Before I begin I want to let you know I will be using a lot of in game dialouge as you will see in this chapter. I will have my own content, this wont be a carbon copy of the DA:I game, but for most major cutscenes it will be similar.


Pain. Pain was all that Azalea could register when she first woke up. Next, was the heavy iron bar that shackled her to the floor. Her legs hurt from being forced to kneel on the floor. How they managed to keep her up right was a mystery in its self. She was in a dark and very wet cellblock. Five guards stood around her, they hadn't noticed she was awake yet it seemed. Two on either side of her, the fifth stood by the heavy wooden door in front of her. A whine brought her attention to an animal in a cage to her right.

"Dogmeat!" She gasped. The chains clanked loudly in the stone room, try as she might, however, she couldn't muster the strength to fight the restraints. Nor could she find it in her to care about the guards who just drew their swords. "I swear, if he's hurt.." She trailed off.

The guard by the door scoffed and stepped forward. "And you'll do what? You are chained and obviously hurt. Besides, that mutt is lucky to be alive. Damned thing bit my hand!" He held up the offending appendage as if to prove his point, but the glove covered any damaged he might have had.

"Not hard enough?" Azalea spat. "Now where the hell are we?" She demanded, though her attention was focused inward. 'Dull pain in left ankle, I can move it so it's probably sprained. Clear thought and vision, which means no concussion then. Pulsing pain in my left hand…' A loud bang brought her back to reality. The bitten guard seemed to have left, leaving her with the four other. They all stood tensely around, shuffling from foot to foot. Rolling her eyes, Azalea turned her attention to her hands. There's no way that she would be able to unlock the bar. Even if she could, she couldn't do it discreetly. The guards would be on her like raiders on a caravan. She would have to wait for an opening. Glaring down at the bar, she took notice of how it rested high up on her arm. They didn't take her Pipboy. Maybe they didn't know how to operate it? That wouldn't be too farfetched, the average person has only ever heard of them.

A flash of green caught her attention and the pain I her hand flared up, searing deeply into her flesh. It felt like touching and exposed wire on a reactor. She wouldn't be surprised if she looked down and her flesh was melting away. Vacantly she wondered if the Ghoulification process felt anything like this.

Glancing down at her hand, Azalea found an odd mark on her palm. It almost seemed to spark with an inner power. Oh how that was a comforting thought. All she needed a now was to become some weird, living generator. 'Is this why I'm here?' Of all the things she's done, her destiny was to be trapped underground and experimented on.

Another loud bang echoed through the room and two women marched in. The first was a very intimidating brunette. She had short hair that was crowned by a single braid. Tight, but well fitting leather armor hugged every curve, though those curves were hidden by a rather impressive metal chest piece.

Behind her was a slightly shorter red head. This woman wore a long purple shirt, it was split at her hips so the front and back hung freely. 'Most likely to allow for better movement should she need it.' Atop her head hung a slightly darker purple hood; Azalea had to guess that it was used not only to protect from the sun, but to hide her face should she need.

The four guards instantly drew back and sheathed their swords. Azalea had seen this behavior before. Back at the Brotherhood's base, the 'soldiers' would stand like this whenever their superiors where around. 'These women must know what's what then.' Azalea thought.

The first woman leaned over Azalea, and from this angle she could she an impressive scar on her jaw. She opened her mouth to speak but Azalea cut her off. "You two seem competent. Where the hell am I? Is the Brotherhood here? What happened? Did something go wrong?" The questions fell quickly from her mouth before she could stop herself. "Did anyone die?"

"So it was you!" The armored woman accused, lunging forward. "Why did you do it? The entire Conclave is destroyed!" By now she had grabbed Azalea by the shoulder. Her grip was hard and heavy, and Azalea could feel her nails through her Recon Suit. Azalea growled out and tried to jerk away, but the woman just yanked back harder. The momentum from the pull toppled her over and stars flashed before her eyes as her head hit the stone floor.

"We need her Cassandra!" The other woman pulled 'Cassandra' off of her and dragged her across the room. "Allow me to try." Turning back to Azalea, she leveled her with a hard glare. "Do you remember what happened? Who is this 'Brotherhood' that you mentioned?"

Azalea snorted and glared back. "As if you don't know. The Brotherhood of Steel is everywhere!" Pain flared in Azalea's hand again, causing her to grunt. "I was at the Purifier, and then I wasn't. I was in some weird green place, there were radspirders chasing us…then I-I saw a woman."

