"Cullen! Cullen!" The care-free young woman called as she rushed her way towards the Knight-Captain who was curiously searching around for the owner of the voice that called his name. His eyes were set on the youngster, Clemencia, as her pace slowed down. "Yes, Clemencia? What is the matter?" His voice was not as relaxed as it usually was, the knight-captain was obviously uneasy because of the current situation. "Where is she? Where is my sister? What is going on? Why is everyone running away and what is that ... that thing in the sky?" The young girl bombarded the Knight-Captain with numerous questions which he could barely reply to.

Cullen took a deep breath before trying to explain the situation to the girl, but he was not completely aware of what was going on himself. "Cassandra is alright, Clemencia. She is trying to fix this whole situation among Leliana." Clemencia was not feeling any less worried with his reply and her questions still lingered in her head. "But what is the situation? What is going on Cullen, please tell me!" she begged for the thousandth time that day. You see, her age gave her a certain image to the people of Haven. The image of the child, the vulnerable and weak child.

But she was far from that. Being Cassandra's sister, even though not by blood, was reason enough for her to be far from being a vulnerable kid. Watching Cassandra train and studying each and one of her moves, hours of secret training herself and sparring with her deceased brother, Anthony, were the reasons she was more than just capable to protect herself in the battlefield. But nobody would see that, not even Cassandra. She knew, she knew Clemencia was strong but she just couldn't accept it. She was too scared of losing her too, so she had decided to treat her as a child for as long as she would be able to. To protect her.

"I am not completely sure myself, Clemencia. But it's bad, really bad and you need to enter the Chantry to protect yourself." that made the young girl angry, it was the last thing she needed to hear at the moment. "Cullen I am not a child! I can take care of myself, so please tell me where Cassandra is and what in Andraste's ass is happening to us?" She still demanded answers to her questions and Cullen was caught in the middle of having an angry Clemencia by his side or having an enraged Cassandra chasing him down later for exposing her sister to danger. And I think everyone would choose to side with Lady Cassandra on that one.

"Clemencia listen to me. I cannot help you right now, it is a crucial moment for Haven. I am begging you to fall back and await for everyone back in the Chantry. Please Clemencia." The Knight-Captain was practically begging the younger Pentaghast to return to the Chantry, not only because he was scared of the older Pentaghast's reaction later but also because he was worried of Clemencia's safety himself. Clemencia's eyebrows lowered in a dangerous way and her eyes were throwing daggers at Cullen but she said nothing. She let out a short groan and clenched her fists. "Fine." she hissed. "I'll go hide or something." and before Cullen could even reply she had turned around and sprinted towards the Chantry.

Cullen sighed, as his arms hanged on his sides. He shook his head from side to side, silently muttering "She's just like you, Cassandra. Just like you."

As Clemencia walked through the corridoors of the Chantry she was murmuring curses under her breath, her slender hands always in fists. She entered her room, her temporary one at least, and slammed the door behind her. "Damn you all!" She cursed a little louder as she landed on her bed, her ginger curls forming a huge circle around her small round pale face. She sighed and sighed and sighed, until she got tired of the silence of the room. She scanned around for something to do until her sister was back but found nothing. "What am I supposed to do while I'm protecting my weak self, huh?" She sarcastically asked, not expecting a reply.

Then she got her reply. Her eyes landed on her hidden bow and arrows that rested under her bed. She thought about it, for 7 solid seconds, before grabbing both of them and fastening the arrows case around her torso and walking towards her room's window, her usual means of escape in times of need. She unlocked it and opened it, the cracking noises making her anxious of somebody realising what she was doing. When the gap was big enough, she climbed out of it and jumped on the snow, safely landing on the ground. Her beautiful hair was now filled with snow just like the rest of her.

She tightened the grip on her bow as she tried her best to stay hidden from Cullen and his closest soldiers who would betray her to him with no second thought. For her protection, she mocked in her head, her green orbs rolling from left to right.

"Is everyone ready? We leave for the forward camp immediatly to aid Lady Cassandra and Lady Leliana. Hurry soldiers!" Cullen's voice was even more uneasy now and Clemencia could almost hear his fast heartbeats. 'Bingo' she thought. He would take her right where she needed to go. With quick yet quiet movement she followed Cullen's troops like a shadow in the forest, not getting herself caught. And she was before the forward camp in a matter of minutes. Hiding her face with her dark green hooded cloak, she wasn't even questioned of her identity as she passed through the gates.

'Imagine how bad the situation is...' she thought as she examined the camp. Wounded everywhere, crying women and men preparing for battle. And then her eyes fell on her sister. Her gloved hand tightly gripping the arm of a young boy as she spoke to Leliana and High Chancellor Roderick. But who was the boy she did not know and that made her curious. He looked frightened, his orbs gazed from place to place in anxiety as his breaths were completely unsteady.

Who was he?