*Spoiler Alert*: Brief mention of Witch Hunt content.

"Eluvians were crafted by the elves of Arlathan, originally for communication between their cities. In time they discovered it could be much more; a portal, if you will, to move from one city to another without the burdens of travel. The magic needed to activate these doorways was lost for a time. Even the great magisters of Tevinter were unable to use the Eluvian to its fullest potential.

"When last I saw Neria, I had located and activated one of these portals. At the time I told her it was a gateway to another place, beyond this world and beyond the Fade. In truth, twas this very world, though a place no one has visited for centuries. What I learned there I had brought back with me, and offered to Neria as a gift."

"I wasn't sure what to make of it at first," Neria explained, continuing Morrigan's story. "The writing was from the ancient times of my people. But there were maps as well of Thedas and beyond the unexplored territories. Places many explorers had ventured to visit and report on, but never returned from."

"What's the deal with the maps?" Hawke asked, her curiosity peaked. "You have maps of those areas?"

"Those that remain and thrive in the undiscovered countries do not wish to be a part of our world. They do not agree with our suppression of magic, want no part in our politics or religion. They wish to be left alone, and I have given my word they would be." Morrigan rolled out the map she had been holding on to the table. "What I can share with you is this; tis a copy of what I had given Neria, though she was never aware of what it meant."

Cassandra walked around the table, studying the large parchment. "Hardly impressive," she stated. "We have maps of our own territories; this is nothing new."

"Indeed," Morrigan acknowledged. "Until you lay this on top of it." She took out another parchment, so thin you could almost see through it, and laid it on top of the map.

"That was in the book," Neria said when she saw the thinner paper. "We studied it for months but it just seemed like random markings."

"Tis far from random when viewed over the map," Morrigan answered as she stood on the opposite side of the table. "Each circle on the map has a duplicate. For instance here," she said pointing to a marked spot in the middle of the Brecilian Forest. "The script translates to the ancient Arlathan word for the number twelve. You'll also find that same word over here in the Planasene Forest." The three women followed Morrigans finger as she ran it across the map.

"Oh look!" Hawke exclaimed as she matched up another pair. "There's one from the Kocari Wilds to Starkhaven!"

"Forty-one in total," Morrigan advised them. "Each an Eluvian that leads to its pair."

Hawke sat back down and had to laugh. "I know someone who would be so mad right now they aren't here."

"But we found you here," Neria said pointing at the symbol over the Dragonbone Wastes. "I don't see its pair on the map."

Morrigan followed Hawke's lead and returned to her seat as well. "Its number is sixty four. You'll find others with no match simply because its double is not on this map."

"The undiscovered territories," Cassandra stated more than asked. "All of these portals, they work?"

Morrigan shook her head. "I have not sought many; in fact the last one I used is no longer accessible. There is a portal however directly to the Tellari Swamps; tis how we will arrive without my mothers knowledge."

Neria turned to Morrigan. "The mage I met that helped me find the Eluvian in the Wastes told me that the Eluvians are tainted and unsafe to travel. You mean to send us all through?"

"I would not lead you to danger, nor would I endanger myself. I have used the Eluvian before to keep an eye on my sister and discover my mothers plans."

Cassandra eyed the witch. "And you aren't sick?"

"Do I look ill to you?" Morrigan retorted. "I am not, though you needn't take my word for it. I have in my company a healer who has also assured me entering these two portals will bring you no harm." She nodded towards one of the guards who then retreated down the hall. "In exchange for your assistance, I offer you the locations of these portals within Thedas that do not lead to the uncharted continents. Decide amongst yourselves what to do with them; I care little."

Hawke continued to study the maps with the plotted Eluvians. "Why not return this information to the Dalish?" she suggested. "I know of at least one who'd love to get their hands on this."

"I think we should destroy it," Neria said softly.

"A piece of your own history?" Hawke couldn't believe what she was hearing. "The Dalish I've met would do almost anything to have this information, in fact she has done some pretty unthinkable things to learn about the past."

