A/N: I've started another one.

Another story, albeit in a different fandom, about a person that isn't actually a part of the world that they're in. I honestly can't help myself, worlds like this are so rich and inviting and I love them so much and putting a character smack bang in the middle is such a fun experience.

I hope that I can update this often, and soon, but with my unpredictable schedule, I cannot guarantee it.

The stranger had approached the Commander whilst the newly titled Herald had been unconscious trying to close the breach that had opened at the conclave.

Androgynous in silhouette, they wore a dark blue fur-lined hooded robe and a large bronze scythe strapped to their back; it was clearly well loved and frequently used as the blade was sharp, but the leather wrapped handle had hand imprints that could be seen even from the distance that Solas was standing. There was a subtle, almost familiar, the power he could feel coming from their direction, but he couldn't distinguish if it was coming from the person or their weapon. Regardless, it made him slightly worried. An unknown power was what had gotten them all into this situation in the first place.

They had asked after the War Council, but that wasn't going to be meeting until this afternoon, so the stranger had taken to helping out within Haven's orphanage. They seemed to like children and had taken to playing with the little ones as their caretakers were able to take care of the injured children. There were an unfortunate amount of injured or ill children, human and elven alike. Most of their parents had been in attendance at the Conclave when it had exploded.

Solas couldn't help but feel an immense sense of guilt. It was his artefact that had caused this to happen but pushed it down as he tried to reason with himself that he wasn't the one that had used the orb in the end. The blame lay with Corypheus.

"I have to go now, little ones." The stranger had stood up, whilst two of the smallest elven child and her human friend had attached themselves to their legs.

"But," the little girl gave the hooded stranger the largest halla doe eyes that Solas had seen in a long time, "You'll come back and tell us the rest of the story, won't you?"

"Please?" The little girl's companion, a young human boy pleaded.

The stranger knelt, gently pulling them off of their legs. "Of course I'll come back. I might even bring Sister Leliana with me, as she knows the story just as well as me."

He couldn't picture the stern-faced chantry sister, the spymaster whose reach rivalled his own, as a storyteller. But he knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving.

The group surrounding them let out cheers of joy, before running back towards the orphanage. Solas was surprised that the elven and human children hadn't been separated, but supposed that there wasn't enough room to house two different orphanages. He could almost guarantee that if they had the space for two separate orphanages that there would be absolute segregation.

Solas' feet were moving before he even knew what he was doing.

"What brings you to Haven, stranger?"

Nice and simple, an easy question to answer; also a little silly. He couldn't help but curse himself for the very stupid question that had a probably very obvious answer. The breach would probably be the answer, as most had been so far.

The hooded figure turned to face him, showing full lips and a small nose that had a large scar running straight through, as if someone had taken a large blade and sliced with murderous intent. Their eyes were still covered, hidden by their cloak.

"To help out an old friend."

Their voice was soft, comforting but rough as if they had spent weeks without using it. Feminine, but that wasn't always indicative of gender.

"Admirable," The two of them had made their way to the entrance of the Haven Chantry building. "Especially at this time."

"That's why I'm here to help, it's been a while since I last saw them and they're going to need all the help they can get."

Solas nodded, the Inquisition was young and the entire world was against them. They really were going to need all the help that they could get.

Reaching the doors to the Council chambers, the two guardsmen on duty nodded towards Solas and gave the hooded stranger a suspicious look, but allowed them to enter anyway.

"Solas, how is the Herald?" The Lady Seeker was straight to the point, as usual, not addressing the stranger but giving them a cursory glance and almost immediately dismissing them.

"He is recovering well and should wake up sooner rather than later. Either this evening or tomorrow morning I would expect."

"Very good."

At this Cassandra turned and addressed the stranger.

"Commander Cullen has expressed your desire to assist with the closure of the Breach."

"That is true."

The spymaster let out a gasp, her hand coming to her mouth in shock.

"Thorn?"

"Thorn?" Lady Montilyet turned to the Nightingale, questioning.

The stranger removed their hood, revealing dirty blonde hair braided behind their pointed ears, stormy eyes staring almost in almost trepidation at Leliana. The scar that Solas had glimpsed briefly before ran its way up the entirety of their face, passing by her right eyelid.

"Hey Leli, long time no see?"

"Leli?" Cassandra and Cullen were now looking between the two of them in confusion. Solas was pretty confused himself; he couldn't imagine anyone calling the feared Sister Leliana, the left hand of the Divine, being called Leli.

