The Athenaum was in chaos as Surana arrived, apprentices running around like frightened chickens that recently lost their heads. He pushed them out of the way half running through the marble hallways following the desperate howls of Veila. Her screams led him to Paulus quarters, where he nearly collided with a trembling Adriana rushing out with a bowl of blood stained water and vomit covered rags.

"Save us, save him," the apprentice whispered as she pushed passed Surana and Neva running down the corridor for more supplies.

The sight that met the two elves as they entered made Faerons heart drop. Henselt and Dan were holding Paulus to the bed, bruised and bloodied while Jana and Ohgren were holding Veila pinned to the floor. Her porcelainface was swollen from tears and the oppositionshe had posed to the Wardens holding her back. Faeron could feel the Veil tremble in the room due to the sheer amount of power that was being canalised between the sibling mages.

"Where is Frank?" he demanded as he took long strides towards Veila and his wardens.

Ohgren gritted his teeth and muttered

"The boy took out Frank and Kolt before we could restrain him,"

Suranas head snapped towards Neva who was still standing at the door staring at the chaos.

"I… it…" she whispered

"This is not a serious situation!?" Surana barked and tears welled up in the Dalish eyes

"He… how?"

"I sent for you hours before Frank died," Ohgren muttered, "What took you two so long?"

"She failed to see the urgency in her mission," Surana growled "Veila, do you hear me?"

"Let me go. Let me go! I need to help him. They are hurting him," the Magistrate did not tare her eyes of her brothers struggling body and her voice was no more than a trembling whisper.

"Hold her," Surana told Ohgren and Jana before he headed to the bed to asses the situation.

"He just went mad, sir," Henselt explained as he reached them "He started screaming, blood just gushing out of his nose and eyes, then... I think he was or is, possessed, sir,"

"I'll make that diagnosis," Surana replied and leaned in over Paulus.

His once pale blue eyes were white, every vain in his skin visible and his breathing was irregular and shallow. Surana sighed as he straddled the young man softly placing his hands on Paulus temples and closed his own eyes to focus.

There was a sharp gasp from the Dreamer and but a second of warning before his mind lashed on to Surana and forced itself upon his senses.

It was that searing pain throbbing through his head, like a migraine shooting through him and then lifting as his mind settled.

"I apologize," the spirit said as Surana opened his eyes and stared at his old friend Vigilance "I had to make contact you. I did not think it would take so long nor ware so upon the Walker,"

"You know better than to possess those of the flesh," Surana groaned rubbing his temples "What have happened?"

"It is Keiran," the Spirits voice was concerned and Suranas mind snapped into full attention "The one you know as Flemeth has made contact with him and taken him from the realm where Morrigan is,"

"What!?" Suranas fear and rage flared up like lightning and fire in the fade and Vigilance took a few steps back allowing the mage to gather himself.

"She has followed, I could not. They are deep in the Fade, places long forgotten and feared by most. I thought it would be the proper thing to do to tell you, since you are very dedicated to their safety,"

"They are in the Fade!? How!? How could Flemeth..!? I killed her!"

"It seems that you did not," the Spirit sighed "He is waking up, and the Wolf is drawing near. What plans the one you know as Flemeth has with your son I do not know. I was simply watching, staying vigilant in your absence,"

"Thank you," Surana mumbled fighting to keep his mind calm and to not panic.

"I will release the Walker now, please apologize to him for my intrusion. I simply had to relay these news. I will try to find them, and to keep you inform. I think it would be wise of you to try and come to their aid,"

"Yes. Of course," Surana muttered and waved away the Spirit.

He awoke on the floor, nose bleeding and with a terrible cough. Veila was bent over Paulus who was thrashing in the bed and Jana and Neva carefully helped their Commander to a chair.

"What happened?" the young Dalish asked and Surana gurgled some water and spit up the blood that was irritating his throat.

"I need to go," he muttered and could feel Veilas eyes burn as she turned from her brother to him.

"You…! It wanted you! You will not leave! Not without an explanation! You can not barge into my home, our lives, have my brother attacked and nearly killed and just walk out! I will not allow it!"

"Your brother killed two of our Wardens!" Jana barked back at the Magistrate "Who are you to make demands at us! The commander obviously did something that broke the demons hold of your brother!"

"Spirit" Surana coughed "Spirit. Not demon,"

"Is there a difference?"

"What does it matter!?" Veila howled her blue eyes flashing with lightning and anger "Get out! Get out the lot of you!"

