Soora jumped threw the Eluvian after the others. Landing her feet safely in the Crossroads, they stood back as the mirror shook before them.
"Move it, now!" Cassandra shouted pushing, pulling everyone away from the mirror before it shattered.
The stood in silence before Morrigan coughed a little. "Corypheus will not follow," Morrigan stood up straight, dusting herself off. Soora let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she was holding.
"Inquisitor, are you alright?" Cassandra said, worried.
Soora nodded, her body shaking, "Ye-Yes, I...I just..." Soora fell onto her knee's, staring at the shattered mirror, trying to catch her breath. Solas was quickly by her side, holding her as she shook.
"We will not be safe until we return to Skyhold," Solas put a hand on her cheek to look at him. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, before silently nodding. Solas helped her up as Morrigan felt her way through the Crossroads until they found her Eluvian. She pressed her hand onto the mirror as it light up, full of magic.
Morrigan walked through first – followed by Cassandra, Varric with Solas and Soora emerging together. Morrigan closed the Eluvian behind them.
"It is done."
Soora hands clenched onto Solas' shirt as Cassandra and Varric gathered around her.
"Is she-" Varric was cut off.
"She will be fine. She just needs some rest, I will take her to her quarters." Solas handed Cassandra his staff before picking Soora up bridal style, tears silently falling from her eyes. Eyes were on the Inquisitor in Solas' arms as he walked through the garden into the main hall. He could tell the stares were making her cry more.
"Coward," She hissed at herself, barely audible to himself. He knew the main hall was going to be worse. Soora hid her face in Solas' chest as he walked across the main hall and into her courters – ignoring the eyes of the nobles and the whispered of the Orlesian's. Bull, Dorian and Sera walked out of the rotunda, watching with sad eyes as their Inquisitor cried.
"Quizzy..?" Sera started walking towards them.
Ignorant people. As Solas pressed his back to the door and opened it, he heard laughing – a noble man, "I told you this Inquisition would never work. The Inquisitor is nothing but a Dalish Savage – never trust an elf with the fate of the world."
Solas just about lost it, "You are the savage! You see someone in destress – I-in pain! And what do you do?! You-"
"Hey!" Sera stood in his view of the noble, "T-Take care of her, okay? We'll take care of the rest."
Solas' eyes narrowed, completely forgetting Soora was in his arms before he felt her whimper. He looked down quickly and walking through her door.
Soora clutched onto Solas as he tried to set her down.
"Vhenan, you must-"
"Don't leave, Fen'Harel. I need you." She mumbled. Solas looked at her in shock before she screamed out in pain, elven words flowing from her mouth. She held onto her head, curling up on her bed before screaming again in elven.
Solas, looked away, a pained look on his face. He put his hand on her hair, stroking her head, letting his magic numb and calm her until her screaming silence, her breath became shallow. Her fingers uncurled from her hand and slowly pulled a pillow to herself.
"I will be back," Solas quickly got up and left, hearing her whisper 'thank you'.
Soora woke up a brief time before Solas' shift to watch her was over
"Solas?"
Solas looked up from his hands to see Soora rolling over to face where he was on her couch.
"Vhenan...Oh, Soora," Solas walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on her cheek.
"Solas, I-"
"Shhh, Vhenan. Don't speak." He slowly rubbed her thumb against her cheek, she leaned into the touch and sighed.
"I worried you." She said it as a statement.
He smiled slightly, "Everyone is worried. Sera particularly."
Soora closed her eyes tight, holding in her tears, "I-I'm sorry...I shouldn't have drunk from the well. I..."
Solas thought of his words carefully, "Soora...It is okay."
She frowned and pushed his hand away from her face and sat up against her bed post, "You hate me now."
"No! Why would you-"
"I can see it on your face...you're disappointed in me." She pulled her knee's up to her chin and rested her head on them.
Solas moved closer to her, "Vhenan...I've been trying to determine some way to show you what you mean to me."
Soora stayed silent, her eyes watching him.
"For now, the best I can offer is the truth."
"The truth?" Her ears twitched, looking up at him curiously. He looked down at smiled.
"Y-You are unique, Soora. In all Thedas. I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention away from the Fade...more important then I could have ever imagined."
Soora took a moment to think. She looked at Solas, cautious for a second before she a small smile appeared on her face, love in her eyes.
"As you are to me, Solas."
"Than what I must tell you – the truth."
"The truth." Soora nodded.
"Yes, I-"
Don't leave, Fen'Harel. I need you.
"...Your face. The Vallaslin. In my journeys in the Fade. I have seen things. I have discovered what those marks mean."
"They honor the elven gods."
"No, they are slave markings – or at least, they were in the time of ancient Arlathan." He could see Soora face twist into sadness and confusion, sorrow in her voice, "So this is – what? Another thing the Dalish got wrong?"
"I am sorry."
Soora leaned her head back on her bed board and took a deep breath. "We try to preserve our culture...and this is what we keep? Relics of a time when we were no better then Tevinter?"
"Don't say that," He placed his hand on her cheek as she moved her head back to look at him, "For all they got wrong, the Dalish did one thing right...they made you."