"You know, you're one of the only people that have the right to call me that?"

"Probably a good thing, too." Thorn grinned, "We wouldn't want to depopulate the world any more than what it already is, right?"

The Sister couldn't help but laugh. "True enough."

The was a silence before the two women were lunging towards the other in a hug. Solas looked towards the other two women in the room, who looked just as confused as he felt; Cullen, on the other hand, looked as if he had had a sudden realisation.

"How do you know each other?" Cassandra demanded once the pair had separated.

"They both travelled with the Hero of Fereldan during the last blight." The answer came from Cullen.

"I'm surprised you remember me." Thorn looked towards Cullen, a sad fondness in her eyes.

The Commander gave out a short, sharp laugh. "I couldn't forget, you helped us more than you know."

"Us in general? Or me?"

"Both," He paused, gathering his thoughts. "After Kinloch it was hard to think straight, still is sometimes. Your advice helped both mages and templars that day."

"I did what I could. I only wish that I could have done more." Thorn looked downwards, melancholic, Leliana lightly shoved her shoulder to get her attention.

"We all wish we could have done more."

There was more silence. Solas wanted to ask what had happened at this Kinloch, but it was clear that it wouldn't be appreciated by any of those that had been there.

A clearing of the throat brought them all back to the present.

"I should introduce myself regardless, Mallorn Tuilë at your service."

Josephine let out a gasp, "You're the one they call the Reaper!"

The guardsmen at the doorway took a step backwards, as Mallorn sighed and shook her head, a disdainful look upon her scarred face.

"Honestly, how the heck is that name still going around?"

Leliana coughed and her friend looked at her in disgust. "It's not just me, everyone had a part in it."

"Even Sten?"

Leliana gave Mallorn a deadpan look, "He was probably the worst."

Mallorn gave off a scoff that could have put Cassandra to shame.

"Of course Mister Sten the Arishok can't help himself; I hate it and you all know it."

"The stories say that the Reaper was the reason why the Battle of Denerim was as short as it was, considering how many darkspawn they defeated before the Hero arrived."

Mallorn sighed, she had clearly this conversation frequently if the action was anything to go for.

"I really need to find Brother Genitivi and get him to re-write his damn book. To clarify, I wasn't the only one who fought the darkspawn before Kana arrived with the King, but because I was her friend and companion, I was the one that received the majority of the credit. Which is wrong, and I've been saying it for ten years."

"You did do a fair amount of the damage to the darkspawn army, though."

Leliana couldn't help but point out.

"I was one of the only ones there at the time with a proper weapon, but yes I do see your point." Mallorn cracked her wrists, giving a wry grin. "That dearest, darling birdie of mine shares that point of yours, too. Likes to tell me more often than not."

"That little birdie of yours is good for you."

"They really are."

The two of them were having a private conversation in the middle of the War Council, but it didn't bother Solas nor the others, as a different side of the Nightingale was being shown. Something softer, more human.

Mallorn turned away from speaking to Leliana to address the rest of them, "I would like to offer my resources and what knowledge I have to benefit the Inquisition and the closing of the breach."

"Knowledge and resources?" The spymaster would normally be the one to ask the question, but as she knew the person offering it wouldn't have made sense and would fall to the other advisors to, for a lack of a better word, interrogate her.

"She knows things that others don't; it isn't seeing the future or anything like that, but," Leliana paused, not knowing how to word whatever it was the gave her friend the knowledge to help.

"Psychic is a word for it. I'm no seer." Mallorn interjected, "But the knowledge is more of what choices could be made, only some not all, and what could come from making those choices. Paths that could be taken and what they lead to in other words."

Solas couldn't help but think that this could be incredibly useful, and wondered how such a thing could be possible. The elf stood in front of him was starting to become an increasingly more intriguing and dangerous individual than what he would have initially thought. They clearly weren't from a Dalish clan, no vallaslin in sight, but they couldn't be a city elf either. There wasn't a meekness to her that clung to those that had been generations in the slums and beneath humans. They were built more along the lines of the Ancient Elvhen, more like him; taller and more obviously muscled, unlike him however, she wore clothing that made this more obvious.

"And the resources?"

"Technically they're my partners' resources, but we're sort of a complete package nowadays."

"You can't have one without the other far behind." Leliana helpfully pointed out.

"And your partner? Are they here?" Josephine, ever the diplomat, seeing what connections could be made and what help could be received to help further the interests of the infant Inquisition.

