Chapter 14

Loneliness was a strange concept. Thanks to Urthemiel, Kieran was never truly alone; especially in his dreams, when the old god would speak to him. Sometimes the old god brought nightmares that plagued him into his waking hours, and sometimes visions of a past long since lost. Those dreams were his favorite.

When Father left, Kieran felt loneliness for the first time. Father had always been there, for as long as Kieran could remember. Same as Mother. Even with Mother there—even with Urthemiel visiting him at night—Kieran tasted loneliness for the first time.

"Loneliness cannot harm you," Mother would say. Though Kieran would often times, when she thought he had gone to bed, find her wistfully holding the small sketch Father had secretly commissioned of the three of them. It had to be small enough that they could never leave it behind.

With Mother away, assisting the Inquisitor, Kieran decided he did not care for loneliness at all. He wondered at how strongly he felt it, when Mother had only been gone a few days. It made sleeping difficult, when he was accustomed to knowing that she was just a room away. Eventually sleep found him. It was no different this night.

As Kieran awoke within his dream, he recognized the shifting reality of the Fade. It sang to him, as it did when he watched Mother perform her magic. Or when he himself touched the Fade to mimic her spells. Sometimes Kieran would allow himself to be carried within the dream, often he would allow Urthemiel to guide him. And sometimes, he would wander, taking control of his dreams on nights he wished to be alone. That was not always an option.

Sometimes Urthemiel would take some time to arrive. Those were the nights Kieran wandered at will. Tonight was one such night. As he searched the Fade, Kieran wondered when the dream would take shape.

"Curious that you should be here, when you are some distance away in the real world."

Kieran recognize the voice, he turned to find Solas standing behind him. The elven mage was regarding Kieran with an amusedly befuddled expression.

"What are you doing here?" Kieran asked. From what he knew of the fade, where one entered it mattered as to where one ended up in it. Solas was with the Inquisitor, too far away to be standing next to him.

"I find it most curious, myself," said Solas. "I cannot say that I recognize this part of the fade, but I do not appear to be where I would have expected, considering I went to sleep in the Arbor Wilds."

Solas paced, his feet marking a circle around Kieran. His expression intent, focused on deciphering their situation. Kieran had a flash of recognition, but it was gone before he could process it.

"Tell me, young one," Solas said. "Do you spend much time walking the fade?"

"Mostly I dream," Kieran said. "Old dreams. Sometimes nightmares."

"I know full well of old dreams," Solas said. "I think you have the potential. Would you like me to show you how to walk the Fade?"

"Yes please," Kieran said, always eager to learn new magical abilities. He followed Solas as the older mage led him down the path.

"Sometimes you can witness old memories," Solas said. "Based on where you are. I witnessed the Battle of Ostagar in that fashion."

"Could we go see it?" Kieran asked, his eyes lighting up.

"So young to want to see a battle," Solas chuckled. "I would not show it to you, even if I could from here. It is not a sight for children. Or do you perhaps wish to see the Hero of Ferelden and Alistair lighting the signal fire?"

Kieran nodded.

"Unfortunately that is not possible," said Solas. "We would have to be there. The Fade reacts to memories, or strong emotions, we would have to either be there, or have a person or item to whom strong emotions were attached."

Their surroundings shifted. From the rocky paths of the Fade to the noxious bog of a swamp. Kieran looked around, something about the place seemed familiar, though he knew for a fact he had never been there. Before them lay an old hut, in good repair, but succumbing to the damp of the swamp, as mold and moss grew in patches on the wooden structure.

"Curious," said Solas. "I have been here before. But why would the Fade show us this?"

"Where are we?" Kieran asked.

"This," Solas said. "Is the hut of Flemeth."

A young woman appeared through the underbrush, leading four armored men. As they approached the hut, the door opened, revealing a wizened old woman.

"Mother!" Kieran gasped, upon seeing the young woman, she looked much as she did as he knew her. As she passed by where he and Solas stood, Kieran saw that she wore an expression he had never seen before. She seemed more annoyed, mixed with amusement that did not reach her eyes, her lips quirked in a way that showed they lacked his mother's fine laugh lines.

Of the four men following her, three of them observed their surroundings with varying levels of fear and anxiety. Only the fourth man did little more than take the cursory glance at his surroundings, once certain there was no danger his eyes remained focused on the two witches before him.

