Chapter 3

Amelia

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The girl had almost no memory of what happened in the Conclave and had no idea of an explosion. When an explanation of the disaster was given to her and that the mark on her hand could be the only answer to the rifts, she said aloud that she would help.

"I don't know what may have happened and I don't recall anything of the Conclave, but if this thing on my hand might be able to seal the Breach, then I want to help."

"I can only promise you a trial."

"That's better than nothing then."

Cassandra then asked herself, was the brother––Damien––telling the truth then? Are their family always like this? They always seem to jump in to help.

When the bridge collapsed on them, Cassandra insisted the girl to stay behind her as she battled out a demon. What she didn't know was that another demon emerged and went after Amelia. Amelia was not one to run away, but luckily she found a staff. She used it to attack the demon, motioning her hand down into a fist and the demon looked like it was crushed by a boulder. It fell through the icy river, all the way into the bottom pit. Amelia held her hand out and this time, sending a demon flying into a rock wall.

She's a force mage.

Once the demons were dead, Cassandra approached her and held her blade to her threateningly. "Drop your weapon. Now!"

Amelia was stunned by such hostility but she stood her ground, "Pardon if I refuse, but there are demons to be slain. You cannot protect me all on your own, and I am capable of defending myself and others."

Nobles. The Seeker thought seething before she lowered her blade. "Fine..! …I suppose I should remember that you came willingly." She conceived.

Amelia only smiled a bit as she nodded her head, acknowledging the Seeker.

They continued on to their path until finally they found the stairs that led up to the mountains. They soon hear a battle and Amelia was quick to join the fight.

Ice was thrown everywhere and they could see the Dalish elf working with the elements around him. Then there was the dashing rogue, using his daggers to take down the enemies. A handsome dwarf firing at enemies with bolts coming from an advanced crossbow. Lastly, an elven mage summoning barriers to protect everyone and he would mind blast enemies away.

Amelia held her hand out and crushed the enemies, pushing gravity on them––their spines breaking.

Once the demons disappeared, the elf came over to her and grabbed her wrist.

"Quickly! Before more come through!" He thrust her hand into the rift and a line connected her into the strange entity. There was a chord of discord between them at first, but she kept a lock on it. The burning pain on her left hand disappeared momentarily as the she and this strange rift connected–––communicated. With one hard pull, she sealed the rift permanently.

Amelia was confused. "What… how did you do that?" She asked the elf.

"I did nothing. The credit is yours." He said, smiling.

"You mean this mark?"

"Good to know! And here I thought we'd be ass deep in demons forever," a dwarf said and then his bowed. "Varric Tethras, at your service. Handsome rogue, famous storyteller, and occasionally a un–welcomed tag–along."

"Pleased to meet you…" Amelia trailed off, however, seeing two more people behind the dwarf.

They waved at her first then she ran right at them and she leaped into her brother's arms hugging him tightly.

"Damien! Oh thank the Maker, you are alright!" Amelia said, laughing with relief as a few tears escaped her.

Damien chuckled as he held her close. "It's good to see you alive, sis."

She pulled back, smiling widely before she turned to Mahanon and leaped at him, hugging the Dalish tightly as the two laughed.

Mahanon grinned as he hugged her back. "You're alive… creators, you're down to only six lives left, Kitten."

Amelia giggled at that. "I'm sure I'll manage."

Once the reunion was over and the rest of the introductions were made, they hurried now to the Forward Camp. They were destroying demons and closing rifts.

Cassandra took notice on how these three were fighting together as if they had trained together before. Mahanon had placed ice enhancements on all their weapons––not breaking a sweat, Amelia already casted a spell barrier for everyone before Solas could, and Damien was already charging through, dodging attacks and effectively killing the demons in vital points. They were like seasoned veterans as they attacked and defended not just themselves, but everyone else.

Solas watched as a demon managed to slip by the Trevelyan Rogue and the Seeker. It was coming right at them with its claws, but Mahanon ran straight for it. The demon swung its claws right at him but then the Dalish elf leaped so high–––possibly using magic–––to fly over the demon and landing right behind it. Mahanon had successfully grabbed the demon's attention and that's when Amelia came in. She pushed her hand out, sending a force to push the demon towards the Dalish, making it fall right to him. Then, Mahanon stabbed the demon with his staff–spear right to its throat, slicing it.