"A woman?" The red head asked. "What about this mark on your hand? Do you know what it is?" Azalea sighed but didn't say anything. Better to have them think she knows something than nothing. Cassandra glared at her again and looked to be about to protest, but a look from the red head had her change her mind.

"Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her the rift." Leliana nodded and walked quickly out the door. Cassandra knelt in front of Azalea and pulled keys and rope from her belt. Azalea had half a mind to uppercut the woman when the bar was removed. But instead let her tie her hands together. 'Wait, just because I'm out of chains doesn't mean I'm out of danger.'

"What is the 'rift'." She asked as Cassandra helped her stand. "And if we're going anywhere I want to take my dog with me."

Cassandra snorted and rolled her eyes. "You are in no position to be making demands. Your dog can wait here." Leading her through the door she paused by a gated doorway. "As for the rift, it will be easier to show you." Azalea wasn't pleased with the response but decided to remain silent. At least she was getting out, and Dogmeat can protect himself. If someone tried to hurt him he wouldn't go down without a fight.

She was led up a flight of stairs, though the process was slow thanks to her ankle. When they finally reached the main floor, Azalea was greeted with a large entrance hall. It was artfully built, but also practical. It was also lacking the distinct lack of destruction that all buildings in the waste had. Sure there were buildings that where better off than others, but they all had some form of decay to them. This building looked too pristine. Cassandra led her through the hall and to a large set of ornate doors. As they passed through Azalea took note of the lack of electricity. No lamps, no machines, not even set of mining lights. Instead the walls where lined with old, well used torches. She had figured that they used torches in the basement to conserve power, but now. She wasn't too sure. Natural light poured in through a set of windows above the door.

The doors where much larger up close and Azalea figured that it would take a couple of people to open each. That was unneeded though, as there was a smaller door cut into one of them. The guard by the door opened it with a nod from Cassandra, and the two walked through.

She couldn't believe it. There where…trees! Actual trees! Not the black and charred twigs that you see everywhere, but actual green and living trees! She had always thought that Three Dawg was only joking when he said that some still existed. And the snow! In the few places that it wasn't too hot to snow, it was irradiated. Nobody in their right mind would go outside in the harsh winter.

A blinding light caught Azalea's attention and she turned her eyes towards the sky. A large glowing cloud hung in the sky, lightning danced around and through the sky. In the very center was a large beam of light that shout up into it from the ground on the other side of a mountain. Boulders where held suspended in the beam and meteors fell out the cloud. 'A mushroom cloud? No it's not…what is that?'

"We call it The Breach." Cassandra commented, as if she could some how sense her question. "It's a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour." She continued, turning back towards Azalea. "It's not the only such rift. Just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the Conclave." At the word explosion she sent Azalea a harsh glare and stalked forward. Distinctly, she recalled mentioning something about an explosion back in the cell block. 'Ah, that's why she is accusing me.'

"If the bomb is strong enough—wait did you say demons? Really?" Azalea sputtered and looked at Cassandra incredulously. 'Maybe she means ghouls?' she thought. 'Or maybe you really are dead and this is hell.' A voice in the back of her head offered.

"Unless we act, The Breach may grow until it swallows the world." Azalea would have snorted, had it not been for a large surge in 'The Breach'. Pain exploded through her palm and she couldn't help but cry out and fall to her knees. The pain didn't die off quickly, instead slowly growing weaker with each pulse. "Each time The Breach expands, your Mark spreads…and it is killing you. It may be the key to stopping this, but there isn't much time." Cassandra crouched in front of her, and almost pleading look in her eyes.

"Key? What do you mean?" Azalea pressed through clenched teeth. She didn't like where this was going. She already went on her 'world saving quest', it was someone else's turn.

"Closing the breach. Whether that's possible is something that we shall discover shortly. It is our only chance however, and yours." Azalea huffed. The first straight answer out of anyone here and it was one that condemns her. Sighing Azalea looked up at Cassandra, and made the make of looking her in the eyes. Her shoulders slumped and she opened her mouth to tell her to shove it, but that pleading look. These people where in pain. And she'd be damned if her father raised her to deny help if she could.

"Alright." Azalea muttered. "But I had no hand in this." Hope filled Cassandra's frace and though she didn't relax, she was no longer rigid.

