Thank you readers for reading my story!
My story is purely made up. I did not write it because I would want to have Solas for myself before Lavellan (huehuehue). Mark my words, my story is not intended to be of romantic kind. If you however choose to read implications of it being there, then it's your free will to do so.
No, I actually ship Solavellan. Yes, I'm deep down in that rabbit hole. Someone save me (lol).
This is my confession: I have not played through the game. I watched my friend play it when she got it, got home and dived around on YouTube and found Solavellan.
It got stuck with me since, I thought of the DA past and got this interesting idea pop up. How would I change that past without changing it?
The dialogues between the characters make it sound like there's a third character in that past (if you're asking my wonderful, creative imagination... I love writing).
I would like to point out that this story has 5 chapters. Please continue reading past chapter 1!
If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'll try to answer to my best capabilities. Feedback is always welcome, do take it into consideration that I have not played it (but youtube has been a great tool to cover that up as well as dragon age wikia) so spare me at least that advice ;)
The background on this story (+characters) and the dialogues I used to as inspiration can be found on my tumblr; kaelatellus.
I did write down pretty much every quote (except for 5-10) before discovering that they could be found on the internet... All those hours...
Lastly, I want to thank BioWare and all who worked on it for having made the game. Your game inspired me to write this fanfiction of mine!
I'll be one happy and lucky fella if this fanfiction reaches them :)
Kind Regards
Marion~Mirax / Kaela Tellus (YT)
Chapter One: "Mythal"
The ten Gods that used to be worshipped, started to have conflicts among themselves. A power struggle. This disturbance were now leaking out and spreading as a mist above the Elven people. The change from living in fear from the war, to slowly living in fear under the hands of the Gods had become tangible.
One man set out to give freedom back to his people. He had arrived at a rural village by the whispers of the birds. Recent rumours about a friend that did not quite fit what he knew about her. Still, people believed it. Believed it was her. It was at that moment he decided to investigate further upon it and recently discovered the location of his so called 'friend'.
Though he was surprised upon arriving. The village, like many others, had felt the trembles of the war that stirred in the night sky. Leaving scars from left to right, but now was flourishing as if risen from the ashes. He pulled down his cloak even further over his face and made his way through the crowd of men and women showering praise and gossip about the stranger that had entered their village and turned it around.
He walked up to a smaller crowd to inquire more information of this transformation that had occurred in the village.
-"Greetings, may I have a word with you?"
They greeted him back and asked him what was on his mind.
- "I have passed this village a few times before, how can it have changed this much?" he asked.
- "Mythal came and liberated us! It happened but three days ago" said one of the men who appeared to be the youngest of them.
- "Our village was run down, we had sick people and most of us were slaves" he continued.
-"Now look! No markings, the elderly and children are no longer sick. We worked together to build up the village as much as we could, but most of it is all thanks to Mythal" said the eldest woman in the group with awe. The rest in the group nodded to each other and smiled.
- "She did all that? In three days of time? Mythal?" he asked.
-"Well... we aren't sure if she really is Mythal. She looks a bit different than I've heard of her... Though she did show up three days ago and turned our lives around" said the tallest man.
- "You are not sure if she is Mythal?" he tilted his head in peculiar curiosity and turned his gaze to the woman who had stepped forward at his question.
-"You see, she told us her name is Mythal, but when we ask her directly whether she is "The" Mythal she neither confirm nor deny it."
-"She gives us a smile, but her eyes are filled with sadness" the youngest woman added.
-"Even though that part is a mystery to us, we are grateful for what she has done for us and this village. Even though she may not be the real Mythal, she is Mythal to us" said the young bloke.
-"Is she still around? I don't see someone like that around here" he asked.
-"Oh, that's because she is helping the old couple that lives in the outskirts of the village. See that big apple tree on the hill over there? Their house lies right behind it" said the oldest one who was standing in front of him and pointed out the location before continuing:
-"If you go now, you might be able to catch her. She said she needed to continue on her journey after helping them."
-"Yes, I will do so. Thank you" he said and meant every word of it.
As he walked in the direction that was pointed out to him, he couldn't help muse over the similarities between this "Mythal" and the Mythal he knew. From what he had heard they were very much alike in regards to their actions, but upon getting closer he spotted "Mythal" and the difference between the two of them became apparent to him. The difference that set them apart. He knew how the real Mythal looked like and she did not look anything like her. A white simple dress that reached down to the ground with the sleeves being off the shoulder and what looked like fabric shaped like feathers, but only the end of it pointing down from the bottom of the sleeves. Her hair was let down and the early afternoon sun picked up the red pigments that was in her copper blonde hair.
Besides, this "Mythal" was removing the Vallaslins from the face of the Elven people.
He had arrived on time since she seemed to leaving at any moment, that is to say, if the elderly woman would stop embracing her. Her husband patted "Mythal" on the shoulder with a smile and it was he that discovered the new stranger approaching. He left "Mythal" and his wife to greet the newcomer.
-"Greetings! How can I help you? By any chance, are you here to see Mythal?" he asked.
-"Greetings. Yes, I'm here to seek audience with..."Mythal"" he answered and emphasized slightly on her name.
The elderly woman had by now let go of "Mythal" and he could see that the young woman had tensed up when he had mentioned her name. She turned around and he could now see her face and a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Her pale skin enhancing her eyes and hair. She walked up to him and stopped two feet in front of the elderly man that had talked to him seconds before.
