It had been over three years since the breach had been closed, and only one since Solas had been declared an enemy to Thedas. The Inquisitor was still unsure if 'enemy' was the right term but she knew one thing – he had made a decision. She had the smallest shred of hope even as he faced the eluvian preparing to leave her once more that he would stay. It was for naught as he did walk through even muttering the words 'my love' to her. Tears escaped her eyes for the first time in years as the pain ran through her arm causing her to cry out.
"Hold her down!" Dorian hissed at Iron Bull as the Inquisitor thrashed in pain.
The Qunari struggled as he did not wish to hurt the tiny elven woman, "All right, but make it quick!"
Cole stood away from the mess of blood where they tried to mend her wounds, "Pain, burning, searing. Not as painful as the ice spreading across the heart..."
"If you are not going to be helpful, then be silent!"
This was the moment the Inquisitor lost her mark, and her arm. It was spreading like venom up her arm and without her removing the hand she would have died. The moment it separated from her the flesh and bone disintegrated leaving her with a bleeding stump to remind her it was over. She returned to the court after healing as much as she could, hiding the pain as she made her way to the table telling them of the end. The inquisition was now over, but those willing to stay and stop Solas would be the guard of Divine Justinia, or as Lavellan knew her, Leliana.
Many asked her about her arm but the inquisitor fell silent on their travel back to Skyhold. She went back to the tower where Solas once spent his time and cursed herself for falling for his sweet words more than before. Anger filler her as she found many sleepless nights due to dreams that tormented her. She would give her all to this search even if in the end her revenge would lead to her death. It would be a long mission and one that would be costly but she would pay the price if only to stop him from potentially destroying the world. Her 'revenge' was only half of it, and the least important half but she could not forget that he was not who he claimed to be.
In her dreams though, she was betrayed by her own heart hearing his sickly sweet voice call 'Vhenan' like he always would. An image of him would look at her with a torn heart before turning away and becoming a wolf as they disappeared. Lavellan clutched her chest wishing the pain would go away, wishing her dreams would not bring her back to the fade – but she was a mage and would always be connected to this place. While she wished to silence the dreams she worried he would be capable of gathering information from this, her dreams. The tiny woman awoke in the night leaving a note in case she grew lost and made her way to the eluvian in the garden.
The empty garden made her feel lonely in the evening as she looked up at the moon remembering the night Solas removed her vallaslin. He was as sweet as ever before walking away like always but this time she did not know it was permanent. She made her way past the plants touching them gently before continuing onward. She reached the eluvian finding it painfully quiet, looking upon it made her remember his face even as it was over a year ago. Gritting her teeth the elf found more rage than anything filling her heart as she looked to the moon outside the windows.
I will find him, and have my answers! She growled in her own mind noticing that the mirror reacted to her rage.
It seemingly glowed, surprising her as she put her hand against it causing the light to grow and erupt until the eluvian was officially open. Liliya looked back before stepping forward into the mirror seeing if it was a trick, or truly open to her. It grew dark as she entered, a shadow cast on it with a dark smile and laughter filled the room.
Her story had begun once more.