"Then..." The question hung in the air and Azalea only nodded her conformation. She really needed to lose this helpful streak. It got her into more trouble than it was worth. Cassandra stood suddenly, pulling Azalea up with her by the back of her suit. With a nod, Cassandra began leading her through the small village, the people leering at her as she passed. "They have decided your guilt. They need it." Cassandra informed her. "The people of Haven mourn our most Holy, Divine Justinia, head of the Conclave. The Conclave was hers." Azalea nodded at the slightly shorter woman. The words 'Holy', 'Divine', and 'Haven' settled in her mind. Haven was obviously the villages name, but 'Holy' and 'Divine' she couldn't help the heavy feeling that settled in her gut. 'Please don't let this be some weird cult.' She prayed, mostly to herself as they approached a bridge. "It was a chance for peace between Mages and Templars. She brought their leaders together. Now, they are dead." Great, there's a war between clans and she's at the center. "We lash out the sky. But we must think beyond ourselves. As she did. Until The Breach is sealed" Cassandra paused, and pulled a dagger from her belt. "There will be a trail, I can promise no more." With that she cut Azalea's bindings and turned away. "Come, it is not far."

Azalea rubbed her wrists. They were red from the rough rope and heavy metal bar that wasn't placed properly. "So, I take it we're going to this 'Breach' then?" Azalea chewed her lip and glanced back at the sky. She was so tired. Why did this have to happen to her? She was only eighteen for crying out loud! In all honesty, she felt like crying. It wasn't fair.

Cassandra shook her head, "No, we must test it on something smaller first." The threat hung in the air. If she couldn't close a smaller rift, then that was her death sentence. There was no doubt in her mind that life in prison was off the table. Well she had figured she would die today anyway. What's a few more hours. As the two walked across the bridge, they passed a small congregation of people. A man was talking, no chanting. He was reciting a prayer, and with all the bodies that laid on the path it was no wonder. 'They're so frightened. They have no hope.' A guard caught her eye and spat in her direction. 'They're also angry it seems.'

"Open the gates! We are heading into the Valley." At her command the two guards at the door opened their path and they walk quickly through. Normally Azalea would have jogged, but her ankle was hurting worse now that she was putting weight on it. Cassandra seemed to notice her slight limp, because she stopped up the path and waited by a tipped wagon. "Here, drink half of this. It will not do to have you slow us down." She said as she tossed Azalea a vial with red liquid inside. 'Must be a pain remedy.' She took a deep drink of the concoction and had to fight from gagging. She had had her share of foul medicine before; at least this had a sickly sweet after taste. And it was effective. The pain quickly disappeared and she even felt as if it was healed, if the sudden mobility in the appendage was anything to go by. Azalea nodded her thanks and motioned if it was okay to keep. She wanted to study it, or at least use it again later. She nodded and she deftly attached it to her belt as she jogged up to Cassandra.

The two continued to jog up the path, and a group of guards rushed past in the opposite direction. Azalea swore she heard one of them shouting about the 'end of the world'. Snorting she shook her head. 'As if that hasn't already happened.' Despite this thought though, something told that they were onto something. She still had not gotten over the sight of trees yet. If anything it had gotten worse, as she and Cassandra made their way up the inclining path, they passed more and more living plant life. It was unsettling to say the least.

The Breach flared again, and Azalea couldn't help but cry out. She stumbled and fell to her knees as tears blurred her vision; she felt as if she was going to pass out at any minute. Cassandra knelt in front of her and offered a hand up. "The pulses are coming faster now." She said as she patted Azalea on the shoulder. "The larger the Breach grows, the more rifts appear, the more demons we face."

"Okay, I have to stop you there. What do you mean by demons?" Azalea interrupted. The woman next to her sighed and shook her head.

"It is as I say; demons are pouring into our world and causing chaos. But you will see when we get to the first rift." Cassandra turned and walked towards a large arch way of another bridge. "I must confess that this is all very surreal to myself as well. Before we only had to worry about abominations, demons trying to possess mages and apostates. Now we must deal with them in the flesh." Mages. There is that term again. Azalea wondered if maybe so drug dealers had taken to calling themselves that. It would make since, the drugs would make people think that magic was real. But that was neither here nor there. She would most likely never get the chance to ask, so why bother.

Cassandra moved in front over as they made their way across the bridge. She raised her hand as if to call out to the guards on the other side, but at that moment Azalea noticed a meteor falling right on path with the bridge. "LOOK OUT!" She cried. Diving forward, Azalea tackled Cassandra to the floor. But it did little as they were still on the bridge. She ducked her head under her arms and pulled Cassandra down under her body as the meteor crashed into the bridge in front of them. With a loud crash, the bridge collapsed and broke to pieces. Debris fell around the two and Azalea tucked further in on herself until the noise settled around them. A minute passes before Cassandra seems to gather her senses and push Azalea off of her. She pushed herself to her feet; she glares harshly at Azalea and looks as if she where about to yell at her. Her jaw snaps shut and her face contorts as if she had eaten an especially sour lemon.

