I drifted along with the small army on their trip up to the Breach. Parker led the way, her steps strong and purposeful. She was going to finish this, she was going to reopen the Breach and then seal it for good. Ideally, it would end with the mark being wiped from her palm and the pain finally fading away. Parker was still wondering what she would do after this, wondering if she would make a run for it or stay for the Inquisition. Could she even return to her version of a normal life after everything that had happened?

Parker stood before the Breach, the Inquisition army lined up on the balconies with the Templars ready behind her. She looked at the glowing green, wincing at the rise of pain in her palm before turning towards Cassandra and giving a nod of her head. The Seeker clapped her on the shoulder, the soft squeeze reassuring to the half-elf as Solas stepped in front of the Templars. "Feed her your will and strength!" He shouted as Parker pulled her hand free of the glove and shoved it towards the Breach.

Slowly it started to peel open as the Templars slammed their swords down into the ground, a blue power pooling from them and into Parker. She could sense it, like a wall keeping her standing as the rift snapped open. Parker's eyes grew wide as she drifted into the chasm, the world fading away from clouds of green smoke. Bring forth the sacrifice. Run! What's going on here? Whispers bounced around her as Parker felt her energy fading. She was being ripped from her very person, her soul leaning towards the swirling Breach.

"Herald! Close it!" Cassandra shouted as Parker blinked, snapping back into reality as she gritted her teeth. A sudden clarity filled the woman as she breathed in, eyes fluttering closed and soaking in all of the blue magic swirling around her. She closed her fist, pulling back and then throwing her open palm forward with all of her force, the green smoke curling around her hand and down her arm.

Close. She willed and for a second the Breach fought, digging Fade-powered claws into her mind. Parker grunted, ignoring the debilitating agony as her eyes snapped open and she pushed her hand towards the Breach again. The claws loosened and suddenly there was an explosion as the Breach was forced closed, shooting back up into the sky.

The sky cleared, the battlefield searching eagerly for their hero as Cassandra shoved past soldiers, a relieved sigh to see Parker still alive. She was on her hands and knees, breathing fresh air back into her lungs. The armor on her arm had been shredded but her skin was clean of cuts, all except for the mark that still glowed on her hand.

A wave of shouts and applause sounded, cheering for their hero. Cassandra helped Parker to her feet, the Herald seemingly unaware of the victory as she looked back down at her hand and then up at the sky. The Breach had been stopped, the immediate threat now gone, but it still twisted angrily in the clouds. There was more to this than a connection to the Fade. The Elder One would have to know and Parker knew that meant that she would need to find him and defeat him.

But for now Haven was saved and immediately the campsite fell into an inappropriately timed celebration. They thought it was over but Parker could not help her shaken feelings. There was something powerful in the rifts, filled with hate and anger specifically towards her.

"You did it," Cassandra commented, settling on the edge of the wall next to Parker. The half-elf gave a grunt of reply, though it was not as appreciative as it should have been.

"There is still more to be done," Parker commented, running her right thumb over her mark. It no longer hurt, no longer itched like it had before. But the fact that it was still there unsettled her enough.

"And we will get to it. But for now, enjoy the victory," Cassandra smiled, something not many people saw. She gave Parker a comforting pat on her back before standing to her feet. Only then one of the warning horns sounded throughout the camp, foolish screams of fear following. People were far too jumpy for the situations they were in.

Parker snapped to her feet, giving Cassandra a worried expression as they ran towards the large gates where several soldiers and her advisors had collected. "What is going on?" Parker demanded as one of Leliana's people did their best to respond while catching their breath.

"A force…approaches…from the north."

"Under what flag?" Josephine requested as their attentions turned to the mountains where specks of flames decorated the snow.

"None," Cullen breathed, the wooden door suddenly shuddering as someone tried to open it. Josephine jumped, gripping Parker's arm as the Herald rested her hand against Josephine's to try and calm her. Again the door groaned against the thick log used to bar it, Parker reaching for one of her daggers.

"I would appreciate it if you would let me in. I did not come all this way simply to help only to end up dying." The voice was eloquent, clearly Tevinter, which made Parker hesitant. They had not heard any news from Redcliffe since seeking the aid of the Templars. Parker stepped away from Josephine, giving the doormen a nod as a line of soldiers prepared for a possible trap.

The door creaked open, revealing a mass of bodies strewn across the ground with a single man standing – or more of slumping – against his staff. He was certainly attractive, his black hair well kept on the top of his head as well as a regal mustache. The man gave a tired chuckle at Parker pushing forward, able to catch him just before the exhaustion hit his legs. Clearly a mage having over extended himself.

"Much thanks, friend. If you had waited any longer I probably would be a goner," he chuckled, words witty and sarcastic despite the serious situation. Parker liked it. His name was Dorian, a Tevinter mage that had been trying to stop the Imperium from taking over the rebel mages. When it was too late and he learned of their march on Haven, he ran there as quickly as possible to warn the Inquisition. The Elder One had not like Parker taking his Templars.