When Ellana stirred, she was overjoyed to the point of tears to see Cassandra hovering over her with a scowl. Lavallen expected Cassandra to take her by the hand and question her, but much to her surprise Cassandra did no such thing. Instead, another figure appeared behind her. One she could honestly say she did not know of. This person was an Elf. Tall had long curled brown hair that ran down the right side of his chest, and worn Vallaslin that represented Mythal. What caught her eye the most was that his right hand glowed a familiar eerie green.
"The Anchor?" Ellana questioned with a sudden snap, "Why do you have it?" The male proceeded to follow her gaze. A brow quirked up in surprise and then he glanced at her with astonishment.
"You know what this is?" Ellana held back a laugh. Of course, she knew what it was. The mark caused her more nightmares then favors. Hell it even cost her-Ellena glanced down at her left hand in an instant to find the green humming glow on her hand as well. She let out a breath of relief. She also carried the mark as well. At least she wasn't completely out of the loop.
But where was she? It looked to be some sort of cottage. A memory clicked inside her brain and Ellana remembered. This is where that woman greeted her when she first woke up in Haven after stopping the Breach from growing. How odd that she was here of all places.
"Mahanon, what shall we do with her?" Cassandra asked, "She's resisting."
"I am not resisting," Ellana replied somewhat annoyed as she wiped away her tears. "I was just thinking."
"Then answer the question, Trevelyan. What is," Cassandra squinted her eyes, "the Anchor?"
Ellena sighed.
"The Anchor is used to permanently seal tears in the Veil from Fade rifts to the Breach itself. It is the green mark that the two of us carry. Why he has it - I have no idea. I have it because I'm incredibly unlucky." With this Mahanon seemed to smile.
"It seems we share a similar trait." Cassandra growled, "I'm going to get Solas, this is ridiculous. Perhaps our fade expert can shed some light on this situation."
"Wait!" Ellena cried out causing the warrior to stop in her tracks. Cassandra looked over at the woman with a raised brow.
Lavallan wasn't sure if now was the best time to tell them that Fen'harel walked among them. But instead decided to go with the next best thing that irked her. "You called me Trevelyan, why is that?" It was then that Cassandra wore a smug smirk.
"I know who you are. I know that you were sent to the Chantry conclave to aid your family in putting an end to the Templar-Mage War. We have Josephine to thank for that information. Don't think for a moment that your family name can save you from your crimes. People are dead. People are dying, and I'll be damned to let someone like you walk around freely - abomination." With that Cassandra turned heel and was out the door with a slam, Ellena winced, and Mahanon besides her laughed.
"Don't worry she's like that with everyone. Cassandra's not a bad person. Just a little paranoid about mages."
"You're not a mage?"
"No. I've never had any affinity with it."
"Odd."
"What is?" He inquired, and she could only knit her brows in response. "So I think introductions are in order. I'm Mahannon, a Dalish hunter and you are-" Ellena groaned at him and he decided to finish it off for her. "You are Evelyn Traveleyn mage extraordinaire?"
"No." Lavellan gritted out.
"No? Then who are you?" Lavellan rolled her eyes at him, but decided to play along.
"I am-" She paused when the words wouldn't come out. In fact, it was at that moment that she realized her voice didn't sound all that right. She looked up at him with a fearful expression. "Do I have Vallaslin still?" Mahanon tilted his head in confusion.
"What do you mean?" She looked at him like he was an idiot. Did he not know what those marks on his face were? Was he sane?
"Vallaslin." She said pointing to his face.
"I know what it means." He replied clearly annoyed, albit insulted by her words. Ellana felt her lips twich into a scowl, and he clarified his own irritation since she was so difficult. "I just can't fathom why a shem would have Vallaslin."
It was then that she stilled, face draining of any color that it had left. "Hey, are you alright?" Mahanon called, placing a hand on her shoulder, and Ellana found it difficult to breathe.
He called out her name, she was sure of it.
But was it the right one?
Just who was she?
Ellana coughed and stared at her hands.
Blood?
Was she ill?
She felt Mahanon reel away at the sight, and Ellena was sure she heard him yell out Solas's name. The door to the cottage ripped open as Mahannon took off to call for help.
Which was good.
She certainly needed it.
Her vision was blurring, and she was positively sure in any minute she would surely give out.
"I am Evelyn." She announced to no one in particular. She did not know why it brought her no joy to say it. The information coming to her as if it had always been.
She was a circle mage, fleeing, and somehow was brought here after the conclave exploded. She had no one, her family cast her aside. "I am Traveleyn." She breathed out cooly. "Not my world. This is not my world. " Something went wrong. She was sure of it.
She looked up to see Solas standing in the door way and her gaze hardened.
"Ma vhenan."