"I…thank yo-" Another green meteor crashed onto the frozen lake they where on and exploded on impact. 'That's not a meteor!' Azalea gasped as a black creature roared in the center. "Stay behind me!" Cassandra commanded. Azalea was all too ready to listen as she scrambled to her feet. 'I want no part of this!' But as Cassandra charged the creature, Azalea noticed a black blob bubbling behind her. Smoke rose from the blob and it is seemed to solidify into another one of the creatures.

"Shit…" She breathed out. The creature roared and Azalea leaped back away from it. "Shit! Shit shit shit shit!" They just had to have taken her weapons. Azalea kicked herself for not focusing on hand to hand combat while she lived in The Capital Waste. Glancing around she grabbed the nearest thing to her and chucked it at the creature. An apple; she just threw an apple as a means of defense. Azalea kept the approaching beast in front of her as she glanced around her, looking for anything to shield her from the impending attack Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a paring knife sticking out of a barrel to her left. 'It's better that nothing.' She thought as she dove towards the knife. The creature charged forward with both hands raised and roared again.

Wrapping her fingers around the small hilt she rolled out of the way and watched as the creature destroyed the barrel of fruit. Azalea continued to duck, roll, and leap out of the creatures way, looking for a way to make use of her pathetic weapon. The creature turned suddenly and charged Cassandra. Her back was turned as she tried to fend of her own adversary. 'Now was her chance!' Azalea charged forward with a 'roar' of her own and leaped onto the creatures back. She brought the knife down onto the base of the creature's skull and twisted. The knife snapped and Azalea cursed her luck, but it seemed to have been enough as the creature let out a cry and dissolved into a pile of goo at her feet.

"Eeew." Azalea muttered. Another cry sounded and she glanced up to see Cassandra stalking towards her. With her sword drawn. With a heavy sigh she tossed the useless handle to the side. "What? I don't have a weapon anymore!" She growled at Cassandra. The woman paused and let out a sigh of her own.

"I suppose you do not." She said as she sheathed her sword. "And unfortunately I cannot leave you undefended in the Valley. Here." She pulled out the dagger she used to cut Azalea's bindings and handed it to her. "I should remember you agreed to come willingly." Azalea rolled her eyes and placed the dagger in her belt for easy access. Looking up she noticed Cassandra had already began to move on up a frozen waterfall. Jogging to catch up with her, Azalea bit her lip, contemplating the thoughts rushing through her mind.

"So…that was a demon…" She mumbled, not quite a question. Cassandra nodded and 'hmmed' drawing her sword again and pointed over and edge. Following her finger Azalea groaned as she spotted two more 'demons' prowling around below. Cassandra began to say something but Azalea tuned her out as she backed up and pulled the dagger from her belt. Holding her breathe she bolted forward and leaped off of the ledge. She intended to land on one, plant the blade in the demons face and then jump onto the other one. If anyone asked that's what she would tell them. As it is, she put too much power into her jump and soared over their heads. She landed with a grunt and turned to face the two demons. Before she could begin stabbing all hell out of them, however, Cassandra's long sword sliced through both of them, turning them into piles of goo. Cassandra let out a soft chuckle and turned to a very disgruntled Azalea. "That was a good distraction." Azalea only scowled and turned away form the laughing woman.

"Let's keep moving." She grunted and stalked past several corpses. The path didn't get any easier, much to both of their dismay. Demons continued to rain from the heavens and Azalea learned the hard way that wraiths where not to be ignored. Gingerly poking her cheek, Azalea hissed and cursed her luck. 'Of all the things I choose to dismiss, I choose the thing that can burn me. Why did I even do that! I know better! Rule number one of the Waste is to assume everything is hostile until proven other wise.' She growled and uncorked the 'potion', as Cassandra calls it, and takes a small swig. She still wanted to take a look at it if she had the time.

