Here's another one. I don't own DAI or LOZ obviously. Enjoy this April chapter. No fool, don't worry.

The members of the Inquisition hurriedly followed each other through the small hidden passage out of the chantry. It was dark, narrow and stuffy from months of disuse. Not the best form of escape from the death-trap that was now Haven but the only option they had instead of being buried alive. They were packed together like fish in a barrel, scrambling in an attempt to get back to sea. The fittest rushed ahead so not to trample the elderly or severely wounded who were squashed wall to wall but dragged onward.

Once they reached the exit, overgrown with ivy, everyone picked up the pace. The sound of crunching snow was easily overpowered by the beast's roar which echoed in the air, striking the people with fear but bold determination to keep going. Those who sacrificed themselves by distracting the dragon would not die in vain. They had to get high enough up the mountain range as quickly as possible.

Muara had been walking amongst them, using her spear as a walking stick to climb up the mountain through the thick snow. The round eared child she had found was sitting in her other arm, curled up against her chest. It was hard to think someone so young had been caught up in such a battle. They must have been terrified especially if, unlike Gerudo children, they had yet to learn self defence or combat training.

"What is your name, young one?" asked Muara, looking down at the much smaller being.

"Christopher" murmured a quiet voice, head buried in her shoulder.

"Sav'orq Christopher. Do you hurt anywhere?"

"No. Just really cold."

"We'll be making camp soon and I'll make us a fire. Just wait a little longer, young one."

"I want my mama"

"Once everyone settles, we'll look for your family. They are sure to be looking for you."

"Really?" Christopher's eyes shot up to Muara's, searching for an ounce of hope past the tears threatening to fall.

"Really." she reassured. "Now, you must rest. It has been a long night."

"But what if the dragon comes? Or the templars?"

"Then we'll be ready for them."

Every instinct was telling her to settle the worried mind nestled up against her. Then, she remembered a song she heard when she was a child, one sung by her birth mother. It helped soothe her during hard times, when she was injured or upset. She was told stories that it could mend fatal wounds and cure irreversible illnesses but she always thought it was just an old legend. Even so, it helped soothe those who heard it.

Muara hummed the tune quietly into the young boy's ears. Even though she had no healing abilities, just listening to the tune would work it's magic. Letting the warmth of her voice wash over the child, his breath evened and he fell into a gentle slumber.

She decided to sit further away on the outskirts of the camp and made a small fire for herself and her ward, who was now nestled in her lap with Muara's arms wrapped around him. These people were on edge and she got wary stares from enough members to know she wasn't entirely welcome among them. Sitting in the snow wasn't exactly enjoyable but she needed to inspect her now naked feet as they had lost feeling under the soaked and partly frozen bandages they were bound by. Both were paled and frostbitten as she rubbed them between her hands, bringing them to the warmth of life once again. Though Gerudo's bodies were sturdier than other races, the drop in adrenaline from the fight and the high altitude meant the cold would affect Muara more intensely.

She shivered as she tried to focus her mind on her feet when the feeling of sudden warmth enveloped she looked up, she found no one there. The only evidence of their existence was a coarsely woven, woollen blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She instantly knew the only one who could do so was a certain spirit she had known for only a few hours but had come to respect. He was doing all he could to help those around him without seeking the recognition for it. How benevolent the sages must have been.

She wrapped the blanket further around herself till she had cocooned in the young child within, protecting them from the bitter cold of the night. She rested her eyes for a moment, exhaustion finally taking control as unconsciousness took her where she sat.

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The next morning was an early start. There was a suspected, deserted stronghold not too far north, hidden within the mountains, where the inquisition might settle. Like a herd migration, all followed one another at a slower but steady pace along the summit. Many were still exhausted from the previous night but determined to survive.

Christopher was perched on Muara's shoulders as she marched forward with the rest of the inquisition. It was the best vantage point, considering she was taller than most, if not all, the inquisition members, so he could look for his family and they would be able to see him. The child was still quite quiet, his little eyes scanning the flowing river people intently. Muara would occasionally ask him questions about his likes and interests to distract them from the growing fear that his family may not be found.

She had learnt a few bits of key information from asking the voe child. To act completely ignorant and unknowing to the world around her wasn't looked upon suspiciously by someone so young and any adult would say she was the one merely playing along to. Apparently they were at the border between two countries called "Fur Eldan" and "Ore Lay" whose residents included the round eared humans, the Hylian looking elves and a race called dwarves that were supposed to only grow as tall as Christopher was. It seemed to be quite inconvenient to be that small. Muara couldn't imagine being the size of an infant forever.

After many hours of walking, the sight of a stone building built into the mountainous landscape came into view. There was something else that caught Muara's eyes however, someone who didn't blend in. Near the front of the procession, she noticed a taller figure, possibly near her own height. grey, muscular shoulders supporting the weight of a head and two large horns.