"Whose ready for an adventure?" Bull screamed, walking out of the main hall of Skyhold. Dorian, Varric and Sera trailed behind him, dragging their feet and cringing at the sound of Bull's booming voice.

"How are you so awake so early?" Sera growled, covering her ears.

"Training, my dear Sera," He turned his head towards Dorian, a smirk on his face, "Training."

"Oh, no," Dorian held up his hand, "Don't even bring me into this. Your training consists of-"

"I don't want to hear this!" Varric covered his ears, "You two and your...sex and unneeded flirting and random boners."

"How'd you know I had one?" Iron Bull looked down at himself.

"I live down here, Tiny," Varric grumbled, pushing past everyone and headed for the tavern, "Be more considerate."

"I wish we could join you," Arya stood with Soora in the tavern, a regretful look on her face, "But, sadly, being a king and queen that still hadn't produced an heir makes it hard to do anything life-threatening. I'm still getting backlash for leaving Alistair unattended while I went away on Grey Warden business."

Soora smiled, "I understand. Just take care and tell Alistair good bye for me, I'm sorry I won't be able to see you off."

Arya waved her hand, a smile on her face, "No worries. There will be more balls and banquets in the future...sadly." The two laughed before shaking hands.

"Good luck, Inquisitor." Arya left the tavern as Varric and the others entered.

"Where is everyone?" Varric looked around the empty tavern.

"Late," Soora pulled her hair over her shoulder and started braiding it, "Including Flemeth."

"She's weird...I don't like her..." Sera mumbled, setting her pack down on a table and sitting indian-style on the table next to it.

"Please be nice, Sera," Soora walked over to her and sat next to her on the table. Everyone else getting settled in while they waited for their friends, "She saved me, she saved us all-"

"No," Sera crossed her arms and glared at the floor, "You did, Quizzy."

"Sera..." Soora sighed.

"But...I'll be nice, fer now at least," Sera sighed and slumped her shoulders, "And that Flemeth isn't who saved you. That demon inside her is."

Soora nodded and placed a hand on Sera's shoulder, "Thank you." Solas soon came walking in, holding a box marked for Soora.

"Flemeth told me to give this to you," Solas mumbled, handing the box to her, "She just arrived and is speaking to Morrigan about some last minute things."

"Wonderful," Soora sighed, taking the box, "What's in the box?"

"New robes." Solas informed her, an annoyed look on his face.

"New robes?" Soora mumbled, looking down at her tattered and patched up Grey Warden Battlemage Armor, "Have these suddenly become incapable for protecting me?"

"I-"

"Ooohh!" Sera snatched the box out of Soora's hands and opened it, "Oh, wow! These look amazing! Can I have 'em?"

"No." Solas snatched the box away from Sera, "Soora-"

"Yeah, yeah," Soora sighed, sliding off the table, "I'll go put them on." Soora took the box from Solas and looked down at folded robes.

These look familiar…

"I'm gonna change in your room, Sera." Soora headed to the stairs.

"Okay." Sera fell back onto the table and placed her hands behind her head.


Link to Soora's new mage robes on my profile


Flemeth waited in the Garden's with Morrigan and Kieran. Soora was waking up the last of her companions who were coming with them. Flemeth informed her that three of her friends had to stay at Skyhold, she made the tough choice of leaving Blackwall, Cole and Vivienne – who would be arriving back from Val Royeaux within the next few days. Cullen and Leliana were staying behind as well to keep watch over Skyhold, there was still a minor Red Templar threat but she knew they could handle it. Soora appeared with her companions in the garden, everyone had a bag packed and their weapons ready.

"We are headed to the Korcari Wilds – I have a hidden camp near the Sunless Lands that we will stay at while we assess Andruil and what threats we are dealing with..." Flemeth had her hands behind her back as she spoke to them. Morrigan and Kieran a little ways behind her and to her left near the canopy. Morrigan had her hands placed on Kieran's shoulders as she stood behind him. She looked down at him, sadness in her eyes, as she knew she would have to leave him behind. She already spoke to Alistair and Arya, asking them to watch over him while she was gone, to take him to Denerim with them. They knew everything about Kieran now and they understood why she had to leave. She closed her eyes, keeping her tears from falling. She had such amazing friends.

"Mother?" Kieran was looking up at her, he could tell something was wrong. Morrigan sadly smiled and kneeled down in front of Kieran, turning him around as Flemeth continued talking to Soora and her companions.

"Listen to me, little man," Morrigan placed a hand on Kieran's cheek, "I do not know how long I will be gone and I do not want you to worry."

