Author Notes: Well, I managed to get a little more written. The problem I am facing now, is that of changing perspective. How do I talk about the same situation from the point of two people in the same chapter? I ask because, I am not a pro at writing but I want to get better at this. If any of you could help me, I'd really appreciate it.

Also, I hope you enjoy the read.

"For the Wardens!" Mhairi's voice boomed as she thrust her sword down the darkspawn's chest. A painful gasp escaped the mouth of the wretched beast and a dark liquid gushed forth from its body. The darkspawn leader was finally dead. Vigil's Keep was quiet once again. The darkspawn threat that had taken the fortress by surprise was ended and the Warden Commander found herself unable to believe any of it.

So much about Solona's life had changed, and so suddenly at that. Becoming a Warden, fighting creatures as vile, as dangerous as the darkspawn and having defeated an entire army of them was something she could not reconcile with. These weren't the only unbelievale feats she had supposedly accomplished, though the others were far less fantastical. No matter who it was recounting the tales of her greatness, Solona always had that little bit of lingering doubt - How could she not know of her own achievements? Why did it not seem real? Why was there such a dark cloud over what was purportedly a year's worth of memories?

Musing over the topsy turvy nature of life right then, she felt herself getting drawn deeper into thoughts that would never occur before her harrowing. While she was lost somewhere in the depths of her own mind, her body slowly slid down to the ground with her back to the wall. And she felt a hand on her shoulder within seconds of being mildly occupied with unpleasantness. "You all right?" someone asked her.

It was Anders, being watchful of her; just as she remembered him. There was a certain beauty to the way Anders looked after her and about how this memory was still with her. On the one hand, there was a certain amount of solace in finding another friend after Jowan had gone missing under mysterious circumstances. On the other hand, were all those rumours that Jowan was a bloodmage and that she made his escape possible.

That created more problems for her. If the stories about her adventures in the previous year were true, she was responsible for letting a bloodmage free from the Circle and for letting him escape a second time, even though he was accused of poisoning the king's uncle. With Anders around, all the mage-haters she called countrymen during the Blight would want to pin his escape on her. It would be just about enough to put her behind bars for the rest of her life, assuming that luck would keep her safe from the Rite of Tranquility, or even execution. There were so many such things that she had done. Would someone put her away for it?

"Anders to Amell, Anders to Amell! Come in, Amell!"

Solona snapped out of her daze in seconds and from the oddest thing she'd heard in all her life. "What was all that?"

"Are you all right…?" Anders asked more slowly this time.

"Yes," she replied. "But what was that you just said?"

"Just a little style I invented. I used to talk to Mr. Wiggums that way when I was still in the Circle," Anders chirped back.

The answer made no sense to Solona, but she was no longer bogged down with worry. She smiled at Anders. He was always good at diverting her mind away from problems. She gestured for him to offer his hand so that she could stand up again. Her clothes had become damp from all the blood and sweat. The robes were clinging to her skin. A bath was much necessary and she was about to go downstairs to take one when another man – a survivor from Vigil's Keep – walked up to her.

"Commander, I owe you my life," he said.

With the darkspawn dead, everyone atop Vigil's Keep was beginning to let the fatigue take over their body. Oghren was already drinking from his hip flask. Anders was eyeing Mhairi while the latter began to remove her helmet. The survivor from the Keep was the only one who did not seem entirely relieved at that moment. He kept staring at the path leading to Vigil's Keep as if he was trying to see something in the distance. Within seconds, his eyes had found their target. "Soldiers on the road," he muttered. Then, turning to the Warden Commander and her companions, he said, "It seems we have more company. Hopefully, they're more hospitable than our previous guests."

Solona wiped a stray drop of sweat she found trickling down her neck while the rest readied themselves to face more hostility. Following the lead of the survivor, they all proceeded down to the gates.

The inbound soldiers too had approached the gates by the time Solona and the others could meet them. The survivor noticed that the soldiers belonged to the Royal Guard and that they were being led by a man in the most lavish plate armor anyone could ever have laid their eyes on. There was no doubting it anymore.

"It looks like I've arrived a bit late. Too bad, I rather miss the whole darkspawn killing thing," said the man in the extravagant attire. But before anyone could respond to it properly, someone gasped – "King Alistair!"

Solona was preoccupied but the words 'King' and 'Alistair' coming together had snatched back her attention. Solona turned in the direction of the voice to find Mhairi preparing to pay obeisance. It was certainly the kind of thing a soldier was expected to do when meeting the king of the country. Solona quickly did the same thing. She knelt down and stared at the dirt below. From all that Wynne and the others had told her, there were two Grey Wardens who made it out alive from Ostagar. The first was she and the second was a man – a templar – named Alistair. It was certainly an interesting coincidence that her Warden companion shared his name with the king of the nation. And it would be even more interesting if the two men were indeed the same person.

After a few moments of kneeling, Solona started to rise to feet, unable to curb her curiosity. As she rose, Solona made sure to observe as much about King Alistair as possible. She looked at him carefully, until her eyes met the king's. He said, "I wanted to come and give the Wardens a formal welcome. I dcertainly wasn't expecting this. What's the situation?"

From the way the king looked at her, Solona was sure that the he was addressing her. But all her words were lost to a strange feeling of deja vu. The man before her had a familiar face, an oddly beautiful voice and eyes that had put her in a trance. His eyes, they were happy and angry and sad all at the same time. It seemed more likely, now, that she had known King Alistair as more than just her king.

Author Notes: Thanks for reading. Do review or PM if you can help me with my predicament, or, if you liked the story so far. :)