First fanfict ever, just trying to let out my imagination with this one. Not native-speaker, so please deal qith the grammar and narratie mistakes. Comments and favs cannot be more appreciated.
If he hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Solas would not have believed that someone could have survived the explosion.
But there she was, covered in black rags and a full-body hood, her chest slowly going up and down following the rythm of her calm breath. She made a sound when the soldiers deposited the stretcher on the ground and put her in the bed, but she became quiet short after.
Cassandra entered the room like a storm. Long story short, the patient seemed to be an spy, an Elven spy due to her complexion, and the only survivor of the blast. Solas listened to her with a serious face, but he felt his insides scream. Not everything was lost. The explosion, and all the lives that were lost, may have not been in vain. The soldiers and Cassandra let Solas with the spy, after a discussion on Solas' life hope if the elf did not survive it.
The next hours passed fast, but agitated with the commotion. While everybody outside the small house in Haven where he and the elf were was moaning for the Divine, for the lives lost or for the enormous breach on the sky, Solas found himself staring too long at the female elf, wondering and thinking of the many things that could possibly had happened for her survival. Blinking, Solas did not lose any more time. He took off the glove that covered her left hand, which was glistening with a green glow, only to find the lightest skin he had ever seen. For a moment he thought that she was dead, but the hot touch against her skin proved him wrong. Her fingers where thin and delicate, and her nails were large and pointed, he noticed, before concentrating in the important task: keeping the survivor alive.
He held tightly her hand in his, inoculating magic in her body, trying to stabilize the Anchor. His Anchor. While doing so, he proceeded to handcuffed her, just as Cassandra had ordered him to do. He felt an energy inside her fighting his own as he transferred more and more healing magic to the girl. The Seeker had told Solas that she only found a pair of daggers with the girl, and the man had to recognize he did not expect to find a mage without her staff. But the magic within her was unquestionable. Perhaps the spy did not even realize she was a mage? Was she going in disguise, afraid to be discovered by a templar?
While thinking about it, he stared at her, perplexed. Who was this woman? What happened at the Conclave? How in the world could a simple mortal survive being physically in the Fade? So many questions passed through Solas' mind while he looked at the fox mask that covered her face. It had large ears and a pointy nose. The mask was mainly pure white from the nose to the face, but slowly faded into black towards the ears and the sids of the head. It also had some details in red, like the lines surrounding the eyes. The slim hollow of the mask's eyes was covered in black cloth, making it impossible for people to look into the eyes of the person that was wearing the mask. Evidently, only someone with developed sight could use such a thing. The object covered the upper half of her face, while the lower half was covered in a dark and frayed kerchief, and it gave the girl the appearance of an assassin. No doubt Cassandra was already planning her trial and collecting the proves of her guilt.
With his free hand he touched his forehead, thoughtful. His head was hurting really bad due to all the events that had happened, but there was still hope. She was the hope. She needed to wake up, for everyone's sake.
A sigh escaped the girl, barely noticeable through the dark cloth. This caught Solas' attention, and feared that the kerchief could cause problems in her breathing. Slowly, he reached to the girl's face with his hand. He slid down the piece of cloth, showing pale, almost spectral-looking skin. Her mouth was slightly parted, showing white teeth and fangs that Solas could have sworn were larger than they should be. Her lips, pale and glossy, lacked of any makeup, and so the small lines on her lips were full visible, making her look almost childish. Two red dots decorated her chin, but if they were just a normal tattoo or a vallaslin he could not say, so he proceeded to remove the mask.
However, before he could touch the object, a low voice stopped him.
"Mana"
He froze, looking at her. The girl had spoken the word of stop in Elvhen. Was she awake? It was impossible!
After a few seconds, the girl's mouth closed again, and her breath turned back to usual. She did not move, but it was enough to make Solas change his mind about removing the mask.
But now, if it was even possible, he was more curious about the girl.
A few days passed, and there was no sign of recovery from the woman. The Breach only poured more and more demons, and everyone in Haven was losing their minds. Cassandra and Leliana did not know what else to do about the survivor and the situation, even with the soothing words that Solas tried to give to them, saying that she would woke up in time. But they were running out of it, and even Solas started doubting of his own abilities. He would become tired after hours of treatment, and still there was no sign of recovery. Would his only hope, the only hope of the whole world, disappear just like that?
It was the dusk of the fourth day since the blast, and once more, Solas sat beside the faceless girl on the bed, trying to cure the effects of the Anchor. And, once more, nothing happened. With a sigh, he stood and faced the other way, moving towards a table with a number of herbs and potions brought by the alchemist that was using to help his own magic.
