FUCK COLLEGE!

Also, I've been obsessing over JoJo's Bizarre Adventure lately. So I might do a story of it...

Not sure when, and I'm also not sure where to start in the series. I actually have multiple Idea's for it, just as I have multiple Idea's for Dragon Age.

DA: Ing. (3)

Abelas had witnessed her awaken a handful of times throughout the ages.

Each and every time was because some shem's had attacked the temple or had invoked her name for protection, the latter being the more rare as the shem had all but forgotten what she was the deity of.

Hale'Ethal, The Guardian Fox.

It was what the Shem's remembered of her. Thinking of her being a gentle goddess of Protection and Magic, which -while true -they had forgotten her hold over Prophecy and Life, along with how wrathful she could truly be. They had even forgotten her original name, just as they did The Dread Wolf, twisting her story into something entirely different then what had happened that day.

Although it has benefited us greatly thus far, he thought silently. Because they had forgotten what she ruled over, and the story told, they did not try and seek out her temple. To demand what their futures held, or bother her with their woes of lost loved ones.

And while he was uncomfortable with the world, wondering why Fen'Harel had separated the world into two, he was truly confused by what his men have reported after awakening unexpectedly again. The Sentinels had all awoken at the pure power surging through the temple. They thought they were under attack, but they found no force outside, no intruders skulking through their halls, and they all could still feel their immortality intact.

So what had caused such a reaction from their lady?

Abelas had gone to see what had distressed her so, and was surprised to see her standing in the well, eye's glowing with power as she stared into the distance.

It seemed the Shem's had invoked her name for protection, having been betrayed by their own allies and were currently being driven out of the Dales. The capital was cornered, and the Shems of the city had gone to the shrine they made for Hale'Ethal, praying and beseeching to her statue in hopes that she would answer and help them. It was what has awoken her, and Abelas himself could hear the voices in the air around her; 'Hale'Ethal please protect us!', 'Hale'Ethal guide us!', 'Hale'Ethal, Protector, Mother of Magic, we beseech you in our hour of need!'

"And so Granted."

With a pull of her magic the Sentinels witnessed as a massive floating city appeared above the temple, and a replica of it and it's citizens sent in it's place to fool the invaders. A new Eluvian, bearing armored fox's- the mark of her paths- appearing next to Mythals, leading to the now floating city.

The Shem had rejoiced in seeing one of their gods, in knowing that one of them had answered. They gladly took her Vallaslin over their current ones, even after she had educated them on what it truly meant, and devoted their life to protecting her.

He had not been impressed. Abelas did not see the point in training them when they lived such short lives.

Except...

The Shem had stopped aging...

None of his men could understand what was happening, the ones outside of the temple still died of age, their bodies still thinned and small while the ones here had seemed to grow to the true stature of Elvhen. No longer were they willowy in figure, no longer where they small and looked fragile.

Two hundred years passed before they had gotten an answer.

"They are my people now." Hale'Ethal stated softly to him, having awoken at the Sentinel's distress in trying to figure out how Immortality seemed to have came back to the previously Shemlen. "They wear my mark, so I connected my magic to them, to improve them. So long as they stay true to me, then I shall ensure they do not die of age." She then tilted her head in thought, "Though, there is the price of conceiving being difficult. At the very least until we have more space."

He was not the only one in awe that day.

Thus Abelas had started to truly teach the newcomers, imparting all of their knowledge and the correct history upon them. He was amused at their faces when he shredded their precious 'Dalish History', giving an actual faint smile as his soldiers rammed it into their head that all they knew was untrue. How Fen'Harel did not, in fact, have anything to do with Mythal's murder, nor that he had sided with any of the Evanuris to begin with. He told them the true tale of Hale'Ethal, of why she had 'disappeared', why she did no walk among them, and what truly started the war.

Again they slept for hundred's of years, only awakening when needed. The temple being more secure with the addition to their newest kin.

