I suck at summaries, so yeah! This work was inspired by my dissatisfaction in the conclusion too the DLC, the vague explanations at the end did not cut it for me.** Spoiler warning!*** I also felt extremely ripped off when all I got was a letter from Zevran at the start of the expansion. Which made me want too write something too fill the hole. Too be honest I was right pissed at the fact he left for Antiva without my warden! I apologize in advance some bits are cheesy and well I figured with all the strife my warden went through with Origins and Awakening, she should be pretty much Godly now, this is my indulgence of that. Thanx for reading!(Fixed some grammar and layout mistakes.)

Evaine Mahariel

Evaine stared off into the night. The ocean breeze rustling the strands of her long white hair. It'll be almost two years since she watched that ship leave for Antiva. Almost two years since she heard his voice, touched his face or kissed his lips. Two years...She sat on the pier in her tunic and leggings, in the small hours of the morning. Watching the horizon glow with day break.

She found herself deep in thought, reflecting on what happened in the past week. She had accomplished what she had set out to do. Stabilize Ameranthine, rebuilt The Vigil. Replenished the Gray warden ranks and stopped a rather nasty brood mother. She was weary now though. She had begged Alistair, to make Nathaniel the new Warden Commander. To let her simply remain, as the Hero of Fereldan and a gray warden...to take the responsibility of the Arling and his armies from her so she could travel.

"Are you sure you want to put a Howe in that particular area of power?" Evaine looked Alistair straight in the eyes.

"Nathan is not his father, he's very well respected. He's trustworthy...and Fereldan. I would not have anyone else take my place..." Her subtle reference made to the fiasco that ensued with the nobles when the subject of an Orlesian commander taking over came up, was not missed. Alistair regarded her for a moment.

" Travel huh?...So...Antiva then?"Evaine felt herself smile, Alistair was like a brother to her more so than any of her clan ever had been. And he knew her better than anyone. She felt relief at his understanding.

"Yes, but officially I am traveling to Orlais. Once there I will loose anyone who is still following me and board a ship bound for Antiva." She looked up at him seriously.

"No one is too know where I am really going." Alistair fidgeted for a moment unsure if he should say anything, then before he could catch himself the words came stumbling out.

"You know you might not find him...or you may not like what you see, should you locate him." Evaine had a slightly pained smile on her face.

"...I realize that Alistair...and I know it's been a year since his last letter." She approached him and gave him a hug. When she pulled away, she met his eyes.

"I have tried, so hard. Even after all this time...the void in my chest is still as raw as the day he left it there."Tears spilled from her eyes, unable to muster control on her emotions any longer.

" Every single day...Alistair...I keep hoping and praying that I will look up at the gates of The Vigil and see him standing there, ready too embrace me. I...I can't take it anymore. The disappointment of going to bed without seeing or touching him is...too much to bare anymore. There is only a few reasons why he would not send any letters, he's either dead, or her is otherwise preoccupied, being that it is not safe to send any word or that he can't or won't. Whatever the reason is, I still need to know." At this point Alistair was rubbing her back, trying to soothe his best friend.

"I'm not sure what you will find, but if you do find him, I hope things will work out for you. I just want you to be happy. I will make the arrangements with the necessary people." She then smiled at him through her bleary eyes. He was the only person she could trust without reservation and show weakness in front of and not fear he would think any less of he was King now, but he was still her fellow Gray Warden, her best friend and her brother. The very same brother who among other things, helped brave and defeat the Fifth Blight with her. She was the Commander to everyone else, the figure head, the leader they drew strength from. But too Alistair, she was his friend. She was simply Evaine... She then pecked him on the cheek and released him.

"You should know that once I leave. I will go under a different alias. I will write to you signing my letters Alexis Amelle." Alistair was still worried. As much as he trusted her, he felt angry at the elf for making her do this.

"I wish you didn't have too charge head first into a pit of vipers just to find him." Evaine smirked at Alistair.

"The name change is more for his safety than mine." Alistair cocked his head and raising an eyebrow at her curiously.

"Oh?" She nodded.

"Everyone knows the stories of The Hero of Fereldan and her Crow Assassin. It's why he left in the first place. So I would be 'safe', clearly he under estimated my abilities for getting into trouble, but I digress, the Crows were after him, so he went to overthrow their leadership in order to keep them away from himself and me. So going too Antiva and announcing my presence there, when I have no idea what his current situation is, might put him in more danger than he already is, hence the reason why discretion is essential." Alistair had a worried frown on his face.

"Oh don't worry Alistair."Now he was worrying.

"You know killing the Archdemon and facing a guild of an assassins is not the same thing, at least you could see the Archdemon coming." Alistair had a point, but before she could speak he cut her off "Just promise me you will be careful." Alistair gave her a big bear hug.

"Promise."

The breeze sent a shiver down her spine, she pondered on Alistair's words. She wondered what she would find in Antiva once she leaves. An ache crept into her chest when she thought of what she could find. Gods...this was torture. She was exited, but also nauseous and nervous. She mentally checked the supplies she had acquired from Denerim and Soldier's peak. A certain blood mage (Avernus), who now was a very successful herbalist,(Due too the limited materials he was allowed to use to experiment with) brewed a few special concoctions for her. She had Wade specially make a set of new armor for her, out of Archdemon leather, and Highdragon scales. She made particular specifications so that it would look foreign. She didn't want too wear something that screamed, Warden Commander or Hero of Fereldan. The result had been more than amazing. As well-payed as Wade was for his services he enjoyed the reaction she had most when she first saw a new piece of armor, her reaction was more than enough reward for Wade.

It was black like onyx and was light and flexible. The chest was a bodice that laced up at the front, unlike other corsets this one was made to bend and move, she could feel the magic skittering on the surface of the leather, runes folded into the armor to enhance the toughness of the piece. There was a second part of her chest piece that attached the upper arms and shoulder pads to a protective layer for her back, the shoulder pads were stylized scales, but not to imposing so as to hinder her movements. The laces themselves were made of Archdemon leather so it was tough to break. The leg armor had no skirt and had buckles to secure extra knives and pouches, and they to fit like a glove. The gauntlets held the same motif as her shoulder pads, but the gloves themselves were flexible and would not hinder her gripping her sword or dagger. The belt had a custom but modest sheath for Lyric her long sword, Aria the matching dagger and Duncan's dagger, a momento she took when she found his weapons buried in an ogre's hide. She had noticed that the top layer of the chest piece had a soft inner layer that stretched out around the neck, almost like a stocking. It was a lower facial mask. The fabric had been an addition Wade had made, she smiled at his creativeness. And made sure she thanked him and praised him for his effort. She liked her new armor and couldn't wait to show it too Zev. Not that he would know it was her she smirked.

She brought her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees and let her thoughts wander to the people she was leaving behind, she sighed. She hoped everyone would be ok. Nathan had reassured her that he would take care of everything. She was sure he could handle the job, she had groomed and prepared him for the role. He will make a fine leader for the Gray. She only told Alistair, Nathan and Oghren what she planned. No one else, not even Anders. As the morning light arrived she realized that she had been out in the cool air for the better part of 4 hours, lost in thought. She then stood and brushed herself off. She was traveling too Orlais today. Better get herself ready. The ship would be leaving in a few hours. And once she boarded the ship, she mused, the Hero of Fereldan will disappear off the face of Thedas, until she is reunited with her betrothed.