It was the faintest sound, the fastest move. Solas did not realise until a second later that his neck was being pointed by a dagger.
"You have five seconds to tell me the important. So you better start now. Shout and you're dead."
He stood there for a second, without saying a thing. It looked that Cassandra did not remove all her weapons, after all.
The girl was surprised that the first thing that she heard was the sigh of relief that the elf let slip. For all she had gathered in her half hour of being awake, studying her surroundings, this bald elf was the one that had been taking care of her.
But why? Why did she awake in human territory? How did they bring her here? And for what reason?
All her question faded away when the elf started talking.
"I am pleased to see you still live, and surprised that you were able to free yourself from the handcuffs in so little time."
"Have I asked your opinion?" She sank the blade a little bit more into the flesh of the elf, and heard him. Her head was spinning at an incredible pace, she never felt hungrier in her entire life and all her body was stiff from the lack of mobility. Even so, she had to focus in escaping from that unknown place.
"You are in Haven. It has been four days since the blast and-"
"The blast? What blast?"
The male breathed out, and she gripped her dagger with more strength. It was a pleasant sound to her ears, but her pulse did not shake. She could not remember a thing after the Conclave, as if someone had stolen her memories.
"There are many things that you don't know. Many things had happened since the Conclave. You, surviving an explosion that destroyed it all, for example."
Slowly, she lowered her weapon, assuming the things the man just told her.
Everybody was just...dead? That could only mean that...
...She was the only one to blame.
With a swift move, she grabbed the elf and turned him to face her way, putting her dagger against her throat. She studied the factions of the male, his high cheekbones, narrow eyes and square jaw. He looked at her with no fear, which surprised her, but only curiosity. This only enhanced her own towards him. She sensed magic in him, of course, but as far as she was concerned, these people needed her and would not harm her, so she didn't need to worry about being fried by him. In the blink of an eye, she brought her head to his neck.
"What are y-"
Solas could only contemplate how the other elf smelled him, absorbing his aroma. She quickly withdrew from him, with the dagger still across his throat. Solas looked at the girl, unable to believe what just happened. What was the exactly purpose of that? He opened his mouth to say something, but found no words. The female put in place the that the male lowered days ago, took two steps backwards and bowed her head a little.
"Ir abelas, hahren" she spoke then, in an accent that Solas thought as perfect "It seems that you speak the truth, so this is when our paths separate."
And with that, in a blink, Solas was alone in the house, watching the fast black figure run towards the woods of Haven. After the surprise passed, he walked a few steps, towards the door, taking his staff. With more and more questions surrounding his head, he followed the soldiers that were chasing her.
The prisoner ran fast, very fast, as fast as the wild has taught her. Damn it all, as she smelled no lies from the elf. She only perceived the smell of fresh ink, old paper and medical herbs; she would not kill someone who brings knowledge to this word. Her black hood flowed around her, covering her body like an obscure veil. It was not much after when she heard the screams and shouts of alarm. And, with a swift look back, saw a raven-haired human woman running after her, with anger filling her eyes. The girl ran faster, trying to not think too much about the pain in her legs.
It would not be long until she reached the woods. And when she did, everything would be resolved. No one would be able to find her in the forest.
She saw the woman trying to catch her pace, but failing in the process. She was wearing heavy armour; it was just impossible that she could reach her, even if the human was naked.
She laughed, believing herself free.
That was until, of course, her left hand ached with so much pain that the fox fell to the ground, screaming.
She slipped across the snow and buried her hand in it, trying to calm the pain, but feeling the human just behind her was not helping, neither it was the light of the sun over her, even if it was just a reminiscence of the day. She felt tears in her eyes as her hand moved without control, glowing green, her fingers twisting without her concerned. With a disgusted sound, she felt the human shadow over her.
The female elf felt a strong and fierce grip on her shoulder, making her stand up. She faced then the human. She had beautiful but hard features, she noted, and eyes dark as her hair. The elf could not help but smile at the human's panting and sweating.
The young girl did not give the human a chance to rest. Freeing herself from the grasp, she pushed the older women to the snow, and sat over her, drawing the dagger that she hid in her hood. The woman did not stay still as she punched her in the left side of her face and changed positions, being now the human above the elf.
"By my condition of Seeker of Truth and Right Hand of the Divine" she started, as she tried to hold the wild elf down "I hereby declare you guilty and ready for tria-"
"Whatever you think I did, I'm INNOCENT!"
