WARNING: There is NSFW content in this chapter.

"Mercy." The familiar terse smile made me shiver. "For what it's worth, I am sorry." She always said that, always before she-

"DADDY!" Sissy was crying, blood dripping down into the dirt. Her screams silent in the night. Warm hands pushed me into the house as I watched more blood and silent cries.

"Not so fast." Hands grabbed me, yanking me further into the house. Red eyes watching, laughing around me. I couldn't fight him, his hands in my shirt and then I was bleeding.

I managed to cover my mouth as the scream built up. My other hand splaying at my neck, feeling for the gash I still remember so vividly. It wasn't there. I sighed.

That was the third time this week. I almost wanted to blame Cole for reminding me of Sissy but I had met him three weeks ago.

Three weeks…the time at the lodge feels so much longer ago, what with Patrice then the Breach and then the entirety of cleaning up the encampment, the disposing of the bodies. The sky was black for days with the plumes of smoke. And it wasn't just the Blades that had perished. We found a mostly perished Dalish Clan, Clan Revassan, had been moving through the hills and we helped them, as well as a few wandering merchants that had managed to get too close to a rift.

"Oh good, you're up."

I grit my teeth as Silvie, my new tent-mate began serving me tea. With the South Camp overrun by the rift that had landed just outside of it, there had been a shift in the assignment of tents and who bunked with who. I had the misfortune- pleasure if you listen to what the silver haired elder woman said- of being paired with her.

It had been at her insistence that the women should be paired up, as it was inappropriate for men and women to be sharing quarters, according to her.

Not that she wasn't wrong. But I missed Alon. Even before this, Alon barely spent any time at the encampment much less with me. He was always out, visiting the other camps setting up their camps so some of the rank can be shifted there so the burden of housing them wasn't completely on the main camp. Or he was making trips to West Hill and purchasing supplies, or out scouting when he didn't have to.

Didn't have to.

That's how I knew he was avoiding me and not just being extraordinarily responsible.

Silvie handed me my cup and I got out of bed for her to make my cot. There wasn't much. I let Silvie do it anyway, she opened up to me how she missed working under a Lord. She had worked in Highever before the blight, had been the personal maid to Lady Cousland when Howe attacked. Aedan Cousland had perished when he sent Ser Gilmore to get the servants out, Silvie being one of those servants.

"Alon is back." Silvie said offhand as she took my cup once I finished it.

"He is?" I sat up, pulling off my nightshirt. I threw open my double chest of clothes only to find it empty. "Silvie…. Where are my clothes?"

"I'm having them laundered, the condition you keep them in was atrocious." Silvie didn't look the least bit guilty. I glowered. "But you do have the new armor you can wear."

I was sure my eyelid was visibly twitching at her.

"I will walk out in my small clothes before I wear that ridiculous thing." I threatened. Silvie, ever the proper woman who couldn't allow a "young lady," such as myself, go out there merely leveled me with her own gaze.

She knew I was bluffing.

"The armor was made to denote your new rank. You can't simply walk around in our colors. You are the Maker's Seer, you have to look it."

I groaned. This cult was so stupid.

Maker's Seer this, Maker's Seer that. They had decided that on their own. I wasn't refuting the Seer part because what I had experienced during the Breach was very much like a Seer. But I by all means have NOT been encouraging them thinking I was sent by the Maker. I even remember flat out saying "I was not sent by the Maker! It was an accident that I'm even here!"

Emeric merely saying the accident was by the Maker's design.

There was no winning.

Fucking Andrastians. I wonder if the Herald was having similar issues.

I fucking hope so.

"Fine. Help me into it." I snapped at Silvie. Her brown eyes were laughing at me.

This new armor was less than stellar. Well no actually it was quite nice. It looked similar to my old armor only less… scout-y. It was a robe made of leather, therefore it was slightly heavier. But one of the problems I had with it was that it was very, and I do mean very, white.

I wondered if I could compete against Sebastian Vael for whitest armor. Thankfully it wasn't shiny white like his but it was bright and it would make me an easy target out fighting. But of course, I'm not allowed to go out scouting or hunting anymore.

"Stupid Emeric." I grumble as Silvie pulls off the sheet I hung over the armor stand, as though hiding the new armor would absolve me from having to ever wear it.

It was a one piece robe that clasped in the front but had laces on the back like a corset. Like a freaking CORSET! Thankfully it didn't behave like one.

I pulled on the blue tunic that would still mark me as one of the Blades, pulled the under trousers on and Silvie slipped the sleeveless robe on me, the hood lined in striped fennec fox fur and she laced it up. Tightly.

It wasn't that bad of a robe. Yes it was white and yes that seems like a really superficial reason to hate it but it WOULD mark me as a target out on the field should I ever see more combat. I also have a problem with the materials. You see the white leather… it was halla leather. The blades had actually gone out of their way to kills three halla to make me this. I did not want to run into any Dalish while wearing this.

