It took every ounce of power he had within him to reach Vol Dorma, but with aching shoulders and staggering steps he dragged himself through the Eluvian and took a deep breath as he reached the other side. Morrigan had said she would bring the Mirror with her when they moved. He just needed to find the mirror in the crossroads and walk through, demanding to know where she was.

As fast as he could manage he made his way towards the right mirrors, passing through the labyrinth of broken history knowing it by the back of his hand.

Fear for his family was the one power that kept him moving, ignoring his wheezing breaths and the distinct taste of blood in his mouth. His ring was growing freezing cold with fear. She was in did not have time for weakness. He did not have time for the song screaming in his head. He had to find Kieran. He had to find them, he had to protect them.

"Isn't he beautiful?" she asked with a voice trembling with love.

"He is," he replied, unfamiliar with the warm feeling clenching in his chest "But then again, he has Urthemiel within him. She was a beauty, once,"

"This..." Morrigan hesitated watching the boy playing in the grass a few feet away from them "Be gentle. I do not wish to scare him,"

"I would never," Surana breathed unable to tare his eyes from his son "What is his name?"

"Kieran," she replied and he felt a lump form in his throat.

"You remembered,"

"Always, my love," she mumbled squeezing his hand for a moment before she went to their son calling his name.

"Kieran?"

"Mother!" the boy ran up from his play to hug his mother.

Surana stood where she had left him, dread seizing his soul for a moment. He thought about walking away. Leaving them with their happiness, but then he saw the boy staring in his direction and heard Morrigan say;

"I have someone with me that I want you to meet,"

"Father?" the boy asked eyes growing big as saucers.

Surana took a few awkward steps in their direction, unfamiliar with what was the right way to greet his son. Kieran, however, cared little for decorum. He ran up to Surana and threw himself around his father's neck, hugging him tightly.

"You are shorter than I thought," the boy blathered while Surana just hugged him "Your ears are much bigger than mine and Mothers,"

He couldn't explain it. He felt his very being tremble in the arms of this little boy. Everything that had been important became trivial, all that mattered was that this wonderful being was safe and happy. A love he had not felt for ages burst through the thick walls of his heart and he felt himself tearing up out of sheer joy of being allowed to hold Kieran.

Morrigan watched them quietly from a distance, as he met her gaze he knew she understood. She felt the same.

"Father, why are you crying? Are you sad?"

"No, no..." he mumbled his throat horse with emotions "Quite the opposite. I have never been this happy. I am so happy to meet you, Kieran,"

Shaking his head to get rid of the memories Surana stepped out in the Crossroads and marched up to the mirror he knew as Morrigans. It was black.

He felt his face twitch, his lungs contract and a scream of despair roll through his body and up filling he air around him. How was this possible? The mirror went two ways, to the Crossroads and out. How could it be black?

He started examining it, fearing it might have been broken but found no cracks nor other damage. It looked as if it had been rerouted. But how? No one knew how to reroute an Eluvian. If it had ever been possible it was a knowledge long lost!

He slammed his fist into the ground in frustration as he sunk to the ground staring at the black mirror. It would take him weeks to reach Skyhold without the Eluvians. How would he be able to reach them in time now?

Kieran.

He would not give into despair. He refused. He had to get up. Get to them. No matter the cost. It felt like a million shackles weighed him down as he got up and walked away from the Eluvian, but he knew that he had to reach them. There were other mirrors, leading out in Fereldan. He could reach Skyhold and make someone tell him where to find his partner and his son. He couldn't give up. He would tare up the skies to find them.

He stepped out in the old Tevinter ruin he had found soon after he left on his quest, not even giving himself time to stop and muse over that the Tevinters seemed to not have even returned to their camp in the months.

The ring was oscillated between hot rage and freezing fear now. He could only imagine what was happening to bring Morrigan to such extreme emotional states. He chewed up some jerky as he walked through the forest and chugged one of Veilas potions to keep his strength up. As soon as it was one with he changed into the raven once more, he could cover so much more ground in the air than on the ground.

He flew for as long as his body would allow it, landing rather roughly long past dark had fallen and huddled up under a huge pine tree to get some sleep. Maybe he could contact them in the Fade. Time and space were mostly irrelevant there.

The forest felt even darker in the Fade. Something was terribly wrong with it. Something was wrong with the Fade. He shielded his mind as well as he could and realized the feeling was that of… a draft? The veil seemed ripped or withering. He clenched his jaw, knowing this was not something that could wait, but also knowing that every minute he tallied was a minute less he could have to save his family.

