UPDATE: I have made the spelling much better.
K.C's notes: This is a work in progress. Be kind please. Sarah spell checked this for me. I use speech recognition software as I'm dyslexic and i find typing horribly difficult. And yes the chapter title is a Silent Hill two reference.
Chapter one: In Restless Dreams
It was a dark and eerie night in the mountains of Ferelden. The wolves in the mountains howled and bayed for the blood of anyone foolish enough to wander the mountain paths alone. The crows flew to their roosts in the main watchtower of Skyhold's massive structure, coming home to Leliana for the night. The people slumbered in their warm and cozy beds and were grateful that they finally had better lodgings than the makeshift tents they had used in Haven. However the dreams of the people were filled with bad omens and whispered echoes of what could happen if the creeping darkness from the North ever truly took root in the South. A lone moth fluttered to close to a flame and then was snuffed out by the fire's intensity before it could escape the alluring lick of flame... This is how the people of Ferelden and Orlais feared it would be if Tevinter ever succeeded in spreading - like a fresh blight - across the face of Thedas.
In his bed the ex-Knight Captain of Kirkwall - Cullen Rutherford - stirred slightly as dreams of sapphire blue lyrium played heavily upon his weighted down mind.
Josephine Montillyet, tireless ambassador of the Inquisition, was wrapped in swathes of warm bedding. Despite having spent close to a decade in Orlais, she was not yet used to the damp, milder climate and often found herself longing for the warm and still summer nights of her native Antiva.
High above in the watchtower, the Inquisition's spymaster rarely slept; sleep was a luxury that Leliana could not often afford. When sleep did manage to claim her she found it a haunting and unpleasant experience - flashes of memories of a love long lost, a feisty dwarven Grey Warden - casteless and 'branded to inherit nothing but dust' - giving her life to save Ferelden, wet tears upon her own cheeks as she sung a traditional dwarven mourning song for the woman she had loved... No, Leliana was content to let her work consume her rather than succumb to the painful, well-concealed memories that sleep allowed to resurface. And when her work was done, Sister Nightingale's hauntingly beautiful voice echoed through Skyhold's watchtower, making some think if better days...and others turn their heads from the light whilst a stray tear slid from their downcast eyes.
Cassandra Pentaghast was also unable to find sleep as easily as some of her companions and she had decided to spend the time training in the main courtyard. She cleaved her sword against the training dummy and occasionally swiped the sheen of sweat from her brow with one gloved hand. No sleep for a seeker, she thought. She must always be ready for a fight.
Sera was never quite and agreeable giant pin-board. And she was sitting in the tavern writing up a plan of people to play pianos on the following die. She had tried to sleep but it was evading her so she thought she spend her evening plotting against nobbers as usual.
Varric was a piece in the basement, one arm clutched a rat a bottle of Antivan brandy and under the other arm, as usual, was Bianca. He slept soundly as dwarves don't steam as they don't have a connection to the fax.
Iron bull was wrapped a Rand a couple of wenches from the tavern in a huge bed that could accommodate his birth and the bodies of several naked horrors. His charger's were in their tents outside Sleepytime soundly after a long day fighting in the field.
Solas resisted his head on the table where he had previously been conducting magical research. He had fallen into a deep slum where he had made many spirit friends and exploited the Dreamlands with them.
Vivienne was at ease on a large chaise long whilst she medicated. She just didn't understand how other mages could control all the negativity without daily wells of medication.
Dorian was watching the light dimming as his eyes fluttered clergy. He was bored and had nothing to entertain Jim and so he thought, hey May as well try sleeping...I wish this plays was nice and warm like Davinder.
Blackwall wars plagued by his past and turned to liquor to send him to sleep. He hated him soul and prayed to the Maine that he could become a better person than he had been in the blast.
Cole was somewhere but nobody knew where as he had this awful habit of disappearing and ruin off. Weird things happened around Cole and the Ann auditor hated him so he didn't spend much time around Skyhold.
The inquisitor was unable to sleep as she was needing something unqueerable. She went looking for someone to baulk to and found Sera asleep in her wriging in the tavern. No more nobbers to annoy. The inquisitor fixed to go to the messhall and get something to eat. But it was cold and so all the turnips were gone because Cole had put 'em all in the fire to make a ding man believe he was ding at home. Cole didn't care for his colleges and so didn't hesitate before putting Stinky's things in the fire. Only Varric could ease him as Cole saw Basic as a friend and aloe.
She found Blackwall who was so peep in his cups that he was unintelligible. She was to busy to deal with him and his modding and so she went to the ramparts. Here she found nothing but darkness... But oot there in the distance she saw something flying through the sky hat that made her blood cuddle. It was a drain! But not just an ordinary dragon but...An archon. And the only person the inquisitor knew of who commanded an archdemon was her arch meninges... Corypheus!
She started to panic like mad and ran to the warn horn to blow it and summon aid from her bleating crew. But it was too late. Corypheus was already in the Jeep and all would soon be lost to him and his archegonium.
The inquisitor, who I should have mentioned is a female elf called Svetlana, suddenly had a profanity. What if, she thought, the archdemon was an unwilling shave of Corypheus?! What if she could gain the allegiance of the archondemon and use him to her advantage? She knew she hat to ask Solas for help because, whilst she was also a mage, she had greeted respect for the elf and thought he was sterling with magic. Also, Solas would help her fight Corpyeus. The archon was flying around the keep with his wings creating a tornado and his tail dangling dangerously around Blackwall's shed. Svetlana knew she had to ask fast!
She ran, but the archdemon struck her down with a blast of Redfish's magic. She saw Corypheus's glaring eyed face coming down towards her and the archon trying to labs before finally...
... She blacked out.
K.C's more: what do you think?!1. I hope you are teddy for when Corypheus kidnaps the Inquisition! And what about the archdemon? Will he be able to be controlled by Solas, or will the archon continue to fly free?