Granted it seemed that the ones not in the city at the time seemed to have survived somehow, and split up into clans, calling themselves 'Dalish Elves', and were annoyingly smug over their 'knowledge' of 'true elven history'. These pathetic faded remains made him sneer in disgust. Even the former 'Dalish' leader, Shartan, was disgusted with how far their people seemed to have fallen, how they would turn on their own kind because they were not 'Dalish'.

What baffled him was the statues of Hale'Ethal and Fen'Harel that some of the clan's had with them. Why would they have a statue of The Dread Wolf if- by their 'history'- he had been the reason she had disappeared?

Apparently they were for protection.

Supposedly Fen'Harel's statue were where they put offerings, so the wolf would keep malicious spirits away, so he would never 'catch their scent'. Some believed that he would protect more fiercely if a statue of Hale'Ethal was in view of his own.

Foolish, he shook his head. How was a statue of Hale'Ethal suppose to entice Fen'Harel (Who was still asleep last he checked) to protect them? If anything it would offend him that they thought a mere statue of her would make him do anything! As if he was that desperate!

His lady's statues were somewhere for the keeper's to pray, to ask for guidance with their magic and protection. The statue itself was of a womanly figure, not her actual figure, but of the willowy elven of current times. It showed her wearing a modest dress and a veil that only allowed the bottom half of her face to be seen.

They didn't even remember the purpose of the veil!

Everything about it offended Abelas deeply.

"It looks nothing like you." He muttered, looking into the pool where Hale'Ethal- Mythal's favored child- rested.

The reason he was awake at the moment was because a group of Shem had stepped into the temple. He had sent out some of his kin to deal with it. After some checking, he had determined that Fen'Harel still slept, and that there was now an organization of 'Templars' that were devoted to imprisoning mages in towers.

It also seemed that these shem were now drinking titan blood...

...which...well, he was not going to get in the way of the stupid if they sought death.

Abelas made sure that the floating city was well, it's inhabitants greeting him as he passed by and gathered Intel from the Sentinels who stayed awake for the purpose of gathering information. A few of Fen'Harel's agents had come by, informing them of their doing's over the years, and a few stopping by to pay respect to Hale'Ethal.

Other then that, nothing seemed to have happened since he was last awake.

Sometimes Abelas wonders how the people in the city could stand to be awake for so long, but then he looks down into the well, and he thinks he may understand wanting to be awake on the day his lady would awaken for good.

"Abelas."

He turned his head, looking over his shoulder, Shartan had changed drastically from when he had arrived. He was a bit taller then Abelas, but not by much, and he seemed to have decided to grow out his hair instead of shaving it off. The man and he were...friends, if he were to put a label on it. Shartan was the leader of Hale'Ethal's floating city while she slept, keeping things in order and gathering information. Abelas regarded the expression on the others face for a moment, before gesturing him forwards. "What news do you bring?"

Shartan purses his lips, "The shem's run for safety, there is a blight currently raging across the land of Fereldan."

Abelas frowned, eyes narrowing as he sends out tendrils of his magic to see if their woods were affected, but found nothing. He hummed in thought, "It has not reached here yet." he tensed, thoughts running on how they could fight off the corruption before it could even faintly taint Hale'Ethal.

"No. It would seem that the shem's think it a good idea to find shelter in unoccupied lands, to escape the blight." The other scowled.

Abelas growled, "They may very well bring the blight with them!" he hissed in fury, before relaxing at the soothing caress against his very being. His friend seemed to have felt it also, as he unclenched his fists, before both gazes flickered down to the well.

"Such corruption shall not befoul these lands so long as I am here."

Abelas smiled at how Hale'Ethal's voice whispered in their minds. "You need not My Lady." he received a chuckle.

"All is well Abelas, you need not be awake. None of you do. I am perfectly able to care for our home, now rest."

They protested a bit more, before bowing when it was obvious that she would not budge, and reluctantly did as told.

They woke again not even a decade later, because there was a tear in the veil that poured demon after demon out of it. Rift's were appearing at an alarming rate all around the woods, getting dangerously closer to the temple each day.

He wondered what idiot shem had fucked up so badly with things beyond their comprehension that this happened, but then a rift had actually opened in the city and he discarded the thought to focus on protecting his kin.