"Mother," Kieran tilted his head to the side, "Everything is going to be fine." Morrigan laughed, lightly, and pulled out two rings from her pack.

"With this ring, I will know where you are at all times," Morrigan pulled off Kieran's right glove and placed the ring on his ring finger, she held up the other ring as Kieran put his glove back on, "And with this one, you will know where I am." Morrigan placed the ring on her finger.

"You know the spell," Morrigan kissed Kieran on his forehead, "And I trust you."

"All right!" Soora stretched her arms above her head, once Flemeth was finished talking, and let her hands rest on her hips, "Let's go kill some Gods!"

Flemeth raised an eyebrow at Soora while Solas hid his smile, nudging Soora, "Vhenan-"

"Hey," Soora placed her index finger on Solas' lips, "Andruil made a pass at you, while I was in the room – I can very well kill her if I please."

Soora's companions chuckled at the mortified look on Solas' face, "Really? You had to bring that up..."

"Da'len," Flemeth spoke, catching Soora's attention, "Remember what she wrote."

Soora turned her head to Flemeth, her lips thinned and her eyes darkened, "I know." Soora walked past Flemeth and towards the room with the Eluvian. Solas watched how Soora's demeanor quickly changed, he's decided to take notes of when this happens and what topic's make this happen. All walked after Soora, cramming into the room one by one as she stood in front of the Eluvian. She raised her arms up, purple magic swirling around her arms as she activated the Eluvian. The blue that once covered the mirror when Morrigan opened the Eluvian before was changed to a mix of purples.

Soora stepped aside and looked towards Flemeth, "Lead the way."


"You've been here?" Morrigan stared at the small hut in the Korcari Wilds she used to live in with Flemeth, "All along?" Flemeth stood next to her, her arms crossed and a knowing smile on her face, "I have been many places, Morrigan. This one...not in years."

Soora and her companions stood in the small rise in front of Flemeth's hut. They were staying here for a couple hours, Flemeth needing to find some maps she had hidden around the wilds. They came from an Eluvian stashed away in an underground bunker in Ostagar Flemeth had created decades ago. Most of her companions were eating, setting up a small fire and roasting whatever they killed on their way from Ostagar. Cassandra was helping Sera sharpen her weapons. Solas sat with Bull, Dorian and Varric, eating. And Soora stood on the edge of the rise, looking over the swamp. Her arms were crossed, her eyes glaring at nothing and her hands twitching to punch something. Soora stepped forward and slid down the rise, landing in some water.

"I'll be back later." Soora called out, not caring if anyone heard her or not. Soora jogged away, finding some old ruins a couple miles into the swamp and taking her anger out on the hollow trees.

"Remember what she wrote," Soora took her staff out and swung it in the air, mimicking Flemeth's voice, "I know what she wrote. Doesn't mean I have to agree...or listen."

Soora twirled the staff around her, throwing it in the air and catching it again. The one thing she hated about the Red Lyrium staff if that it wasn't balanced. She didn't have time to carve the dragon's horn to fit better, plus the stupid vines decided to twirl around the horn – making it impossible to re-carve it. Soora yelled as she shot her staff out, sending a hail of ice shards toward a tree. The tree's bark tore off into shreds, earning a satisfied smirked from Soora. Soora clipped the staff onto her back and walked around the ruins.

As she walked around the ruins she wondered what memories held this place. She placed her hand on a pillar with elven writing on it, tracing her fingers on the carvings. She couldn't make out any of it, she still wasn't great at understanding elven writing. She knew enough to write sentences and get her message across. Soora sighed, her hand slipping from the pillar. So much of her culture was lost. She wanted to know everything. Why was Arlathan so much like Tevinter? Why did Fen'Harel lock the gods away? Why didn't he lock Andruil away as well? Soora unclipped the staff off her back and leaned her back against the pillar, slowly slid down onto the ground. She set her staff down on her lap as she looked at the pillar that stood a foot away from her. She leaned forwarded and furrowed her brows as she tried to speak.

"Du...Da...ri...rail...ugh!" Soora glared at the pillar, "Come on! This is my culture! I should be able to-"

"Dorai," Solas was sitting on top of the pillar. His staff laying across his lap as he looked down at Soora. Soora leaned back onto the pillar and crossed her arms, not looking up at Solas, "What does it mean?"

"Duty to a loved one."

"What is on this pillar?" Soora asked, furrowing her brows.

"A prediction."

"Of what?"

"The near future."

"What is it predicting?"

"The end."

