The Inquisition marched to the Temple of Sacred Ashes.
"TEMPLARS! TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!" Cullin commanded.
"MAGES! GIVE MILIN YOUR POWER! SO THIS RIFT WILL CLOSE!" Feira commanded the mages and with a nod from Grand Enchanter Fiona they followed.
Milin stood at the center of the ruins where it all started. Everyone saw the hazy flashes of the past events. That caused the present. Milin was nearly so overwhelmed, she could have passed out. She pulled herself together as best she could. Focusing all her energy and efforts on the task at hand.
Drawing on the mages' magic she pushed all of it through her and into the mark. The anchor grew brighter and brighter as the magic built. Milin then let it burst and she pulled the rift closed using the anchor.
She wobbled having had so much power inside her overwhelmed her. As she fainted though she never hit the ground.
Feira looked on in daunting worry as her friend collapsed. Only to be caught by the mysterious wandering elf, Solas. He picked her up and cradled her so gently. His staff was already on his back. She just discreetly watched him as everyone gathered themselves to leave. She even watched as they traveled back to Haven.
Feira could tell deep down Solas felt more for her best friend. Then simple ally companionship. She thought he seemed nice enough. She planned to continue watching him. To be positive he was safe for her friend.
Everyone at Haven started celebrating when they arrived back there. Solas had left Milin in her bed in her and Feira's shared cabin. Everyone was celebrating drinking. Some drank a lot. Others like Josephine, Cullin, Lilliana, Solas, Varric, Fiona, Feira, and the head Templar that led the ones that followed the Inquisition. Didn't get wasted. As leaders they were being responsible. Still at war they had to be alert. Feira had some glimmer berry honey wine. She was nursing it slowly as Cullin came over to talk with her. She sat on a stone wall that put her at his height. Just observing the festivities.
"Wild day, huh?" Cullin asked making small talk with a smirk.
"Yeah, our days back at the tower were almost as wild." Feira teased with a playful smile.
"With the mischief you and Milin caused! Just about." He chuckled lightly as she giggled.
"Cullin, in all honesty. Next to Milin, I missed you the most." Feira stopped giggling and got serious but shy. She looked at the ground. She had been watching the festivities from a quieter corner of a building.
"Feira, after I recovered from the attack on the tower. I realized I too, greatly missed you. I am sorry I was so cruel to you then." Cullin said feeling ashamed and undeserving of her attention.
She noticed his reaction. How he seemed to clam up. She didn't want that. No matter how shy she felt, about her first love. She caught his left cheek and pulled his face to her. She pressed a shy but urgent kiss to his firm lips. Slowly he kissed back after his surprise faded.
"Cullin." Feira whispered with a sultry smile.
"Feira, I don't deserve you." Cullin said still in denial.
"Yes, you do." Feira took his hand and lead the way back to Cullin's room.
Milin opened her eyes to surreal blue sky. Definitely not common in the frostback mountain area. She sat up and looked around the place was familiar. Though she couldn't place where she had seen it. She was next to a beautifully carved stone home. With obviously Elvis characters and images. It was the most colorful and artistic around. She got up and walked inside the open front door. She found a small elf boy all alone he was painting a wolf. By what Milin could see.
"Andaran atish'an." Milin greeted to get the boy's attention.
"Iras garas len?" He questioned as he turned towards her. "Ghelinia?" The boy questioned in disbelief as if he was seeing a ghost.
"Ir iras?" Milin was so confused now. She claimed as she realized she was a child too.
"Mir Falon!?" He stood up and enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"Falon?" Milin didn't right out remember this boy that called her friend. Though in her heart she felt a tug of familiarity.
"You don't remember, mala falon vehnas?" He asked curiously.
"I don't remember you either. You seem familiar though. Did you paint fen?" Milin asked changing the subject.
"Yes, it has always been part of me." The boy answered with a distant look in his eyes. His figure then shifted into a wolf. Larger then a normal wild one. This didn't surprise Milin even the slightest. Some how she knew he was the wolf and the wolf was him. He was even more familiar now for some reason.
"I know you! I can't remember your name?" Milin exclaimed then got quiet. The wolf still heard her though.
" We were friends long ago, Ghelinia." The wolf answered.
"Why do you call me Ghelinia? Was that my name? I do not remember! I am called Milin now!" This was becoming to much for her. She couldn't handle it anymore. She grabbed the sides of her head shaking it.
"Milin wake up!" Milin heard a gentle but strong voice and felt a firm shake on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open she was disoriented and overwhelmed from the strangeness of her dream. She shot into a sitting position.
"Solas!" Milin was surprised to see him. She was breathing heavy and sweating a bit.
"Are you alright? You seemed to be having a fitful sleep." Solas asked with concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah... Thanks for waking me." Milin took a deep breath calming herself.
"Do you wish to talk about it?" Solas asked showing small signs of concern.
"If you really wish to listen?" She asked back wrapping her arms around her drawn up knees. He nodded with a kind smile. "Alright. Well to start I need to tell you a bit about when I was a child. I was found as a small child covered in blood holding my dagger. I was showing signs of magic. So the sent me to the chantry. That worked I had no memories no one claimed me as family. So atleast I had food and shelter. Any way my dream was about a boy that turned into a wolf. He said that we were friends and called me Ghelinia. He was familiar but I just couldn't remember. My head started hurting. It was all overwhelming and just to much." Milin explained with a sigh.
"You don't remember who you were before then?" Solas said thoughtfully and Milin saw conflict in his eyes.
"No, by the way why are you in my cabin?" Milin asked curiously. She stretched out her leg closest to him and sat with her left elbow on her knee. That hand turned to that shoulder to absently rub the stress out.
"Oh, I'm not one for festivities. I also thought you might be disoriented when you finally woke." Solas explained a little awkwardly.
"Where is Feira?" Milin asked rolling her neck now. As Solas intriguingly watch her.
"I believe she spent the night with the Commander." Solas stated the loose statement as not completely positive.
"Well, I am glad they have finally gotten together. I could see it for years. How much they liked each other. As soon as he arrived at the tower." Milin smiled softly with a wishful look in her eyes.
A/N: The rest will be delayed awhile longer. I need to replay the games. It has been awhile. The story isn't fresh in my mind. I wish to follow the general story line. So I will get to playing and have the rest out as soon as posible. Thank you everyone who enjoys this fic.
