Disclaimer: i dont own anything by the creators of dragon age But i hope you enjoy my story or my take on what should happen after Inquisition

I like to thank my Co-Author/Beta Reader antiviancrows www . fanfiction u/7105610/ please visit her page and check her work its great

Chapter One:

The Inquisition's ships pull up alongside Tevinter's shores. Cullen worries about the possibility of assassins jumping upon them. Mahanon, the elven Inquisitor, stood beside the Commander, trying to sooth his worries. "Dorian has assured us that we will be honored guests of House Pavus. He's given us the best protection available," he murmured. The honey-coated words did little to soothe his worries, and Cullen had little faith in Tevinter hospitality and so ordered the Inquisition's personal guards to remain alert and cautious. "Relax, Cullen," Mahanon said, a smile curving his lips upwards, "we've almost docked. You should take a few breaths now, while you can. Or should I make that an order for you to obey?"

Cullen rolled his eyes at the Inquisitor's teasing tone. "One of us has to take this seriously. Even if it's not Tevinter agents, it could very well be the Qunari, or even Solas's agents trying to get in our way," he looked away, his face saddening at the mention of Solas. "I…I am sorry. I…didn't mean-" he began, but Mahanon cut him off. "No, Cullen, it's okay. I understand, and I'll try to take this seriously. He's our enemy, and this mission is our best chance to stop him," he said. Cullen nods his agreement, but the gesture feels hollow. In truth, the Commander felt guilty for bringing up Solas. The last few months had been trying for the Inquisitor, and Cullen could tell that he still ached over Solas's betrayal and the loss of his arm. And though Dagna was working furiously with the shapers from Orzammar to make a new, lyrium-infused metal arm for Mahanon, Cullen could tell that the Inquisitor felt the loss deeply.

He reached out and rested his hand on Mahanon's shoulder. "It'll be all right, of course. You've led us through hell before, and always managed to bring us back out," Cullen assured. The Inquisitor rolls his eyes, letting out a chuckle. "Kinda wish we didn't have to through hell for me to pull us out of it. Although, it's a good thing I'm leading instead of you. You'd have lost the Inquisition in a game of Wicked Grace, along with your trousers." He was clearly joking, but Cullen wasn't amused. He was still sore about losing. "That's hardly fair! I lost one game to Josephine, and you all won't let me live it down!" he protested. "Oh? And what about the fourteen after that?" Cullen rolled his eyes again. "We…are about to dock, so I'll see you on deck, Inquisitor," he said. "All right, Cullen, see you there," the Inquisitor answers. Cullen bows before turning and walking away.

The Inquisitor shakes his head and turns back to the maps. He wonders how he should thank Varric for getting into contact with Isabela yet again. It was nearly impossible to find any captain crazy enough to willingly sail into the Imperium, especially with the growing concern of Qunari attacks. Mahanon shook his head once more, as if to clear it, and grabbed his cloak. He fumbles with it, and he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden voice he hears. "Do you need help, my love?" Cassandra asks, leaning against the doorframe. "As long as you're offering," he answers. Cassandra smirks, walking over and gently arranging his cloak for him. "There, that's much better," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mmm, I guess I should count myself lucky. You're no longer the Divine's right hand, so I suppose that means you're my left hand," he murmurs, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into a sweet kiss. She smiles against his lips, pulling away to rest her forehead against his. "Yes, well Vivienne isn't someone I want to take orders from. Besides, you'd be lost without me. You said so yourself," she breathes. "Yes, I suppose I did," Mahanon replies. Cassandra smirks. "Then you better not treat me like I'm your nanny or something," she says. The Inquisitor laughs. "Of course not! That's what Cullen is for," he retorts, and Cassandra laughs along with him. Cullen had been rather overprotective of the Inquisitor. He had his reasons, and they were good ones at that, but it still amused Mahanon.

"Better not let the commander hear that, he would not let it stand." Cass says, shaking her head. "Oh, I bet Cullen has some sense of humor. I think." The Inquisitor shrugs. "Either way, we should get to the deck. The ship has docked, and I doubt Dorian will be pleased that we've let him wait," she says, stepping out Mahanon's embrace. "You're right, again," he says, twining his fingers with hers and leading the way to the deck. Cassandra basks in the contact, intent on enjoying every moment with her Inquisitor. Each day could be their last, and it was a sobering thought.