This was undeniable teamwork, Varric thought, seeing them in action. He knew what this was as it was the same when he travelled with Rosie–––Marian Hawke. Together with their companions, they were unbeatable as they instantly aided each other in harmony like water moving with ease. It was exactly the same thing that these three were exhibiting.

Cassandra noticed that too, and wondered what the Ostwick Circle really is.

Or is it because they are Trevelyan's? They are trouble, even the Elf.

They made it to the Forward Camp, and an argument soon broke out as the Chancellor Roderick began ordering to chain the prisoner––Amelia––and call a retreat.

"No!" Amelia suddenly shouted, stunning those around as she took a step towards the Chancellor. "That breach needs to be closed. With or without you here, Chancellor."

"How dare you!"

"The Prisoner is right. We have the means to close it and she can," Cassandra said, standing in stance with Amelia.

The Seeker made a decision. "We need to march into the Temple. It's the quickest route."

"But not the safest. There's a route up in the mountains."

"The scouts in the pass had not made it back, have they? How can it be safe?"

Suddenly, the Breach in the sky set off another boom that made everyone look up to it. Then they heard electricity charring, and they turned their gaze to Amelia who was clutching her left hand.

"Which path do you think we should take?" The Seeker suddenly asked and Amelia was stunned.

"Me? You're asking me?"

"You have the mark," Solas pointed out.

Cassandra nodded at that. "And the one we must keep safe. Now choose. Hurry."

Amelia was indecisive. They could just march in and just bolt into the Temple or go into the mountain pass, and maybe find those scouts. Maybe they are still alive. She didn't know which to choose as she saw that if she took the charge, scouts will and might die, or if she took the mountain pass, the soldiers on the field could die.

There were losses on both decisions.

Then she turned to her brother and Mahanon, trusting them fully. "Damien? Mahanon? The scouts… can you?"

Damien frowned at that, knowing what she is asking. "You want us to go to the Mountain pass and get those scouts? No. I'm not leaving you alone unprotected."

"Cassandra is here, and I trust her enough. Do you?" Amelia asked.

Meanwhile Cassandra was shocked; the prisoner trusts her? Really? It was unnerving that these Trevelyan's would so easily put trust in just about anyone. There is no doubt that the Seeker is very capable of protecting her and making sure she doesn't die, but it was just…surprising. No long ago she accused her of killing the Divine and even now, she still thinks she's a prisoner but Amelia hardly cared about that.

Amelia only cared about closing that breach and saving those people around. Damien knew that. Those eyes…

Damien looked at Cassandra for a moment before back to Amelia, still with uncertainty.

Then, the mage prisoner said something that seemed to have change not only the uncertainty that Damien had but also the Dalish elf's worries.

"Noblesse oblige!" Amelia said, and it confused the others but Damien and Mahanon.

Noblesse oblige? Everyone wondered, and then Mahanon chuckled.

"Well, it's been decided. We'll go, Kitten. Come on, Damien," He said as he placed a hand on Damien's shoulder.

Damien only sighed as he turned to the Seeker, and asked, "You will protect her, yes?"

"No harm will come to her. Not while I stand," Cassandra said, and her words were enough to give him confidence in her.

It was settled.

Amelia charged into the battlefield with Cassandra, Solas, and Varric while Damien and Mahanon entered the mountain pass to look for the lost scouts.

The trouble with Trevelyan's is that we never run away. And you're going to see that my sister is no different, Seeker!

Those words rang in the Seeker's ears as she remembered what the brother had said. She watched as the prisoner fought with everything she had but also protecting any soldiers on the battle field, summoning barriers on anyone. She even aided some soldiers who were in deep trouble with a fear demon.

She was nothing but fearless.

Cassandra thought that these Trevelyan's must be self–righteous martyrs, but it wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it was endearing.

"Hey Seeker," Varric spoke as he watched Amelia Trevelyan closing the last rift on the battlefield.

She looked to him. "What?"

"I'm beginning to think those rumors are true."

Cassandra was beginning to think so, but not yet. She needed more proof.

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