I HAD IT.”
He felt her pull on the Fade and knew her hands were reaching for the knives hidden at her thighs while Lace jumped to her feet.
“What’s wrong?”
Spite was unfazed by her reaction. “Nothing. All good. Nothing bad. Please come.”
Still unsure what was happening, Lucanis sat back as Spite led Rook and Lace back to the dining hall.
Illario looked amused. Too amused.
Still in control of their body, Spite ushered everyone away from the clams and into the seating area in the corner. He pulled Rook down onto the couch beside him and then relinquished control back to Lucanis.
Lucanis blinked at the abrupt return and watched as Spite flittered excitedly in front of him. “Spite, what is going on?”
“TELL COUSIN. TO SAY IT.”
Illario was standing so still and straight but was bouncing on his heels, just slightly. Lucanis knew he was as excited as the swirling spirit next to him. With an internal sigh, he dutifully said, “Illario, Spite says you need to say it. Say what?”
Illario smile broadly and rubbed his hands together, his excitement now as obvious as Spite’s. “I can’t believe you don’t know.”
“Don’t know what?” Rook asked.
“Wait for it!” He threw out his arms in the air and struck a dramatic pose that he held, glancing over at Lace and Bellara for reaction.
Bellara giggled.
Lace and Rook sighed.
“Illario,” he warned.
With a graceful movement, he left his pose and clasped his hands together over his heart. “You were on the clam job together!”
Lucanis stopped breathing. “What?”
Illario held out both hands to him, palm up. “Sous chef.” With a flick of his wrists, he turned to Rook. “Assistant harvester.” He splayed his fingers over his chest. “Arsonist of the clam palace. The one person who had to deal with both of you smelling like clams for months.” Brushing at the front of his shirt, he collapsed into a languid recline in the chair and looked up at Bellara. “I should have gotten a hazard bonus on that contract.”
Slowly, Lucanis turned to Rook and found her staring at him.
“That was you?” they both asked in unified surprise.
Happens during/after Move In Day, still before The Headliner
Gemma sank onto the bed. Their new bed. In their new apartment. Looking at her phone, she smiled.
The club in Minrathous was excited to host them. The manager had conferenced in the owner and kept her on the phone for over an hour wanting to talk about the details she didn’t know yet.
The club in Rivain was less excited because the owner was drunk, but the manager who took over the call after what sounded like an explosion in the background assured her that they were happy to host. The words “sand doesn’t burn” were music to her ears.
The club in Nevarra….
They didn’t pick up her call. Scrolling through her phone, she found the number of one of the dancers.
What he told her was astounding.
“It closed?” she repeated.
“Yeah.”
“Permanently.”
“They gave us two weeks’ notice and severance and everything. I’m a roller-skating barista now.”
“Did it catch on fire? Water damage? Structural issues?”
“Nah.”
“Did they not have insurance?”
“For what?”
“Health department issues?”
“What? No!”
She gritted her teeth and spoke slowly. “What happened to the club?”
“Nothing. It closed.”
“Did the owners die? Were they murdered in the club?”
“No! Fuck, why would you ask that? They closed the club. End of story.”
Gemma put down the phone and stared at her home screen. That was so weird. Who would just close a perfectly good club?
More importantly, where were they going to perform in Nevarra? Not Hezzy’s, that was for sure.
A text popped up on her phone. She rolled her eyes and groaned.
“That’s one way to tell everyone, Juan.”
She flopped backwards onto the bed and looked at the ceiling high above her head. "What else could go wrong?"
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Accelerated schedule, heading towards the end to also motivate me to write that last chapter.
Full chapter on AO3 here.
Chapter Summary:
Lucanis continues to count the days since he and Spite last saw Rook. Is it getting easier? They're trying.
Viago makes a joke at dinner. Caterina brings a surprising message. Lucanis resorts to meetings to distract himself. He and Illario REDACTED.
The team hears from Tarquin, and they take time for a beach break until finally, they figure out where to be to bring Rook back.
Chapter Excerpt: - 17 days
Without Bellara to guard at the eluvian, and without being able to contribute to either the research on the Fade or the crafting of the fake dagger, Lucanis was filling the extra time in Treviso a few hours a day to accomplish First Talon duties. Teia had been assisting Arturo and was happy to hand over a list of meetings for Lucanis and Illario take.
Boring meetings.
After the third such meeting had sent him into a spiral of despair at feeling useless and unproductive, Illario had come up with a plan.