"Father," Kieran whispered. If he did not recognize the expression on his mother's face, Aedan Cousland's expression was one that Kieran never even knew his father was capable of making. His blue eyes were hard, like ice, entirely unlike the blue of a warm summer sky Kieran was so used to. His brows were furrowed, as if he were fighting a constant headache. His mouth was downturned, his lips pursed, and his eyelids narrowed. He looked like a man that had not been happy in a long time.

"Curious," Solas said. "We appear to be witnessing a memory that neither of us were present for, and for which we are in the wrong location for."

"But those are my parents," Kieran said.

"Indeed," Solas said. "Which is why I suspect you are seeing this vision because in their minds it is a most powerful memory. One, I assume, that will eventually lead to you."

The scene shifted, the hut remained, as did Flemeth, but the men were gone. Morrigan was returning to her waiting mother.

"The Grey Wardens have been safely escorted to their camp," Morrigan said. "Is that all? Or do you have other warriors of legend for me to babysit?"

"All things in their own time," Flemeth said. "For now, while we wait, I have something new to teach you."

Morrigan's eyes lit up with hunger. Kieran stepped back, he had never seen such a fire in his mother's eyes before. It made him uneasy to see.

The scene shifted again. Morrigan was frowning at Flemeth, as the old woman finished her lecture.

"And once the child has been conceived, and the soul claimed, you will return to me."

"For what purpose?" Morrigan asked. "What need have we for an old god's soul?"

"That is none of your concern. For now focus only on the task at hand. It matters not which of the Wardens you choose," Flemeth cackled. "Though I suspect I know which you would prefer. Their leader does seem like a fine specimen. And such pretty eyes."

"Mother!" Morrigan groaned, turning her head to hide her flushed cheeks. It lasted for only a moment, before her casual sneer returned. "And have I no say in any of this? I do not even want a child!"

"It will not be a child," Flemeth said. "Not truly. Simply a vessel for the old god's soul."

Morrigan scoffed. "Tis unlikely to be worth the effort, raising some infant until it is old enough to fend for itself."

"That is why you will not be the one to raise it," Flemeth said. "Simply return to me, and once the child is born I will take it in."

For a moment Kieran saw fear flash across Morrigan's face, but it was quickly hidden.

"I am surprised, Mother," said Morrigan. "That you would wish to raise another child."

"It is not so difficult," Flemeth said. "I raised you after all."

"Indeed," said Morrigan. "You did."

The scene shifted. They were standing in the regular Fade again. Kieran looked over at Solas, who had a pensive expression on his face.

"So," said Solas. "A ritual to claim the soul of an old god. What do you know of this?"

"Mother told me not to talk about it," Kieran answered.

"I imagine she would," said Solas. "If the ritual succeeded, that would be something I imagine she would not want anyone to know."

The scene shifted again, before Kieran could respond. They were no longer in the swamp, instead they found themselves in the middle of a forest. Tents made a rough circle around a central fire, except for one, off to the side with its own fire. Two figures stood before it, Kieran instantly recognized Morrigan and Aedan—now out of his armor and wearing heavy Fereldan clothing.

"Tis cold in my tent, all alone," Morrigan cooed in her most winsome voice. Kieran had heard her using that voice on Father several times. Usually when she wanted something, Father would say.

"I have some extra blankets, if you need them," Aedan said in a complete deadpan.

Morrigan smirked. "I was thinking more a warm body next to mine…"

"Are you sure of this Morrigan?" Aedan asked. "We can't afford distractions…or attachments."

"Are distractions so bad?" Morrigan said. "And whoever said anything about any attachment. No need to complicate things. I know this is what you desire. It is also what I desire."

Solas, who had been passively watching the scenes unfold, cleared his throat. He stepped between Kieran and his parents' past selves.

"Perhaps we had best explore another part of this memory," Solas said, guiding Kieran away from the tent.

"Why?" Kieran asked. "What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Solas said.

They wandered among the tents, where two people were sitting in front of the campfire. Kieran recognized Leliana, who had a light smile on her face. She looked happy. Much happier than he had ever seen her. The other person was a blonde man that Kieran did not recognize. He was cutting a wedge from a large wheel of cheese. Kieran realized this must be Alistair, his Father's former best friend.

Leliana was humming to herself, while strumming on a lute. She paused, looked up with a frown, glancing over her shoulder towards Morrigan's tent. She turned back to look at Alistair, who was looking up from his cheese with a confused expression.

