Thank you for all your support and reading so far, I hope you will keep reading and enjoy this chapter as well. As always, please enjoy and leave a review, I love hearing from all of you. In this chapter we follow Selinis, Fenris will return in the next chapter.

As always Bioware owns Fenris and the rest of Thedas, all these other characters how ever are children of my over productive imagination!

Her heels echoed on the perfectly polished floor as she moved down the hallway towards a pair of intricately engraved wooden doors that depicted several figures approaching a golden city that seemed to be laid out before them as it floated in an empty sky. As she moved closer, her eyes flitted back to the figures and noted that one seemed to be separated from the group, as though they were just watching the scene before them. The doors slid open in a strange smooth silence that would have terrified most people. Luckily for her, she didn't scare easily.

The doors opened to reveal several groups of robed men and women, some with their heads bowed, while others watched every move she made as she entered the room, stopping at the edge of a set of stairs that led down to the council rooms floor.

"Magister Selinis Gwenaëlle, you do us honour by returning to us." a gold robed magister said as he gave her a sweeping bow.

Selinis turned her head slightly as though her silver eyes were indeed blind and kept her eyes as though they were looking beyond what they were actually seeing. It was a trick her mother had taught her, and one she had practiced on Fenris during the trip north. She knew she had mastered the skill when Fenris had asked her to stop practicing it on him. He said it made him feel like her mother had decided to return to the Imperium after all, and left Selinis in her place back in Orlais.

Instead of responding, Selinis simply nodded once and waited for someone to explain why they had requested her to appear in the council chambers. She had been in Minrathous for nearly a week when Fenris had entered her rooms in the morning with not only her breakfast, but an elegantly carved wooden scroll case that contained an official summons. Out of spite, and because she knew her mother would do the same, she waited almost a week before she decided to grace them with her presence.

Though she was still pretending to be blind, she could see that Denarius stood in a smaller group to the left of the room, his eyes locked on her as though she was meant to be able to see him. In truth she could, but even if she was blind as her mother was she would still know he was there. Her mother had once told her that even though she was blind, she could still see, just not the way mortal creatures did. She would see shapes and colors that would indicate magic, or the emotions of the world around her. She had explained to Selinis that everything in Thedas whether it was alive or not had a color or shape to her eyes, because of the way the fade existed in and around everything. In a way she cheated the fact that she had been blinded all those centuries ago.

"High Magister, we have called you to this council to explain why you have returned to us at this time." The golden robed mage said as he straightened himself up and spoke to the room, avoiding to gaze into her eyes. "As can be expected after such a long absence, We, the Imperial Council, ask for the reason for your return."

Selinis listened as gazed at nothing before her and noted that the magisters that she could see seemed nervous. There was something she was missing in this situation. Were they afraid of her mothers reputation, or was it just that they had been bad little blood mages since her mother had left. Selinis smiled wickedly, "Must I have a reason for my return? The Imperium is my home, despite the changes I have seen since my arrival." She said as she turned her head to face the golden mage.

This got his attention as he opened his mouth to reply, but found himself speechless.

"Honestly, lord Magister, I am beginning to feel I am unwelcome in a city that I helped create." She said her voice lowering as the room suddenly grew colder.

"No, High Magister, we just wonder what has brought you back to us on such short notice, no messengers save the one you sent to your estate were received as far as we are aware." Said another Magister form the back of the room.

"Am I being questioned on my actions? That would be a foolish thing to do, since my robes alone have aged longer than anyone here, or the great houses that they are rumoured to be descended from." She hissed as she began to walk down the stairs, the long black train of her black velvet robes dragging behind her.

Gwenaëlle had warned her about this situation. She represented a time where the council consisted of only seven members, one for each region of the empire at the time, and they were the most powerful beings in all of Thedas. This generation were nothing but vultures living off of the legends of those that had come before.

In a way, Selinis was disgusted by the so called powerful magisters, but in another way she pitied them. She, and the others were what the Imperium aspired to all these years, but could never be. After the 'old ones' had left the empire over the years, the younger mages, nothing more than lesser apprentices that had been left behind had taken over.

No wonder the Imperium had collapsed in on itself, she realized, her mother and the others had left it in the hands of their servants.

The golden Magister spoke again, his voice dry and cracked. "High Magister, we are at your service as always. We merely wished to offer our services should you have need of any of our skills."

Selinis tilted her head as she listened to him speak and forced herself to hold back what her heart screamed in her mind. They wanted to use her to find some kind of glory or hidden power. They wanted to be great. After a moment of silence she spoke in a voice no one would neglect to hear. "Need of your skills? Hardly. I will not be opening a path into the Fade anytime soon, for myself or any of you."

"I- I would never presume." The golden one spoke again.

"Of course not." She said turning to face him again, her eyes glowing white hot. "I came to see my assets and how they have faired through the years, and perhaps see how the knowledge of the Imperium has grown, if at all. Does this answer suit you and the rest of these pretenders? Or shall a demonstration be called for?" Good she thought as she stood still for a moment longer before speaking, now I have our attention. "By your silence I see we all understand each other, good. Now to business."

There we go some mage politics *shudder* more to come soon! Hope you like it!