“My esteemed merchant royalty,” Illario said to the gathered group.
There was a conference room one floor above the offices, which even Lucanis had to admit had been beautifully appointed by Illario. Lucanis stood in an adjoining room, watching through a two-way mirror.
“The First Talon appreciates your concise and brief presentations of how you improve your agreements with the Crows. Should you speak too long or too slowly, you will risk annoying the Spirit of Determination that shares his body.” Illario had been the one to refuse to call Spite a demon, saying the truth would work better. Spite had been touched. “Trust me when I say this. You do not want to annoy Spite.”
The first merchant prince did a great job making his presentation. The second, did not. After a particular long ramble where the prince was explaining what it meant for Treviso to be a free port, Spite growled loudly and flared his wings. The prince stumbled, hurriedly sorted through his remaining parchment, and finished his presentation quickly. The rest were even shorter than the first.
“That worked surprisingly well,” he said to Illario as they walked back to the eluvian.
He let Illario leave a note in the Rook Book on his behalf.
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Lucanis counts the days since he and Spite last saw Rook. There are a lot of breakdowns but a lot of healing. Lucanis shows Viago a truth he didn't dare hope for and Viago gives Lucanis a gift in exchange. Illario asks to never be left behind, and Bellara has the idea of a decoy dagger.
Chapter Excerpt:
It was just before dawn. Assan and Illario had pushed him out of bed, so he had retreated to the comfort of the kitchen. He was midway through preparing the breakfast ingredients when Viago walked through the door.
It was the first time Lucanis found himself alone with Viago during the Talon’s stay in the Lighthouse. He knew it wasn’t anything personal; Viago avoided everyone except Emmrich. Conversation was short, with Viago obviously distracted but not so distracted that he didn’t test all the ingredients he had set out.
Once given clearance to do so, he cooked and set a plate of eggs in front of Viago. He hadn’t consumed enough coffee to watch Viago test the finished product made with the tested ingredients.
He was halfway back to the kitchen when Viago spoke. “You and Gemma.”
“UH OH.”
Returning to the table, he sat across from Viago and sipped at his coffee to hide the anxiety the words had brought to him and Spite. He had known Viago for so long and they had been almost friends, something he hadn’t had before this before this contract. Once, he had even thought himself feeling a connection to Viago, but after sending a gift that was not well received, he had not pursued it, and it faded.
“DOES ROOK. KNOW THAT?”
He sighed inwardly. He was going to have to watch the Rook Book and the Neve Notes to avoid that though coming out.
Viago continued. “At first, I approved because I knew it would keep her in Treviso. If she wasn’t going to stay for me, at least she’d still be at home.” He remained focused on the plate of food. “But now, because of this, this horrible thing that has happened, I realize you truly do love her.”
Mierda, how could he be expected to hold himself together against this? Tears fell down his cheeks. “She is my everything. Truly. Forever.” Rook would want him to stay strong, to tell Viago the truth. “Viago, she was going to stay in Treviso, even before us.”
“How do you know?”
How did Viago not know? He was at a loss as to where to start.
“NEED TO SHOW HIM.”
Spite was right. To Viago, he said, “Meet me at the eluvian in an hour.”
“Why?”
“You need to see the explanation to believe it.”
“Why not now?”
“One, we're going to Treviso, and you can't go like that.” Viago was dressed down again, his hair in waves, but he looked and smelled clean. “Two, you should eat those eggs. Three, I have pastries in the oven.”
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Last week (?) I shared a bit of Gemma for Rook week, so here's Lucanis for Lucanis week -- it'll be the same story with switching POVs for each prompt.
Making a better effort to focus, Lucanis listened as Illario continued to review the high points of Crow business he had missed. He moved from business to correspondence. When he handed Lucanis a letter, penned in a familiar hand, everything changed.
Spite swirled to the surface to read it with him.
The name was new. Healer Sulcus, not Healer Fedele. But the description he knew. The note said he was offering unique healing. Deep in the caverns of their souls, this man – this monster –remained, no matter what he was calling himself now.
He needed to be stopped before he hurt anyone else.
He had to die.
Lucanis pushed his chair away from the desk, making no sound on the plush carpet. “We are going to Kirkwall.”
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Rook is still in the Fade prison. She's going to be there for a while.
Full chapter on AO3 here.
Chapter Summary:
In Chapter 12, Illario and Spite successfully pulled Lucanis out of his mind and Illario passes the POV back to Lucanis. (Grudgingly.)