"Do you hear something?" Leliana asked.

The scene faded away.

Solas breathed a sigh.

Kieran looked around, confused. "What happened?"

"Do not concern yourself with it," Solas said. "I suspect your parents would rather be the ones to have that conversation with you."

The Fade shifted into another scene, the same camp, but at a different location. A burnt and bloodied Aedan was entering camp, followed by the equally disheveled Alistair and Leliana, as well as an older woman Kieran did not recognize. She was limping, leaning heavily on her staff.

Morrigan stood outside her tent, not too far from where Kieran and Solas stood. She watched with an aloof expression as Aedan's injured party entered the camp. Kieran looked closer, her brows were knit in worry, and her eyes held a guarded, fragile expression that they had not before in any of the other visions.

"You've returned," Morrigan said. "Alive."

"And mostly unharmed," Aedan said. "When you said not to underestimate Flemeth, I think perhaps you needed to clarify that she would be turning into a dragon."

"I did not know what she would do," Morrigan said. "Just that it was an option. Had I told you she could, you would only have focused on preparing against that. What if she had used a different tactic?"

"I still would have liked to have known," Aedan said.

"And what of the Grimoire?" Morrigan asked.

Aedan sighed. "I have it here," he reached into his satchel. He gasped, and dropped the bag, a heavy leather bound book spilling out of it. Aedan clutched his side, grimacing in pain.

"You're hurt!" Morrigan cried, ignoring the book and closing the gap between her and Aedan. She led him to her fire. "Take off your armor! Did that old fool not heal you? What is the purpose of taking her with you if she leaves you like this?"

"I told her to focus on healing Alistair and Leliana," Aedan said, wincing as he sat down. "They needed it more."

Morrigan scoffed. "Those two are expendable," she said.

Alistair, who was passing by the fire, turned upon hearing this, a put upon expression on his face. "Hey!"

Morrigan ignored him. "We can ill afford to lose you," she told Aedan. "You should not value their lives over your own."

"If I really valued my life," Aedan said. "I would have left Ferelden a long time ago."

Morrigan slapped the back of his head. "Do not say that. I will not allow you to endanger yourself thusly."

"I didn't know you cared," Aedan said, chuckling.

Morrigan froze. "I simply think," she stuttered, her face turned away from Aedan, so that Kieran could see her flushed cheeks. "You are too valuable to lose."

"I appreciate the sentiment," Aedan said, taking her hand in his. Morrigan stared at it, before busying herself with removing Aedan's armor.

Once Aedan's armor lay on the ground beside them, Morrigan began applying salves to his wound, while giving him potions to drink. Once Aedan could move without wincing, Morrigan sighed.

"Just…be more careful next time."

"Of course," Aedan said, leaning down to pick up the grimoire. "Here."

"You found it!" Morrigan's eyes lit up. "This is most fortuitous. I will begin studying it immediately. Flemeth may yet return, but this will teach me what I need to know to protect myself."

"And if it does not tell you what you need?" Aedan asked.

"I will find something," Morrigan paused. "Whatever must be done."

Aedan stepped closer to Morrigan, taking her hands in his own. "You know I won't let anything happen to you," he said. "I will always protect you."

Morrigan's eyes widened, she stepped away from Aedan, the flush of her face could possibly be from the heat of the fire. "You…you should not say such things. You do not know what the future holds."

"I would have to be dead not to be there for you," Aedan said.

Morrigan held the grimoire close to her chest. "I must begin work on translating this," she said.

The scene shifted again. They were in a tavern. Aedan and Morrigan were sitting by themselves, the rest of their group nowhere to be seen.

"Morrigan," Aedan said. "There was something I was hoping to discuss."

"Discuss away," Morrigan sighed.

"About the other night..," Aedan said.

"Ah, I am not certain what to say," Morrigan looked away from Aedan. "I warned you did I not, I told you this was a weakness that was driving me mad. And yet you insisted."

"Do you really want to stop?" Aedan asked. His forehead was creased, in his eyes Kieran could see the hurt that Morrigan's words were causing.

"Yes. No. I do, and yet… I cannot," Morrigan sighed. She continued, tentatively. "'Tis all so…unexpected. I have no experience with any of it. And yet I find myself wanting it. Hungering for it. For you." She looked at Aedan, Kieran was surprised to see fear in her eyes. "That is not right, is it? That is not how a normal woman acts? I can see it in your eyes. Release me. Tell me that you wish to end this." Her voice was choked. "Make me believe you and I…will be grateful."

