Honestly, I really felt down while I writhing this chapter so I sure this will be lame. They just talk and talk…Garr. I hate long conversation, it always make me boring to death and eat away my energy. Perhaps I'm some kind of hyper.

However, please forgive me if this chapter is unbearable.

Circle

"I should have known this. You're luring me to her trap." The old elf accused.

The sisters raised their eyebrows. "Excuse me. I thought you leaded us here."

"But you still…whatever…The thing just settled, I'll kill this spirit and use her heart to cure my people."

"Don't let your grief take over your consciousness, Zathrian." The Fade Walker borrowed her younger sis to warn him, she couldn't do anything that much as her use to be while she was in this condition but still had the power of words. "If the fighting starts here, your clan will come for aid you. And I think you know the result that could happen."

The clan was only family he has left, the risk of losing it made him hesitated.

However, the huge werewolf lost its patient. The beast hurled onward in aggressive. "Kill him now, lady. He will not help us."

"You…are talking." Vix gasped. "But I thought…the werewolf suppose to be…"

"Not 'every' of them, I can say it." Vera replied. "Honestly and truly…"

That was certainly strange answer.

"No, Swiftrunner. We have no need to kill him, violent never do anything good and that doesn't lift the curse anyway." The lady stopped it with her calmly voice.

"Such a kind words…" The elf satirized. "You attacked my clan, kill my people and you said you don't want the violent. Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe that?"

"That didn't lady's fault." Swiftrunner refused. "It's the accident. Lady commanded us to escort the Grey Warden but your scouts found us. We have to defend ourselves, and then the other group attacked your caravan in misconception."

Vera didn't seem willing to buy it, but she didn't say it out loud anyway. No matter what is the cause of attack, no one could prove it.

"That doesn't matter anyway." The sisters said. "Those elves have been cursed, and we need to lift it before worse thing happen."

"No. I won't. These beasts must suffer for their crimes. Don't you see? Although it could talk, it still acts like the beast." Zathrian still denied.

"I know what you're lost and I understand your grief, Zathrian. But those crimes happen in the long time ago; those human all dies or suffers for too long. The curse spread and hurts everyone, even yourself were burning in your vengeances for the entire century."

The elf mage looked through the Grey Warden's eyes. He knew she spoke true but it still too hard too accept.

"I…I can't do it. Every time I close my eyes, I still feel dead body of my child in my arms. The vengeance root within my heart too deep, maybe I too old to learn forgiveness."

"Please, Zathrian." Lady begged him. "I have been trapped in this form for too long. Please free me, my creator."

Only words couldn't lift the mountain. The Keeper couldn't let his vengeance gone. He mustered his force, tried to use the spell.

Doesn't faster than the Fade Walker, she pummeled his nape with Vix's arm that forced him fell to his knees.

"Sorry. But I can let you do that. I have to think about people who still live more than those who already die."

Felt like something pierced into her heart, those words made lady Warden thought about herself.

"Think about Lanaya, she still live and I believe you want to protect her. If the curse still exists, those cursed elves must become the werewolves in time and…you know that." She hate to used the threaten words, but it better than use brutal force.

Those words were true, Zathrian couldn't deny it. He was a Keeper. His duty was protect his people, not his vengeance. Still, he has some question.

"What about you, spirit? If the curse has lift, you will die too. Don't you fear the death?"

"You know me, Zathrian. I'm just a hollow creature which has no emotion. But you forced me to stay in this world, those days bring me many things but I can't understand it, I not belong with this world even these beasts help me find myself as I help them regain their consciousness." The spirit answered sadly.

"For me, death just something I has to face in time. I won't deny that, my creator."

The old mage back to his feet, sorrow and regret was coating on his face. "You shame me, spirit."

Shallow smile appeared on her face. "Then, you will help us? Will you lift the curse?"

He just nodded and closed his eyes. The radiant from his staff cycled around them. Whiled he stamped it to the ground, his flesh suddenly fell lifelessly. Zathrian simply has gone.

Just a few minutes after that, lady was bowing to the sisters and disappeared. Her green body became the dust that back to the Great Mother.

