The life of Fen'Abelas and her journey to Banal'ras
I lay down in my chambers, pondering the events that occurred at the Temple of Mythal. I was now bound to her like the rest of the sentinels. The anchor sparked as I thought, though it was not painful. Slowly, the voices became clearer, louder, and understandable. I was lulled to sleep by the story of how an elf called Solas rose against the false gods to free the elvhen people. The dream that followed shared the secret of the elves immortality. To my surprise, it was the fade. The veil had blocked the magic that freely flowed through both worlds, it was a beautiful world. Fen'Harel had created the veil so as to seal the false gods into the fade due to their murdering of Mythal, his one friend. As I slept, I felt the anchor's magic spread throughout my body, into my blood, my muscles, and my heart. This feeling was not unpleasant, no it was a feeling of euphoria. All at once, my senses were enthralled by the world around my sleeping form. Snapping my eyes open, I observed my surroundings. Everything seemed clearer, but the magic in the air was actively missing. 'So this must be how Solas feels' I pondered. From the flash of memories from the well, I was able to see that Solas was indeed the Dread Wolf. I decided to keep this to myself, as I was sure he would tell me himself at some point. With no more rest to be had, I stretched and put on my outer wear, my lock picking set attached to my belt. Standing out on my balcony I examined the anchor, it was no longer visible. I summoned its magic to me only to it appear on both my arms in vein like patterns. Upon closer inspection it wasn't just patterns, the magic literally lit up my veins. I rushed back into my room to look in the mirror. My theory was indeed correct as the magic lit up the blood vessels in my neck and seemed to caress my face slightly. Canceling the magic, I watched as the green glow receded from view. Running my fingers through my black and blood red hair, I sighed 'Hopefully, this won't show up when I close rifts'. There were not many rifts left, just one strong one that Solas located after I activated all the elvhen artifacts. I left my chambers in my proper armor. I managed to find this set while I had my associates research the Well of Sorrows. They called it Sentinel Plate. Of course they also said it could only be worn by elvhen mages, but that part was false considering any who drink of the Vir'abelasan through following the ancient rites can equip it. As I walked down the main hall, Varric called out to me "Going somewhere Inquisitor?" I stopped and turned to face him "I'm heading out to the Hinterlands. There's one last rift I need to take care of before heading to the temple". He nodded and made to follow me. I shook my head "I'm going alone this round, gotta clear my head". Varric sighed in disappoint "Fine, but you come back alive alright". I nodded to the disgruntled dwarf and made my way to the Hinterlands.
When I arrived, I noticed the rift was closer to Master Dennet's than expected. As soon as I approached the rift, a pride demon as well as a rage demon emerged. I took my two daggers from my back and began to fight, I took out the rage demon first, as it would only serve to make fighting the pride demon more difficult. Once the beast of flame was dead I descended my fury upon the larger demon. It laughed and equipped its guard. I dodged one of its attacks and began to disrupt the rift. I barely opened it back up in time. With the demon stunned and its guard down, I attacked without mercy. Dodging out of the way I threw my assassin blade at him, causing many spectral forms to attack it. I followed up with a flank attack and managed to kill it. Cracking my neck, I prepared for the next wave. I groaned loudly when a rage demon and three despair demons appear. "Oh fuck me" I sighed. I hated despair demons with a passion, just when you got a few good hits on them, they would float away and form a barrier. For the moment I ignored the rage demon and started with one of the despair demons. I quickly turned to send my assassin blade at one, and flank another. With a quick transition, I took my bow and took the delay to hit the third frost demon with a heart attack. That took out one, but still two remained. They shook out of their daze and formed barriers around themselves. I threw my mark of death into the one behind me while I attacked the one in front. With one last twin fang attack, it was dead and I detonated the blade in the despair demon, causing it to die before it could launch its attack. All that was left was the rage demon, whom I've had to dodge numerous times as I fought the other three demons. I turned to face it, when I saw a spell launch itself at the creature. I shook off the surprise and performed yet another flank attack. The demon died, leaving nothing but a rift waiting to be closed. With a slight wave of my hand, the rift magic in my body pulsed and closed the last of the rifts. I heard a light gasp in response. I turned towards the noise to find a surprising sight. There in all his glory stood Abelas, one of the few sentinel elves left.