Eric had always been fascinated by legends and History, by the fade and all that came with it, by magic since he was but a boy of five. He loved how deadly magic could be, but still so beautiful to see. Loved to scour and find any books that could have the slightest hint of new information he had never known before, he had a particular fondness of Elvish lore, and spent most if not all of his coin on information about new discovery's. He had hundreds of books about magic in his room back home, from every branch he could get, even if he himself had no magic to speak of.

All he ever wanted to do was travel and learn.

But then the Conclave had happened, and his dreams of traveling, of not being restricted and doing what he wanted, was brutally put to an end.

He had only gone because it was, undoubtedly, history in the making. Be it good, or bad, it would go down in the books and he wanted to witness it. And all he had to show for it was a magical mark in his arm, people looking to him for guidance, having to be a leader...

It was too much. He had never been expected to do anything, he wasn't the heir of his house, wasn't even the second or third son. Because of that it was deemed that he didn't need lessons in politics, how to play the game, how to lead.

And yet here he was.

He was lucky to have so many friends. His closes being Varric, Solas, and Cassandra (despite how she had all but forced and threatened him into helping them). And while Varric and Cassandra were good company, he felt closes to Solas.

Because Solas wasn't uncomfortable with magic like the other two. He didn't look at him weirdly for wanting to know more about magic and the fade when he, himself, wasn't a mage. He told him of true magic, not editing it like circle mages did, not trying to discourage his curiosity and inflict fear like the chantry tried. He told him of the battles and history he had witnessed in the fade, how spirits reenacted them compared to how the victor wrote them. He even indulged him about Elvish history, about their gods, how grand and rich his culture use to be before it fell.

Solas was his friend. His best friend if he was bold enough.

And he would like to think that the mage thought the same.

So, when Corypheus targeted a Temple of Mythal in search for a way into the fade physically, it was no surprise that he asked Solas to come with him in the main group.

And so here he was, Solas, Varric, and Cassandra by his side along with Morrigan. They had fought long and hard to get here, they tried to avoid the elves wearing the golden armor as much as possible, he didn't want to hurt them.

Although it was strange. As Solas noted, any of the elves they saw that received a fatal wound, or were in danger of dying then and there, suddenly seemed to glow before bursting into balls of light that went into the Temple. Even he did not know what to make of this.

"Who is this?" Eric questioned, they had just found a statue of Fen'Harel on a balcony behind them. Morrigan and Solas snipping at the other about it being in Mythals temple, when Eric had noticed that there seemed to be another room behind a wall of roots and foliage. He had hacked his way inside, ignoring the two mages bickering, and found another statue.

This was of a woman, as big as Fen'Harel and directly within the wolfs line of sight. She wore a veil that had elaborate patterns along the hem, gold and jewels along her neck, wrists, ankles and what seemed like a corset. Her hands were cupped in front of her, head tilted down as if to observe what she had. He could see only the bottom half of her face, and what little he could see from under the veil were wrapped up. A dress seemed to conform to her figure before flowing out in a long train behind her.

He wasn't sure who this was.

Morrigan made a noise in her throat as they came into the room. "Not as strange that this should be here, but puzzling as to why it would be so close to Fen'Harel." she stated, making him raise a brow in question at her.

"And why is that?" Cassandra questioned.

"Because this is Hale'Ethal, youngest and most favored of Mythal's children. In the legends it was stated that Hale'Ethal and June had fallen in love with another, but that Fen'Harel- who had been obsessed with Hale'Ethal's beauty- tricked the goddess a few days before they were to marry to leave her room with him under the guise of friendship, before he sealed her into a necklace and hiding it from the rest of the world so only he could gaze upon her." she explained, frowning and the statue and at Fen'Harel's. "So why would they have a statue of her anywhere near Fen'Harel's, when it was The Dread Wolf who took her?"

Eric frowned at that, also finding it strange, before looking to Solas and had to blink at the sadness falling from him.

Solas was staring at the statue in grief, only to seemingly become enraged at the tale Morrigan spoke. "Again you seem to give Legends as much credibility as fact's, Lady Morrigan."