"Of what?" Soora was losing her patients.

"The end."

"I'm not okay with these eerie answers, Solas." Soora stood up, grabbing onto her staff and glared up at Solas. Soora froze, seeing her lovers former self. Fen'Harel sat on the pillar, a smirk on his face and his eyes the shining wolf eyes she hasn't seen in days.

"Fen...Harel?" Soora breathed out, shocked.

"Solas?" The man chuckled, his voice changing into a deeper, more menacing tone, "That's what he's calling himself now. He was always so full of pride."

"Who are you?" Soora's weapon flared with Red Lyrium in her hand. The mans form changed as he jumped down from the pillar and presented himself, "The names Falon'Din, I-"

"Are Andruil's brother." Soora glared at him. He wore robes that she remembered seeing some nobles wear in Arlathan. His hair was long, straight and platinum, not a hair out of place. His skin a pale tan, his eyes morphing back to human eyes, yellow and gold mixed together.

"I am, yes." He crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder onto the pillar. He looked her up and down, tsking and sucking on his teeth.

"What?" Soora hissed.

"I can't believe Andruil is worried about," He motioned to her, "This."

"Worried?" Soora furrowed her brows, "With me? Why?

Falon'Din tilted his head and walked around her in circles, "You don't seem menacing to me, or even remotely terrifying. I've seen broken arrows pose more of a threat than yourself." Falon'Din stopped in front of Soora, staring into her eyes intently.

"Ah," He smirked and leaned back onto the pillar, "You aren't menacing in the way I thought she meant. You're the one that stole Fen'Harel from her."

"Excuse me?" Soora shook her head, "Stole?"

"Yes," He snarled, "The slave he was protecting that morning. Hidden in the back room."

"She saw me." Soora looked down at the ground, "Shit."

"No, she didn't see you – not that time." He sighed and looked down at his finger nails, "You know how many more slave hunts she had trying to find you? It drove her crazy that no one knew who you were. Mythal even kept you a secret. I wonder why."

"Why are you here?" Soora stepped away from him, moving around the ruins.

"A message, Inquisitor." He continued to pick at his nails, "Give me Solas and this woman who inhabit's Mythal's essence. In return, you and your pathetically idiotic friends will live."

"And if I don't?" Soora powered up her staff, glaring at Falon'Din.

"Then get ready for battle, Inquisitor." He bowed his head and started walking down the ruins, "Oh!" He stopped and turned to Soora.

"And before I forget – I would take a close look at these friends you keep. You told Fen'Harel not to push people away and that not everyone is evil. Sad to say that everyone really is evil, Inquisitor."

"W-Wait!" Soora moved forward, her hand held out, "How do you know my title?"

Falon'Din turned away, "Start pushing people away, Inquisitor. If you don't, we'll know more than just your title...Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen," Falon'Din quickly disappeared into thin air. Soora furrowed her brows and shook her head before staring back at the spot Falon'Din once stood.

Did he just...disappear?

Something in the back of Soora's mind yelled at her to run back to the hut, moving her body for her as she still processed what the hell happened. Half way back to the hut she ran into Solas, falling on top of him. Soora quickly scurried off of him, her staff falling from her hands as she pushed herself away.

"Soora," Solas breathed and sat up, "Wh-...What's wrong?" Solas crawled over to Soora, who eye'd him cautiously.

"How do I know you're Solas?" Soora's voice shook.

"I don't understand." Solas shook his head, "What are you talking about?"

"I-…" Soora froze as she looked past Solas. Falon'Din sat up on a branch, a finger held over his lips, telling her to be lips thinned as she saw Falon'Din smirk before disappearing.

"We need to get out of here."


"What exactly did he say to you?"

Soora had taken Solas into Flemeth's hut while everyone packed their things.

"He wanted you and Flemeth," Soora sat on the bed, pulling her knees up under her chin, "He told me, or at least implied, that someone in our group is spying on us but from my understanding it's someone we're traveling with...someone I trust."

"You don't think it's me," Solas looked down at his hands, "Do you?"

"No," Soora shook her head, "I don't. Andruil hates us both – she knows who I am. She saw me in the past, Solas. I don't know how or when but she knows it was me that was there that morning. The slave you were protecting."

"You aren't a slave," He said, sternly, glaring at her.

"I know that." Soora sighed and ran her hands through her hair, "Who could it be? It definitely isn't Flemeth...right?"

"No," Solas shook his head, standing up, "It couldn't be.

"What of Morrigan?" He asked.