He could see a small blush appear on her cheeks.
"I didn't tell you this to hurt you. If you like – I know a spell. I can remove the Vallaslin."
"If...if what you're saying is true-"
Fen'Harel is correct. The voices whispered in 's eyes widened as she looked up at Solas.
He tilted his head to the side, "It is."
"I...I-" Soora hesitated. He is trust worthy – he will never harm you. He only wants to protect what he loves.
"I understand if you wish it to remain. I only-"
"My people vowed never to submit to slavery."
"I never meant to cause you pain. It was selfish of me. I look at you and I see what you truly are...and you deserve better than what those cruel marks represent."
"Then cast your spell, Solas...take the Vallaslin away." Soora moved to sit on her knees, leaning forward.
Solas smiled and positioned himself in front of her. He put his hands below her chin as they started to glow green with magic that tingled her skin. He slowly move his hands up her face, the magic tickling where her markings were. She opened her eyes once the glow faded and Solas' hands move away.
"Ar lasa mala revas. You are free."
She opened her mouth as her door opened. Cassandra came up the step and froze, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize you would be awake. I will leave-"
"No. Cassandra stay with her, I need to go," Solas looked back at Soora and kissed her on her forehead, "Ar'lath ma, vhenan."
Soora awoke in the night, eyes opened wide and mind fogged with the words of the Well.
Go to the Eluvian. The voices sang and whispering.
Soora sat up and did as she was told. Silently she flowed past her couch, which was occupied by a sleeping Cassandra, down the stairs and opened the door. She flowed through the main hall and the garden, coming up to the door the held the Eluvian behind it.
Go. He needs you.
The words echo's in her mind as the Eluvian's magic glowed through the cracks in the door.
Go.
She pushed the door open and stepped through the door shut behind her, the glow blinded her with a green light as it pulled her into it.
"She isn't a threat, why do you have her in those chains?" Female?
Soora moaned slightly, unaware to whoever was around her that she was waking up.
"We don't know who she is. We're taking precautions." Male?
"She hasn't done anything-"
"We found her in the crossroads, in our crossroads. She came from the side of the veil. Not the mortal realm."
"Th-he...crossroads..." Soora moaned, "I...I have to get back...the Eluvian-"
"How do you know about the Eluvian?" The male voice again.
"I...I – you are you?" Soora struggled against the rope around her wrists, eyes focusing on the two beings in front of her.
As they two beings in front of her stayed silent, she asked the well where she was. With no answer she sighed and looked up, "My nam-" Soora voice caught in her throat as her eyes focused on one of the beings. He looked like Solas – almost. His hair was dark copper and wrapped in dreads, his blue-grey eye's piercing and cold, the small scar that laid on his forehead was nonexistent.
"Solas?"
The man looked at the woman that stood next to him, "Have I met her?" She woman shook her head and looked at Soora, "What is your name, da'len?"
"So...Soora Lavellan."
"Where are your markings?" Fen'Harel asked, a sneer in his voice.
"I-"
No, they are slave markings – or at least, they were in the time of ancient Arlathan.
"I am no slave to any God," Soora said confidently, moving to a comfortable position on her knees.
Fen'Harel snickered and Mythal slapped him on the back of his head, "Fen'Harel." He raised his hands in surrender, a smirk on his face as he looked at Soora.
"You never received your markings? Who is your owner?" Mythal asked, worry in her voice.
Soora growled, the rope around her wrists burning off from the fire she conjured. She stood up and ripped the rope off her wrists, "I am no slave."
Fen'Harel and the Woman backed up from her, "You are a mage...with no markings?"
Fen'Harel eyed her left hand suspiciously, seeing it glow green.
"Who are you? Where am I?" She nearly yelled.
"Mythal...she is not from our time." Fen'Harel moved closer to Soora.
Soora screamed and clutched her head, hunching over. The voices in her head tried communicating with her, but were static and muffled.
"Urgh!" Soora fell to her knee's, clutching her head.
"St-Stop...voices..."
Mythal clutched her head, eyes twitching, "Sh-She is not...from this time." Mythal walked over to Soora and placed a hand on her head, a quickly blast of magic made Soora cry out before opening her eyes.
"My-Mythal?" Soora sighed in relief, "Thank you."
Mythal helped Soora up, "How did you come to be here?"
"I...I don't know...the last thing I remember was going to sleep in my quarters. My friends were watching over me. I...I-" Soora was hesitant to tell of the Well.
"The Well already exists, child. You may speak of it."
"I...I drank from the Well – in my time. I can not disclose why...I don't want it to effect the future." Soora mumbled.
"We would be able to stop it from happening," Mythal crossed her arms.
Soora looked over at Fen'Harel, who kept staring at her, "I...No. The repercussions are not worth it."
Mythal nodded in understanding, "But...what to do with you?"
"I need to get back to my time! Where even am I?" Soora looked around, now that she focused more on her settings, this looked a lot like Skyhold's main hall.
"Tarasyl'an Te'las," Fen'Harel commented.
Yup, Skyhold.