This is from Solas's POV. If you're not liking this chapter, don't worry, it switches back to the Inquisitor after. Just thought his point up to it would be interesting. Sorry for any typo's
He walked through Haven. He knew where he was going, always did. That was the best part of being able to control the Fade, you could recreate memories. He walked up the hill, passing the buildings and up to the small house he always stood at. He let himself
/smile as the memory unfolded.
They were now walking out of the room she was held when the breach first happened. Talking about how she was a mystery to him and that it frustrated him that he had no answers as to why a mortal could survive the anchor.
He was explaining how if he could not figure it out in time, he would have fled. Not the brightest plan in the world, which she had pointed out. Making them both laugh.
"It was when you closed the rift with a simple gesture and right then I felt the whole world change." He gave a soft smile.
"Felt the whole world change?" She placed a hand on her hip, giving a playful smile.
"It's a figure of speech." He looked at her, studying her features. Her short white hair was tussled in such a way it still fell around herfacegracefully. Her skin was lightly tanned with freckles dancing across her nose. Her lips were small, but there were plump, as though she had a small pout. But her eyes, how he adored them. They were a shade of lavender he had never seen. They played with her emotions, becoming darker or brighter.
"I am well aware of the metaphor." She stepped closer, he watched as her eyes became a darker shade. "I am more interested in felt." She was standing mere inches from him. He placed his hands behind his back afraid he would reach out to her.
"You… You change everything."
"Sweet talker." She glanced down at her feet. Thinking the conversation was over he looked out towards Haven. He then felt her hand on his cheek, causing him to look at her, she then kissed him. It was sweet, soft and fast. She then moved to walk away. Without realizing he was reaching for her and spinning her around, bringing her in close, he kissed her. Deep with meaning. He kept his hands on her waist, firm, but gentle, keeping her close. Her hand snaked around the back of his neck drawing him close. It was then he realized what he was doing. Giving her another quick kiss, he pulled away, shaking his head.
"We shouldn't. It isn't right, not even here." He put distance between them, he was already craving more of her. He saw the confusion play across her face.
"What do you mean even here?" She looked around as though to search for a clue, causing him to smile that much more.
"Where do you think we were?" He was watching her.
"This….this isn't real?" She met his eyes, a soft smile played across her lips but he saw sadness in her eyes.
"That's a matter of debate." He stepped closer, bringing his lips to her ear. "Probably best discussed after you wake up."
He watched as she vanished from the fade. He lingered a little longer, he already knew this would bring nothing but pain in the end, for both of them.
He watched as the memory disappeared. Sighing he walked away, he was now walking in a field of grass. A couple of tree's that appeared out of no where. He sat on his knee's, taking a deep breath. He hadn't felt her presence in the fade for just over a
/year, he was still searching, hoping to get a glimpse of her or her dreams, something. He then felt a small tug on his shirt, veering him out of his thoughts, looking down he saw a spirit in the form of a little girl. She was a human girl with brown
/hair and brown eyes. Freckles danced across her concerned face. He lifted her onto his lap.
"Are you lost little one?" She shook her head.
"My friend is looking for you." He froze for a quick second. She didn't seem to noticed so he smiled as best as he could.
"Which friend is that?"
"Cold? No.. Colt? No…" She was frowning trying to recall the name. He was already aware of the name she was trying to say.
"Cole?" Her face lit up which made his heart sink.
"Yes! He said he has a friend who's hurting. Hard name to say. It starts with Za. Said she's in a lot of pain. That her soul is hurting and not right." This little girl was thinking long and hard, trying to remember the conversation of the very confusing
/Cole. Sighing he stood, the girl still in his arms.
"Did he say why he wanted my help?"
"Yes. Said you took something but something went in. I think… He talks funny." She wrinkled her nose in frustration. "Said to meet at mountain. Umm.. Sky…. Sky…" He placed her back on the ground.
"Skyhold?" She smiled and nodded.
"Yup. I have to go now, my mommy is calling." With that she waved good bye and as she ran in the distance, disappeared.
He groaned in frustration. Cole had been looking for him, but had he'd known it concerned her, Zathiria, he would've spoken sooner. With a quick flick of his wrist he brought himself to Skyhold. It seemed dead in the fade, it didn't have the same effect
/when there were people buzzing about. He took his time walking through the grounds, making his way to the study he always worked out of. It was still faintly lit. Nothing seemed out of place and it made him wonder if in fact they had left everything
/of his, waiting for his return. He brushed his fingers along the desk, lifting them to find his fingers caked in dust. There was a shift of presence and he knew Cole was there.
"Hello friend."
He smiled at the old spirit. He still wore the giant hat that hid most of his face. Cole wasn't smiling though, for the first time, the spirit had anger.
"What is it?"
"Friend. Zathiria. Needs help. Soon." Cole stared at him, his anger boring through.
"I understand she's in pain, but she will move on."
"No! Well, yes. But soul in trouble." His friend moved close, within arms length, startling him. "When took anchor, took part of Zathiria. Dark, very dark entered." Cole's gaze softened, sadness overwhelming his features. He placed a hand on his shoulder,
/causing him to look up. "She got angry. Killed many. Now alone in dark."
"What do you mean? I was there when I took the anchor, I would have felt a spirit." Cole was shaking his head.
"Not spirit. Corrupted." He stared at his friend, fear came over him. How? How could he not have felt it.
"What have they done to her?" His voice was now booming in the empty room, but Cole didn't waver.