Cassandra motioned for her to follow her up a flight of stairs. "We're getting close to the rift. You can hear the fighting." Azalea bit back the question of 'who?' and jogged to keep up with Cassandra. She new she wouldn't get a straight answer. The woman seemed to have an aversion to those. Reaching a ledge Azalea found her self facing a group of people fighting demons. Three of them where guards, but the other two where obviously not affiliated with the trio. 'Mercenaries, perhaps?' Azalea's mind offered up. She quickly entered the fray as on of the guards went down. While everyone was fighting she used this chance to inspect the two non-guards. At the very center of the battle was a floating ball of crystals. 'That must be the mini rift.'

One of the men was short and robust; she figured he would reach her breasts. He had straw colored hair he had pulled back in a half pony tail, and his red embroidered shirt was left half unbuttoned to show off his chest hair. He was standing at the edge of the fighting, opting to shoot the demons with an impressive crossbow. The other man was his complete opposite. He was tall and thin, with a head so shiny it could be used as a mirror. He wore a green winter shirt with tight leggings, but the two things that jumped out at her was the stick he was fighting the demons with and his ears. The stick she could write it off as some odd adaptation of a plasma rifle, but his ears where long and pointed. From the distance she was unable to tell is they were modifications or a mutation.

Shaking her head, Azalea dug her dagger into the last demons throat and watched it die before turning to Cassandra. She was about to ask what she was supposed to be doing when the bald man grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the rift. "Quickly, before more come through!" He shouted and thrust her hand up at the rift. A warm burn flared through her whole arm and a beam of energy shot to her palm. Energy sparked off of the rift before it imploded in on its self, collapsing out of existence.

"What was that?" Azalea asked, eyeing the man.

"I did nothing, the credit is yours." The man smiled, almost smugly at her. Azalea didn't like. It screamed 'I know more than you'.

"It's not off with my head then." She joked, and smiled back. Daring the man to say other wise.

"Indeed not. I would hate to see something so fascinating be destroyed." There it is. He didn't see her, he saw the mark. It was a source of intrigue that he wanted to dissect. She glared and snorted at the thought. The man frowned but continued to speak. "Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed the mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breaches wake—and it seemed I was correct."

"Meaning it could also close the Breach." Cassandra butted in from behind her. She stalked forward and looked at the bald man. He began to speak but Azalea cut him off.

"That's great! But I doubt this little thing has the power close it completely. I will most likely die in the process." The bald man frowned and shook his head, as if the idea was impossible. "Look I don't know much about what is going on, but I am not stupid. I know that you will need a large power source to even begin to consider altering something that large. You'd need like fifty of these marks."

"Ah, don't be a pessimist." The shorter man finally spoke. He readjusted his glove and moved forward. Azalea turned toward him and tilted her head. "Varric Tehras: rouge, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong." He finished with a wink at Cassandra, who scowled at the man.

"That's a wicked crossbow you have there." Azalea said. She really did think highly of it. It was obviously of high craftsmanship.

"Ah, isn't she? Bianca and I have been through a lot together." Azalea quirked an eyebrow and the name but didn't say anything. She had heard much worse names for a weapon. As she vaguely recalled finding a sledgehammer with the name 'The Tenderizer' etched into its handle. "She will be great company in the Valley."

Cassandra shoved past Azalea and marched towards Varric. "Absolutely not. Our help is appreciated Varric, but.." Azalea glared at the woman and moved her arm in front of her.

"He can obviously help, Cassandra. Just let him." Cassandra began to protest but settled with a disgusted noise before turning away and Varric sent her a smile.

"My name is to be Solas, if there are to be introductions. I am pleased to see you still live." The bald man said, the smug grin from before was once again on his face and Azalea had the urge to punch it off. She nodded absentmindedly and turned back to Varric who had snorted.

"He means, 'I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.'" Azalea blushed at the comment and turned back to Solas. With a quick bow of her head she thanked him and began tugging on the hood of her suit.

"My name is Azalea Maddison. I would introduce my dog, but as it stands, Cassandra here would not let me bring him along." She turned to Varric and sent him a pleading look. "Hey, if I die…can you look after Dogmeat for me? He means the world to me and I don't want him to be alone." Varric let out a loud laugh and stared opened mouth at her.

"You named you dog Dogmeat? Oh, that is rich!" He laughed again and shook his head. "Yeah, I'll look after him. But you shouldn't cut yourself short, kid. You don't know how this will play out." Azalea nodded and the trio moved towards an impatient Cassandra.

"Done? The forward camp is just across the way and the main path is blocked." She said as she climbed over bit of fence. The group quickly made there way done the path to a frozen lake. On the opposing side sat a burning building and another building on the far end to her right. They began walking across the lake when a piercing scream sounded from their left. "Some one is in trouble." Cassandra stated and drew her sword. Without pause, they all darted toward the location of the scream.