"My partner is currently gathering others to help out where they can, but he knows of my decision and agrees with it." Mallorn reached into a satchel kept beneath her fur lined cloak and pulled out an official looking scroll. "He has recently come into possession of a particular organisation. Well, possession is a light term for how it came about. Sort of. You may have heard of it and of him? It's said that to speak of them, they are to appear, you know."

Josephine let out a small gasp of surprise. "Yes, I have heard of him and the Crows, impossible not to considering I am from Antiva. I had heard rumours of his golden haired lover, but no one knows anything more of them than just rumours."

"Golden haired? Really? Well now you do, Lady Montiliyet."

At the Josephine founded on her longtime friend, "You knew who she was and let the rumours continue?"

"Who do you think started those rumours?" Came the dry answer.

"It was a combined effort on the part of all of us that traveled with Kana and my younger siblings."

The conversation from this point was quickly steered elsewhere, but Solas noticed that there was no more mention of Mallorn's siblings at all, even though the spymaster had given her a look directly afterwards, so if to say 'don't mention them.'

The doors suddenly slammed open, Chancellor Rodrick storming his way in. Mallorn made a quick escape, after promising to catch up with Leliana and Solas quickly followed, having no intentions of sticking around the Chantry man who was clearly angry at everyone and everything.

I didn't ever think I would find myself back here in Haven, didn't think that I would live as long as I have in this world.

Thirteen long years it had been since I had been dumped into this world, thirteen long years in which I had seen more war and fighting than I had ever thought that I would. I missed my family, but they wouldn't recognise the me of now anymore than I would probably recognise myself.

There weren't any cultists around here, at the moment at least, and no dragon.

Not yet.

In my haste to leave the Chantry, I had ended up walking along the path towards the tavern with the Dread Wolf following behind me.

Solas certainly knew how to play the wolf in a sheep's clothing, everything about his hobo apostate getup screamed at whoever looked at him as meek and nondescript, which the man certainly was not. The clothing choices reminded me of a documentary that I had watched so long ago about Queen Elizabeth I, dressing so that the masses would take whatever meaning that they could from colour choices, where pearls were and weren't. Solas took it in he opposite direction, instead of drawing attention to himself it drew attention away, all except for the jawbone necklace that he refused to part with. And honestly, that should have been a clue in the first place, especially for a Dalish Inquisitor.

"You fought alongside the Hero of Ferelden?"

Ah, the question that got asked most whenever someone found out that I knew Kana.

"Yes, she's a spectacular swordswoman despite being a rogue. Even still uses that sword that Shale picked up as a joke for Sten."

Solas came up beside me, walking in time towards the tavern. "Is that the infamous butterfly sword?"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Yes it is. She loves that thing, can't really blame her though. It is rather pretty."

"An enchanted blade, and a warriors sword at that being wielded by a rogue?" Solas pondered that for a moment, "Most unusual."

"That really sums Kana Mahariel up to be completely honest. All of us that travelled with her, too."

By this point we had found ourselves at the Singing Maiden tavern. I went to open the door, but Solas beat me to it, gesturing for me to go into the building first. Chivalry such as that was rare towards elves, even when it concerned other members of the race.

"Hannon le, Solas." I couldn't help but to speak the words in Sindarin; I knew damn well that not being able to understand the language would annoy him to no end. Pity the Wolf didn't know everything, then.

The elf looked confused, but took it for what it was.

"Chuckles!"

A certain beardless dwarf was seated at a table close by to the bar, waving Solas over.

"Would you care to join us, Mallorn?"

"Thank you for the offer."

Solas nodded and continued to walk over towards Varric. There weren't very many people within the tavern, but those that were there cast doubtful, mistrustful glances towards the table that we were occupying. It seemed that regardless of the help that both Varric and Solas had given so far, it was too little to help comfort those that had already lost so much. It probably didn't help that Varric had been brought in for questioning by the Seeker and that Solas was an apostate, an elvish one at that. And finally the stranger, myself, who had arrived out of nowhere and hadn't been present for the last few days.

All in all, we were a strange and suspicious bunch.

"Chuckles! Who have you brought with you?"

I offered Varric my hand to shake, and he did with an odd look on his face, as though my gesture reminded him of something. "Mallorn Tuilë, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Varric froze. Ah, so he did know who I was. He quickly brought himself back into the moment, his slight freeze went unnoticed by Solas who had gone up to the bar to order.

"Waffles' Mallorn?" This was said quietly, so as to not garner the attention of anyone around us.

