"She may be innocent, Leliana." Cassandra watched the scouts carry the unconscious form of the woman who had just sealed the great hole in the sky, albeit incompletely.

The redhead scoffed. "Because she sealed the rift?"

Cassandra shook her head and adjusted her stance. She wrung her hands thoughtfully, a habit her uncle had long tried to rid of her. "You didn't see her face when she rested eyes on the destruction here. It was….heartbreaking."

The Bard laughed mirthlessly. "That doesn't prove her innocent. Perhaps it did more damage than she meant. Who knows. The fact is she closed the breach in the sky. She is responsible for something." She said forcefully, her green eyes meeting Cassandra's dark one's with determination and anger. "She was no innocent bystander lucky enough to escape the blast that leveled a temple, Cassandra. No matter what you think. And she isn't some holy person sent in our hour of need." She was referring to the whispering already spreading around their little camp. Many where telling the tale of her coming out of the rift, about the woman behind her and now about her closing the breach and keeping the demons at bay. It was a grand tale anyway it was spun and Cassandra could see why people were considering her sent by the Maker.

"Have you lost your faith Leliana?" Her friend questioned quietly. The red head said nothing. Once she had been naïve enough to believe the maker had not abandoned their world. Once she may have even believed that the woman had been liberated by Andraste and blessed by the Maker. But not now. Not looking at all the death and destruction. Had the Maker long abandoned them, she could not say. But she could not say that her faith had not been shaken greatly since the destruction of the conclave. What God would allow his people to be consumed by all this madness.

"We should return to the chantry, Cullen should be able to pull his men back now that the demons are not a problem. We should evaluate our current situation."

Cassandra followed the redhead quietly back. Whatever grief Leliana was working through was her own, she did not know how to help her, or if she could help her. A thought crossed the Seekers mind. Perhaps an old friend could speak to her, get through to her where she could not. But in the midst of all the chaos she had no way to contact the Hero of Ferelden, and without Leliana's aid in the matter she wouldn't even know where to start.

Flight woke in a bed this time. Her head ached and her wounds stung, especially the one at her neck, but she was alive still and unshackled. Which was far more than she had expected to be.

She sat up gingerly and clutched at her left shoulder. She must have landed hard she was sure it had been reset recently. She was rather glad she had been unconscious for that bit of aide.

"Oh!" Her eyes flew to an elf in the middle of the room, she hadn't noticed her before the out burst. The slight woman dropped a box, herbs of all kind spilled out across the carpet covered stone floor. "Your awake!" Flight was surprised to see the woman trembling. She didn't think she was entirely that frightening, she wasn't even armed.

"It's alright." She sat up on the side of the bed and tried to reassure the woman but it only made her back away towards the door.

"Lady Cassandra said you were to meet them at the Chantry when you woke up." The woman moved even farther away as Flight got gingerly to her feet. "At once she said. At once." With those last departing words she fled through the door leaving Flight standing befuddled in the middle of the cabin.

"At least I'm not in the prison again." She told herself quietly.

She found boots in front of the door and slipped into them. She was pleased they actually fit, nothing was worse than boots that didn't fit. There was nothing she could do about her clothes. Someone had taken off her scout armor and replaced it with pajama looking formal wear. She did not want to speculate on who that was. In any case they did little to block the cold mountain wind, she had half a mind to turn back around and climb back under the covers, the only thing that stopped her was the elf. It was likely she had already reported to someone that she was awake. If she didn't show up at the Chantry soon she knew someone was going to come find her.

She opened the wooden door with the thought of running foremost in her mind, unfortunately it was made impossible. The first thing she saw when her eyes adjusted to the green hued sky was soldiers on either side of the road leading to the hut she had been placed in. At first she thought they were to drag her to the chantry, forcefully or otherwise. But a closer look let her know it wasn't quiet the case. They were lined up along the side with their hands pressed in a fist to their chest….almost respectfully.

"Herald." She passed a soldier and did a double take when she realized what he said.

"What?" She could hear the whispering now. About how she closed the breach, how Andraste delivered her from the fade herself. It was unnerving. She wasn't religious, and she doubted Andraste would have wasted a miracle on her. She sped up and tried not to listen to the whispering as she passed. Soldiers and civilians were lined up the entire way. If she had attempted to run…..she wouldn't have gotten far.