And thus the two bickered even more, Eric deciding that it was high time to finish the rituals and go to the next room.

It was then that he met the leader of the Temple Sentinel's.

Eric was so very glad that he did the rituals, as it seemed to have a part in decided to hear them out instead of attacking.

"You...Are unlike the other invaders." he stated, "You stumble down out paths at the side of one of our own. You bear the mark of magic which is...Familiar." he said, eyes narrowing at Solas and the mark, "How has this come to pass? What is your connection to those who first disturbed our slumber?"

Eric blinked, before answering, "They are my enemies, as well as yours."

The elf seemed to mule on this, before introducing himself, "I am called Abelas. We are Sentinel's, tasked with standing against those who trespass on sacred ground." he gestured to the ones currently pointing their arrows at them. "We wake only to fight, or when called, to preserve this place. Our people suffering with each invasion." he then started to pace above them, a predator deciding what to do with it's newest prey. "I know what you seek, like all who come before. You wish to use the Vir'Abelasan."

"'The place of The Way of Sorrows', he speaks of the well!" Morrigan whispered urgently.

But Abelas seemed to have heard her, his expression souring at them, "It is not for you! It is not for any of you!" he said forcefully.

Eric grimaced at this, he didn't really want the well, so long as they could keep it from Corypheus' grasping fingers then he was all too happy to leave it here with it's protectors. Yet, he had a feeling that this wouldn't be possible, and that short of destroying the well- which he wasn't sure these sentinel's would allow- that they would have to take it so the magister didn't. I really don't want to be the reason for the ancient elves being wiped out. He thought before looking towards Solas.

"Solas? Please tell me you can do something?" he questioned.

Said mage gave him a look, "What shall I say, Inquisitor? Shall I sway him from a millennia of service by virtue of our shared blood?" He said bewildered, "He clings to all that remains of his world, because he lacks the power to restore it."

Well, when put like that, Eric admitted that it was probably not going to work. And so Eric listened, asked questions, before deciding to accept the alliance that Abelas had offered. He was glad that he didn't need to fight them.

But then Morrigan ran off to stop Abelas from 'destroying' the well.

He thought she overreacted, seeing as he didn't actually say he was going to, only that it was a measure he was willing to take.

They fought Samson and saw Abelas and Morrigan racing to the well, trying to get there before the other.

When they finally arrived, he was shocked at seeing a few dozen Sentinel's standing around the well, all pointing their weapons at Morrigan- then at his group- with Abelas seemingly ready to fight.

Morrigan gestured to the ancient, "you heard him Inquisitor, he was going to destroy the well!"

Abelas scowled at her, "I said no such thing!" He hissed, "It is a measure I am willing to take if there is no other choice, but to do so would mean possibly bringing harm to her ladyship! A measure that is not necessary...at the moment."

Eric blinked at that. "...'her Ladyship'?" he questioned. "What do you mean by-...? What does the well have anything to do with Mythal's health?"

Abelas stared at them, brows furrowing, "...You...do not know." he said slowly, realizing dawning on him.

Morrigan seemed offended that Abelas insinuated that she didn't know anything about the well, "Do not know what?" she demanded.

Varric sighed behind them, "I have the oddest feeling that something life changing is going to happen." he muttered.

Cassandra grimaced and nodded as well. That's usually how these 'simple' missions with the inquisitor went.

The sentinel studied them, "What, exactly, do you think the Vir'Abelasan is?" he questioned.

"Knowledge. A well where thousands of years of Elvish history resides." Morrigan responded, only to frown as Abelas shook his head at her answer.

"As you have said, the well had such a purpose...once. That purpose has changed, the Vir'Abelasan is no longer a pool of knowledge, and as such you cannot use it, for to do so would despoil her." he then gave them a look that promised their deaths, "And I will not allow her to be."

"Her?" Eric questioned in shock.

