Cassandra stood there among the training dummies, watching as Cullen left the Chantry, his walk was slower than she expected. She wondered what was the matter, her orders were simple and he wasn't met with any resistance, but then what was causing the Commander to walk like he was burdened?

"Commander.." She spoke as he walked slouched, like the fur he was wearing was heavier than imagined. As he approached the Seeker, his eyes raising up to meet hers as her eyebrows furrowed. Why was everyone so against her plans?

"It is done, Adan explained that she is still in a delicate state. But she is still of no danger to us, are you sure it is wise to move her under the Chantry?"

"If she stays here, people will begin to think she is normal, that she is a person. That she is not responsible for the events that took our most divine from us. I intend to rectify that. " Her voice lost it's logic as it filled with anger, her attention turning to the training dummies. "Everyone seems to forget that this is her fault. A mage, destroying the conclave, killing the divine and plunging us all into chaos. She must be with the rebel faction, just like the actions at Kirkwall. You were there Cullen, you saw it, do you think she is responsible?"

Cullen looked confused, "Whatever magic she has, she is not able to control it right now, it is muted, quiet at best. But the only magic it seems that is flaring, is coming from the mark on her hand." Cassandra tried to inject her opinion, but Cullen quickly stopped her. "But the mark means nothing until she awakens, recalls her memories, and when we find the truth. Think of what Justinia was trying to accomplish with the conclave, and try to gain the very best of what she was."

With his words Cullen turned away, returning back to his men in the training yard. Cassandra stood there, angered by his words. A mage can be responsible, just as one was responsible for the destruction of the Chantry in Kirkwall, or for blood magic. But she couldn't prove that, and as a Seeker, she couldn't just jump to conclusions anymore. She HAD to find the answers, regardless of the complication, and regardless of her personal feelings. She gripped the pommel of her sword, the shield weighing on her back as she tried to reign in her emotions. Her foot dug into the snow, as she looked towards the Chantry, knowing full well of what awaited her in there.

Her teeth clenched as she took a step, then another, the distance between the doors and her closing. She could feel the earth compact below her feet as she spread across the distances, earth and snow, earth then snow. Her breathing became harder, her mind figuring out the situation, her hand gripping tighter on the pommel. All that came across her mind was Justinia, and the word mage over and over again, spurring on her rage.

Solas ran across the snow, sensing full well the intent of Cassandra. He steps more rapid as he left Adans house, her hand was beginning to reach for the door, feet away, her nostrils flared and her eyebrows furrowed and in that moment Solas stepped in between.

"Cassandra." He said, body coming between her and the door, her mind in another realm. Her eyes shot up, looking the elf in the eyes,

"There must be a reason you are blocking my path." Her annoyance even more obvious in her voice now.

"Cassandra please, understand what you're trying to do." Solas held his hands up in front of him, he knew he was the only person protecting Anara from Cassandra's wrath. "You know that this isn't the right path. You are a Seeker, a seeker of truth!" Cassandras hand moved from the pommel to the hilt, preparing to draw her blade.

"She killed the Divine, our most holy of holies. She must pay for her deceit!" Her voice louder than was intended, she was beginning to draw a crowd of onlookers.

"Cassandra, think about this, is this the kind of example you want to set to these people?" Cassandra looked around, some of the towns folk standing there, watching the scene unfold in front of them. The Chantry sisters stopped their chant of light, watching their seeker's hand grip for her blade. "You don't want to do this, because you don't even know what she's done. You're judging her, without even knowing the truth." Solas was calm on the outside, but his heart was racing, prepared for the idea of having to fight the angered seeker.

Her hand relaxed on the hilt as her eyes calmed down, the harshness in her brow lessening. Her angry frown turned neutral as she thought again about the people that were watching them.

" I suppose you're right...I will give her the benefit of a doubt. But if she's responsible.." her finger came up, pointing accusingly, "There will be no mercy." Cassandra turned away from Solas, returning to the training dummies, separating herself from Solas and the other mage in the holding cells.

Solas let out a sigh of relief as his head hit his chest, shoulders slumped by the enormous weight of that woman's anger. His heart began to slow down finally, the adrenaline in his system slowly stemming off. This situation was escalating beyond a shadow of a doubt. His hands began to feel clammy again as he turned away, expecting Leliana or Cassandra to plunge a dagger into his back. But as his hand came up to the door, he was met with the Commander, standing next to his side.

" That took a lot of courage to stand up to Cassandra. I do not know if I would've done that." Cullen stood there, trying to follow Solas as he opened the door to the Chantry.

"There was nothing else I could do, I couldn't allow Cassandra to murder someone in cold blood, without first her being awake to defend herself." Solas realized that the words sounded worse than what they were. His mouth suddenly wanting to stay shut.

