Welcome to my story guys. My name is Amanda and I would just like to point out that this is my first fanfiction. I hope you guys and gals enjoy and feel free to give me any advice or feedback. Also I am willing to shed a little background to this story. Sera has always been my favorite character in Inquistion and I absolutely love her romance. I decided I would write a story on what I would have loved to see if I were in the dragon age world myself. Again thanks for reading. I will try and have new chapters out every week on my days off of work. Now on to the story. :)
Elora Lavellan watched the sun dance on her skin as she sat on the wooden but shaky old bench in Skyhold's magnificent garden. The smell of different varieties of flora from all over Thedas wafted through the air and hit her nose. Being here in the garden reminded her of home, Clan Lavellan, which she missed most days when feeling lonely. Some would disagree to that notion. Elora was the Inquisitor after all she had a great many friends. Leliana being her best friend. Lavellan laughed at the thought, a spymaster was all work no play but Leliana always found time for the elf and they would just talk and discuss matters that should never leave the women's lips in a crisis like this.
Elora cocked her head to the right and glanced over towards the spymaster's quarters. I wonder if she would welcome a visit from me right now. Is she too busy, is she busy telling her scouts on how to perform assassinations? As soon as the thought entered her mind Elora heard a small but yet authority driven voice. "Inquisitor it's so nice to see you out here. I was hoping I would run into you." Lavellans ears perked up and an innocent smile spread across the elf's face. "Leliana! I was just thinking about whether to come visit you or not before we have to begin our big meeting in the war room today."
A look of worry spread across the spymasters face. Lavellan puzzled by this sudden change in mood asked, "What's wrong Leliana? Aren't you glad to see me? Oh, wait don't tell me there is something on my face isn't there." Leliana chuckled from the silly remark. "No, it's just when you're in the garden I know it's because you're missing home or you're just lonely. Which is it this time Inquisitor?" Elora balled up her fists in frustration trying to swallow her pride. Inquisitor. It's just a title, not my name. Im still a person just like everyone else. Im not some high and mighty god. This mark on my hand doesn't make me any less of what I am now. Somedays I wish I could just take all this responsibility away. I have a name!
Elora Lavellan!
In a pleading voice Elora objected to the spymaster's greetings, "Please Leliana call me Elora or Lavellan. Whichever you like but please spare me from that title unless we are conducting business." Leliana nodded to the suggestion and she motioned her hand forward towards the keep. "Come my friend, I sense we have a lot to talk about. Let's head to your chambers if it's alright with you so we can talk in private away from prying eyes." Lavellan agreed and walked causally next to her friend. They walked in silence until they reached the main hall in which Varrics gruff voice startled Elora. "Inquisitor! Let me know when you're up for another game of Wicked Grace." Elora smiled and waved towards the dwarf. "I will let you know soon, Varric." The two friends passed Varric and headed towards the left of the throne where the old and creaky door stood to the Inquisitor's chambers.
As Elora and the spymaster walked up the steps to Eloras chambers she couldn't help but think to herself. How will Leliana react when I tell her what's truly eating at my heart. Will she listen and understand or just give me another boring lecture on how everything happens for a damn reason. When they reached the top of the stairs Leliana looked to the right and stared back at Elora. Her long red hair with Lavellans signature style, shaved on one side with a short braid hanging behind her pointed ear, blew in the wind due to open windows. "My friend sit, let's talk." Leliana sat on the couch next to the railing waiting for Elora to do the same. Elora took small strides to the couch and sat down cautiously as if not wanting to disturb the spymasters relaxed disposition. Elora let out a long sigh and stared at the intricate carpet that lay at her feet. "Leliana you have been my best friend since we got to know each other at Haven. I like helping people as Inquisitor and all, but I wish these certain memories would just leave me."
Leliana turned to her friend and stared into the bright blue pools trying to read her thoughts. "Is it the memories I'm thinking of Elora?" As soon as the words escaped Lelianas lips Eloras hands turned into fists and her eyes shut tightly, her face morphing into pain. Lavellans head hung low, lips parted trying to make words but instead a tear rolled down her check tracing her down her blue vallaslin. Leliana placed a caring hand onto her friends shoulder knowing this time she can't act like a spymaster. This woman has helped Leliana in more ways than one. Now it's her turn.
"I know it hurts. I wish for nothing more than to take it all away but what I can do is help you through these painful times." Elora shot up from the couch and turned to face Leliana, tears streaming down her pale face. "How?! Tell me Leliana! No one can fix my mistake! Im a bloody rouge, damn it just like you. Im supposed to move fast as lighting! I know I can't change the past but there is a hole in my beating heart that will never heal!" Practically yelling at the spymaster, more tears became apparent on the rouges face. Lip quivering, more harrowing thoughts departed from Elora. "I want it to leave my head! Leliana…." Silence washed over the room for a quick moment. Why am I telling her this? She will never understand. Leliana wasn't there. She didn't see the horror I saw with my own eyes or felt within my heart in that brief moment. A breeze drifted in from the window encircling Elora. It was enough to calm the heated elf. Cole! "Do you want me to fix it Inquisitor? I can help you forget." Elora quickly glanced over at Leliana. "Don't worry she can't see me right now." No. Cole I will talk to you tonight about it. I need this pain for a reason. Cole looked confused, "Pain. For a reason? Well, I guess its okay. She will help." Cole pointed towards the hooded spymaster. "She may have a hard shell but inside she is soft, just like the kittens fur she held when she was a little girl. Tickling her nose until she sneezed. I'll name him Raven." Cole? He's gone but his presence calmed me. Tears still forming in her eyes Lavellan dropped to her knees. "I don't want to be afraid anymore of my own feelings." Leliana rushed over to the elven woman kneeling beside her, doing whatever it would take to calm her.
"Look at me." Elora slowly turned her head towards the gentle voice. The spymaster took out a handkerchief and handed it to the crying woman. "You may be afraid but you can cast it out of your mind but that is up to you. Maybe one day someone can help patch that hole. You have friends here that care deeply for you. They put their own life on the line to protect you so you can go out and save the world as the Inquisitor." Elora shook her head in doubt, "What if im not there when they need me most as well?" Leliana laughed, "There you go again. Always doubting your abilities." The spymaster helped her friend up off the ground and proceeded to give her a reassuring hug. She whispered into the elf's ear with such a kindness it took Elora off guard. "I have faith in you. I always will my friend."
"Now I must meet Josephine and Cullen in the war room. Clean yourself up Elora. You wouldn't want to be looking like a wet mongrel in front of your advisors now, would we? See you in 10 minutes, Inquisitor" A coy smile swept across the spymasters face before leaving Eloras chambers.
Feeling somewhat relieved Elora proceeded to change into something that didn't have wet stains from tears all over it. Elora couldn't stop thinking about ten little words. They stuck like glue in her brain but yet they felt comforting. So comforting in fact that she couldn't help but repeat them.
"I have faith in you. I always will my friend"