"Exactly why it should be destroyed," Neria replied. "I do not wish to speak badly of my people, but Morrigan was able to use these portals to begin with by stealing a book from one of the Dalish clans. They do not have the proper means to guard something this big."

"Why does it need guarding?" Hawke questioned. "I would think they'd want to discover these Eluvians, research the area where they are built."

Cassandra finally offered her opinion. "I agree; destroy them. Should this fall into the wrong hands, entire countries could be destroyed."

Hawke sighed as she slumped in her chair. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath, though the others heard her.

Cassandra pushed back her chair and stood. "This one for example," she pointed at Par Vollen on the map. "If the Qunari only knew about the portal they had leading straight into Minrathous, they would crush the Tevinter Imperium and take on the rest of Thedas. Or the opposite. To avoid land and sea and enter into the enemy territory with your army...I don't even want to see anymore."

Hawke rolled her eyes. "Typical Chantry. 'There's a remote possibility of danger, so destroy it.' How many millennium have these mirrors existed, without anyone being aware of them? I happen to think the Dalish are the perfect people to bring this to, regardless of risk. For one, it's theirs by right. And secondly, they are constantly on the move. Even if, somehow, someone else became aware of what the mirrors truly are, how in the Makers name would they know which Dalish clan to target for the information? "

The debate was interrupted as the guard returned with Morrigan's son and the healer she had mentioned. Neria gasped in disbelief as she watched her old friend escort Aurelian into the room. "Wynne?"

The older mage smiled. "Hello Neria," she said as she released Aurelian's hand who then ran to his mother. "I expect you have questions for me. I'm afraid they must wait, however. There is much to do, child, and very little time."

"They have concerns for their safety in entering the Eluvian," Morrigan explained to Wynne the reason she was brought into the meeting. "Twould seem my word is not convincing enough that the portals are not tainted." She placed her arm protectively around Aurelian's waist as he looked at the map on the table.

"What Morrigan says is true," Wynne confirmed. "Now please, all of you," she said looking at Morrigan pointedly, "get some rest. You'll be departing in the morning."

Neria looked as if she were about to protest, but a stern look from Wynne stopped her from speaking. Though it had been years since she saw the woman, there was still that motherly bond and respect between them that caused Neria to obey her command.

"That goes for the both of you too," Wynne said as she stood over Morrigan and her son with her arms crossed. "You've barely slept these past few months, you need it now more than ever."

Morrigan nodded as she released her son and pushed her chair back. She knelt down before Aurelian and held his hands. "Go upstairs with Wynne now and do what she says," she instructed the child.

Aurelian hugged his mother. For most of her life Morrigan never could understand the need for human touching such as handshakes or hugs, but the birth of her child had softened her a bit. She wrapped her arm around him in return and kissed his forehead. "Go," Morrigan repeated. "I will be up shortly."

Wynne took hold of Aurelian's hand and the two retreated to the bedrooms. Morrigan rolled up the map and Eluvian locations and carefully placed them back into the case she had made for them. As she sealed the lid a sudden sensation pulled at her insides. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time came over her, and she grabbed hold of the chair to steady herself. For a brief moment she felt him, and her emotions nearly consumed her.

The odd vibe faded as quickly as it came, though not before Morrigan realized what it was. She sat back down and buried her face in her hands. No, it couldn't be, not now...

"Morrigan," Wynne's voice startled her as she spoke her name and approached. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Her eyes filled with fear and anger, Morrigan looked up at Wynne. "That fool is attempting to track me," she informed Wynne.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Wynne asked.

Morrigan was clearly agitated at the question. "Oh no you don't," she replied to Wynne. "I will not listen to another one of your lectures about that...that...templar."

"Very well," Wynne said turned away from her. "But you knew it was going to happen. I suggest you figure out a way to accept that before he finds you."

Morrigan considered several spells to throw at the woman before she disappeared down the hall. "Twould seem I have little choice," she said to the empty room.