I nodded, no need to speak anymore. And we couldn't, as Solas sat down, carrying three tankards of what I could only assume to be Ferelden beer.

"I just realised I never actually asked if you drank, ma serranas."

"I drink in moderation, thank you Solas."

We sat in silence, until an elven serving girl ran in, throwing open the door calling for Solas.

The Herald had finally awoken it seemed.

"Apologies, but it seems that I am needed elsewhere."

Solas bowed his head, and followed the trembling elf out of the tavern.

I couldn't help but wonder if I knew who the future Inquisitor was. It had to have been by pure luck and change that both the Warden and the Champion were the same as who I had played as back on Earth, but I had played as several different Herald's so I couldn't even be sure if this was the world state that I had known so far. It was both frustrating and daunting in equal measures.

Would the supposed Herald be an Adaar, Cadash, Trevelyan or Lavellan? Or someone else entirely?

Only time would tell.

The Reaper.

Solas had both seen and heard things about the elf during his time during uthenera. The fade did like to show an interesting vision of the scythe wielder, kind towards children and spirits and a vengeful warrior breathing down the necks towards those who threatened those that she loved. Creativity had nothing but good things to say about her, blathering on whenever they met. Discipline, too. They didn't say much when Solas asked, only that they were dedicated to keeping their family safe. The memories of her that Solas could view were shrouded in a fog, something had clearly been here and revisited them several times, almost tainting them with repeated viewing.

But still, The Reaper was almost as legendary as the Hero of Ferelden and her King, but there was so little knowledge of who they were and where they came from. Some said that they were an escaped slave, others said that she appeared out of nowhere to help Ferelden with the Blight. He didn't know what to believe, and his people couldn't find out anything as to where she had come from either.

Solas knew one thing about her that was entirely true, and that was that she was dangerous. All that remained to be seen, however, was if she would be a threat to his plans. Only time would tell he supposed.

In the meantime, he had to see to the newly named Herald of Andraste; humans did like to link everything back to their Maker and his bride, even the non-humans like the Vashoth he had seen hanging around and possibly even the elf that sat beside him now, allowing him to check over the mark that he had been the (almost) direct cause of.

"Does it hurt any longer?"

He didn't want this to happen. None of this was meant to happen.

"It twinges every now and then. Oh and when I do this," The Herald moved his hand slightly, flicking his wrist. The mark flared, bolts of green light spilling out with a hiss. "It does that. Do you think it will stop?"

Solas lifted up his palm and pressed it against the other elf's own, flaring his aura as he did so. He could only hope that the magic in the mark recognised his own and would calm down. "It should calm down sooner rather than later. I believe it to be the magic acclimating to a new environment."

A foreign environment, considering the elf was no mage.

"I don't believe that I have thanked you for saving my life, so thank you Solas. Ma serranas." The elven was spoken with an odd accent, but the gesture was appreciated.

He shouldn't needed to have been saved from this, Solas thought. Magic should have been a constant in the People's lives. Another one of my failings.

"No thanks necessary, Herald."

"Please, call me Callon." Callon gave a short, dry laugh that was devoid of any humour. "I'm no one's Herald, let alone that of Andraste."

"Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

"I'm genuinely surprised that you haven't been keeping track of me, Leli."

After Solas had left the tavern, Varric and I had finished up his left over drink before Varric had been called away by the Seeker (probably to be interrogated more on the whereabouts of one Hafren Hawke). Leliana had appeared out of nowhere and directed me towards one of the backrooms of the tavern.

She pouted, "I did. But somehow you kept shaking them off, all of you have."

I grinned, "All of us?"

"You, Zev, Kana, Morrigan. Sten and Alistair were fairly easy, as was Oghren. Shale's been travelling about, hunting birds and crystals." Her smile dropped a bit in sadness at the next name she mentioned. "I visit Wynne every so often, leave flowers for her."

"I visit when I can, too. She did so much for us all and it's difficult when people don't see or believe what she did for us, for Thedas."

And it was true, Wynne had proven that all so called 'abominations' weren't terrible and that you could do good whilst cohabiting the same body, without changing the other terribly much.

"Warbari's with Kana, at least."

Leliana laughed, "That marbari follows her everywhere even when she doesn't want him to. Remember when Alistair.."

"Which time?" I interrupted her, laughing. That marbari was quite possibly the most loyal being that I have ever met in my life. Overprotective at times, too.

We sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each others company.