The chantry doors were flung open wide for her the minute she got close. She felt a little apprehensive walking in, especially when the two men followed her toward the door at the end, she could hear the Chancellor inside arguing with Cassandra. They opened the door before she could say anything and the arguing stopped. She walked inside and shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably as they took a position on either side of her.

"Clap her in chains! She should be transported to the capitol for trial." Cassandra glared at the man before addressing the soldiers.

"Ignore that. And leave us." Flight let out a breath of relief as they did as the Seeker commanded. It obviously infuriated the man but Flight didn't really care so long as she wasn't being arrested and taken for a trial, likely an unfair one considering people really just wanted someone to blame. They wouldn't care about innocence or guilt, not really.

"You walk a dangerous line, Seeker." He said menacingly.

To her credit the woman merely shrugged. She turned and took a heavy tome from the redhead Flight hadn't really seen until then, Leliana's talent for hiding in the shadows was frightening.

Cassandra drew her attention back to her by slamming the heavy book on the large oak table. "Do you know what this is?" The Chancellor said nothing but he gritted his teeth and flexed his jaw in irritation. "This is a writ from the most Holy. Giving us the power to act. We will resurrect the Inquisition of old, we will close the breach and find out who is responsible."

"This is madness! You have the person responsible right here!" He pointed a finger toward Flight, she remained still and kept his gaze until he glanced away. "She should be tried and put to the noose for what she did to the conclave!"

"Have a care, Chancellor." Cassandra could barely get the words out through her strangled anger. "The breach is still in the sky and we will not ignore it. It has stopped spreading, this is true, but the danger still remains.

"Likely how she intended it." He said petulantly.

"I nearly died trying to close it." She told him forcefully, finally choosing to stand up for her own innocence. Leliana caught her gaze and glared at her coldly but she didn't try to refute her. It was true after all, she could have fallen and broken her neck instead of simply dislocating a shoulder.

"But you didn't. Convenient, wouldn't you say?" He glared at her

Cassandra slapped her gauntlet covered hand onto the table with a thump and leaned heavily on it in exasperation. "Enough! If you can find nothing useful to do I suggest you return to wherever it is you came from."

The room was plunged into a stifling silence as he shot them all a glare and shoved into Flight as he left. It was a petty move, not something becoming a man of religion, and it hurt her reset shoulder terribly but she said nothing as he slammed the door behind himself. Even she had to admit his concern was valid, even if misplaced. Whoever had caused the tragedy at the conclave had done it willingly, maliciously and they had no idea what he was planning to do now, or what had even been the point of so much death.

"This is not going to be easy," Leliana finally spoke. "We have no clues, no soldiers and now we have no chantry support."

Cassandra leaned her hip against the table facing her friend. "What else can we do?" She asked. "No one else seems concerned about the hole in the sky. If we don't find those responsible and put an end to whatever they have planned no one else will." Green eyes bore into Flight for a moment as Cassandra stared down at the large tome. It sent shivers down her spine and despite the hostility she saw lurking there she couldn't look away. "At the very least we should put an end to the chaos between the Templars and the mages. That at least was what the Devine would have wanted." Cassandra finished, glancing back up and saving Flight from the soul searing gaze.

"We should go to the Hinterlands. There is a mother there willing to help our cause. The mages have also sought refuge in Redcliffe, it has caused an increase in the confrontations between the two factions. My scouts are already doing everything they can to keep the peace but the innocent are still being caught up in their fighting. It should be stopped. It will help solidify our position with the people if they see us acting where others are failing." Leliana was tapping the large map spread out on the huge oak table. A closer look showed Flight it was Redcliffe.

She was taking the beautiful map of Thedas in, all the pieces, likely soldier placements, scattered about the large table. There were not as many as she would have thought but there was more than she should have expected for an Inquisition that was just declared. She assumed most of the scouts Leliana mentioned was from her position as a hand of the Devine. She wondered idly if Cassandra had any such soldiers at her disposal.

"You should come with us." Cassandra pushed off the table and faced her, startling her from her thoughts.

"Me?"

A solemn nod was her response. "Yes. Undoubtedly we will encounter smaller rifts in the fade. Your mark could come in handy in stabilizing the area. And…." She hesitated. "Well there are many who say you are the Herald of Andraste,"

"Something we have not tried to dissuade." Leliana said harshly. She managed to curb her tone only slightly, "Still it is not a badge thing, to have people saying the Maker supports the rise of the Inquisition will open opportunities faster for us. Enable us to do more good."

