Prologue (The Conclave)
Gwen looked down at the notes she had transcribed and rubbed her head. Even though the Divine was still waiting on the Grand Enchanter to show up, there was a lot of work for her to do. The only reason she was here was for a favor with her father. All because her brother decided that he wasn't the best person suited for a life in the Chantry, she was. She hadn't spoken to anyone since her father told her that she would be going to the chantry instead of Colin and her already fragile relationship with her family went down the drain. The only member she stayed in contact with was her father and that was only because they were of a similar mind. They both believed that even though the Trevelyan family always sent someone to work for the Chantry, her oldest brother, Roger, was already a Templar in Ostwick's Circle. He was supposed to be here.
She sighed, standing up and pulling her shoulder-length brown hair in a bun. She needed to find Divine Justinia and make sure that she could read what she had written down. Grabbing her daggers and placing them on her back, not trusting either the templars or the mages, she wandered down the path that led to the Temple of Sacred Ashes. She kept her gaze downwards, walking past the Seeker, who was arguing with the dwarf she had brought with her, and Sister Nightingale, who was laughing at the two. She headed into the ruins of the temple and started to look around, following the murmur of voices she heard, hoping that the Divine was there. However, as she got closer, what she heard disturbed her.
"Now is the hour of our victory."
Gwen frowned. That wasn't the Divine's voice.
"Bring forth the sacrifice."
Her eyes went huge, running towards where the voice was coming from.
"Keep the sacrifice still."
She was praying, hoping that the sacrifice the voice kept referring to wasn't who she thought it was. But the Maker never listened to her prayers.
"Someone, help me!"
Gwen shook her head, entering the room where the Divine's voice had just come from.
"What's going on here?"
She looked over to Justinia, who was bound.
"Run while you can! Warn them!"
"We have an intruder."
Gwen looked at the source of the voice, stepping back in horror.
"Kill her. Now!"
She blacked out after that, only remembering that she ran for her life from spiders and someone warm helping her escape. As she heard more voices approaching after the warmth left, she fell unconscious, green light from her left hand dancing across her eyelids.
