Hi - this is just me writing in tid bit and it's just kind of a what if scenario - I was actually playing FFXI - wings of the goddess and then I suddenly kind of had a story inspiration towards Dragon Age Inquisition and so here it is. Um, yeah blame Iroha.
Disclaimer: I do not own DA.
Chapter 1: Lost
"This is everything we've ever wanted, Vhenan." The wolf whispered as baited breath kissed at slim pale neck.
Ellana's body squirmed uncomfortably under his lips. She hated his surprised visits. She ought to have known he was there – especially knowing how vast, powerful, and free her magic had grown in this world. She was the famed Inquisitor after all. Armies upon armies had practically quivered in their boots upon seeing her on the front lines.
It was a shame that the same formality was not present whenever the Dread Wolf made his presence known. Instead it was she who stilled at his touch. She was frightened to imagine that one day his teeth might bare furiously and sink dangerously into neck.
A snap of a tree branch in the distance sent her jumping up and away from her wolf. Only to hear him chuckle and path to the right, stopping close besides her. "Relax, it's only the wind my love. You are safe with me." He reassured, patting her shoulder gently. "In my world – you will always be safe."
Her heart twinged painfully at the remark but she still she managed to steady it and put on a brave face. One even Dorian would dare say be proud of. "Yes," She managed pausing to swallow heavily as her body slowly turned to face her so called Heart. "It's all thanks to you – Fen'Harel."
She had wanted him to pull her close and press lips to head but such actions were foreign to the wolf. Instead he simply turned heel and bid her farewell leaving her with mixed thoughts and a growing bitter heart.
The others were right – Solas was truly dead. Had been actually for quite some time now.
In fact Ellana was positive now more than ever that she had been pursuing a broken man this whole time. The darkness in his heart had swallowed him whole and she had seen it – so clearly as day – but turned blind eye to it which ultimately led her here - to this moment.
The die had been cast.
It was all her fault.
She should have never let him out of her sight that night - especially when he looked so defeated. So distant. His eyes glazed over as he fumbled over shattered life's work. The Foci – his one true goal – and she stepped over it too busy soaking in her own glory. Only to make him to fall further and further away from her allowing the wolf to manifest and take form.
She was such a fool.
A bitter and harsh truth.
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