"I don't blame you there, mage or no, a person is allowed their innocence. " They slowly made their distance to the door that led down into the holding cell. Cullen stopped right before the door, tilting his head, looking at Solas, "Do you think she's responsible? Honestly?"

Solas was annoyed and confused by their constant question of her innocence. He wanted to shout from the rooftops about Anara and her innocence. That she wasn't responsible, that she is kind and sweet and loving. That she passed her Harrowing, resisted a pride demon and instilled such emotion in his heart. That she made him, HIM fall head over heels for a human. But Solas only stood there, trying to remain neutral as his mind screamed all the things he wanted to say. "I believe she is innocent, but I won't know until she wakes up."

Cullen nodded, "Of course, well then. I should let you go, the accommodations down there aren't as great as Adans, but remember. The situation was out of my hands, but it seems you've regained some footing in it." Cullen turned from Solas "Good luck." He heard him mutter as he continued walking, making his way back outside to the recruits.

Solas's hand reached for the door, the heavy wood pressed against his hand as it gave way for him. He hated the holding cells, too dark, too cold, too wet, he knew these weren't conditions conducive to one's survival. But he had to resist the urge to chime in his opinions every single time they weren't asked for.

He reached the long hallway that lead to the cells, the lights burning lowly between each arch. God he hated it in here, a straw bed and a bucket, with maybe some light. No, he didn't like it here, and he was glad that Cassandra didn't throw him down here as well. At the end of the hall a guard stood by the cell door, noticing Solas walking towards him.

"Only those under Seeker Pentaghast or Commander Cullens orders are allowed here."

Solas held up a hand, "I was allowed here by Commander Cullen, she is still very sick, and I need to perform tests."

The guard seemed standoffish, trying to decide whether the mage was telling the truth or not, he gripped his hilt. "Why should I believe you?"

"Ask your Commander if you wish, or should I?" Solas didn't enjoy idle threats, especially making them. He felt as if he was an adult chastising a small child for breaking something. It was not a feeling he enjoyed.

The man seemed to ease up, his hand moving off the hilt, "Alright then, I guess if the Commander says so.."

Solas watched the guard open the cell door, standing next to the opened door. "Please," Solas said, "Can you help bring her out?"

The guard looked confused, "Out? Out where?" The guard was backtracking in his manner, beginning to become defensive again.

Solas pointed to the small rotunda just outside the cell, "Just here, I need space to move."

The guard still looked uneasy, but resigned to helping anyways. Both men carried her out, setting her down on the floor. Solas kneeled down next to her as he ran his hand back over hers, feeling for the mark and it's progression. Today it was moving up past her elbow, moving further into her bicep. Now whenever the Breach expanded more of her arm would flare and jerk in response.

He was at a loss at this point, but the only thing he could conclude after so much time studying both the breach and her mark was, that both were created by magic. Powerful magic, but he felt in his mind that this mark was a key, perhaps the key to their success and salvation. Perhaps then that means this mark could possibly seal the Breach and the rifts that have begun to appear. But it was all the theory at this point, hopefully one he'll test when she should awaken.

His bones ached after he spent so much time hunched, feeling the flow of magic in her, knowing that right now it laid dormant and muted, just as she did. But he pushed through his aches as he struggled with what he felt was a necessary thing.

"Excuse me..." Solas looked up at the younger man slouched against the wall, his mind aimlessly wandering. He snapped back into place as he heard Solas, suddenly giving him all of his attention. Solas continued after he was sure to have the guards attention, "I'm going to need you to leave, only for a moment."

He looked suspiciously at Solas, wondering what kind of strange sneaky mage things he was up to. Solas tilted his head, "I of course will need you to guard the door leading in here. But I promise that I am not planning anything sinister." The guard seemed uncertain, "I promise." Solas seemed to have to reiterate again, trying to create some trust between him and the guard.

The man shuffled, looking about the hallway, finally deciding to follow the mages word. He walked slowly, turning around ever so often to ensure that Solas didn't become transparent, or turn them into birds or some other mage-like nonsense.

Solas sat on his knees, pulling Anara towards him, her head resting in his lap her closed eyes pointed at the ceiling, her breath was steady and quiet. Solas's hands came up, barely touching her, he felt his magic converse with hers, feeling the soft tickle of her hair as his hands moved to her temple. He took a deep breath, centering himself and his magic as his fingers touched her skin, sending a jolt through him. Her magic coalesced with his, as his body bridged them mentally.

Solas figured that this was the easiest way to access her memories, to be able to control what he could see, and what he can suppress. He only wished to know more of the situation outside her memories that flowed in the Fade. Outside the possibility of becoming possessed by a desire demon. It felt like a desperate attempt at producing results. But he needed to get answers to the Breach and to what light she could shed. But it was jumbled. A mess of emotions and memories, flashes of the circle, and her home. Of her family, of trees and birds, or horses and rocks. It was all a stumble, an attempt to grip onto something. This was not something Solas knew how to do, but he had heard about it from spirits, friends that he had made within the fade.