Once it was on, I high tailed it out of the tent, Silvie shouting that she wasn't done. Something about my hair. I didn't care and frankly was a bit scared what she'd do with my hair. I clasped the vest-corset part by myself and grabbed my staff and its harness, slipping it on.

I scanned the encampment, there was twice as many tents as there used to be, and they were flush against each other, some bigger than others as long tents were used for the lower ranks to bunk together.

I couldn't spot Alon so I moved toward the garden. Frail was tending to his poisonous plants and I hovered over him. "Frail, have you seen Alon?" The small rogue turned to look at me and he sputtered and laughed. I punched his shoulder, "Yeah… laugh it up now."

"Oh… oh this is good. You must let me practice on you. You're too bright, oh Maker's Seer it's like I'm looking at the very visage of Andraste herself!" Frail cackled. I punched him a second time for good measure and reached for the nightshade plant, grabbing the slightly orange-red tomato and yanked the leaves off it and began eating it. Frail and others still don't believe me that the fruit is harmless, more tomatoes for me then.

I wonder if I could turn it into a sauce. I would kill for a pizza.

"Did you see Alon or not?"

"I saw Alon, he's speaking with Emeric in his cabin." Frail said between snorts. Frail was the only one that didn't change how he treated me, despite being one of the ones to insist I was sent by the maker. Well Brig also didn't change but the big guy and I always signed to each other.

"In the cabin?" I turned toward Emeric's cabin, another cabin was being built right next to it. Emeric had said they have relied too heavily on tents for too long and using resources recovered from the South Camp, he was having cabins built. Apparently there used to be more cabins originally but they had been destroyed when the Hills had been overrun by bandits at one point after the Fifth Blight, believing they could take advantage of the weak. "Alright thank you."

I left Frail to his cackling and marched right for the cabin, ignoring the looks of reverence from the other blades. Silvie stepped past me with a pleased smile as she carried a bag that suspiciously looked like my bag of clothes. No time for that. Alon was here.

I was about to knock when Emeric stepped out.

"Ah, Mercy! I see you're finally wearing the new robe." There was a twitch to his now overgrown beard that let me know he found it funny. "I'm sure Wilfred will be pleased."

"Did you know Silvie absconded with the rest of my clothes to force me into this?"

"Yes. Twas my idea." Emeric chuckled as he stepped away from the cabin. I could kick Emeric. Like right in the shins. Actually I could probably send a stonefist his way right now and no one would bat an eye, except I didn't want to as a familiar ginger stepped out of the cabin next.

"Alon!" I must have been beaming because he turned to me, his chin scruffy from him not shaving.

"Mercy…" Alon breathed, a smile lighting up his face as his eyes took me in. I flushed as they raked over me and settled on my bosom a second too long before meeting me, then he schooled his expression.

"Wait for me in the cabin you two, I have to check the horses are ready." Emeric called as he walked off.

"Horses?" I turned to Alon and he gestured into the cabin.

"Yes, you, Emeric and I will be heading to the North Camp, a mercenary group was spotted and it is our duty to ensure they understand-"

I commend myself. I waited until after he had closed the door before pouncing. His back slamming against the door as I pushed myself against him, mouth on his and he groaned. His hands gripping my hips, sliding up this ridiculous hall leather robe and going right to grope my chest.

I moaned, audibly. Two weeks is such a long time when we spent three literal days back to back being next to each other. I missed his skin on mine, his tongue, his lips, his…fingers. I shuddered against him.

"Mercy." He moaned, hands gripping my hips this time and then he was pushing me away.

"Alon," I panted staring at him. I didn't even know I had been running my hands through his hair until I saw the mess I had made of it.

"Mercy, we cannot."

"That's what you said last time we were in here." I grinned cheekily, reminding him of our tryst on the floor. His eyes darkened and he looked to the spot that was ingrained in both of our memories.

"I know. But this time… I mean it. We cannot."

"Why not?" I felt a twist in my stomach. I had an idea.

"You… you are the Maker's seer." I fucking knew it. "It would be inappropriate- no wrong for me to defile you."

"As if you haven't defiled me quite a bit already." I licked my lips and began inching toward him. He backed away, putting the table between us. I pursed my lips. "Alon I haven't changed." I slipped around the table and he moved to remain opposite me.

"But you have!"

"Exactly how have I changed? I'm still the same. Same flesh, same magic, same…feelings." I looked at him, pleading. He looked guilty.

"You have ascended, I imagine when you pass you will ascend to Andraste's side." I growled at his answer, and smacked the table.

"Fuck Andraste!"

"Mercy!" I climbed over the table and Alon moved backwards. I grinned as he bumped against Emeric's bed. He seemed to realize his folly as I advanced on him. His adam's apple bobbed and he held his hands out.