The green dust strewed with the wind, which was coating on the beasts. The brighten light flashed from them and spread around. Vix had to shut her eyes.

When everything was back to normal, lady Grey Warden slowly opened her eyes. She didn't see any werewolves. There're several human stood around the place, some cried and was holding each other while some just glazed at themselves.

"She…she's gone." A big man: one who stood near the place that lady ever stood said. He still shock but happy. "And the curse gone to, I'm back to my old form!"

Something was stinging in her heart, Vix asked him concerning. "What you're going to do now?"

"Get out of this place and find another human society, I think." He eyed at death elf guilty. "I done terrible thing to his people, which I can't undone. But I swear to you, I will do anything in my power to redeem myself."

The Grey Warden smiled. At least they doesn't take revenge to the other elves, the circle of vengeance must been stop.

"That is honorable idea. I'm glad you could think in that way. Elven or human also be the Maker's children. Although we couldn't live together, we shouldn't be the enemy."

He opened his mouth to reply but the wind was tearing, Vix flashed in incredible speed to grabbed the sharp object that hurled to his forehead.

It's an arrow. To be specific, it's a Dalish's arrow. Vera sensed the killings will in it, anyone who shot it must intend to kill this man.

Those human cried out, they're unarmed and lost their beast's abilities. If the Dalish want to kill them, they can't even protect themselves.

"Get out of here, now!" The sisters commanded. "We'll take care of these people."

"Thank you. We won't forget this." The curse-free people said and fled.

However, they might be able to go far if someone didn't stop a young hunter from shoot the arrows. Zevran appeared from the mist of forest to stand beside his fearless leader after stabbed that boy.

"I don't miss anymore fun, do I?" The assassin asked.

"Glad to have you at my side, but you doesn't kill him, I hope."

He snorted. "You're as strange as that stupid templar, to worrying about everyone even those who tried to kill you."

But she smiled back. "I know that is the bad habit, but it just me. I can't change that, as same as I can't change you. People are always different, we have to accept that and find some way to live together."

The Antivian's eyes coated with some emotion. In his entire live, he never found anyone who said that. This beautiful Warden is the very strange one.

Anyway, he doesn't only one who ignored Vix's command. The other hunter and huntress was attacked by the rest of her companions, even Wynne who used most of her power by healed the elves.

"You don't think I'll let you go to the fighting without me, do you?" Alistair asked and used his arm to shove the assassin aside. He doesn't want to let anyone stand that close with her.

Vix rolled her eyes, didn't sure she should pinch that beautiful stupid cheek or kiss it.

Sten dragged a huntress to her. That elf was disarm and her arms were twisting it up behind but she still glazed at lady Warden angrily.

"This woman is the leader." The Qunari said harshly.

"Thank you, Sten." Vix smiled. "But we have to bring her back to the Dalish, we can't just kill her."

Displeased, but he trust this one enough to follow her command. The giant warrior forced the huntress to walk back to the clan's temporary base. Left the other survives elf lay there, waiting for the rescue.

It wasn't easy to persuade the new Keeper. Lanaya was mourning after she has learned about Zathrian's fate and almost lose her grip. Also, another side of story from Mithra: a huntress who tried to kill ex-werewolf and claimed herself as a long-distant eye witness just made the thing harder. She judged the situation with bias and told everyone what she believes.

Tired, bored and furious, but the sisters have to play in peaceful way. Even though they succeed but these diplomatic and negotiation ate away their force. Debate isn't easy thing; you have to use your brain to think of some pretty speech and body language in the same time that you have to control your temper.

After Keeper Lanaya gave her word to help Grey Wardens and Mithra understood the truth, Vix need nothing but a long good sleep.

"I'm sick and tires of words for today. I'll stab anyone who raises another conversation." She declared with sleepy voice.

Anyhow, when she tried to back to the camp, shorter Warden clumsily crashed with something. Her hand was on her nose while she looked at that thing with dozily eyes.

"I suggest you to take a bath sooner and more often. You have smell of the hound." She jested.

Alistair didn't reply with word. He smiled and lifted little one up without her permission. Even though she protested with a smack at his broad chest, Vix rested her face on that and instantly dozed off.