Solas, with wide eyes, stepped forward. Awe was on his face, along with another emotion that Eric couldn't describe, "You...You are protecting someone who resides in this temple. None of you have let anyone step into the temple that you did not get rid of, and you have never left this temple since you've first set foot here all those thousands of years ago..."

Eric glanced at the pool behind the sentinel's, then back at Solas as his mind tried to catch up with him, "Solas...?"

Solas looked at him, "There is only one type of being that these people serve Inquisitor." he stated.

"Of course. Why wouldn't there be a deity in the pool that we're after?" Varric whispered with a sigh as everyone started to look at the pool.

Morrigan's eyes were wide, slightly shaking her head as she muttered to herself.

"Who...are you protecting?" Solas questioned.

Abelas paced slightly, wondering if he should say, before seeming to figure that they couldn't do much even if they tried with the amount of sentinel's standing between them and the pool behind him. "The Goddess Hale'Ethal."

"Well, Shit." Eric stated flatly.

Abelas was not amused by the Shem witch trying to correct him on his own peoples history. Trying to correct him on what had actually happened that day so many years ago, the sacrifice Fen'Harel made so the people could be free, so the world would not be destroyed by the treacherous Evanuris.

When the shems seemed to comprehend that Hale'Ethal was actually in the pool, the leader questioned about the possibility of Mythal still walking among them.

Which where the witch interjected.

'Elven Legends states' indeed.

"'Elven Legend' is wrong. The Dread Wolf had nothing to do with her murder, nor what has happened to Hale'Ethal."

The woman seemed shocked by his answer, "Murder? I-I said nothing of..."

"She was slain, if a god truly can be, betrayed by those who destroyed this temple. After it became clear that Hale'Ethal did not wish to bind herself to June, and that Mythal would support her, the Evanuris attacked." he explained.

"She did not wish to marry June?" Cassandra questioned in surprise.

"...No. It was June who requested Mythal to bind with Hale'Ethal, he had been smitten with her since he first laid eye's upon her." He stated.

"What happened?" Eric wondered, seeming interested in learning about what truly happened.

Abelas was all too willing to clear Fen'Harel's name, maybe the shem would be able to convince these foolish dalish that the wolf was not a bad person. "June reasoned that her power of life went well with his of Craft, thus the creators themselves must have wanted them together." He explained, head turned and watching the pool. "Mythal had seen nothing wrong with this, neither did the other gods or goddess' as June was considered a very weak god, thus those that did not support him saw no harm with someone as strong as Hale'Ethal being bound to him. His allies thought this the perfect chance to gain ore power in court, even their strengths out and make up for Junes weakness. It would not tip the balance of power since both sides would be equal. Because it was Mythal who asked, her Ladyship did not speak up her protest, unless asked if she wanted the bond." he frowned here, "If only we knew how far he was willing to go to have her." He whispered.

His eye's seemed to fog over, his mind going back to the day where everything fell apart. "Mythal had noticed how unhappy Hale'Ethal had become, no longer did she wander the gardens and sing, no longer did she create or give life, she did not dance nor smiled. The day before the ceremony all of the Evanuris and their people gathered to celebrate June's and Hale'Ethal's bonding. Mythal had decided to question her after spotting her silently weeping, she asked what had her shed so many tears, was she not excited for the bonding?" He paused, the memory of the event playing at the front of his mind. Watching the goddess shedding silent tears as other enjoyed themselves, sitting in the corner with Fen'Harel trying to comfort her. Mythal had joined them, drawing the attention of the other Evanuris, making many question on why she cried. A few, like June, had thought she was crying in joy, that her happiness was too much to bear. Yet most had seen the devastation on her face, on how she did not wear the jewels that June had made for her, nor the dress' commissioned for the party. Instead taking in the veil that had become black in color, drooping over her form as if in mourning. "...She could not lie. Hale'Ethal did not wish to bind herself to him. It was quite the shock. She admitted to falling for another and begged Mythal to not bind her to June." His eyes seemed to soften along with his voice, "She had declared that she would have no other then the one she loved. Mythal questioned on who it was, and was shocked to find that it was for her very own Sentinel Captain."

Cassandra gave a dreamy sigh at this.

