Be it the wild forests or the calming wide open plains of Thedas, these were the only things the first of clan Lavellan knew. Their Keeper knew of the human cities, their ways and even the humans' thoughts of the Elven race. Their leader shared this information with her First warning her to keep a distance from the 'shems' as they called them, but the First was rebellious to a point. She was young so dispute her aunts warning she would watch the Shems with interest often tempted to wonder in their city to live among them. When a whisper of a chance to get near the humans reached her ears she had to act. The person picked from the clan was one of the up and coming hunters named Nalia, she is a year younger then the First but the two looked like twins the only difference being eye color.
"Nalia, is it true?" The honeyed voice of the First asked. The younger blonde's eyes flicked from left to right making sure they were alone on the plains. Lowering her bow she turned gazing in the others pale green eyes.
"Tis true dalen, and before you ask no." Nalia replied with a sigh.
"Oh come on, you know I could pass as you! Let me go instead." The First pleaded she tightened her grip on her bow.
"Vanna, what would the Keeper say?" Nalia said with a shake of her head.
"You know this is my only chance! I might never have this option again." Vanna pleaded her long hair slightly blowing in the wind.
Suddenly the First lifted her bow turning on her heel, taking aim behind them. Sneaking up on them three wolves their maws coated in blood slowly advanced. Without making a sound the First slowly pulled an arrow from her quiver knocking it to fire just as the lead wolf leapt towards her friend.
"-you hear me?" Nalia asked turning quickly to see the wolf inches from her face.
Panicked Nalia stumbled backwards just as a fire coated arrow found home, the attacking wolf landed dead on it's side the arrow in it's neck just below its ear. Cursing the younger girl readied her bow aiming at the other two wolves as she slowly walked to Vanna's side. The First had another arrow ready this one coated in ice as she fired no time the two had managed to take down the wolves, the only damage done to them was a small cut in the Huntresses pants.
"Now what were you saying before we were interrupted Nalia?" Vanna asked from where she walked.
"I said fine you can go you know I can't stand the Shems anyway. If I would go I would most likely lose my temper and kill them. I will take your place but you can't make trouble you hear me?" Nalia said as they walked into their camp.
"Thank you! You will not regret this I swear!" The First said hugging her friend once they had dropped off the dead wolves at the cooks.
Vanna walked back to her tent her mind filled with thoughts of being among the humans and learning from them. Once inside her tent she laid down her head resting on her arms as she look at the tent roof, she would have trouble sleeping or so she thought for within moments she was in a deep sleep. She rarely fell into a deep sleep for when she did 'they' came and no matter how much she wished tonight would be no different.
"-help..." A voice whispered.
"-you want to learn.." It continued drifting off.
"How do you know that?" She asked looking around inside her dream.
"...your path is difficult, let me help..." The voice whispered once more sounding farther away.
"What do you mean?" Vanna called out once more hoping for response once more.
"Shaking breath, running, fear, confusion, hurt, death." the voice muttered quickly before fading away as She awoke from her sleep.
The next morning Vanna awoke confused but she started the day much like every other despite the dream, she visited her aunt in her Aravel. Today Vanna had braided her long blonde locks copying her friends hairstyle, she was dressed in traveling gear instead of her normal earth toned robes as well.
"Keeper, may I enter?" Vanna asked standing outside the door her voice sounding not like her own.
"Enter Da'len, what do you need?" The voice of the keeper replied as the door opened.
"Keeper tis time I depart for the conclave." She replayed with a slight dip of her head.
"I see as much as this pains me you are ready. Dareth da'len." The Keeper said dipping her head slightly as the other left.
Gently closing the door to the Keepers Aravel the girl smiled, heading towards the camp's entrance she grabbed her bow slung the quiver of arrows over her shoulder. Her green eyes scanned the area around her looking out for other people from her clan, not spotting any she walks to a close by halla.
"I would like you to help me my friend." The first says in a low whisper.
The white beast flicks its ears back lowering its head to nuzzle Vanna's hand as she climbs onto it's back. The journey was underway, the First guided the Halla along the back paths until they got to the conclave many days later. The whole trip her dream replayed in her mind who was the person behind the voice? Had there been some kind of hidden meaning in his works and mumbling? The most important questions on her mind was if she would meet him again and if she would know it was he who spoke to her in the fade.
Upon arriving at the conclave Vanna was shocked at what she saw, she hopped to see many Mages an Templars gathering but only bodies greeted her. A sinister air covered the area making her Halla buck her off and race away releasing squeals of fear. Fearing the worst Vanna races up the stairs only for a large blast to knock her out and send her flying.