Soora shook her head, "I dunno...maybe but I doubt it. She hasn't been with us as long as the others, plus wouldn't Flemeth know – or at least Mythal?"

"You think it could be someone that was with us from the beginning?" Solas turned to look at her, his hand falling from his chin.

"Someone I can trust," Soora leaned against the bed board, "Someone I do trust."

"We have to keep a close eye on everyone." Solas headed towards the door.

"Solas," Soora sat up, "Wait."

"They are waiting-"

"He said something else before he left," Soora mouthed the words, "Something in elven. Mall...Mallan paule e...n'alauqle en...sen?"

"Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen."

"Yes," Soora nodded, "That was it."

Solas mumbled, putting his chin in his fingers as he thought, "Circle around behind them..."

"He said that right before he disappeared into thin air," Soora hissed, "Oh, yeah, by the way. He can disappear into thin-fucking-air."

"We need to warn Mythal. They are following us."

"They?" Soora shoot up off the bed and grabbed Solas' arm, "What do you mean...they?"

"If Falon'Din is here, so are his siblings." Solas looked down. Soora walked in front of Solas and moved his head to look at her.

"We are going to talk, me and you, about what exactly happened in Arlathan that set this shit into motion." Soora placed a hand on Solas' cheek.

"Soora...I," Solas sighed and placed his hand on top of hers.

Soora looked at him with pleading eyes, "I'm involved in this now, Solas. I deserve to know."

Solas sighed but nodded, "You are correct. Tonight, when we make camp, I will tell you everything."


Nightfall came quickly as they headed towards Mythal's secluded camp. Solas had informed Mythal about Falon'Din's sudden appearance and explained what he told Soora. She told Solas not to speak of this to anyone else and to keep an eye on anything he deemed suspicious. Soora rubbed her temples as Sera and Varric bickered behind her. She didn't even know what they were bickering about, their voices just sounded liking buzzing in her ears. The Well was being extremely inconsiderate to how she was already feeling at this point. The words of the priests shuffling through her mind as the two rogues continued to bicker in the background. Soora huffed and walked quicker, catching up with Dorian and Bull.

"Hey, boss," Bull mumbled through his half eaten apple. Soora groaned and walked faster, getting away from her team entirely.

"Was' her problem?" Bull spoke, taking another bite of his apple. She stalked towards Flemeth, her arms hung limply as her side as she caught up with the Witch.

"Inquisitor," She nodded her head slightly.

"Flemeth," Soora mumbled, "How much longer until we get to camp?" They had been trekking through the Korcari Wilds for a solid four hours by now. Soora wasn't tired but she wanted to set up her tent and shut everyone out while she tried to control the wells voices that raced through her mind.

"A few more minutes," She informed her, "Are you alright, da'len?"

"Just peachy," Soora mumbled, glaring at the ground. Every step she took towards the Sunless Lands, the more the Well yelled it's warnings to her. Before it was light, making sure she heard them, telling her to turn back and heed Falon'Din's warning. Now it was the priests screaming at her, completely inaudible to her as she clutched her head and cursed at the Mythal for creating the well in the first place. Soora did not take much notice of the camp when they arrived, walking away from her team to curl up on the ground, in a secluded area under a tree. Solas was soon at her side, pulling her pack off her and setting up her tent for her.

"Vhenan," Solas kneeled next to her, "Come." She didn't want to move, she barely wanted to live at this point.

"Soora-" Soora groaned, hissing at Solas to shut up as she clutched onto her head. Solas frowned and picked her up bridal style, Soora mumbling an apology and thank you as Solas laid her in her tent. Solas sat behind her, resting her head on his lap.

"I can help the migraine," He said softly.

"Please," Soora whimpered, shutting her eyes tight. Solas brought his hand up to his mouth, breathing out onto his fingers. Chilling magic consumed his hands as he massaged Soora's temples. Soora's face slowly relaxed, her eyes soon opening to look up as Solas as he continued.

"Feeling any better?" He whispered, smiling down at her.

"A little," Soora blushed, clutching onto her necklace. Solas chuckled, leaning down and kissing her nose.

"You need to smile more," Soora told him once he leaned back up.

"I do not smile enough?" Solas raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"No," Soora stretched her hand above her, placing her palm on Solas' cheeks, "You have such a beautiful smile, my love."

Solas' hands left the side of Soora's temples, him moving around her and laying next to her on his side, "You wished to know the truth about Arlathan." Soora turned over, leaning her head on her arm and humming in confirmation.

"Than, my heart," Solas placed a hand on Soora's cheek, "Let me start from the beginning."