Merrill stood at the head of the campfire discussing with the other leaders of the elven refugees when the messenger arrived baring a letter from Varric, Merrill tucked the letter into her robes before turning to continue the meeting. That night when she flopped into her bed roll tired from the day of marching and planning but she was looking forward to reading from a letter from her good friend, she sat up on her roll summoning a mage light to read by before opening the letter. She knew something was wrong as the letter said 'Dear Daisy I am so sorry.' The more she read the more she started to shake and the more her eyes began watering, when she was at the end of the letter she could barely read it through the tears now falling freely.
The refugees who had been sleeping were woken suddenly by the sound of a howl that did not sound human, those who looked for the source quickly fled and turned others away when they found the source. The sight to this day haunted the nightmares of those who saw it that night, awash in the moonlight surrounded by a ring of trees a lone elf screamed her rage, pain and sorrow at the heavens in a howl that lasted until her throat could bear it no more. After that night Merrill was never seen again by any living soul who lived to tell about, the loss of her best friends during the blight then the loss of her clan for a mirror she shattered in the end anyway combined with the death of her true love broke her mind driving her insane. After that there were only rumors about her wandering the world searching for a way into the fade for the rest of her days and killing any who tried to stop her no caring if they were friend or foe, nothing mattered more than finding the remains of her love anymore.