A/N: Thanks for reading my new story. I know I have to get back on track with my other stories, but this one is just has to be written right now, lol. Hopefully soon I will be finishing up some of my other stories, I just have to find my muse again. Let me know what you think! I am working on chapter 2 now! I do not own anything except Shilya.

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It had only been three days since everything in Elros Lavellan's life had changed. Three days since he had awoken in a jail cell with a green glowing mark upon his right hand and an angry Cassandra towering over him. Her accusing screams could be heard from down the hall he was sure, but their Divine was dead and he was the only one left standing.

However, those accusing eyes were soon replaced with sideways glances when Solas reaffirmed his innocence by telling Cassandra that he did not possess magic, therefore could not have blown up the Conclave, but that still didn't answer the question that everyone was asking: Who killed Divine Justinia?

Elros rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he rolled over in his bedroll. He pushed his face into his pillow, trying to keep the new day out just a little bit longer, but he knew his efforts were for not when he heard the familiar sounds of his fellow companion Cassandra start rustling about. And when that woman was awake, everyone else should be too, because she was not known for her patience.

Kicking the covers off himself, Elros rose from his bedroll and exited his tent. The morning sun greeted the elvhen rogue as it always greeted one of The People, with grace and brilliance. An open armed embrace that The People were sure they could only see or understand, but that was something the young man knew to be false.

Elros was proud to be Dalish, but he knew his people needed help. He knew that his people needed to change their views on not only humans, dwarves and qunari, but other elves as well. He always hated the way that his fellow tribesman treated people that weren't from their own tribe, or not of 'the blood'. But this was a time for them to change, for all the people of Thedas to change and he was going to help that along.

Elros smiled at his fellow companions as he made his way to the stream they had camped near by. Cassandra was the only human and female among their group, but neither seemed to bother her or anyone else. In fact, he was pretty sure that Solas and Varric were too afraid to say anything on the contrary for fear of her wrath. The image of the two grown men screaming and running in fear from the Seeker amused the elf to no extent.

"Ah, hello fellow prisoner," Varric joked as he clapped the younger man on the shoulder before dipping his hands into the cool stream water.

Elros looked up at the sound of the voice as water dripped off his delicate elvhen features. "Good morning Varric," he replied with a charming smile. Varric and Elros had become friends quickly after their first meeting. The two men not only shared the same status, Cassandra's prisoners, but they also shared the same type of sense of humor as well. The dwarf was constantly making jokes at the Seekers expense, which always put a smile on the elf's face. Not that he disliked the Seeker, no it was far from that, he just knew that the woman needed to loosen up a bit.

Elros rose to his feet with a smile and a nod to Varric, leaving the shorter man to his morning rituals as he made his way back to the camp. There he found Cassandra looking over the map, making their route to where Leliana's scouts were located and waiting for them.

"We should be leaving soon," the dark haired woman said without looking up from the map.

Elros stopped and nodded his head in agreement. "I agree. We'll need to find Mother Giselle we try and find the Horsemaster," he said as he looked down at the map. Cassandra had marked the small map with the scouts locations, he made a mental note to ask the scouts to fill in the map further with whatever they knew about in the area. The two took another moment to discuss their travel plans and how long they expected it would take to get there. Thankfully the weather had been cooperating so their travel had been rather eventless, except for the random banter between the strange group.

"I'll get everyone together," Elros said when he was finally satisfied with the plan that he and Cassandra had come up with.

Varric's tent and bedroll were already rolled up and placed on his steed while he sat perched on a tree stump doing maintenance to his precious Bianca. "We're moving out in five," the elf said as he walked passed the dwarf saying sweet nothings to his crossbow. Elros just shook his head, he thought he had seen love between someone and their bow, but the hunters in his clan didn't hold a candle to the love Varric has for his Bianca.

It was than that Elros realized that there was someone missing. He had been in his own mind all morning that he hadn't even realized that their last companion wasn't with the group. The elf eyed the area questioningly, wondering where the older elvhen man had gone off too.

"Are you looking for me?" the familiar voice said from above. Elros spun around as he unsheathed one of his daggers from his back. Solas smiled as he jumped down from the rocky ledge. "It's good to know that you are quick on your feet."

Elros smirked as he replaced his blade into its sheath. "Ah, yes, something we must learn young in the wilderness or we might be eaten by something much larger and with sharper teeth than your own."

A smile graced Solas face, but it didn't reach his eyes. His mind still wondered the fade, where his friends and memories to find waited for him.

"We're moving out in five," Elros finally said as he turned his back, making his way back to where Cassandra and Varric were seated. Solas nodded and followed suit.

It only took moments for the four of them to gather the rest of their gear and saddle up their steeds before they were off to their destination in The Hinterlands. They all know that this was only the beginning. But the beginning of what, they truly had no idea yet.