She switched to Teveneand burrowed her eyes into Surana

"Not you! You will stay! How dare you endanger my brother!? After all we have done for you, for the Wardens!? I should tare the skin of your dying bones and feed your pathetic minionsto the Fade! Give me answers, NOW, or you will not leave this city alive!"

Surana groaned and glared at his Wardens who were about to unsheathe their weapons.

"Leave," he told them and turned his gaze to his enraged friend "Veila, get a grip of yourself and lay off the dramatics. I meant him no harm, and the Spirit in question was very remorseful for any harm it did to Paulus,"

"Don't you dare take that condescending tone with me!" she screamed smashing a vase on the wall near his head "Paulus nearly died!"

"But he didn't. And I really do not have time for these dramatics. I am sorry he got hurt. I need to leave,"

"Why!?"

"A friend came with a warning. Keiran is in danger. I need to go to him. To Morrigan,"

She stopped raging. Or at least throwing things. He could feel her burning rage and the fear of almost losing her brother still pounding in her chest, but she actedcalm.

"You will not survive the trip, Faeron," she said "You are too weak,"

He scoffed and rose from the chair, feeling frailer than he wanted to admit wipingblood from under his nose. He looked down at the unconsciousbut breathing Paulus and the blood stains on the floor beneath that probably was all that was left of Frank and Kolt.

"This is not up for debate," he replied "I am deeply sorry Veila, for any trouble I have caused you and your family. I am sorry he got hurt,"

"You are no use for Morrigan nor Keiran dead," she answered and he shrugged

"I'll make it. I always do. One way or another,"

"You can not beat Death,"

"People keep saying that. So far I've proved them all wrong. The book is what we need. I will send the others to fetch my research for you. I know I have no right to ask for more from you, but Veila; You are my only hope now. Avernus is dead. Nowhere but in Tevinter will my research be safe. The Wardens have betrayed me,"

He saw that she was hesitant. She was still angry, and afraid. He knew Tevinter too could be dangerous. Especially for a woman in her position.

"I..." she glanced down at her brother.

"I beg of you," he whispered, the words sticking to his throat as if they were coated with burrs "I have no one else left to trust,"

"Send me your research," she muttered with a deep sigh "I will make no promises of success. I will need to tend to Paulus and theAthenaum. They are my primal responsibilities, as you know,"

"Of course," he replied "I… will keep my distance until things have settled,"

"Good," her voice had a distinct tone of steel that told him it would take time for these wounds to heal "There are potions in the sun-room. Take them and leave, Faeron. I would hate for your friend to return..."

"Of course," he mumbled and left her to tend to her brother.

His Wardens stood outside waiting for him and he glared at them as he walked passed towards the sun-room.

"Ohgren, you will take the others back to Vigils Keep. Zevran will come and you will make sure he gets all my research with him. I need to go on alone,"

"Nuggs arse that you are," Ohgren argued but Surana ignored the ale-stinking dwarf.

He shuffled the potions into his bag and potions belt and did a quick rummage through his backpack to make sure he had at least a few days food and lyrium potions with him.

"Are you leaving now?" Jana asked staring at the commander "What about Frank and Kolt,"

"Oh damn..." Surana muttered "Frank… Okay, change of orders. Ohgren, take these recruits to Weisshaupt. Tell them Frank died fighting a demon, nothing more. I'll send a bird to Nathaniel to gather up my research,"

"Will you tell me what is going on?" the dwarf grumbled and Surana shook his head

"No, I do expect you to follow orders though. And..." he sighed "No nothing. Just do as I say. Leave at once. I will send news when I have any,"

"Blighted fuck" Ohgren muttered but he could see that there was no arguing with Surana at this point "Take care of yourself, Warden. And come back for us. I'm not freezing my nuts off in Weisshaupt for you to end up dead,"

"I'll be fine," Surana grumbled back slapping the dwarf on his shoulder "Didn't I tell you to leave already?"

"Fine, fine. Recruits, you heard the Commanders orders! We are leaving. Gather your stuff and get going! We are going to see the First Warden!"

Neva lingered, Surana glared at the elf as she did her best to not leave the room with the others.

"I am so sorry," she whispered and he scoffed and shot her a scornful glare

"At least you'll not that mistake again," he replied and she sighed and left to catch up with her comrades.

He was not leaving the same way as the others. There was no time. Instead he took his meagre luggage and headed to the roof and transformed into a raven, setting his sights on the Eluvian in Vol Dorma. As a raven he could reach the mirror within a day or two, not being held back by the others. There was no time to loose. He had to reach Keiran, wherever he was.