Nahalanee Aeducan and company have traveled to the circle to find help in banishing Connor's demon. I know it's an odd place to start a story, but what can I say it wasn't suppose to be a story. It's my first attempt at writing something, so be nice, if you see something wrong don't hesistate to let me know.. thanks The title is weird but I couldn't think of anything else. critisizm is welcome, good or bad.

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She stood at the Lakes edge looking out over the moonlit water,she
didn't see the reflection of the stars, the soft ripples from the cool breeze, or
the occasional fish leaping for a lazy late night snack. Her mind was full of doubt
and suspicion, was she justified or just paranoid?

There was a time when she could tell who could and couldn't be trusted. But now she
didn't know, she had been questioning her decisions since she left Flemeth's hut. She
looked down at her reflection in the water, her pale face stared back sardonically.

Once upon a time those tattoos meant the world to her, they were her status, her birthright,
her pride, now they were her shame, oh how they mocked her. She wished she could just
erase them, destroy them. She had killed Trian, was betrayed by Behlen, shamed and
exiled by the assembly, shamed, betrayed, and exiled by the human lords, and now
led a group of people blindly into a losing battle.

A tear fell down her cheek and hit the surface of the water, joining no doubt an untold number of others.

"Ah my dear Warden, what a sight is it not? So peaceful." She quickly wiped the
tears away as she jerked around. She had not heard the Antivan walk up, nor had
she noticed that Trian had begun to growl and repositioned himself between her
and the approaching Elf. She glanced around him at the camp, everyone else had
already turned in for the night. How long had she been standing there?

"We have gone over your plan and everyone agrees, once we free the boy," he of course
was talking about the possessed human child in Redcliff. "We make our way to
Denerim. Morrigan of course thinks it is a waste of time and we should go straight
to Orzammar, but she was outnumbered." She cringed slightly.

"This could not wait till tomorrow?"

She was suspicious, as usual, but more then that she didn't want anyone seeing
her this way. To been seen in such a state was to be seen as weak and disgraced.

"It could, but I wanted to speak with you privately, Warden." She bade the
dog stand down who obediently took his place beside her.

"Come to finish your job, then?"

Zevran tilted his head sideways and an odd look flashed across his face then
disappeared just as quickly. As if he saw something deep inside her stir, pleading
with him to finish what he started weeks ago.

"Come now my Grey Warden, do you still not trust me? We've been traveling
together for weeks now." She shrugged and turned to look out over the lake again.
"How can I trust you if I can't even trust myself? How can you all follow when
I..." Her voice broke and she hung her head.

"Aah my lady Aeducan..."

"Don't!" she nearly yelled at him cutting off his words as she spun to face him,
her eyes blazed with untold fury, and forcing Zevran to take a step back. Just as
suddenly her face softened and she hung her head once again.

" I'm... I'm sorry... Just don't... Not that name" He stepped close and placed
his hand under her chin forcing her head gently up.

"Nahalanee." She compared his voice to liquid silver, soft, beautiful, irresistible.

She looked up and for a long moment they just stared into each others eyes.
He smiled and turned walking silently back to the camp. That one look from Zevran
said everything she needed to hear, and more.