"I don't think I can do that," Aedan said. "Not while you are still here with me."

"Then I will go, if I must. If you tell me to go," Morrigan's voice cracked as she said this.

"But, I need you here," Aedan said.

"You miserable, selfish bastard," Morrigan cried, standing up from her seat. She swung her hand at Aedan, striking him across the face. Standing there she glared at him, but Kieran could see the anger draining away, to be replaced with grief. She reached out, taking his face between her hands, pulling him into a desperate kiss. She clung to Aedan, appearing as if she never intended to let go again. Kieran looked away, just as embarrassed as when his parents showed affection for each other in the real world.

Morrigan pulled away from Aedan, her eyes shimmering with furious tears. "You will regret this. And so will I. And…perhaps that is how it must be." She turned away from him, walking up the stairs to the second floor of the inn.

The scene dissolved.

"I don't understand," Kieran said. "Why are we seeing this? Why is Mother asking him to leave her?"

"Sometimes," Solas said. "Emotions can be complicated. Especially for one with little experience in them."

A dark room appeared before them. Lit only by the embers of a dying fire. Morrigan stood before it, alone. Her shoulders were quivering, and Kieran could hear silents sobs coming from her. After a moment she took a deep breath, turning to face the door just as Aedan stepped through it.

"Do not be alarmed," she said. "Tis only I."

Kieran had heard of this moment before. Mother and Father had told him, of the ritual, not what it entailed though, but they had told him where Urthemiel came from. But never before had he seen it. As Morrigan finished explaining her ritual to Aedan, Kieran never would have imagined the pain he saw in his Father's eyes.

"And if I refuse?" Aedan asked.

The question hit Kieran like a thunderbolt.

"Why would he refuse?" Kieran asked. No one answered. He looked around, but Solas was nowhere to be found.

"Then Loghain…" Morrigan was saying.

A figure appeared at Kieran's side. He looked very much like himself, but his hair was darker, his nose shaped just a little different. His eyes were narrowed, with a guarded expression.

"He's hurt," the other Kieran said. "Mother has been lying to him all this time. Everything she said, he cannot know if she truly meant it, or if she was only trying to manipulate him towards her own ends."

"But she did mean them!" Kieran said. "She loves Father."

Other Kieran smirked. "But he does not know that. Everything she said, it could all be a lie."

"Who are you?" Kieran asked.

"I am you," the darker haired Kieran said. "If the Hero of Ferelden refuses mother, and sends her to Loghain instead."

"He would never do that!" Kieran said. "He loves her!"

"Perhaps," said the other Kieran. "But he is hurt. So very hurt. He can barely look at her. It would be so much easier to forget all about her, and have Loghain perform the ritual himself."

"You expect me to send you to another man?" Aedan was saying.

"I care for you," Morrigan said. "And would prefer you to be the father of this child if there were a hundred Grey Wardens in the castle. But if you will not…"

"I'm not sending you to Loghain," Aedan growled.

"Then…?"

Kieran turned away. Behind him stood two versions of himself. They both looked exactly like him in every way. Except… One of them looked sad, not openly, but the kind of sadness that is buried deep.

"Who are you two?" Kieran asked.

"We are both you," they said. "But now Father has a choice. If Father accepts the ritual, then you will be born. But if he refuses it, one of us will be born. Because they loved each other, one of us will be born."

"But how are you different?" Kieran asked.

"I am you," the happy one said. "If Father refuses the ritual, but survives the encounter with the Arch Demon. If Loghain sacrifices himself instead of Father. My life is like yours. Father comes to find us, and we live together as a family. Except I do not have the soul of Urthemiel."

"Father will never allow another to sacrifice himself," the sad one said. "He will die killing the Arch Demon. And then I will be born. I never meet him, and mother loses the only man she ever loved."

"But I know he accepts!" Kieran said.

"Perhaps," the sad Kieran said. "But perhaps this world you are seeing is not your own?"

Kieran turned back. His parent were gone. He was back in the regular Fade. Figures were appearing from the mist around him. They all looked like him. But with small differences. Some were taller. Some were shorter. All had different color hair. Some had darker skin. Some had heavier features than his own, while others had lighter features. Some had ears with a light, almost imperceptible point to them.

"What is happening?" Kieran cried.