Flight wondered what the harsh woman's idea of good was, so far Flight didn't exactly have the best impressions. But then so far the red head thought she murdered her friend and countless others and while Flight knew she was innocent, she didn't have any proof. And she still had no memories to fall back on.

"But there are others still who blame you for the catastrophe at the conclave. With us we can guarantee your safety." Leliana continue coolly. The way she said it made it subtly obvious she was one of them. It was obvious if she wanted Flight to stay it was because she wanted to keep an eye on her. Though she doubted Leliana needed to be anywhere near her just to keep tabs on her. Flight met her bright green eyes and groaned. She wished the woman was easier to read. The damn hood she kept pulled low over her brow didn't help. It was obvious the woman enjoyed keeping her on edge, it unsettled her. She wondered if she was really safest with this 'Inquisition' or if she should perhaps take her chances on her own with the masses. Likely her family would love to capitalize on her newfound fame.

"You could make a difference, with the Inquisition." Leliana said softly. Her only offer of a somewhat promise not to kill her in her sleep should she decide to stay.

"I…" Her thoughts drifted to her sister. She had been terrified of the mage rebellion. She had enjoyed her time in the circle, she had been one of the lucky few whose Templars we're gentle and fair even when they were stern. Flight supposed it was one of the only circles that had functioned the way it was likely intended to. They had both gone to the conclave because her circle wished to be heard. Wished to remain as they were. Flight had gone to protect her, and she had failed. She couldnt turn her back on the people now, not if she had a way to help. Flight wasn't going to do anything to shame the memory of her little sister. "I will do what I can to help." She bowed slightly. "Though I have to say, I'm surprised I'm not a suspect any longer."

Leliana brushed past her as she headed toward the door, she barely grazed her shoulder but it still ached as she jarred it. "I wouldn't go that far." She said over her shoulder before sweeping out of the room and leaving her alone with Cassandra.

Dark eyes met hers sadly. "Leliana….her mind is hard to change once she has made it up. But I heard the voices at the conclave. I do not believe you had anything to do with the destruction there. At least not willingly."

"Thank you." Flight told her sincerely, glad she had at least one ally in the cold mountain town. She had a horrible feeling no matter what she did there was always going to be those who believed she was the responsible party. The spymaster was forefront in her mind.

"How does this all work? This Inquisition of yours?" She nodded to the book. It was rather large, probably full of legal jargon and ancient history and duties.

"Hmmmm….I suppose we gather resources, people and agents. Strive to end the war keep the peace, at least until the chantry gets back on it's feet. Our number one concern however would be to close the breach in the sky for good."

Flight blew out a harsh breath. "Small feat." She said wryly. It had taken everything she had just to close the damn thing as much as she had. She didn't think she would survive opening it again just to try and reseal it permanently.

Cassandra moved around and grasped her shoulder, she let go immediately when Flight winced and shot her an apologetic look. She ushered her out toward the door and Flight followed her silently as they headed out to the town. "Solas has theorized more power would be needed to do the job properly. So either the mages…or the Templars. First they must stop their ridiculous fighting." She said irritably.

Flight could sympathize. She thought it was all ridiculous. Perhaps not the initial uprising but the continued fighting in the event of all the deaths…it was…..just too much death. Too much needless death.

"You should get acquainted with some of our people." Cassandra told her when they stood on the steps of the chantry.

A tall man dressed in well fitting red and silver armor approached them with a mallet and an official looking document. He stared at Cassandra wearily. "We really doing this?" He asked, his voice grave.

"Yes. We are really doing this." She turned to Flight. "This is Cullen. He was a Templar in Kirkwall. Now he will train the army of the Inquisition."

The word army slightly took her aback. She had listened to Cassandra, heard the plans, she even knew to do everything the Seeker wanted would require quiet a lot of people and diplomatic connections. But to hear that they would be amassing an army, a real army with trained soldiers, trained by a former Templar….well that was something….something inconceivable. It was overwhelming.