A woman lay at the top of a hill surrounded by three demons. The first two where easily dispatched but the third proved a td difficult to put down. It seemed to have some sort of armor and large spines protruded from its back. Solas finished it off with a bolt of electricity, and Azalea was already kneeling over the woman checking for a pulse. She shook her head and looked down. 'Pour woman probably thought she was safe up here.' Azalea kicked snow onto the still burning fire and moved back down the slop.

"So where are you from? I don't recognize your accent." Varric asked as the made their way across the lake. Azalea bit her lip and turned to the shorter man. 'Should I? This place is so strange…I'm not even sure where I am…'

"I'm from The Wastes." She decided. "My dad raised me in a Vault." Varric sputtered and looked at her incredulously.

"The Waste? I must have heard you wrong. Nobody lives in The Wastes." Azalea couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face. 'They know about The Waste! That must mean I'm in some sort of compound or something.' Cassandra grunted began climbing another set of stairs. She was very obviously still upset at Varric's presences, Azalea mused. "So are you innocent?" Varric asked after he finally got over his shock.

"Yes, I don't know how I got here, but I know I'm innocent." She couldn't have caused this. 'But maybe I did…' the thought whispered in her mind. 'The Purifier could have exploded and created a second nuclear fallout. You don't know anything about the project, it was your parents dream and you ruined it' Azalea shook her head and growled. Varric had said something but she missed it. The group fell into a tense silence as the continued through the Valley. They ran into a few more demons but they were delt with easily and the group moved on.

Finally approached another bridge, this one unfortunately had a rift right in front of it. She growled and heard Solas yell that it needed to be sealed. 'No shit.' Ignoring the demons around her, Azalea tore open the rift like last time. The same warm burn snaked up her arm and she noted how the demons seemed to sway and slow at the rifts closing and filled it away for later. The slowed demons fell quickly with a screech and Cassandra yelled for the gates to be opened.

Azalea huffed and marched past the guards as the doors groaned open. Guards and people in white and ride huddled together in groups. Each group was talking about something different, some talked about the rifts and others talked about the low supplies. Cassandra stalked forward through the small crowd to two people further down the bridge. She wasn't sure who the man was, but she definitely remembered that the red headed woman next to him was named Leliana. As they approached Azalea could hear the tail end of an argument, and decided that Cassandra would be better suited to interrupt.

"Ah, here they come." The man remarked as Leliana stepped around a table.

"You made it. Chancellor Roderick, this is—" she began only to be interrupted. Azalea rolled her eyes at the man and tuned him out. On the table sat a map of what she assumed was the Breaches epicenter. With a flick of her wrist, she powers up her Pipboy and moves it over the map. The Pipboy buzzes for thirty seconds as it scans the paper and stores the information in its hard drive. A picture of a smiling Vault Boy flashes on the screen, signifying that it has finished. With a flick of the dial, Azalea moves the picture to the map section and lays the interactive grid over it. Finished she looked back up to the 'adults' fighting over who is in charge.

"If no one here is in charge, then where does that leave us, hmm?" Azalea wondered aloud.

"You killed everyone who was in charge!" Roderick growled out. Azalea raised and eyebrow at that but only watched as Cassandra approached the table. "Call a retreat, Seeker. Our position here is hopeless." The two began talking again albeit in a much calmer manor, and Azalea sighed heavily as she sat on a chest near the table. Azalea inhaled sharply as the Breach expanded once more. The pain was becoming bearable, but it was also getting larger. All discussion ceased, in favor of watching her.

"How do you think we should proceed?" Cassandra asked. Azalea glanced at the mark at her hand and then up to the mountain. If she choose to charge with the troops, then there was a chance she could get killed and these people would be stuck cleaning up their own mess. On the other hand, she could satisfy her need to help people by taking the mountain path, and maybe she wouldn't be executed. Sighing heavily, Azalea stood and looked at Cassandra.

"We take the mountain path."


Thank you everyone who followed my story, I hope I can make this story as entertaining as possible.

coduss: yes the first chapter was a little short. It seemed a lot longer when I was writting it by hand. This chaper it much longer, and while I can't promise all the chapters will be long, I will most certainly be trying.

Last chapter I mentioned that the Pipboy is not a storage unit. Azalea is caring her things either strapped to her body or in her travel pack. You will see the contents of her bag at a later date.