Only the Breach could be a magic so powerful it would sunder reality like this. He muttered a curse as he started walking through the Fade investigating the area and its rips. It was horrible. Spirits were thrown through whether they liked it or not, warped by the trauma into demons. He could do nothing to help them.

So he started killing them before they came through. Some gave up their lives willingly, knowing what would come if they were pulled through. Others put up a struggle, but he had no real trouble with them. They were mainly wisps at this point.

Pre-occupied with his mercy slaughter of spirits he didn't sense her before she was close. It was her chuckle that announced her presence and he snapped around glaring at her, but lowering his staff. He knew that he was too weak to fight her.

"Flemeth," he growled through gritted teeth

"Faeron," the old woman replied watching him with a strange sentimental look "I have not come for revenge,"

"Good," he muttered, "Why are you here?"

"Morrigan needs you, they will both need you soon,"

"I am on my way," he replied with immense frustration.

Flemeth sighed, watching him with eyes growing softer and warmer by the second and finally gave him a small nod mumbling;

"What would have become of us if we found love so unwavering as the Wardens? Fate or chance… I can never tell,"

"I do not have time for riddles. Did you want something?"

"A new age is dawning, Surana, I doubt you will get to see it but… My daughter and my grandson will be very crucial for what is to come. Do not let the Dread Wolf snare them. I..."

She hesitated, watching him and then she chuckled and sighed.

"Neither of us will. I will help you reach them. And… I want you to know I never meant to force the change on her unwillingly,"

"Bullshit," he replied "You would need her body eventually and Morrigan would never give it up,"

"Not even to save Keiran?"

He felt his heart grow cold and without even noticing his staff grip changed and he pulled on the energy behind him to boost his magic.

"What have you done, crone!?"

"Nothing. Nothing," she sighed "Keiran is safe. For now. Morrigan… is not, but that is her choice, not my doing. You should rest, Warden. There is a fight coming. A fight far more dangerous than you have ever fought. But for now, allow me to be the grandmother and mother she always wished I would have been, and get you to your family,"

He gave her a nod and muttered;

"I'll go back to my body then,"

"That would be appropriate," she mused

As he woke up he was back at the hut. The hut that he had woken up in after Ostagar. The hut where he had searched for Morrigan but only found a Dalish after the battle of Amaranthine. He groaned as he sat up in the bed and glared at Flemeth that was standing over him, watching carefully.

"It eats away at your soul," she noted and he just gruffed for an answer "Death will not wait much longer, Fearon,"

"Death will wait until I'm god damn ready," he snarled back rummaging through his backpack after some of his potions "I will be in command of my life, not this blasted taint or anyone else,"

"You remind me of a son I once had," she mumbled

"Thought you only had daughters," he replied chugging the potion.

"No… and he too tried to kill me for love," she noted and Surana rolled his eyes

"I won't say I'm sorry when I'm not. I would die killing you if it was what it took to keep them safe. I'd end the world if that kept them safe. Thankfully for the world they need it to live in,"

Flemeth nodded and reached out, touching his face with that strange melancholic glance in her eyes.

"I know you would," she replied "I wish you luck in getting rid of the taint. If you do then you might even grow powerful enough to do all that needs to be done with her. I hope so. Losing you would break her heart,"

"She is not losing me," he muttered as he stepped back and put on his backpack as he walked out of the hut "Let's get going. I need to get to her,"

The pain shot through his hand and up through his arm with such force it drove him to his knees clutching his hand and yelping in pain. His mind grew blank with feart he next second, he couldn't sense her. She was gone. The ring was dead.

He was sure Flemeth was talking to him, but he couldn't hear a word. He could feel a downpour drench his hair, his armour and far off in the distance thunder. But all he could focus on was the dead piece of metal around his finger.

Morrigan

Like the gasp of a nearly drowned man coming back up to the surface, the ring jolted and he could breathe once more. She was alive.

The rain stopped.

He turned to Flemeth who was standing there, staring at him.

"Get me to her, now," he commanded and she gave him a disapproving glare but nodded.

"Manners. I do not know where the boy got it from," she muttered as she turned into a dragon and picked him up.

Surana did not care for manners, all he cared about was getting to Morrigan. She was hurt. Badly hurt. He didn't even notice that the Breach seemed to be healed.