It was also dangerous if they succeeded with everything Cassandra hoped to accomplish. Whoever was in charge of the Inquisition, Cassandra, Cullen or even Leliana….they would be powerful. With every other faction in the world thrown into chaos, more concerned with themselves than their faithful ….it would leave a void, and the Inquisition seemed to be set to fill that void. And the longer they remained the only true source of refuge for the religious, the faithful and those simply in need, the longer they remained the only people fighting against the chaos, the more their power and people would rise. She could only imagine what they would be capable of, especially with those who believed she really was the Herald of Andraste. The title would add a mystical, religious element to everything they successfully achieved.

Cullen drew her attention back to the present. Thinking too much on the future was giving her a headache anyways. It all felt so political and that was something she never enjoyed.

"Ill just…hang this up then." He said awkwardly, holding up the official looking parchment. He moved past the two women and hesitated only slightly before he hammered the paper into the old wooden doors.

Flight couldn't explain it but with ever sound of the hammer on the wood her decision felt more final. With ever strike of his hammer the more people gathered around to watch. With every strike she could see the hope inside their eyes flare…she was living in a dangerous times. And somehow she had ended up in the damn middle of it. But it was too late. She'd agreed to help the Inquisition, the consequences of what it would become, what it would make her into, would be as much hers as anyone else.

Leliana had sent out birds before they left, the scouts had reported back warning them of the rampant fighting in the Hinterlands. Warning them that the initial scouting party hadn't been able to do more than use Robin hood tactics on the mages and Templars fighting at the Cross Roads. They did their best to protect the civilians but until the resistance was eliminated and the Templars taken care of they weren't safe. Also the way into Redcliffe was closed because of the rampant fighting so there was no way for them to get in and ask for help with the breach from the rebel mages not currently tormenting the citizens of the Hinterlands. It was all a right mess.

Still, even with the warning Flight hadn't expected the fighting to be quiet as bad as it was. They had barely left the safety of their camp when they were set upon by mages and Templars. No matter what was said to the attackers they did not pause. Both sides seemed to only want to kill anyone that wasn't one of them, it was dangerous, it was irresponsible and it pissed her off more than anything. She didn't understand how either side expected to garnish any sympathy, and support for their causes if they just continued with their homicidal streak.

She thought of all the innocent mages that just wanted it to end, the ones not lucky enough to get into the walled town before the Teyrn closed the gate. It could be her sister out there, seeking refuge only to be killed because her fellow mages we're murdering anyone they tested their eyes on. She wasn't going to let it continue.

"This can't continue." Varric said, mirroring her thoughts, and breathing rather hard after their last confrontation.

Flight nodded and glanced around, she put the arrow she hadn't needed back into her quiver and nodded to a make shift hospital that had been set up. It was disheartening to see all the bodies wrapped up and waiting for burial. Some of them were children and they weren't even able to properly put them to rest because of all the fighting.

"Come on. The Mother is over here," Cassandra moved to lead them but she turned back to Flight. "She wants to speak to you." She answered her before she could even form the question. "Because you are the one they call Herald, Flight." She nodded reluctantly. She did not like the title, she didn't want people calling her by it but she hadn't yet found a way to dissuade them. "Just listen to what she would say, we will see what we can do to help. And perhaps find information on where the rebels are camping." She practically growled the last.

Flight watched the others scatter about asking what they could do before she headed toward the tall dark skinned woman in the Chantry garb. She hadn't known what to expect as she approached the woman leaning over an injured man but she immediately learned to respect the woman when she heard the words she was speaking.

"His magic is no more dangerous than your own sword. Come now, stop this foolishness and allow him to help." She said the words forcefully, she convinced the injured man to accept the mages help by simply believing in her words. Flight appreciated it, not many people believed magic could be a force for good, that magic was just a tool and it depended on how it was use.

"Mother Gisele, I presume?" The woman turned and fixed her dark eyes on her. Flight wasn't prepared for how intimidating her gaze was.

"That is my name yes." She ushered Flight away from the many cries of the injured, towards a quieter area where they could speak with less chance of being overheard. "And you are the one they are calling the Herald of Andraste."

Flight grimaced, she really hated that damning title. "Not by any choice of mine I can assure you."

The woman grinned in a way that reminded her of the calculating spy master back at Haven. "That may assure the terrified mothers still clinging to the chantry walls for protection but I know it is a foolish plight, to deny what so many are sure of."

"It doesn't matter what others believe, what matters is that I was not saved by any act of the Maker's will nor was it Andraste that delivered me from the Fade."

