"Make way!" A soldier shouted out into the crowd that was forming at the entrance of Haven. Solas couldn't see what the people were trying to see, but he could feel something pulling him closer.

"Please someone get a healer!" He continued to plead, this gave Solas the perfect opening for him to get closer to see what was going on.

"I am a healer!" Solas yelled out, as soon as the words left his lips the people start to make a path, getting out of his way. Excitement coursed through his veins, sending electricity across his skin, through his nerves, making him come alive.

The guard looked at the man claiming to be a healer, eyeing the patchy clothes and the staff strapped to his back. No tattoos marked his face nor were there shoes on his feet. His origins were seemingly unclear and so was his ability to be trusted.

The soldier was carrying a slender woman in his arms, her face resting on his shoulder with one arm draped around his neck the other hanging limp to her side. A green light was shining in her hand.

As soon as he saw her he could feel a tug on his magic, like the magic in her was calling out to him. He didn't understand what this could mean, for him to learn more he would have to study her. To find out what was pulling him close, to find what was drawing him in. As he got closer, he could see that the woman was a Dalish elf, with dark blue Falon'Din vallaslin all over her face and flowing onto her neck. Her hair was long, black and swept all around her in curls.

"Excuse me!" a disgusted voice called out over the crowd. He recognized the voice, it belonged to the Seeker Pentaghast. The woman who had shouted came through the crowd, her armor shining and sword near at hand. The people parted, not wanting to be in the way of the angry Seeker.

"I am Seeker Pentaghast, where did you find this woman?" The Seeker asked the soldier, not even paying mind to Solas. He could feel a tension in the air around them.

"She walked out of a rift….. ma'am before it closed…. Some woman was standing behind her…. glowing with a bright yellow light, ma'am. It was at the site of the conclave…." The soldier answered, his voice shaking.

"You mean she walked out of the Fade?" Solas asked the soldier before the Seeker could reply back to him.

The Seeker turned her attention towards Solas, she could see his staff was strapped to his back. His pointed ears bright red from the cold nipping at them, he had no hair to shield them from the frost in the air.

"Follow me! Come along Solas, we may need your help." the Seeker said before turning to walk toward the chantry.

Hours before, Solas had entered the village offering his services to help with the Breach, upon arrival he had handed over his staff as a symbol that he was someone they could trust, someone that meant them no harm. He had just left from being questioned by the spymaster, satisfied with his tale. She gave him his staff back.

The Seeker was already a few paces ahead so he had to jog to catch up to her. "Seeker? May inquire where you plan on taking the woman?" he said.

"We are taking her to the dungeon. If she walked out of the Fade at the site of the Conclave then she may know what took place before the Breach." Cassandra said in a hurry, still walking swiftly through the town, people moving out of the way as she approached.

"Isn't it obvious she needs a healer? How am I supposed to help her if she is chained to the wall, Seeker." It was almost a growl towards her. Solas couldn't let this woman get away, she had his magic and he need to find out how before she woke up. If she would wake up.

She came to a stop to look at him, she could see that he was frustrated. His nose was wrinkling and eyebrows pulling together. "Very well, we can put her in a cell until she gets up." she said to him.

Solas didn't tell her the possibility of this woman surviving was very slim. Since she was a mortal and had the magic of a god coursing through her veins. This wouldn't end well. This woman could lose her life and he was sure no one would even blink an eye at it. It wouldn't faze them since she was some 'savage'.

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The cell was dark and dirty. The fire's light flickering on the stone walls. The woman was laying on a narrow plank of bed that was affixed with rusting chains for support. Solas was worried that they might give way.

Looking at this woman he felt like he had a connection to her. It went past his foci's power inside her. He thought she was beautiful. He wanted to push some of the hair out of her face, but he knew better. There were guards everywhere around him. The Seeker didn't trust him to be alone with her. Afraid that he might do something. Him being an 'apostate' and all, and he knew better than to trust her.

"Update?" Cassandra's voice sounded strained.

"In the past five minutes, I haven't gained any more insight. What we know is the mark grows along with the Breach." Solas responded but not taking his eyes off the woman, this task was more important to him then it was to talk to Cassandra.

"There must be more. Where did the mark come from? Who was behind her? Why did she survive coming from the Fade? What happened at the Conclave?…." Cassandra asked, overloading Solas with questions as she spoke in a rush.

"Seeker! As I have already told you, I cannot answer any of those questions by just looking at her hand. I wasn't at the Conclave, I am not her. I do not have the answers for which you seek." Solas said cutting her off.

"If you DO NOT learn more, then I will have you executed as an apostate!" Hearing these words from Cassandra's mouth only angered him.

"You wish to have more answers! Fine! I am done here, I have all the information I can get from this woman. I would be surprised if she lasted the night. Take mind not to kill her, Seeker. She may be our only hope." He snarled at her. "I am heading to the site of the Breach to learn more. If you need anything else, you know where to find me." Finishing his rant he made his way to leave.

As he left the dungeon there was a part of him that hoped the woman would survive, not only so he could fix his mistake. But because he also wanted to get to know her, even if it was wrong. Having never even talked to her, he felt protective, that he didn't want anything to happen to her. He needed to keep her alive, but there wasn't much left that he could do.

He didn't know why he felt this way, he never felt like this for anyone before. Maybe it was because she held his magic inside her. Maybe it was calling out to him.

He wanted to learn everything about her, about things she liked, to hear her story and how she'd come to end up with his magic. But the possibility of her surviving was slim, she may never even wake up again.

How did Corypheus even unlock the full power of the orb, he thought only he could do that. But Corypheus did, and where was the orb now. Surely it couldn't have survived the Conclave. He hadn't found any evidence of it being destroyed in the remains, but he wasn't going to give up searching for it. He wouldn't believe it was broken until he saw it himself.

He hadn't told anyone about the orb yet because they wouldn't believe anything he said about it and he knew if he did then they would lock him up and question him for information.

The only thing he could do now was to study the Breach and try to find some way to close it. So he could save everything that was in danger of being destroyed.