-"I am... "Mythal"" she replied with the same pause and emphasize he had exerted earlier and looked straight at him.
He knew from that moment that they both knew the truth. He was curious as to why she would reveal herself so easily to him and at the same time keeping it from the two people behind her. Before he could speak up, "Mythal" had got to it first.
-"I was about to leave. Would you mind to keep me company on my travels? We can talk freely then" she said and he picked up the message between her lines not to ask anything until they were out of earshot.
-"It would be my pleasure" he responded with a nod.
She turned around and gave the elderly one last hug. She shook her head to their concern of not taking a short rest before leaving. She assured them she was going to be alright. She walked out of their garden and waved to the couple as she walked alongside with her new travelling companion.
The two of them walked in silence. He observed her, but she did not seem to mind as she was busy looking around at nature and he saw her facial expression changing from curiosity to admiration. After 20 minutes of walking he thought they had cleared enough distance so that they could talk.
-"Who are you really?"
-"The name's "Mythal", though we both already know that I'm not the Mythal you know, Solas"
-"How...?"
She moved her head to her right, looked at him and he saw a smile surface on her face before turning her head forward and with closed eyes she answered him.
-"I had a feeling" she said and opened her eyes and looked back at him. "and when I got closer to you back then, I tried to see if my suspicions were right" she continued.
-"So that's why you froze up, not because I had caught you trying to be an impostor."
She winced at the word impostor.
-"You are correct, though that part with the impostor... That isn't entirely the truth"
-"Meaning?"
-"I'm not from here. At all. I belong to another world. I thought that if I had an identity I would be able to maintain my presence in this world with little disturbance as possible."
-"From another world... How did you get to know about this one?"
-"Well... you could say that someone in my world got to know about yours and decided to tell the story."
-"What are you doing here?"
She paused and hesitated on whether she should tell him or not.
-"I'm here on a mission. I wanted to try and see if I could... make a change."
-"What is this change you're referring to?"
Another pause.
-"If you... were able to travel back in time and had the knowledge of what will come, would you try to change it? But in doing so you change the future and you can no longer predict what's going to happen after that one change. It would be as agonizing to watch as travelling back and just watch the story of the world unfold for a second time."
-"You don't seem to favour either options, does this mean you have another solution?"
-"I don't know for sure. Not until I have tried out my theory."
-"Is our future that bad?"
-"I can not tell you about it at the moment. I don't know what I can tell or how much without it being to many shifts to the future. I need some time to think about it."
-"How did you manage to get here?"
-"I entered the void and from that through the Fade. My real body is asleep in my world."
-"Why Mythal?"
-"I'm a healer, a protector. She seems to be someone who closely resembles me as a person. In that regard at the very least. You could say that I'm borrowing... no... I'm hiding in her shadow."
-"You're presence here is that of a Human Spirit what I can tell, using Mythal's identity so that you will not affect the present and future, because you're from another world, but came here because you wanted to see if you could make a change. Have I got it right?"
-"Pretty much."
-"That sounds quite an intricate task" he said and glanced over to look at her.
-"Indeed" she replied with a smile. He noticed that the expression of her eyes did not match with her smile. He recalled the villager's description of what he was witnessing at that very moment.
-"Is removing the Vallaslin a part of what you're trying to accomplish?"
She shook her head before answering.
-"It wasn't. Not at first. I would have done it regardless, it just happens to coincide quite well with my plans."
-"Why? How did you get the villagers to agree on having them removed?"
-"It goes beyond what I think is morally right. I do not believe in being marked to show which God you belong to. I told them that no God need to carve proof into the skin on the believers, it will only give the image of marking them as property. A God don't need popularity votes. The people and Gods should be united and to let everyone be true to themselves and reach their highest potential without restrictions and done so without harming anyone in order to accomplish that."
-"You managed to do that, all in three days? With your ears?"
He could hear her holding back a chuckle.
-"I arrived anonymous like you did. I helped them, talked to them. I kept my cloak on for some time. When they discovered my ears, they questioned me about it of course. I simply told them that I had magically changed my look and that the ears was to prove my point of embracing different qualities and aspects with each other. A small lie that I'm not proud of though my words are true none the less."
-"Wouldn't what you did back then change the future?"
-"Even though my actions were a bit contradictionary, to be standing under Mythal's name I think that incident will be bypassed"
-"How were you able to do it?"
-"Removing the Vallaslin?"
-"Yes"
-"Here, my soul is a Spirit. I am not bound by the laws of this world since I'm not from here, but it's crucial that I don't challenge it too much. Otherwise it's possible that I would be sent back from where I came from... or worse... swallowed up as if my existence is that of an infested disease. That's why I found it better if I blended in. Since the villagers agreed to have it removed, I did not go against the flow of nature or time."
-"What will you be doing now?"
-"I will continue on the same path I started with until I find the next appropriate step to take. I also need to talk to Mythal, I am using her name after all"
-"She is my friend; I don't think I can let you meet her right away. For all that I know, you might be lying to me"
-"You're doubting me?"
-"For now"
-"That's good"
-"Why do you think so?"
-"Doubting me means you want to get to know me better" she said and smiled back at him.
-"That's an interesting way of seeing it"