A/N: I am so sorry it took forever for this to finally be updated, and for it to be so short! Believe it or not, I have spent days trying to figure out how to start this chapter, and after reworking the same idea about the hundreth time, I finally decided to stop being stubborn, and start all over again. Lol. And finally here it is! There are probobly errors, as it tends to be after re-reading it alot, and only to find any errors after I post. I will fix them as soon as I see them, or if someone points it out, that would be awesome! (Improving grammer and spelling one step at a time :) )

Again, a huge thank yous to all the reviewers, and people who put this story on favs and alerts, you were all the drive to quickly get his chapter up. So with no further ado...here you go. :)

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It was no easy feat, falling asleep in that cage surrounded by crying, kidnapped elves. But somehow she did.

She could feel the cold water of the river flowing over her bare feet, as she looked around the Fade's Forest that surrounded her. Her hair was braided, and tied back in her clan's Traditional way for Hunters. Her markings sparked to life at times, and dulled almost to black at others. Fog engulfed her sight as she quietly, and slowly lifted her right foot out of the chilly water. Her back was arched, ears perked up, listening, waiting for that one thing that she knew, just knew, was waiting and watching her.

She whispered prayers to all the Gods, as her green eyes scanned the horizon. The silence in the air, the chill that ran down her spine was anything but comforting. Slowly lowering her foot, in the river she lifted her other foot, and then words seemingless came to her mind.

"...My pack is lost..."

The river didn't slow, nor did the temperature change around her. Nothing at all changed in Fade's Fog, nothing at all except the silence. The words that spilled from her lips echoed around her as each line slowly came to her mind. Her head jerked up when she heard the snap of a twig just ahead of her.

"The young pup..." Came a growl that cleared the fog that was starting to suffocate her. "...has grown."

She slowly settled both of her feet to the river bed, but didn't relax her stance. She slowly started to circle in the river when the growl continued. "...my poor blessed wolf pup, has become tainted by the Forgotten Ones. Now...now she is broken. Tell me...what has made my fierce daughter, my beloved daughter broken? Tell me so that I can hunt them down, and tear out their throats."

She didn't answer as another twig snapped, followed by a soft rustle of leaves to her right.

"Was it the humans that have made you so tainted. So dark, and decaying?"

"No." She spoke, her voice rising to be heard over the now frequent noise of whatever being it was coming to her through the bush. "It was Fen'Harel."

"Me?"

Wynne's eyes widened as she saw the beast slowly emerge to the edge of the river's bed. It was unlike any wolf, or dog she had ever seen. It wasn't massive, but it certantly was as big as the werewolves she had encountered in Ferelden. But instead of walking on two legs, it walked on four like any other wolf would. Scars, and pieces of fur was missing from his snout, and scars were seen lined all over his body. But the thing that terrified her the most, was the coloring of his fur. Instead of the usual black, grey, or even white, his fur was green. Dark green, and light green mixed together, and when he shook his fur, sparkles of gold, and black were seen. His eyes were of soft amber, and as he sat down on his haunches he tilted his head and spoke.

"How have I caused you to be tainted my pup?"

She didn't speak up as her eyes searched his. Never in her wildest thoughts, did she expect to face Fen'Harel. She was always told that Fen'Harel was a God of tricks. That he was the main reason of her people being treated like they were. That he was the reason why she lost Tamlen, and her clan. Forced to become a Grey Warden, and die in the bowels of the earth when the calling came. But from the way he sat, the reflection of sadness in his voice, she couldn't believe that he had done it all. Could he?

"The mirror," she finally spoke up. Her body was starting to shake for her nerves in front of this powerful god. "The mirror that Tamlen, my dead husband, touched in that cave so long ago. It was-"

"Cursed with the Forgotten One's evil." He looked away from her for a minute then sighed. "You were the only one to believe in me, and I watched you. You may not believe me now when I say that it wasn't I who lead you into that cave. Nor was it I that took Tamlen from you. But it was me that had protected you from the Forgotten ones curse, and it was me that lead Duncan to you." He looked back at her then. "I choose your life over two dwarfs, over two humans, and over another fellow elf. I believed that you were the one to help with the war against the Forgotten Ones. That you were the only one strong enough to wage the war that was ahead, unite the lands, and kill two of them. I knew your heart was broken, and I healed it with the Crow's song. I have given you much my pup, that I have come to love you as my daughter. If I have indeed caused you pain it was not intentional.

"Prepare for the war coming up my pup. The Forgotten Ones are not done yet." With that, Fen'Harel slowly lifted himself back up, and turned to go back into the forest.

"I thought the Forgotten Ones were locked up? That you tricked them and locked them in the earth."

He turned his head to side making his scars more pronounced against the now black fur. "Everything eventually breaks down and decays pup. Even prisons. Remember that."

A quick kick to the cage woke Wynne, and the girl in her lap with a jolt. By waking her up suddenly the girl started to cry, which just mad the slavers snap at Wynne, "Shut that thing up!"

Under normal circumstances a quick remark would have landed her with slap to the face, and being dragged out the cage. Which she could have killed the two standing in front of her, and escape before anyone was the wiser.

But her leg was still healing, and she didn't want to harm the crying child. So instead, she bent her knees, bringing the child closer to her, rocking her gently as she hummed. The child eventually calmed, but the slavers didn't leave. She was wondering why they were standing outside her cell, but when she saw a Tevinter mage come and stand beside the two, she knew.

They where appraising her.

"So this is the elf that caused so much trouble. See, I told you if you put her with the elf pup, the bitch would mother it, and we lose her aggressive nature, and the pup would shut up."

The other two didn't respond, as the Mage squatted to Wynne's eye level. Her green eyes narrowed at him, while her knees brought the girl closer to her.

"You know what...I think I will keep this one."

"But sir, three other Magisters would be willing to pay at least ten sovergins for her!"

"And send this fine specimen to the front lines, or wasted in some ritual for some lowly Magister? No. She's mine."

"Let me go..." Wynne warned, her eyes narrowing to dangours slits.

"Ohh...this bitch has some fire...can you imagine the offspring we could get from her..."

A deadly smile graced her lips as she said the only thing that came to her mind. "I don't think the Grey Wardens, or King Alistair of Ferelden, will appreciate their Commander and Hero of Ferelden as a slave."

"I bet not bitch..." He tisked bringing one of his hands to his face. He sighed as he looked at her again. "It really just drives the price for you up nothing more. Which is good, since I hear that Grey Wardens cannot have children, and to any other Magister in the Imperium that would be a deal breaker."

She felt her heart slowly start to beat fast. She needed help since her declaration of her identity just slowly sealed her fate, she just blurted the only thing that came to her mind. "True. But pissing off the Antivan Crows is also a deal breaker I hear."

"And why is that?" The grin on his face she just wanted to punch off.

But when she said, "Just saying that the Guildmaster is sure to kill you once he finds out that his wife, is missing, and has been sold into slavery." The smile quickly fell on its own accord.

"Well..." he said after a brief silence, "Then I guess it is safe to say that you won't leave here alive."

He motioned to one of the guards that was on either side of him, but when the mage turned around, all he saw was the blood gurgling bodies, and one figure that Wynne couldn't help but smile at.

"No..." Zevran said as he walked up to the mage, holding both his daggers at his side. "I think she will leave here alive..."