The Lost Stories of Arlathan

by Nightranger45

"The Dalish have myths and legends of the gods; Of how Fen'harel locked the Evanuris away or how Ghilan'nain became the youngest of the pantheon. But they don't tell of Mythal's eldest child. Of how she rejected the attentions of Dirthamen or won a game of wits against Fen'harel without even speaking to him. You wish to know of your people dalen? Let me tell you of Lady Lavellan."

37. Chapter 37

She didn't know how to feel. Happy at first, certainly, but then-

Slaves running down the streets, openly hurt by their master's. But no. That's not it. No. Poverty and disdain. Better not go outside after curfew or Andruil can take you. Oh and how sad is it that the woman next door chose June? He'll be fodder for the experiments. Dingy doors. Messy walls. How is this my home? How can this be what it turned into?

A flash and a laugh; it became worse

Gilded walls and a wolf of doom. He would destroy us and you must let him. And oh- she was such a bright light until Dirthman got a hold of her. Now she's a shell. Soiled and sad. Servants skirting around his anger and- and Falon'din is trying for more power.

Her face changed the moment she came out of her mind. Magic shifted and changed around her as her golden eyes turned green and her face subtly changed so that there would be no immediate connection to her family.

Oh but I'm not done yet, you silly, silly child. Golden walls and the blood of being. Your family deserves the wrath that only you can give. But not yet. Not-

A wisp bumped against her leg in greeting and she was torn away for good. She smiled wide, "Hello friend."

It bobbed and flickered excitedly. Dancing around her.

She was glad to be home.