Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age or any game characters this just a story that came up in my warped little mind after playing. I hope you enjoy. They belong to BioWare.

Premise.

Part one of a story I hope leads into another. I hope this is ok. There will be a lot of Angst in this first story but as someone once said "you have to fall to know if you can fly" (Think those were the exact words). Thetas is about to have a major fall so the next generation can fly. Hope you will enjoy.

Set six months after DAI the Inquisition arrived to late a patch of charred earth that was the last place Clan Lavellan only to find charred bodies. Now Aryan Lavellan is lost in grief as the rest of Thetas tries figure out what killed the Clan, as Flemeth and Mythal put their plans for revenge into play. Continuation story from my own

[Allister/F Warden Cousland][ Inquisitor Solas] Cole, Fiona, Flemeth, Mythal and some Hawk and probably a good bit of the rest. Prologue is Flemeth and Mythal. Mythal speaking is Italicized Flemeth is underlined. Setting is in the hosts head.

Prologue 1.1:The Goddess and the Witch

The wolf's mournful howls echoed through the empty halls, "for the love of Andraste make him STOP!" Flemeth cried out her throbbing with each sad song.

"I cannot Flemeth his heart is shattered, and with good reason, her Clan was part of her now she is the last. Burnt flesh and earth not a single sole out of a Clan of 500 survived. It is enough to make me cry. Poor Fen'Harel, how many millennia has he lived alone in Solace only to find his other half during this madness." Mythal frowned looking out into the Fade seeing her longtime friend sitting beside a storm of darkness and sorrow. The even goddess of love and justice felt as if she was anything but that. It seemed for so long now since her works had brought anything but pain and suffering.

WE are the ones who released her! Your wolf cries because of OUR doing. Ok he's also to blame for the foci. Honestly Mythal. . . " Flemeth chided as she covered her ears again as the dark storm raged and wolf howled. "MAKE IT STOP!!"

Mythal took a deep sad breath "I-Cannot. And he's not my wolf. Not mine anymore."

The witch eyes flare a white hot silvery haze, "Because we let her out. Put her back, now for the love of the Maker!" If there is one, she thought. Flemeth of Highever had never been a pious woman nor even a believer in anything but herself. But at this moment she will do about anything to stop the no stop incessant howling

"It was the only way to wake him my friend. I created her centuries ago to be his reward for service. The Inquisitor is truly the other half of his soul, her song is what woke him. And for our plan to work we need him. . . . And her! If our plan is succeed and the betrayers are finally made to pay. The stars are soon to align for the next step. The attack on Lavellan is no coincidence. Our enemies are trying to distract us, to stop us. THAT must not happen."

"Do we even have one Mythal?" Flemeth asked as the goddess glided over in a haze of sliver magic to a alter before a mural wall. The witch watched as the goddess stretched her hand out an traced over tiled embellished with jeweled images of four creatures: A whited and black griffon, a black and blue stoned wolf and two dragons one who looked to be made of silver coins was smaller with two elegant sharp horns on either side of its head and the large gold one with three heads. Her hand seemingly lingering over the wolf before opening the large black and gold box on the alter.

Flemeth could not help but note the heaviness of her friend, the one she had merge with centuries ago, the one who had promised vengeance for Osin. It had been a simple deal, Flemeth would do all she could to avenge the death of Mythal and betrayal of the one Mythal loved, for Mythal freeing Osin's soul from the abyss reuniting them once more. And course the destruction of her husband's line. . . The second was all but done save one lone female, but the first part. . . . "Well Mythal DO YOU have a plan TO enact?" The old hags words

Mythal smiled as she placed her hands into the box "You know me better than that my friend. I always keep my promises. But there is much to do and a short time to act. We still have things to do, but first we must find a new body. Fen'Harel was a quick fix. And though he thought himself willing to merge with us he could not fully. And we are not at full strength," strange sounds filled the air as her hands wrestling with something in the box.

"I trust you have someone in mind?"

"I do, someone who can handle our power and can do what needs to be done. A guardian for us all, one whose blood will merge mine and yours so we can take the next step," the truth was Mythal had chosen her many years before but she never knew how to approach the guardian, nor could she think of a deal to appeal to the woman." That is where you come in old friend . . " Mythal could feel the witches eyes boring into her as she spoke.

"I often wonder why it is I who must make the devils barging and get the bad reputation, when YOU Mythal are the one who has always drives the horse?" Flemeth's brow furrowed in disdain for the situation which always seemed to put the witch as a dark villainess instead of a simple woman who mourned for a life that never was.

The goddess long silvery strands of hair whipped wildly as the seemingly younger woman spun around to face the old witch with a white hot orb of light in each hand. "Simple my friend because you are good at getting people to do what they would not normally do. You were always as much rouge as you are witch, a great gift to be sure and. . . I always keep my promises."

An eerie smile crept across Flemeth's face as her heart left for joy of a young girl long lost. "I'm sure I can work out. What of your wolf and this mess with Clan Lavellan. If I know you. . . "

Mythal frowned; Clan Lavellan had been special to her even before they were clans. Loyal and noble they (at first the family then the Clan) had been amongst her most ardent followers, now gone and she nor Flemeth had seen it coming. The younger looking woman closed her eyes, "We must heal the wolf by healing her. He still must play his part and she. . . The world needs the Inquisitor and so do we."

Flemeth frowned and shook her head "I guess you do not WISH to share WHAT you have planned with me? As always."

A light girlish chuckle came from Mythal's lips. . . "Isn't that half the fun of it, plus we have to keep our enemies guessing don't we?" as a wicked smile crossed the goddess soft pink lips.

With Mythal's words echoed as their great room faded away and Solas' eyes glowed angry blue silver it was time to get to work. Solace stretched out his long fingers as his body was encompassed by a brilliant blue and silver light. The light cast shadows against the trees making them look as if they were dancing the darkness and as it ebbed away as the High Dragon roared. It shook its two horned head then pushed off from the forest clearing and into the night. The night was dark and they had a long way to go.