Solas seemed to radiate an aura of grief from the story.

Eric stared at Abelas, his eye's taking quite a few things in and seemed to realize something. "It was you, wasn't it?" The Sentinel turned his head slightly towards him. "The one Hale'Ethal fell for."

"Yes," He looked to the ground. "It was The Dread Wolf who introduced us, he and I had been friends for many years. It was by chance that she wandered into the garden while Fen'Harel and I exchanged notes of a mutual interest. It was rare for her to be unaccompanied, as she had no guards of her own, and Mythal and Elgar'nan were protective of her to the point that most did not see much of her." Abelas smiled at the memory, remembering how she seemed to glide into the garden, the light shining off of her and giving an ethereal glow. The smile she gave them. "After that day I found that my thoughts would often drift towards her, that my eyes would wander to her person without my knowing." His smile grew, "She would seek me out. She would drag me to the gardens and sing, stating that as she had no Sentinel's of her own at the time, that having me there with her would make sure she was safe."

"What happened after she said she wanted to bond with you?" Varric asked with a frown. He did not like where this was headed.

"Mythal agreed. She allowed Hale'Ethal to bond to me instead of June, but the god did not like this decision. June was enraged that Hale'Ethal chose me, a lowly Sentinel- a thing- over himself." He said, hand briefly coming up to his face to caress the mark upon it. "He could not cope with the fact that she would not be his, and he had suspected that she loved another and prepared for it. He-" Abelas shut his eye's, a pained expression briefly settling on his face, before smoothing his features out. "He had created a necklace, a container, and when Mythal dissolved his request he- and those who supported him- acted before anyone could do anything. He shattered Hale'Ethal's soul, sealing the majority of it inside of the necklace as the rest scattered through the land, while the others slew Mythal. We fled here with Hale'Ethal quickly, some of us leaving to find and retrieve her soul fragments while Sō'unga kept the rest of it from fleeing her body." He spread his arms around them. "And here we are."

Morrigan's brows furrowed, "Sō'unga? Who is-?"

"As interesting as this is, and damn- this is getting pretty fucking interesting-" Varric interrupted, gaining everyone's attention. "We're on a bit of a time limit here. You know, before that crazy magister gets here?"

The group blinked at remembering that Corypheus was- indeed- still trying to get the well.

"Right, If the well isn't for knowledge anymore, then what is it used for? And why is Hale'Ethal inside?" Eric questioned.

"It was re-purposed to heal her Ladyship. Mythal had ordered us to protect Hale'Ethal, to use the Vir'Abelasan, before she died. And so we have."

"How is it healing her?" Solas, who seemed more Elvhen then the rest now that he looked at him, asked.

"It is filling the void spot in her soul, keeping her alive, but as this was not it's original purpose, the Vir'Abelasan took residence in her blood to safeguard the knowledge it had gathered, thus she has become the well itself. Yet because of this, It requires...help, to stabilize her." Abelas said vaguely. At the questioning looks he huffed, "As each servant of Mythal reached the ends of their years, they would pass their knowledge and their very essence into the pool, which in turn was used to stabilize her."

"If she is taken out of the pool, will she die?" Cassandra questioned in concern.

Abelas shook his head, "I...do not know, we have not dared to test and see what would happen if she was taken out." He frowned, apprehension appearing in his features. "The pool acts as a conduit that makes it easier to direct the essence and knowledge into her, and does not seem to have any ill effects thus far, but I am reluctant to even entertain the notion of taking her out, I do not want her harmed."

The group then seemed to discuss among themselves, seeming to argue about something as they pointed to the pool. He could see that Shartan was not happy about that, but made no move until it was certain that the shems would not try something...Stupid.

After a few more minutes they decided on something, Eric turning towards them with a determined expression. "Abelas would you be willing to move Hale'Ethal to Skyhold?"

Abelas frowned at him. "And why would I do such a thing?"

