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Times have been tough for Letholin Mahariel. The title of Warden Commander of Ferelden came with just as many (if not more) complications after the Blight, than during it. Before he became Commander it was simple, He only had to worry about raising an army in order to fight another one. Sure they had an Archedemon, but having to worry about crowd control due a Tavinter Magistair who was inducing something similar to the calling? That was quite a difficult and stressful task. With luck Corypheus' hold on the Wardens was only temporary and the remaining Wardens would be able to rebuild the Order as fast as they possibly could.

However with the destruction of Corypheus one nightmare ended, but a second one took it's place for Letholin.

For months Letholin simply vanished, nobody, not even Leliana knew of his whereabouts. He was simply gone. During his disappearance he was spending most of his time searching for a cure to the Calling. He knew that it would come in handy if Corypheus' imitation Calling still affected the Wardens after his destruction. But after every lead went dry and the sudden contact from the Inquisition he began to feel the need to come out of hiding. So suddenly he decided to see if it was in fact the right decision to show his face by returning to Denerim and assisting King Alistair if needed. He was on his second week of being a personal adviser for his old friend when it happened. More specifically he was asleep when it happened.

"They're coming...!"

Letholin woke up with a start and short of breath. Even in the dark the elf could easily see that he was the only one within the small room. Even though he was offered a rather large room in Alistair's palace he chose to take the smallest room out of instinct. So it wasn't like there was much room for someone to hide and whisper strange things to him while he was asleep.

With a small sigh he began to lay back down in his bed in an attempt to fall back asleep. However after a few seconds later he heard it again.

"Just let me get a little closer!"

This time Letholin pulled out a dagger from underneath his pillow. The first time Letholin was able to play it off that it was just a dream that woke him up, but this one sounded more real, and more...Dalish. This time he could also just barely recognize the voice. "Tamlen?" He asked out loud.

Instead of an answer he heard something else.

"You're not safe here...!"

This caused Letholin to literally jump out of his bed. Due to it being in the middle of winter he was dressed in a thick wool shirt and pair of pants, but he still could feel the sting of the temperature within the room. However it wasn't the cold that he was worried about, it was about the sudden heat that he felt. "No..." He muttered to himself.

Suddenly he dropped his dagger onto the floor and pressed his hand against his forehead. He could instantly feel the fever that he was beginning to procure. "It can't be." He said before running going over to his desk.

Quickly he grabbed a ribbon off the desk and pulled his jet black hair into a pony tail. Next to the ribbon he grabbed a lantern and a small match book with the other. Expertly he lit a match and set fire to the small piece of cloth within the lantern. Instantly he threw the match book onto the desk and made his way to the front door.

As Letholin pulled it the door open he cringed at the loud noise it made. He knew Alistair's room was a couple doors down, and while time was of the essence he didn't want to wake the king up. Once it was open enough he squeezed through the door and ran towards down the hallway

Three lefts and two rights later Letholin was at the entrance of the palace's library. Pushing the door forward he made no hesitation of carefully opening it, he knew that he was safe enough to not wake his friend. The collection of books was impressive indeed. Even though Alistair himself didn't spend much time in the room, Letholin tended to hide himself there throughout most of the day. It was there that he could work in peace, and read from time to time. With so much time spent in that room he learned the layout like the back of his hand (mostly because he rearranged most of the books himself.) Because of this fact he knew exactly where the section on the Grey Wardens was: right next to his desk.

His little corner in the Library was a desk, a couple spare chairs, and a coffee table that were all surrounded by three tall book shelves that acted as makeshift walls. After placing the lantern on his desk Letholin made his way over to the self to his right. Quickly he began to scan through the titles that were printed onto the spines of the books.

"Initiation of the Grey Wardens, secrets on how to fight Darkspawn, the first Warden, the Calling." With a small sigh his hand rested on the top of the book. He dreaded the idea that he would find his answer in that book, part of him questioned if he should even look.

"Open it."

Once again he heard the whispers from behind him. For a second he told himself to not open the book, but for some odd reason he felt compelled to do what it said. However without really thinking about it he brought his arm to his side, but not before pulling the book off of it's shelf where it fell to the floor. For a moment he just stared at the book, it was open and turned to a page with large black letters saying "Symptoms of a Warden who hears the Calling." He questioned the luck of it turning onto that page, but he didn't think too much about it before he picked it up and began to read it.

Out loud he began to read the words printed on the page. "Signs that a Warden has hit the early stages of the Calling is when: 1) they begin to hear whispers from far away, 2) they begin to develops a fever 3)..." He stopped after the second sign; he didn't need to read any more. With a deep breath he placed the book onto the desk behind him. "All my time spent looking for a cure must have caught up with me." He muttered before leaning against the bookshelf.

For a while he stared at the book that was on his desk. He began to regret looking at that book, but he felt like that he needed to, even if he now began to realize something.

'I'm dying.'