"This is the junction," the versions of himself said, their voices echoing as one. "The Hero of Ferelden must chose. Like so many others have chosen before him. Across infinite realities. The choice is made by every Hero of Ferelden that has ever existed."

"But my father is the Hero of Ferelden!" Kieran cried. "Aedan Cousland!"

"It would appear," Solas said, appearing at his side. "That the Fade is reflecting the infinite possibilities that this moment of choice represents. What if Aedan Cousland never made it out of Highever? What if another took his place in history? That is what these alternate versions represent."

"But…" Kieran said. "If all of them are me… Then who am I?"

"You are you."

"But they are me as well," Kieran said. "I could have been any of them."

"No," Solas said. "You are, and were always meant to be, yourself. These others are just shades, remnants of 'what ifs?' They are not your reality, just as you are not their reality. If any of them exist elsewhere, it has no bearing on you. Different choices could have been made, events could have unfolded other than they did. But you exist precisely because of those choices."

"Very well," Aedan's voice echoed across the Fade. "I'll do it. I trust you. But know this. I will find you. No matter what, I will never let you go."

The figures surrounding Kieran faded away, leaving only himself and Solas standing.

"Well that was most curious," Solas said. "And this explains a lot. I had sensed something within you. So it is the Old God soul. Curious that the Hero of Ferelden would stoop to such magics to save his own life."

Kieran rounded on Solas. "You saw what happened! He trusts her. That is why he agreed."

"I have no doubt that he trusts her," Solas said. "But after meeting her I do wonder if that trust was misplaced."

"You don't know her!" Kieran yelled. "Mother is not a scheming witch. She's my mother!"

"And you trust her even when she forced this burden on you?"

"I don't care," Kieran said. "I would accept it, if the choice were given to me. It saved Father's life."

"I wonder," Solas said. "How others would react, were they to know."

Kieran blanched. "You can't tell them!"

"I will not," Solas said. "Such a revelation would be a burden on you just as much as it would be on your mother. You are still young, and do not deserve that, for you played no part in the decision. Though I wonder, what Morrigan plans to use you for."

"She's my mother," Kieran repeated stubbornly. "She won't use me for anything."

"If you say so," Solas said. "I must go, it is almost dawn, and the assault on the Arbor Wilds will begin soon."

He faded away, leaving Kieran alone in the fade for just a moment, before he too awoke.

AN: I apologize for taking so long, I ran into a bit of a stumbling block with another fic I was writing, and it took a while to get back to this one. But don't worry, we're back to weekly updates here, since the other chapters are more or less planned out.

Reviews:

Spazapho – Morrigan has many reasons to want to blow up Hawke, ending it without an explosion would just feel sacrilegious.

Urazz – Oh yes, my Hawke was not very tactful. Mostly he just made jokes while everything was exploding around him. And Maxwell does own a castle, he's peeked at the expense reports for the repairs. That stuff ain't cheap. I'm pretty sure if I had Vivienne in this chapter the entire fortress would have gone up in a nuclear explosion. Though I do suppose Vivienne needs a break after her last appearance.

Bloody Song – Well, I'm afraid there won't be any overt sex scenes in by story. Or at least I won't describe them. But yes, that is exactly what Hawke and Isabela will do. Maybe I'll have them nonchalantly keeping a check list of places they still have to do.

Mr. Martin – Hawke definitely adds some needed levity, which is a shame that in the game no matter his personality he basically acted the same no matter what. Hence the explosion. It's what should have happened in the game. And I do like the idea of having him confront Vivienne about the right of Annulment. He'd have to wait his turn though, because Aedan has some choice words to say to her about her banter with Cassandra about how Irving would want more Templars since his tower was overrun with demons and abominations. Aedan really needs to hear that and he'd just bust out laughing. "You realize the Templars were useless right? I had to clear that tower out myself almost singlehandedly!"