As they stepped onto the deck, various friends greeted them. Scout Harding and Leliana stood off to the side, deep in conversation. Mahanon assumed he'd be informed of what they were discussing soon enough. Cullen, of course, was on the deck instructing what few forces they'd brought with them, along with Cassandra's newest recruits. Seekers Albert and Meghan were both young and eager individuals who had yet to go through the ritual. Mahanon bit back a sigh as he glanced over the forces left after fighting Corypheus and the Breach for so long.

"Well, aren't you two adorable. You're so sweet it makes my teeth ache," drawled Isabela, jumping gracefully from the crow's nest. She reaches up, adjusting the large red hat she wears. "I'd hate to disappoint, Captain," Mahanon answers. "That's Admiral, actually. I only partially wear this hat for the looks," she corrects, chuckling at Cassandra's expression. "Can pirates even have the rank of admiral? You're not a formal military," she asks, raising her brow. "Oh, my dear, it doesn't matter. This is my ship, so I make the rules. That's one of the perks that comes along with being in charge, isn't it, my dear Inquisitor?" she asks, winking at the elf. "Well, honestly, you can make up any rules you like, but unless your crew agrees to them, they're just empty words," Cassandra pointed out. Isabela shrugged. "True enough, but last time I checked, no one was arguing with my rules. Unless you want to change that," she answers, smirking. Cassandra was about to deliver a sharp retort when Mahanon stepped in. "Of course we don't. We are quite grateful, Cap…Admiral Isabela, for your assistance," he said. Cassandra glanced at him, then sighed heavily and nodded her agreement.

"No thanks needed. I'm always happy to help a friend of Varric's. The money he sent my way didn't hurt, either," she said, chuckling. She glanced around, then looked back to Mahanon. "Now, my men and I will stay docked for as long as you need us. If you do have need of us, you'll most likely find us in a tavern. Probably wasted, I'm afraid. Now, goodbye, Inquisitor," she said, and nodding to Cassandra, and then walking away. The pirates let out a cheer before following the Admiral, and once they're gone, Leliana approached with Harding and Cullen in tow.

"What's the plan, Leliana?" Mahanon asks. "From what I gather, there has been no signs of Fen'Harel's agents, but there continue to be large amounts of elven disappearances, even here, in the Imperium," the bard answers. "Ha, I bet the magisters don't like their servants vanishing from thin air," Cullen says. "No, they aren't. Most of the world still dismisses Fen'Harel as a myth, and contribute the disappearances to the Qunari," Leliana continues, pulling out a letter she had received from one of her ravens, "yet it appears the same thing is happening to those under the Qun." Mahanon takes the letter and glances over it.

"The forces they are growing will soon be larger than any army in Thedas, too," Cullen adds. Mahanon nods to himself, a thousand possible tactical decisions running through his head. "Then we better get started. Leliana, I want you and Scout Harding to gather any information you can about potential allies in the Tevinter Imperium," he says. Leliana nods sharply. "As a bard, I have a few contacts I can look up and see if they're still active within the city," she says. "And I can scout the city firsthand for information," Harding adds. Mahanon nods his approval. "Cullen, Cassandra, you're with me. We'll head towards the Pavus estate and see to our accommodations. We can also see if Dorian can offer any more potential allies or intel about our enemies." The two nod.

"Gathering forces and allies to combat an ancient elven magic that threatens to destroy the world, while everyone in it wants us dead or refuses to help…Maker, it sounds just like the old days. I never thought I'd miss it...and wait, no, still don't," Harding said, a smile ghosting across her face. "Well, Harding, maybe after this is over and we're well into our retirement you'll miss it," Mahanon says, chuckling. "I hope not. And if I do, it means I'm not nearly drunk enough," she replies. Everyone gets a good laugh out of that one.

"Let's get started, Cullen," the Inquisitor says. Commander Cullen nods sharply, and turns to face their soldiers. "Men, move out!" he orders. The soldiers salute, and lead the way off of the ship.