"We save her. You, save her. Take out corrupted. Place back soul that was lost." He was frustrated now, even if he could there was no way to be sure something else didn't enter her. It was risky. To risky. "Please. She does not go to fade. Think she will
/corrupt what saved. Fears what you think." He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"There is one place we could try." His voice was low, as though he was trying to convince himself out of it. "Take her if you can to the Well of Sorrows. You can replace the eluvian." He placed a hand on Cole's head, transferring knowledge, chants, and
/spells. "The one spell will make her unable to move, the chant is for the mirror. You must not be interrupted. Best done for night, the moon will help the last bit of chanting. I will wait at the ruins. The last eluvian, place her and I will help,
/but only her." His friend nodded, a broken smile. He watched as his friend disappeared, and slowly the fade melted away, bringing him back to the reality.
He slowly stood, walking down the corridor. He stood atop the archway, pain hitting his heart. It was the last place he saw her, saw her break. He had realized he was already acting even though he was against this from the begining.
-x-
A couple weeks had passed, causing him to worry. Unsure if he should leave and find them, or continue to wait. It was the moment he was about to walk through the eluvian he felt a shift in the air. They had made it. A smile played across his face. It
/quickly disappeared as he realized how fast they were moving through the ruins. With a couple strides he stepped into the shadows behind the pillars, clear view of the mirror. A quick flash and he saw them, Cole, Dorian and her. His heart dropped
/at the sight of her. Her hair was now long and tussled, her skin was now pale and she was skinnier. She seemed so frail.
"We must go now. Will be waiting on other side." Cole gave them both a nod before walking back.
"I will be right there. If anything happens, you shout and I will be at your side." Dorian and her gave each other a hug before he hesitantly walked away. He watch as her shoulders fell, she gave a quick look around before walking towards the arch.
He walked out from the shadows, making sure his footsteps weren't heard. She had reached the step, but her foot missed and she began to fall. Without realizing it he had caught her. He felt her stiffen under his touch, slowly he helped her stand and turned
/her around. He saw the anger rise. He gave a soft smile.
"Ma Vhenan.." His face stung. He watched her register what she had done. But he remained still, this is the least of what he deserved. He watched her face, something was different. There was anger yes, but there was more to it. He watched as her body
/lunged. He instinctively moved to the side grabbing both her hands holding them behind her. For her frail body, she still had that strength he admired. He gripped tighter as she tried to free herself, he then heard her his in pain, and for a brief
/second he loosened his grip. He glanced down at her wrists as she pushed him away and turned around. He caught a glimpse of them. She lunged at him again, he was now getting impatient. He grabbed both arms again, careful not to grab her wrists, he
/noticed the bruises, scarring and scabbing. He didn't understand, not fully. He could feel the frustration from her, and in a swift motion he moved to the side as she tried to kick him, he swept his foot behind both her legs cause her to fall back.
/He then straddled her, pinning her legs with his and pinning her arms above her head. She was bucking and trying to free herself. He stared at her wrists a little longer before impatience over whelmed him. His voice came out harsher than he intended,
/but it stopped her from moving.
"Enough." He could feel his own anger rising in him. She stared at him. "Calm yourself Vhenan."
"I am not your Vhenan." He flinched at her words, he could feel the hatred and the venom that came.
"You're angry. I understand-" She cut him off and started to struggle again, causing him to tighten his grip on her legs. Gripping her arms tighter, careful not to touch her wrists..
"NO YOU DON'T !You don't to say you understand!" He watched her, anger filled her, he could see it clear, there was something deep down in her, but he couldn't figure what it was. He then noticed her eyes held barley any colour left in them. "You
can't fix me Fen'Harel." His anger flared at the name, the way she
said it. As quickly as it came, he pushed it back down. He heard her snicker, causing his anger to flickerback, glaring at her, he could see her retreating, allowing the corrupted to come forth. "The mighty wolf. Ha! You claim we make mistakes
that
are wicked, and maybe some are, but not as big as wiping your entire race. Condemning them to a mortal life as slaves for others." Pain came but became over run by his anger, he could feel himself start to change as much as he willed it not to happen.
/"You even condemned a fellow elf be taking by the darkness you brought. You left her to rot in a cell, alone. Who was there for her? Have they told you what they did?"
"ENOUGH!" He could feel himself getting angrier. This thing in her was laughing at him, laughing. He gripped harder, he felt his fangs come through, he bared them. The Fen'Harel starting to consume him. The black smoke slowly circling him. It didn't stop
/it from speaking.
"They locked her in a dungeon, no light to be seen. They experimented on her with everything their little minds could think of. Lyrium, spells, even a few devices. Which reminds me, you should see the scars she has." It laughed again as he let out a growl,
/his anger slowly taking control, his hand lacing around her throat while the other kept her hands pinned. "She ate enough just for her to pass by the days. She would pull at the chains, and after awhile, she stopped fighting." His hand tightened around
/her throat, he felt himself turning into the wolf. "She's not afraid to die, she welcomes death. It's a better fate than what you gave her." He faltered, realizing that was enough time for it to punch him, causing him to lift off of her. He let the
/anger take hold, the smoke violently whirling around him, his tail snapping back and forth. Slowly he stood and faced her, she was standing on the edge. "Say goodbye dear wolf." He watched as she began to fall back. With a quick fade side step, he
/was in front of her in a flash, he held her by the throat. He was bearing his teeth as he growled at her.
He watched her carefully, he was ready to snap her neck given the chance. She lightly touched the hand that was holding her, he brought her close, so close they were mere inches apart. He narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth, trying to keep himself
/from speaking. He watched as she took him in. He then placed a hand on her chest, drawing the corrupted part of her soul out. He could feel it trying to linger, trying to stay within, but with a quick motion of his hand, it was gone. He held her there
/though, his hand tightening and loosening as if unsure what to do next. His dark form and blue eyes staring at her. He watched as she closed her eyes, her hand never leaving his.
"Open them Zathiria." His voice was demanding but he wanted her to see what came next.