"Because Corypheus will stop at nothing until he either gains the well, the knowledge inside of Hale'Ethal, or one of the Eluvian's. Even with all of you here you do not stand a chance against him, we saw him die on the bridge, and he was able to regenerate from another body nearby. So if, by some miracle you were able to defeat him, he would come back because he already knows the location to the temple." He said, then jabbed his finger down at the pool, "He will come again, and again, and again. Until all of you are dead and she is left defenseless!"

The sentinel's behind Abelas shifted at this. They know that if what the shem was saying was true, that this thing could- in fact- do as he said, then it was only a matter of time before they were eradicated and their Lady left at the mercy of the creature.

Abelas thought on this, turning his back to them as he walked a few paces away towards the well. He stared at the form of Hale'Ethal in the pool, on her side and curled around the large white and gold orb that served as her foci, her veil and dress floating in the water. He then glanced at the floating city hidden behind some clouds, where children currently resided.

The last of his people.

The people that she cherished and nurtured.

"...You have shown respect to Mythal, and there is a righteousness in you that I cannot deny." Abelas said a last, "But what guarantee do I have that if I should move my people- move her- to your stronghold, you will not try and use Hale'Ethal and all the knowledge she holds to your own end?"

Eric shook his head, "We won't, if she decided to help of her own free will then we welcome it, but we will not force her." he sent a warning look to Cassandra and Morrigan. The former not too put out by this, as she like Eric only wanted the well away from the enemy's grasp, while the latter did not seem very supportive of this. At his glare, the witched huffed and looked away.

It wasn't agreement, so Eric would have someone watching Morrigan to make sure she didn't try anything.

"Hm." Abelas hummed, before turning towards his men. "Shartan, prepare the city for movement and signal any remaining Sentinel to retreat to it. Any Eluvian left in the temple will be destroyed once we move."

"Of course." he replied.

The Elvhen hurried into the Eluvian that lead to the city, once they were inside Abelas raised his hand and destroyed it. He ignored the exclamation from the witch, along with the confusion from the rest, as he stepped into the pool and made his way to the middle, where the goddess laid. Lifting Hale'Ethal out, Abelas made sure that he had a good grip on her, and that she was comfortable, before turning to the stunned shems. "We accept your offer."

Eric smiled in relief.

The moment the group stepped into Skyhold, Hale'Ethal stirred.

"Abelas?" She questioned softly as they arrived into a garden. Abelas stilling in his steps, ignoring the group of shems also standing still in surprise that she was awake.

"The temple was under siege, a being corrupted with the blight was trying to 'acquire' you." He said softly, checking her over. "I've had Shartan evacuate into the city, all that is needed is for you to move it here and destroy the remaining Eluvians." he quickly reported when her lips tugged downwards. "Our people are safe."

She hummed, mildly wondering as to why they seemed to be in one of Fen'Harel's castles, and who the elf with them was since he seemed familiar to her, before one of her hands let go of the foci and lifted it towards the sky. Power rippled through the air, and next anyone knew, a floating City was above Skyhold and a new Eluvian appeared in the gazebo.

"Maker's breath!" Cassandra said in awe and worry at the city suddenly there.

Morrigan looked at the goddess with hunger in her eye's, witnessing such a feat with such little effort made her crave to know what the divine being in the elfs arms knew.

Varric sighed tiredly, "This tale of yours is getting more ridiculous as we go. A Lost Temple, An Ancient race of Elves, an actual fucking Goddess? No one is going to believe that this actually happened!" And he thought being friends with Hawke was crazy enough.

"Well, when put like that, it does sound far fetched." Solas nodded in amusement at Varrics plight. He received a rude gesture for his troubles, making him chuckle. "Apparently, from what I gathered from their conversation, that city in the sky holds the last remaining Elvhenan from the time of Arlathan." And oh, how excited he was at this bit of information. Quite a few of his people were still alive, have been alive for hundreds of years!

"...huh...", Eric was just happy that he took the deal with Abelas instead of becoming enemy's with them. He was sure his party would have died, seeing as there was no way they could have taken on an entire city of Ancient Elves. And that's not even taking into account how fierce Abelas would be in defending her, seeing as he was fairly in love with the goddess. "Thats...not going to fall on us, is it?"