"Alon…" I slowed my movements down. "How do I look in my new robe?" I lifted the leather that came off the corset part and flared out like a skirt.

"Ethereal." Alon looked at me questioningly. Good, he didn't know where I was going with this.

"It's a bit tight, to be honest." I undid the first two clasps, revealing my loose tunic that displayed a fair bit of my cleavage. I watched Alon, his eyes on my bosom. "It's a bit hot too." I undid the laces of my tunic and it fell open, displaying my bare chest with no breast band keeping it in place.

"Mercy…" He groaned, his eyes flicking up to meet my gaze.

"Now… do you want me?" I stepped up to him and he swallowed hard.

"Yes." He reached for me, pulling me into a hot kiss, need driving it, but I pulled away. His hands were already pulling my tunic open more, but I swatted his hands away.

"Good. But you need to be punished." I grinned and lowered myself in front of him.

"Mercy…Emeric could be here any moment." Alon whispered harshly as I pulled my gloves off and undid his trouser laces.

"Then I better be fast." I smiled as I pulled his arousal out, admiring it. I pumped my fingers around his length, getting him full at attention before pushing his foreskin back and swirling my tongue around the head. I paid particular attention to his cock slit, my lips folded over my teeth as I swallowed his length slowly. I hollowed my cheeks and looked up to watch Alon as I fluttered my tongue massaging as I sucked.

He was gritting his teeth and flicking his gaze toward the door anxiously but his arousal never waned. He found this as exciting as I did. The chance of being caught like this. I felt my thighs become slick as I pulled more of Alon in, toward my throat. Not fully, because I couldn't deep throat, not yet anyway.

"Mercy…" he groaned, his fingers in my hair as he tried to halt the small thrust his hips gave against me. I hummed, and he grunted, his other hand stuffed into his mouth as he screwed his eyes shut. Yes. Yes. I used my hands on his sack, paying them attention, massaging them delicately and finding the base of his cock. I stroked it in time with my bobbing.

"Maker's breath…" He groaned as he thrust against my mouth and I felt my throat strain, tears pricking my eyes but I kept going.

How long had it been? Two minutes? Five? I lost count as I slurped around Alon, my fingers working the rest of his shaft and pressing at the base harder and harder. My tongue edged along the rim of his head and then pressed flat against his slit. "I'm going to…" I met his gaze, not pulling away and he groaned, coming into my mouth. As I felt the first splashes I pulled back away and sucked and swallowed, releasing Alon with a pop of my lips.

I grinned, satisfied with myself until Alon was yanking me up, his lips on me hard and then his mouth was on my breasts, fingers disappearing into my trousers and slipping inside of me. I gasped as he worked me expertly, knowing just how to time it and where to press. I didn't last long, my legs clenching around his fingers as I came. "Alon…" I moaned.

We didn't know when Emeric was going to walk in so we were righting ourselves immediately. I pushed my tunic back into place, this time properly lacing it closed and then clasped the robe closed. Alon was fixing his hair, already tucked in when I pushed against him to kiss but he stepped back and away.

"What?"

"Mercy… that will be the last time. I cannot monopolize your attention and affection. You are the Maker's seer. It would be wrong of me to sway you toward my own carnal desires." Alon said it out in one breath and sighed.

My gloved fist lit up with lightning. God damn, Andrastians!

The door opened and Emeric walked in. A knowing look passed as he looked between Alon and me but then he frowned when he saw my fist. His brows furrowed. I let go of the fade and sighed.

"Has Alon told you?" Emeric went back to business.

"Told me what?" I ground out as Alon walked toward Emeric.

"We ride to the North Camp, there is a mercenary group that I want to make very clear to them that they are not to linger." Emeric said as he pulled a small bag over his shoulder and pulled something out of it. "We'll also be stopping at the nearby merchant."

"Why am I going?"

"I thought you might have some… knowledge on the mercenary group. Have you seen visions of any sort?" Emeric handed me a small leather bag and I looked at it and then shook it. What…a coin purse?! I grinned.

"Uhh… no. But mercenaries." I squinted as I thought about it. Mercenaries in the Storm Coast. There was only the Blades of course but then there was also. "OH!" I grinned widely. "What did they look like?"

"The report says they look like a mismatched group."

"Yes but was there anyone note-worthy in the group?" I leaned forward, eyes wide and a smile spreading. Was it?

"A Qunari…"

Jackpot!

GreaterGoodIreland, That's not all for her abilities. It would have been boring if I revealed all of it at once but that was the start. Slowly more and more will be revealed!

beckycaresalot, Thanks for reading! I'm glad it's taking a different spin on the whole OC in Thedas story. it's what I had set out on.

5 Coloured Walker, I'd like to say your assessment is correct only that it is plot armor in a sense but not quite. Further along you'll see why it isn't.

Atsirk Enoh, Haha. It was tempting to have a scene where Mercy did that. But she very much doesn't want to be worshiped.