In the wake of my previous and first long ongoing story about my Inquisitor I got a question about whether or not I had thoughts about writing about Falon'Din. I found the topic intriguing and dove head first into the world of DAI again, researching the mythology to see if I could spin a new version of the universe around another story with another Inquisitor of mine, Enanela Lavellan. (Introduction picture can be found at DeviantArt under my PenName "Fnorpan"; misc-folder; Enanela Lavellan)

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This is but the introduction to the story, where you can get a sense of the character and get some clues as to what transpired during the actual game-content of DAI. I don't know how long or short this story will be, that remains to be seen. It will go where ever it will take me for now. I can't say how often this will be updated but I will try to dish out at least a chapter each month. It all depends on how much my work and kiddo takes out of me.

Anyway, enough rambling on my part.

Enjoy!

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Credits for any tevene goes to katiebour at deviantart and the dragonage wikia.

Credits for any elvish goes to FenXshiral and whom ever is responsible for the LingoJam elven DAI translator. I'm sorry if I abuse the language.

CHAPTER 1 - INTRO:

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The destructive pain wreaking havoc in Enanela's slight, elven body and bleeding soul was as indescribable as it was unbearable. The blinding agony shot straight through every raw nerve-end she had, burning as it went and eating away at the last piece of sanity she had left in her battered body. She wanted to scream, to cry and wail until her entire being gave in to unconsciousness from sheer exhaustion. But when she opened her mouth it felt as dry as a day in the dessert, nothing came out of her constricting throat no matter how much she wanted it and all she was left with was watching in heartrending horror as the love of her life left her there in a broken heap by the foot of a closing Eluvian.

Not only did he betray everything they had built, breaking her heart with his empty words of love and regret. He also stole everything from her. Her heart, her innocence and even the death she would have welcomed as a friend in this moment. Enanela cursed Solas - or more appropriately Fen'Harel - through the waves of agony crashing mercilessly over her in her personal sea of misery. He certainly lived up to his name, both of them, and she found herself wishing she had never laid eyes on him. At the very least she wished she had had the sense to at the very least entertain Cullen and Varric's warnings about the elven apostate. Even if she knew Cullen's suspicions stemmed from jealousy, Varric was her friend through and through and right now she wished to the high heavens she had listened.

Suddenly she was jerked back to reality. Someone was by her side, shaking her perhaps? And that someone was most definitely talking to her, trying to gain her attension but her entire focus was virtually glued to the now closed Eluvian while she clasped the stump remaining of her left arm. Slowly she managed to turn her chocked mind towards her friends and vaguely she recognized the worried voices of Varric, Dorian and Blackwall who seemed to be squabbling like usual.

"We got to go back to the Palace. The divine will know…" Blackwall's rich voice rang full of worry but he was cut off by a snarky Tevinter accent.

"Yes! By all means. Let's just serve her and the Inquisition to the nobles on a silver platter shall we?!"

"We can't just leave her like this! Varric?"

"Sorry, I'm with Sparkler on this one. The nobles would have a field day with this."

"So what do we do then? None of us have any potions and Solas was the only one with healing magic. The blighted prick." Blackwall more or less spat the last words and in response Enanela could feel her own anger rising. The betrayal she felt sparking anew, ripping open the still raw wound even more and with that as a crutch she managed to refocus her attension to her friends.

"It's… ok… I'm ok." she ground out through clenched teeth. She shut her eyes tight as she fought the urge to shriek from the agony that came with moving her body even an inch. She didn't have time to wallow, she needed to get back to Halamshiral and end the inane debate with those pompous dogs so she could get back to hunting... She flinched away from the thoughts of what would come after she was done in Halamshiral. She wasn't ready to face that yet and she really couldn't afford to fall apart any more than she already had if she was to survive in a political battle between two squabbling lords.

Shoving her fear and sorrow to the deepest recesses of her soul she struggled to get to her feet. A strong, plate-armored arm caught her swaying form and Blackwall offered her a shoulder to lean on while they began the long walk back through the myriad of Eluvians that would eventually lead them to Halamshiral. And the shit-storm that probably awaited them there.