"And you are sure of this?" Flight said nothing, she didn't remember what had happened…..but she was sure that the Mother Gisele didn't believe she was holy any more than she did, she wasn't sure why she was pressing the matter.

"I can see the indecisiveness in your eyes. Perhaps you were sent by Devine intervention, perhaps not. The fact remains you are our only hope to seal the rifts left in the world. To keep the demons from reeking havoc on our world." Gisele gave her a kind smile. "To do this you must make peace where you can, I can perhaps help with some of the remaining members of the Chantry, those that may be sympathetic to your cause. I also believe it would be beneficial for you to go to Val Royeaux and speak to those that speak out against you there."

Flight was nearly shocked speechless. Nearly. "Go directly to the Chantry, they have already discredited the Inquisition, already declared us heretics."

"They swing their fists as the wind in Hope of changing it's direction. But no matter what their words the Inquisition is acting, the people are already seeing results and speaking out about the Herald of Andraste. There is simply not enough leadership left in the Chantry to do what you are doing." Flight wanted to tell her she was wrong. That she was making it out as if she not only led the Inquisition but as if she was saving the people nearly single handedly. That wasn't the case, and thinking that way was only adding to the flames of speculation surrounding her.

Instead she kept her worries to herself, the Mother was right. There was nothing she could do to stop the people from thinking whatever they wanted about her story. She had no intention of ever claiming it true but if it helped her save more people she would at least attempt what was being suggested to her.

"I will….consider it." Gisele nodded.

"I will travel myself to Haven and give your spy master a list of names I believe will benefit her standing in the Chantry. Perhaps I can be of assistance there." Flight only nodded as she departed.

She stood alone on the stone wall over looking the road and tried to reflect on everything, tried to collect her thoughts on everything that had happened….She thought of her sister…..she would have known what to do. She had always been the morally correct one, always insisted they stand for the greater good, whatever that was. Now there was no one to guide her, she was alone in the world and others were looking to her for their answers. It was daunting. She had never been good with so much responsibility.

Flight hadn't wanted to leave the Hinterlands in so much strife. She wanted to end the fighting between the Templars and Mages and that had meant finding their camps and eliminating them. That was easier said than done, it had required quiet a lot of fighting and sleuthing in their end. Thankfully it all worked out, when the last Templar had been eradicated from their own camp a raven had swooped down and delivered a message from Leliana.

Cassandra had caught it for her because the bloody bird had tried to peck at Flight's fingers, she was positive the spy master had told him to do it. "There is a Master Dennet here in the Hinterlands, Leliana thinks he would be willing to supply the Inquisition forces with horses."

"They would be better than the pack mules we have now, it's worth checking out, boss." It took Flight a minute to figure out Varric was talking to her.

"Uh…yeah I suppose." She glanced helplessly at Cassandra but the traitorous woman only smirked and made a motion for her to lead the way. "Well shit." She whispered to herself.

Finding the farm wasn't hard, but she should have known it wasn't going to be as easy as asking him to loan them horses. There was a ton of running around, dispatching soldiers to build watchtowers and hunting down crazed demon controlled wolves, admittedly she found the last part a bit fun. She always loved tracking animals, she wasn't as overjoyed about having to kill all those beautiful wolves.

Needless to say by the time they made it back to camp she was both cranky and sore. She had trained with many people, all different types of weapons, but she had never spent nearly three full days constantly fighting.

"I feel like I have been run over by a heard of Drufalo." She complained as Cassandra was shirking her armor in their shared tent. The Nevarran laughed heartily.

"You should train more with me. I will whip you into shape in no time."

Flight fell onto her bed furs great fully. They weren't quiet as good as a soft fluffy bed with pillows but they were the next best thing and practically a luxury in the wilds.

"I can't train with you." She groaned. "I'll be too sore for a real fight and then you'll all have to save my useless ass."

"Aren't we doing that now?"

Flight lifted her head just enough to glare at her fast becoming friend. " .Ha." Cassandra only smiled widely before she dropped onto her own furs on the opposite side of the tent.

Flight could barely keep her eyes open so with a quick goodnight she was out. She didn't see Cassandra watching over her worriedly for a few minutes before the soldier finally succumbed to sleep herself.

A/N; I don't want to rush it but I want so bad to get to Redcliffe already!