Lucanis is now back with the team and they are all hurting. Manfred passes out death letters from Rook, which Lucanis and Spite refuse to read. Illario comes up with an idea and secrets are revealed.
Chapter Excerpt:
“There are still a lot of leftovers,” Bellara said gently. “We can buy more ingredients and send food around again if you need to cook.”
Lucanis wasn't sure if it would help. The leftover cacio de pepe that reminded him of Rook had tasted like nothing but renewed some strength. “I don't know what to do with myself,” he said. “I'm not tired. I've done nothing for three days.”
Bellara looked tired, sad, and worried. “When everyone is back, we'll make a plan.”
“AND SIX BACKUP. PLANS.”
The words struck a sharp pain through his chest.
Illario strolled into the dining hall, holding something in his hand. “Cousin, remember when you left for that special training in Antiva City?”
He frowned at him, wondering where this was going. “Which time?”
“The first time.”
He had been thirteen, Illario twelve. It had been the first time apart since the death of their parents. The weeks-long training had been brutal and exhausting and without Illario, he had been miserable and alone. “Yes, why?”
“Do you remember what you told me to do before you left?”
“No.”
“We agreed to write down our days, so when you returned, we could switch journals and know what had happened while we were apart.” Illario frowned. “You forgot.”
“I did not forget,” he protested, remembering it now. “I was not given the time.” He could barely hold a pen or keep himself awake for the few hours he was allowed to sleep during the training.
“I did it. Every day. Multiple times a day.” He set a journal down on the table and pushed it towards him. “It made me feel like you were there with me the whole time. Like I hadn’t been left alone, stuck in my normal routine, while you were off doing exciting things.”
“Exciting things? It was grueling and—” He broke off and opened the journal. It was blank. Realization crashed through him. “For me?”
“For all of us. Tell her what’s happening.”
“WRITE TO ROOK?”
“Let it keep you sane,” he said.
“That’s a really great idea, Illario,” Bellara said.
And here's a preview of the Rook Book - entries by Lucanis, Illario, and Taash.
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Chapter 12: Inner Demons the Sequel: Illario's Journey
I have reached the stage where I am still very proud of this story, and I love it dearly, but it has also become a houseguest that needs to go home.
Full chapter on AO3 here.
Chapter Summary:
We are back in Lucanis's mind, but this time it's Spite and Illario navigating happy memories of Rook, trying to find Lucanis to convince him to come back.
Chapter Excerpt:
Spite kept a tight grip on his hand. The air pushed on him and with a flash of light, Illario found himself standing in the courtyard of the Lighthouse. It looked desolate. Unlived in. There were pieces of rubble scattered across the stone and the buildings looked dim.
“What happened here?”
Spite pulled him off to the side. “Nothing. The Lighthouse gains life. As we live there. This is our first night. After the Ossuary.”
The door to the library opened and Lucanis and Rook emerged. Her hands were full of bowls. Lucanis was wearing the old set of leathers he had sent with her on the rescue mission. She was chatting easily. He couldn’t hear the words, but he could see the confidence on her face. Lucanis responded. His face was calm but not that of an assassination. Naturally calm.
“They could never talk like that before,” he said. “From the start, they were that easy around each other?”
“Yes. She taught me. Joy. Laughter.”
Spite pulled him through the dining hall door, but they instead were back outside. Arlathan Forest. Illario recognized it from the trip to attend the funeral of Bellara’s brother. This was a nicer area, with the low hum of the river and the bright blue sky.
Again, better than the flowers in the Hossberg Wetlands.
He could see Lucanis and Rook lying on the grass, both partially clothed. It was still his set of leathers discarded on the grass. “When was this?”
“Few days later. She jumped off a cliff. To save us. Couldn’t swim.”
Laugher bubbled out of him. He had tried so hard to teach her to swim and nothing ever worked. “She almost drowned trying to save him?”
“So mad. At her. No connection yet.”
“He was an idiot,” he said, looking at the beautiful form of Rook. Only a few days after Lucanis’s rescue. He turned to Spite. “Are we going to walk through every good memory he has of her?” He held up his free hand at the look on Spite’s face. “Not that I’m complaining, but….”
“You are complaining.”
“All right, I am. They met almost a full year ago. We don’t have that much time.”
“Time is slower here. Must look. Not sure. Which memory. Is actually him.”
Curious now, he walked over to where Lucanis lay on the ground. He tried to nudge his foot, but his boot passed right through him. Just a memory. Not solid. “Lead on.”
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