"Why are you running then? You should have nothing to fear!"
"I woke up in a shemlen village, surrounded by soldiers and you expect me to have "nothing to fear"!?"
When the Seeker was preparing another punch, the sneaky elf slid from her grasp and dodge the fist, taking the woman's arm and throwing her to the ground. This time, she quickly stood and started running again, but it was pointless. The soldiers had already reached them, and before she could even start to sprint, she was captured.
The spy was thrown to the cold snow on her knees as she growled, her arms trapped behind her by the strong hold of the humans, her face pushed down to the snow, still hidden under the mask. The Seeker cleaned the snow of her armour and approached them, drawing her sword.
"Don't touch me!" she snarled, sounding like an animal. The elf fought, trying to become free from her capturers, even though it was futile. In the middle of her struggle, she saw the elf and a dwarf near the Seeker, looking at her. Fuck them. Fuck the woman. Fuck everything.
"Show her face" the elf growled at this, tried to stand, but failed. They took the hood of from her head, showing a pure white hair hidden under it. She wore it braided, and was tangled around her neck, creating a necklace. The remaining hair that slid out of the braid created wild curls around her head.
"No. No. NO!" when one of the human soldiers was removing the kerchief from her face, he was stupid enough to put his hand too close from her mouth, the elf noted, and so she bit him with all her strength. His hand was gloved, but it did not matter, as her fangs tore the material and sank into his flesh. The man screamed, as he took his bloody hand away.
No one could believe their ears when they heard the girl's laugh, too wild. For Solas, who was staring at the whole situation with a mixture of disgust and fascination, not even the Dalish were that vicious.
"We don't have time for this!" In less than a second, the Seeker was above the girl, and with a swift movement, kicked her belly with her knee, causing the younger girl to lose all her breath for a second. She could not escape now, and just a few moments later, her whole façade was removed and her head forced up by a strong grip on her hair. She could never have been more grateful that the sun had already disappeared
Everyone looked at her, stunned.
The elf was on her early to mid 20s, or so it showed her lack of wrinkles and the flush of her checks, despite the fact that her face was twisted in an aggressive and wild gesture, her small mouth but full and pale lips showing her teeth. Her ears, straight and long, were red from the cold and anger. However, none of them cared about this, as they could only see the paleness of her skin, so white that could be confused with the snow. White and curly hair, white and long lashes, white and thick brows...and deep blood coloured eyes, sparkling with emotion.
If she seemed more like a spirit or a demon, no one could tell.
As for Solas, he could only see the vallaslin in her forehead that matched the colour of her eyes. The thin but obscure lines delineated three rhombuses in one side, three on the other, simulating eyes, with a pattern in the middle. Three small lines crossing the bridge of her nose. Two dots on her chin. He never thought he would see anyone with such markings, as even himself had forbid everyone that followed him in ancient times to use create and use it. But there it was, decorating the girl's face.
The vallaslin of Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf
His vallaslin.
"Your name! Say it!" said the Seeker, pointing at the now known Dalish. Her expression changed then for a confident and cocky smile, brows furrowed and fangs showing, eyes showing thrill and excitement.
"My name…is Halevune Lavellan" the elf stuck out her tongue, still tainted in blood. "And you can all go to hell".
While the crowd was too busy trying to control the beast that was Halevune, taking her to the Temple of Sacred Ashes, a laughing dwarf approached Solas. In the distance, swear words and threats of assassinations from the girl could be heard, as Cassadra lifted and carried her thin body over her shoulder.
"So, what do you think, Chuckles?" he said, looking at the direction where Halevune was being taken "Too wild for your taste?"
"Nothing is "too wild" for me, Master Tethras." the elf responded, standing tall, putting his arm behind his back- And her wildness is of no concern for me. For now, let us hope that she agrees to help us close the Breach and does not provoke more… struggles."
"Well, little Wildling here has proved more fun than you already. And, well, than most of everyone here already." rubbing his head, he started to follow the crowd. The elf gave him a single look before concentrating in the distance, looking at the yelling girl that was vanishing in the distance.
Solas stayed behind, trying to put his thoughts in mind. If Halevune had captured her attention at the beginning, now most than ever, although he would never have said it out loud. His slighted parted lips curled into a grin as he heard the shouts and howls of Halevune trying to break free.
What a little beast we have found.
With that last though, he marched in the direction of Varric, trying to catch his pace.
This was supposed to be just an introduction, so my apologis if it was too slow-paced. Hope you enjoyed!