The Black-City hovered in the distance, always out of grasp.
A hooded figure was hopping from mountain to mountain, until she reached her destination.
A spirit grove.
Kneeling on the ground, she spoke in a raspy voice. A shell of what it used to be.
"Come forth Victory. Show me the light so that I may shine it upon my allies"
A gold spirit manifested in front of her, mimicking the hooded figure's appearance without the cloak.
A woman with blond hair and golden eyes stared back at her. The darkened skin was covered in scars. But one thing stood out. A mark over her left eye, pulsating with energy.
"Aneth ara, Ashara", said the spirit.
Removing her hood, Evelyn stood up with a smile.
"My journey is approaching it's end."
"So it is", replied the spirit.
"I need to speak with him.", continued Evelyn
"He is weakened", said the spirit, "but he too, will emerge victorious"
The spirit stepped aside and a hole opened in the ground.
The woman jumped into the hole, landing quietly.
On a strange bed, laid Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall. He had several bandages across his arms and body.
"Hawke", said Evelyn, "I did it. I got the message to the other side."
Without opening his eyes, Hawke asked "How?"
"My daughter. Our blood connection allowed me to reach her dreams. She couldn't understand me though. It took a week, but I thought her how to conjure a spirit blade."
"And how does that help us?", grumply asked Hawke, opening his eyes, frowning.
"My daughter is four years old. When she shows Cullen, he will understand what it means. I am sure of it!"
"I see…"
Getting up, Hawke winced. Evelyn supported him, helping him sit down on a chair.
"You shouldn't strain yourself!", reprimanded Evelyn.
"Why shouldn't I? We need to be ready for our hasty exit. I'm sure our friends over at the Grand River won't be pleased with us."
"Well yes, but you fought 2 Nightmares alone not 2 months ago. A fight like that takes time to recover from."
"All in a day's work. And you're one to talk… Or did you forget the whole Fade-powered spirit blade thing?"
"That was a year ago. I'm all good now.", assured Evelyn.
"Well you might be on the outside, but accessing the raw fade-energy around you like that left marks on you… Ever since that happened, I can feel your mana pool increasing more and more. When you unleash your magic, you shine like 10 suns all together. Let's just hope you don't explode from all that magic."
"Don't worry. It will all be fine"
Uttering those words, Eve tried her best to hide her true feelings. The truth was, she could feel her magical energy boiling inside of her, trying to get out at all cost. And the worst part, she could feel the energy being absorbed even more. In the last months, she was having more and more trouble controlling her spells. Everytime she launched a fireball, she caused an explosion 5 times bigger than intended. Her spirit blade, her mark of belonging to the Knight Enchanter Order, a symbol of order, was now jagged like a saw blade. Instead of cutting, it shredded everything it touched.
In the distance, a loud screeching noise echoed, reaching the pair, that quickly went into a defensive position.
"What was that?", asked Hawke.
"I don't know… But whatever it is, it's getting close", said Evelyn
"Victory, what is that?", asked Hawke again, to the spirit above guarding their lair.
"Something powerful. And ancient.", replied the spirit in their minds.
"Does it know we're here?"
"Yes."
"Is it an enemy?", asked Evelyn.
"No…", echoed a deep voice, resembling more a mountain speaking than a spirit"
"You can hear us?!", screamed Hawke in a panic, grabbing his staff.
"No hear… feel", said the voice, struggling to build a sentence.
"What are you?", asked Evelyn.
"I… Father…Son… Daughter… Mother… Grandmother… Grandson… Family…", said the voice, finishing with a single and powerful word. "Maker"
A/N: Is this voice the Maker? Or is it a spirit? And what will happen to Evelyn? Next chapter we will return to the Inquisitor's side. So for now, feel free to speculate who this voice might be. Or what...