Maryz – Yeah, I'm imagining that most Fereldan Wardens would be level headed about the whole thing. And really the reason we couldn't have more than one Warden is because they only wanted us to have two options of who to leave behind. And Loghain being spared just makes sense to me, especially if the HoF is going to make Alistair marry Anora, he might as well make sure Anora has reason not to treat Alistair like garbage. And yes, that was a reference to "Necessary Things", only I didn't realize it at the time. Subconsciously that was what I was remembering, I just had to reread it to remind myself that's what I was referring to. And as far as being friends, Aedan just makes friends easily. It's what he does. Shortcut? The shortcut in my mind. To make this scene work. Actually what I meant was she just goes through the wartable room. Yeah, I like Male Hawke's design, and I like Isabela. So for the sake of immersion those are the choices I make. She seems to be underrepresented in the DA 2 fandom. But that's why I'm writing my fic, other people can have their preferences, but I want to put mine out there. And don't worry, they'll have their time. I did enjoy writing Cassandra's look. Glad you liked it. XD And I do enjoy her romance, though for me it's a fairly even toss up between her and Josie. Cass comes out ahead by a slim margin. If there was a jealousy demon it would look like your character's love interest. Just imagine, two jealous Morrigans. I'll take a look at those short stories.

Adams7 – There will be more Hawke, though it will be a few chapters before we get there.

The Invisible Pretender – I was a bit on the fence about that part at first. On the one hand it may be a bit out of character. But on the other hand she gets pretty jealous in Origins, so it clearly does bother her. I could see her becoming anxious about infidelity after the amount of time they have been together. In Origins it was an easy matter of ending the relationship for her, but after realizing how much she loves him, the concept becomes far more frightening, because she knows she cannot pretend aloofness at this point. It would hurt, and there would be no way for her to hide it. Insofar as everyone is free to add on scenes and motivations to the Warden, after all I do it with a lot of fanfics too, thinking of the Warden as my own Warden.

Guest – Yeah, I'm half and half with letting Loghain live or not. In my headcanon he usually lives, but while playing the game I like actually having Alistair around for the end. But I could see Aedan going either way, since he wouldn't want to rob Alistair of his revenge. But then again, he knows how empty revenge can feel, because even after killing Howe, his family is still dead.

Tk137 – Eeyup, you can't have Hawke and Varric in the same place without something going massively wrong.

forty – I'm afraid I don't do songs in my fics, but have the chapter title. It kinda sorta fits.

Guest – I do really like Hawke's story, and it's nice to have that kind of game where you're not some legendary hero for the most part. But sequels do treat him like he's an amazing hero, when in reality he pales compared to the HoF. But, that's part of what makes him so interesting. But it's entirely within Morrigan's character to be jealous of her Warden's reputation.

clm – Fergus will make an appearance, but we've still got a few chapters before we get to that.

Axular – HoF needed a better publicist apparently. Like I said, I enjoy Hawke's story, but if we're going for legendary heroes of Thedas, I think the HoF ranks significantly above him. Heck the HoF's exploits are on the same level as Calenhad and Maric in my opinion. He only gathered together an army and defeated a Blight in less time than any Blight has ever been defeated. By a massive margin. I like to imagine that's a point of pride for Fereldan's. "Yeah we may be a bunch of barely civilized barbarians, but we've kicked the ass of every invader and whooped the Blight in less time than it took to defeat the Orlesians. Don't mess with us." And yeah, there are a lot of reasons to let Loghain die, but ultimately I think it's interesting to see where his story goes if you let him live. And we'll deal with Alistair and Aedan shortly here.

DemonicSaiyans – I like humor, and I like drama. But most of all I like characters being in character. Which is why I spend far too much time obsessing over whether I'm actually keeping them in character. And as we have determined, explosions are indeed fun.

Guest – Well, there's no indication in the game that she did anything like that. So if sites are reporting that I'd take it with a grain of salt. It's known that was her plan, but no indication that she's done it yet. And she better not, last thing I want is Morrigan to be living for hundreds of years after her family has long since died.

Guest – Whether Loghain was a good man or a bad man, I think we can all agree that Howe was a turd and deserved what Aedan did to him.

Guest – I did! Well, just now. Sorry it took so long, I had a minor motivational breakdown while I was trying to figure out how to get one of my other stories working. Hope you liked it. The answer to who was left behind will be coming in a bit, maybe two more chapters. Though I'm interested, when you say it feels like they copied Geralt, what do you mean exactly?

Anon – Thanks. And I'm afraid we haven't been in contact for a while. She moved on to other things, so I can't say that I know if she's going to continue writing at some point in the future.

Octavarium – Thank you so much for your review. I love Morrigan, so I had to write a fic for her, because I needed to see more of her in Inquisition. And I wanted more mention of the HoF from her. And then it kind of snowballed into what you see now. Future chapters are coming, and will probably keep coming for a while. Hope you like them too.