He resisted the urge to flare his magic, to push further into her mind. Not knowing what that kind of action would do to her, instead he calmed his magic, allowing her to become apart of him.

As he calmed himself the images gained more clarity, still a mess of emotions, but they were clearer. With it, he began to feel her emotions, and see clearly the memories she possessed.

He tried to let her lead, let her show him what she wanted. But it was still fragmented, he could hear voices talk, and what he felt was an image of the circle. The tower was tall and foreboding, intimidating those unknown to it. His eyes fell to a small child standing there, her brown hair tied into a braid. Those brown eyes red with tears, her cheeks stained with salt. A Templar beside her, his face imposing and emotionless. A banner flew in the distance of a horse. Then it was gone, memories flooding, replacing one with another.

The circle was quiet, but there were shouts and angered grunts. Solas was confused, by the dramatic change in tempo. Years would jump from one section to another, a happy memory, a sad one, then an angry one, or a fearful one. It seemed that she held more sorrow and anger in her mind and life then she held joy. Something Solas wished that he could rectify, that he could reach into her spirit and pull all the bad, the corrupt, the evil out. But he couldn't, he wouldn't. Because it was these moments of sadness and anger that brought him closer to her, and closer to loving her.

Her hands braced up as a sword came crashing down, knocking her backwards to the ground, "Come Rabbit. You can't best me. " Solas grimaced internally, her circles Knight-Commander, her face seemed older now, by a year or so. The Commander reflected the same age growth, white hairs beginning to peak around his ears. Her anger only more evident now than it was last night, she had changed in some way and Solas knew it. "You knew this was going to happen Rabbit. Ever since the Harrowing, you are mine."

A loud crack came down upon the Templar's leg as she knocked him in the knee with her staff. He howled falling to the ground. She stood over him, triumphant as his concentration fell, no longer able to suppress her magic. He became enraged, angered from her strike against him. He reared up, grabbing her by the scruff of her robes, pushing her against a bookshelf, pressing his body against her. "This, was going to happen Rabbit, one way or another." His hand broke free, trying to unbuckle his britches. Solas cringed, his mind screamed at what was before him.

No, he thought, No not this, not to her…

The Knight-Commander pulled himself loose from his britches, his ego and power over Anara made him hard. He purred into her ear, "Oh Rabbit, I've been waiting for this."

No, no, no, please no… Solas tried to scream in her memories, but there was no avail. He watched as Anara reached her hand up the Knight-Commanders back, Her eyes pierced him as her hands touched his skin.

" My name, is Anara, Anara Trevelyan. Not. RABBIT!" Her hands clenched onto his body as he screamed, howling like a dying creature as his body began to jerk. He fell to the floor, spasming as she stood over him, "You let your guard down Knight-Commander. While I have you alive, know this. Next time you even THINK of my name, know the mercy that I gave you, maker knows you wouldn't have spared any for me." Her foot came crashing into his side, the wind being knocked out of him. " But now, you'll never be able to hurt anyone in this circle again." Her fingers sparked, the last runs of lightning stemming off as the magic faded. She smirked, knowing full well the damage and affect her magic had wrought.

Solas began to calm finally, the fear that occupied his heart began to fade. Her memories faded once again, he knew now the darkness that her mind had, but he knew too the joy that it contained as well. He only wished to add more to those memories. Solas stood there in the silence now that occupied her mind. Wondering what new memory he would see. But nothing came.

He had forgotten how foreboding silence was in ones mind. How bleak and hollow it felt when there was nothing to hold you, or keep you in ground. Solas became curious about this situation, never coming across it before. He felt like a person who crossed over into another realm, or into a new land of unfamiliarity. He didn't know how to act, or react anymore, still expecting a bleakness to this bridge he guessed, the bridge that he created between them. He closed his eyes, trying to think of Anara, in hopes that it'd help summon her to him. His mind focused, as did his magic as he tried, her name upon his lips, figuratively. The aching silence between them both seemed to echo for eternity, Solas desperately wanted an answer, and never expected one.

"Do I know you?" A feminine voice spoke, Solas spun around towards the sound of that voice, trying to locate it. Solas felt a rush of relief knowing that her mind had not faded into oblivion, but hoped in his heart and mind that it was her. He could feel his heart stop for a brief moment as his eyes fell upon her. She stood there, an eyebrow cocked inquisitively at him, her hair braided, hands clasped around the front. Her noble roots still shone through in those small queues Solas admitted. He tried to hold himself back as he looked at her. He wanted to run to her, hold her close, to kiss her deeply and bring her back to the world only to have her forever. He wanted to keep her as his, greedily have her, and protect her from everything the world had. From Cassandra, Cullen, from mages, and demons, from everything. But he had to come back to this moment, looking at the woman standing in front of him.