"Don't think I didn't notice you trying to dodge the questions, Thorn."

"Not much gets past you, does it?" Rhetorical question. "I've been travelling around, helping out where I can. Learning as much as I can."

Leliana gave me a hard stare, she knew what I was saying was the truth but knew I wasn't going to explain anymore than what I had already said. Regardless of where we were, secluded in the back room of the tavern, there were still eyes and ears everywhere.

"I've heard some rumours. Kirkwall?"

"Yes, I visited on and off. Not so much that it would be noticed by certain people, but enough." Taking a breath, I continued. "I didn't want to bring too much attention to those who I was visiting, they were in enough danger as it was. Still are, to be perfectly honest."

"If you're talking about who I think you are, then that makes a lot of sense."

I smiled, and it wasn't a nice smile; sharp and bitter at a world that wasn't my own. "Glad that you understand, others don't."

There was a knock at the door, and Flissa walked in.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Sister Leliana, Lady Tuilë your presence is being requested at the Chantry."

"Both of us?" I looked to Leliana, who shrugged. She didn't know why my presence was requested either. And why Lady?

"Yes, Seeker Pentaghast and Commander Cullen would like you both there."

There seemed to be no rest for the wicked, and we must have been truly bad.

There was a Tal-Vashoth alongside an elf.

I hadn't expected that at all.

Their horns were clearly cracked, probably from where they had been cut off and with the iron caps in place, they were most definitely an escaped mage from under the Qun. The caps were decorated in purple and gold ribbons, tying into his hair with braids.

So, they could possibly be Kaiden Adaar.

What confused me, however, was that their hand was clearly clear of any sign of the anchor. So they weren't the Herald, the future Inquisitor. So I turned all my attention to the elf; Andruil vallaslin in a pale blue covered his face and blonde hair shaved at the sides.

Callon Lavellan.

Who was definitely the Herald, albeit very grudgingly from what I could remember.

"Allow us to introduce you, Ser Adaar, Lord Herald, this is Mallorn Tuilë." The ambassador gestured towards me and I gave a nod of acknowledgement.

Callon reached his hand out, an offer to shake and I took it. "Please, none of this Herald nonsense," At this I could see Josephine and Cassandra wince. "Call me Callon."

"Kaiden, please." And he too reached out and shook my hand.

I couldn't help but wonder how these two knew each other.

"It's a pleasure. Both of you." He had a strong grip, typical of his race. Callouses covered the palm of his hand, he was clearly used to manual labour and especially that of the mercenary kind. Maybe he hid his magic? Being very obviously of the Qunari race would have frightened most, I suppose.

After letting go of his hand, I turned to the rest of the War Council who sat there. "What did you need to speak to myself and Leli for? Leliana I can understand, as she is the Inquisitions spymaster; but myself?"

"How did you know about the Inquisition?" Cassandra all but demanded. 'We have only just this morning reinstated it open, from the writ of the Divine!"

"I did tell you she knew things." Was all Leliana, or myself had to say about the topic. That's a whole can of worms that I wasn't ready to unleash, only a few knew the whole truth and none of them were in the room with me.

Only Zevran knew absolutely everything besides two others.

"We wished to know if you would be willing to travel with the Herald and Ser Adaar to the Hinterlands to speak with a chantry mother by the name of Giselle."

Ah, so it was that time. And the pair of them? That was curious, clearly the three person companion rule didn't exist in real life. It hadn't back during the Blight, either. Really where it all began; the explosion at the Conclave may have set everything in motion, but nothing was concrete until the Herald spoke with Mother Giselle.

"I would be willing, yes. Who else will be accompanying us?"

Callon looked curiously towards Cassandra, "I am unsure as to who else."

"I will be, as well as Solas and Varric." Cassandra replied.

"So that makes it two mages, two rogues and two warriors?"

I looked curiously to Leliana, who gave me a sly smile. So they didn't know that I possessed magic either. That could come in handy, up until a Templar hits me with a smite. It was also need to know anyway, and at the moment they didn't need to know. Varric probably did, but he wouldn't say anything. I could pass as a warrior, especially with my scythe.

"When do we leave?" Callon pointed the question again at Cassandra

"At dawn tomorrow."

Why did everything have to start at dawn?

Whatever happened to a nice sleep in?

It must have shown on my face, as Leliana laughed.

"Yes, I know your distain for waking up with the sun, but to get anywhere sooner…"

"You need to leave earlier, yes I know."

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and that you will continue to support me with this endeavour.