AUTHORS NOTE: Its been a very long time since I put anything up on here and let me tell ya IM NOT DEAD. Yay... But yeah I've made it a goal this year to work on writing, that being the form of fanfics. So I apologize if this chapter is short, I'm just trying to get back into the swing of things. Also the fact i wrote this on my phone may be important... so if you can read this you your phone lol
CHAPTER ONE: ARRIVAL
Nico Trevelyan was apparently the "Herald of Andraste".That was a heafty title for ones shoulders. Most would crumble under the weight of responsibility. The fate of the world literally in his hands, or rather, hand.
But he basked in the glory.
Being the third and final son of the Trevelyans he did not have such a chance to enjoy the lime light. So this was odd, but welcome.
He just hoped he was doing the right thing.
Nico looked on as Cassandra concluded the had decided to take Mother Giselle's advice and head to Val Royeaux.
"Into the nest of vipers." He told Cassandra as they walked through the door.
She scoffed. Yet he knew she was thinking the same thing.
"I doubt-." Cassandra was cut off by a commotion at the open doors of the Chantry.
"- I've told you once before, I am here to see Sister Leliana." A calm feminine voice echoed through the hall. The woman had an odd accent. A dwarf? Maybe a Qunari?
"And I told you to bugger off you dirty knife-ear!" A mans voice. Actually it sounded like Chancellor Roddick?
Nico stepped in before the elf had a chance to retaliate. The girl looked about ready to hit the Chancellor.
"What's going on here?" He used a voice akin to Cassandra demanding one.
"Oh good, there's the Herald." The elf glared at Roddrick before stepping past him with her chin up. She smoothed out her white robes, adorned with small gems at the collar.
"Nicolas Trevelyan." It wasn't a question, like most would ask upon meeting someone. This elf was to the point.
"Y-yes, that would be me… Though I prefer to be called Nico." He stammered, blushing.
The elf was pretty. That much was blatantly obvious. She had long brown hair twisted into two braids that rested on he shoulders. Her large elven eyes were a dark brown that looked almost black in the shadow of the Chantry. And her spotless caramel skin made him forget what was going on. Well, momentarily anyway.
"Good. You've just finished your meeting, yes?"
He nodded.
"You may want to call another one." She stated leaving Roddrick on the steps.
He followed her back into the Chantry as Cassandra verbally murdered Chancellor Roddrick.
"My name is Fallon Adaar." He offered his arm, ever the gentleman. She paused, staring at his arm for a moment.
'Probably not used to human customs, being an elf and all.' He thought. She took his arm and they continued walking.
"I've come to help the Inquisition on... choices it will be making in the future.I've had some correspondence with your spymaster. yet I trust Leliana has told you nothing of me?"
"You would be right. At least she hasn't told me." He chuckled.
She laughed softly, it was like the sound of little bells. He melted at the sound.
"I will tell you more inside." They stopped at the doors.
She was nervous. Leliana had assured her that she believed her, at least, she made it seem so. Yet what would the others think. Would they be mad? Upset? Claim her a heretic and chase her away from aiding the inquisition?
Nico opens the door for her with a bit of flair. He was exactly what she had expected. Flamboyance imbodied in a form one could almost mistake for a dirty mop. What, with his disarray of black curls and slim build.
Although she had a bit of an upper hand when it came to what to expect.
She walked in the room.
The advisors still stood around the table, planning out the trip to Val Royeaux. Leliana looked up as - closed, slammed, the door behind him.
"Ah, Lady Fallon. I had not expected you so soon." Her Orlesian accent rang into Fallons pointed ears.
"I left Orlais weeks ago. I wanted to be punctual." Fallon explained.
"You don't sound Orlesian?" The Commander questioned.
"Not everyone in Orlais is Orlesian, Commander. I was raised by Tal'Vashoth."
"Oh, well um..."
Leliana saved him from any further embarrassment.
"Lady Fallon has come a long way. She comes in aid of the Inquisition. You would all do well to listen to her story." Fallon caught the barely there smile on Leliana's lips.
"Well, go on then." The Herald smiled. His eyes scrunching into little lines. "Tell us how you can help."
"Yes, right." She stumbled with her words. They all looked at her expectantly, it made her palms go sweaty and her mouth void of any spit.
"I can see the future."
Nico's jaw dropped.