"Well?" The question came from her lips as she tilted her head at him, hoping a repeat of the question would jog his memory. "You called for me, by my name. So I ask, Do I know you?" He didn't know how to respond, he certainly didn't want to blurt out what he felt.

No don't tell her about the dreams. He stammered, uncertain of what to say, his mind wandered too much and she knew it.

"Something bad has happened, hasn't it." Her questions were to the point, she didn't waste her time trying to be diplomatic, " What happened?" She approached Solas, his body trying not to react to her closing distance. He didn't want to frighten her, or push her away.

"I, I can't quite say, it'd be easier if you came with me." Solas was at a loss of words at this point. Hoping that action would be the only redeeming quality right now. He held out a hand, looking her in the eyes as she hesitated. "You need to wake up Anara, the world is different…"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she seemed to move closer, looking at the hand outstretched to her. Hoping that it wasn't a mirage, or some trick of the fade. Her hand reluctantly moved towards his, her fingers touching his hand.

His heart beat faster, feeling her hand on his, trusting him with his magic, with his abilities. She stepped closer, looking uncertain into his eyes, "Do I know you…" She was no longer asking the question, but instead searching for an answer. Her free hand reached out, touching his forehead as his eyes closed.

Oh no.

Her hand pulled back, a shocked gasp in her breath as her hand pulled away from his temple she looked him in the eyes.

Oh please, don't know what I've seen. What I've felt.

She moved closer to him, still searching his face for embarrassment.

Oh please don't know.

She inched closer, her hand still in his, her body coming closer to Solas as he tried to hold himself still, trying not to panic, or grab a hold of her. Solas could feel the heat from her body as her hand escaped his grip. Both hands rested on his chest, as she stood on her toes, lips inching closer to Solas's. He held his breath, was this real? Was it a lie? Was he losing his mind in here? He couldn't tell anymore, and at this point, he didn't care anymore. His hands wrapped around the small of her back, feeling her inch closer, feeling the heat between them both rise, her eyes were slowly closing, and he matched in reaction.

Her lips brushed against his, only words leaving her lips. "I trust you…"

Her lips touched his, feeling their magic pooling as they kissed, feeling the grip of their bridge begin to fade. Solas gripped the small of her back tighter as he tried to deepen the kiss. He had wished for those lips, dreamed of them, wanted them on his. This moment, although feeling like the breaking of a spell was everything he had wanted, and he didn't want to let it go.

His hand ran up her back, the other tangled in her hair as her arms twisted over his shoulders, letting him deepen their connection. Magic he knew was a tricky thing, but the connection between them had to be made, so he could drag her back into the physical. So he could kiss her in real life, and hope that she would return his kisses.

Solas could feel his grip between them fade as everything turned to white. His eyes slowly opened, back to the unwelcoming sight of the holding cells. His eyes struggling with darkness, the torches looking unbearably bright. He heard voices nearby.

"What do you think he was doing?" He heard the distinct, judgmental voice of Cassandra. Solas's eyes adjusted, looking over to see Cassandra standing there with her hand upon her sword's hilt. "Solas!" Her voice became angered as he looked over at her, "By the maker what have you done!?"

He seemed confused, looking over at Commander Cullen standing next to her, Leliana right behind and the young guard he was talked to. All of their attention wasn't on him, but instead on the body he had with him.

His eyes crossed the room to look where everyone's attention was. He looked down at Anara, her face beaded in sweat as her teeth gritted, the mark on her hand flared in what Solas thought must've been excruciating agony. Her free hand gripped his hand as she bit back screams of pain. Solas could feel her magic begin to surge. The pain was becoming too much for her to handle, and too much for her to reign in her magic.

He felt the flow of magic in her body build up, threatening to spill over. Solas tried to calm her mentally, his hand on her temple. She had awakened to a different world than what she left, with strange and horrible magic burned into her body. Solas could sense that his work wasn't helping, there was too much pain, she had lost days of her memory. That in her awakening, the last thing she remembered was the warm embrace of her old lover, under the stars. Tears spilled over her cheeks, it seemed like inside her heart she knew of his demise, and possibly the demise of all those at the Conclave. Solas looked up at the Ex-Templar, "Cullen." He didn't know what else to say past that, didn't know how to warn them. His eyes seemed lost and confused as Cullen seemed to comprehend the situation, he seemed to take a step back, sensing the wild magic in Anra's body struggling for control.

As Solas tirelessly tried to reel her back in her body gave in. The mark seemed to flare, it's magic imbuing with hers, it's effect threatening to destroy them and the Chantry. She couldn't hold it back anymore, her pain and grief spilling over into the world as she let out a long, strangled cry into the holding cells. Veilfire beginning to consume and ignite.