"Thats a very valid question." Varric agreed, warily eyeing the City.

Abelas seemed offended at this, "Of course it will hold! Her Ladyship is not so weak!"

"What are they saying?" Said goddess questioned curiously. She hadn't encountered this language yet, it sounded very...brutish. Then again, most languages do when compared to any Elvhen. She mused.

And any Elvhen Language sounds like a flat song compared to Draconic. Sō'unga commented smugly.

A little bias.

Hmp.

"They question you on your ability to hold up the city." Abelas answered dryly.

She blinked at that, bewildered as to why they questioned her after seeing what she just did.

The Sentinels stood guard around the garden while Hale'Ethal sat on the grass, enjoying the sun beaming down on her as she listened to the on-going's around her.

The soft sound of grass scrunching under foot reached her ears.

Abelas stood by her, observing as Solas made his way to them. His eye's flickering from him to the goddess.

Solas observed the two, looking around the garden and making note how it was only sentinels and elvhen workers occupying it now. The chantry workers, nobles, and most humans avoided the area now. He had heard that some of the chantry workers had expressed their distaste about an elvhen 'Goddess' being here, and how they tried to tarnish Hale'Ethal's godhood status. A few of the braver nobles had tried to 'teach the elf her place', and had stalked towards her with malicious intent.

Both incidents were dealt with by the many sentinel's lining the rooftops and garden itself.

"Hello, Hale'Ethal. It is good to see you survived that day." Solas spoke softly.

Her head cocked, turning towards him as she felt the magic around him. It was muddled, almost faded but-

"Fen'Harel?" She questioned in surprise.

Abelas stiffened at this, taking another look at the mage in front of them. "...What has happened to you?" He questioned after confirming that he did, in fact, have the same magic signature now that he was looking for it. He glanced at Fen'Harel's smaller height, the paleness of his skin, the dullness of his eye color. "You look..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

Luckily Fen'Harel knew what he spoke of, he gave an amused smirk as he held up his hand to observe it. "Yes, I know. I needed to replenish my strength after putting up the veil, I looked myself when I first awoke. This before you-" He gestured to his current form, "Is part disguise- as no elf of this day and age look anything like us- and part consequence of being in this deprived world for a year."

Hale'Ethal made a noise of understanding, before pouting. "But why did you rid yourself of your hair? It was very pretty."

Abelas agreed with her, "Yes, while this does suite your current look, I cannot help but agree with vhenan. Your hair was quite distinctive." He mused, arms crossing as he tilted his head to look at the wolfs current form more closely.

"From what both our agents informed me, Haven was a very cold place. No climate controlled wards or magics around it. Not even a heating spell in the cabins." The goddess commented. She paused briefly, made an exaggerated head movement towards the top of his head, and as stoically as possible said, "You must have been very cold."

Abelas made a choking noise as he jolted in his spot.

Very similar noise' could be heard from other sentinel's.

Said elf frowned, running his hand along his head a bit self-consciously at his friends words. "Why are you so fixated on this?"

"You were very protective of your hair, Lethallin."They both answered. The vivid memory of the wolf dodging Mythals attempts at touching his hair, along with the ridiculous lengths he went to to avoid any of the other Evanuris from doing so as well, was at the forefront of their minds.

Thus, it was understandable that both were baffled by their friends decision to cut his beloved hair just to seem less as far from his original form as possible.

"I-It was to blend in better!" Solas defended.

"Liar." They said.

"From what I've observed the...elves...of this period have long hair as well." Hale'Ethal pointed out. She guessed that the wolf had tried to do some high tiered magic, but because of how weak he is now, it probably backfired.

Which meant it probably resulted in something happening to his hair, that forced him to shave his hair off.

She told him so.

He refused to look at her.

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"I know of a spell that can grown your hair-"

"Please do!"

Hale'Ethal stared at the red tear in the veil.

Abelas did as well, giving it a thousand yard stare as he had just now figured out why it tore the first time.

The two ancients turned their heads accusingly at Solas.

The latter refused to meet their gaze.