That mage saved me? Why? Perhaps she is good like her.
"Not all mages are evil Fennec."
"Oh please! You say that but just you wait, as soon as they feel an inch of fear, they will use blood magic, they are weak willed evil monsters!"
"Am I?"
"N-No you are different…"
"How? I wield a staff, I use magic; I am an apostate!"
"I…"
Scowling, I shake my head at the bad memory. I'm trying to improve my tolerance of these… apos-mages.
The girl saved me, not many mage would have the guts to save a stranger but she did. Perhaps she is different after all, she reminds me of an innocent doe thrown into the dark chaos of this stupid realty. In my opinion, this temple of sacred ashes meeting would never have worked, this war was to occur eventually from the tensions and extremists like him. I recoil at the memory of that…. That abomination. Scowling, I ignore the feelings of guilt instead its filled with a sense of betrayal.
I trusted that… that kaffas and I got burned.
I should have known.
I should have been more like my brother, distant.
"Hey!" The worried voice makes my ears perk up. Tired, I turn to glance at the huffing mess before me, the smooth crunch of snow echoes with her heavy footsteps, making heavy holes whereas mine are more quite and nimble.
"Hm?" I address the girl.
"Tell me what is your name?" I demand frowning as I realize I don't recall her name.
"M-my name huh about time someone asked me I guess? The names Evelyn Trevelyan you can just call me Eve," she grins widely revealing her pearly whites, no stains of sweets, alcohol and such. She offers me her leather gloved hand but quickly change, when she spots my scowl to her gloved hand. Calmly, I take the hand and shake it bringing a smile to her lips.
"Fennec," I answer.
"Shit!" My eyes widen at the familiar voice.
"Varric!" I call out; panic flooding in my veins as I dart towards the sounds of fighting.
"Wait!" I ignore the joint call of Cassandra and Evelyn as I jump down and draw out my blade, ending the life of a few beasts. Frowning, I spot the apostate too preoccupied to notice the shade form behind him. Quickly, I throw my dagger impaling the screeching beast, catching the attention of the elf as I dart forward, retrieve my dagger from the screaming beast, evaporating and smirk at the frowning apostate.
"I suppose we are even now," Solas smiles slightly.
"I told you part of the plan," I smirk as I push a nearby demon too close to us back and Solas fires an ice spell, freezing the beast and causing the beast to shatter into pieces of ice.
"Hold your ground!" Cassandra orders the recruits aiding the fight as she dives in, striking the nearest demon to her with Varric providing cover with the aid of Evelyn, using her fire to make the demons panic, giving Cassandra and Varric the chance to strike. In the end, the demons are defeated and the soldiers relax, wounded but alive.
"Quickly, before more come through!" Solas grabs Evelyn's marked hand toward the breach. Immediately, a bright neon whip attaches itself to the mark feasting on it as the small rift reacts, closing the breach in on itself and sealing it away. Impressed, I blink impressed and surprised by the turn of events, and here I thought this would end up with smoked human, huh I guess luck's on our side today.
"What did you do?" Evelyn questions staring down at the mark, her forest green orbs spark up from the flames of green as she smiles gawking, amazed by the power.
Evelyn pov:
Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my marked hand causing me to gasp in surprise.
Oh no! Please don't question the sweat. Yes I easily sweat don't judge me! I just get nervous. Thankfully, the elf is too focused on the breach to notice my clammy hands, thank goodness. Terrified, I bite my lip as I feel the burning sensation burn slightly but instead of the heat of the hungry flames devouring my hand, it feasts upon the rift making me feel a wave of magic, it reminds me of drinking the lyrium potions back home during training, when I ran out of mana. Smiling, I enjoy the brief nostalgic feeling as the rift closes. Yes thank goodness! Relieved, I smile at the closed breach, no more monsters at least for this area. I glance at the wounded soldiers; none are dead, thank goodness.
"I did nothing. The credit is yours," the elf informs me as I blink twice feeling a wave of pride and honour in me. I did that? I can do that? I… I can't believe it, I mean sure as a mage I can do some feats like make a rabbit appear out of a hat, make ice cubes for my drink or explore the fade, but that's all I can do. This, this is different, I'm different I can do something to help! I'm no longer useless. Grinning, I stare amazed at my marked hand.
"I closed that thing? How? Did I use the power of the fade? Oh or is it an unknown source of ancient magic? Oh or"-
"Either way you fixed it," my ramblings are cut off by the stern looking Fennec making me pout, she's no fun. Well at least she isn't being rude that's a plus. So I can help, I smile happily.
"Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach's wake and it seems I was correct." Another elf approaches, wearing…um, unique clothing.
"Meaning it could also close the Breach itself," Cassandra simplifies. "Possibly." The elf turns to Cassandra. "It seems you hold the key to our salvation," he addresses me making me blush at the attention, me a hero wow just like Amell, the hero of Ferelden. So cool!
"Good to know! Here I thought we'd be ass-deep in demons forever," The dwarf jokes and smiles at Fennic. "Aw and here I was just starting to enjoy the stench of demons," Fennec jokes smirking making me gasp.
"Oh my Andraste!" I whisper in both shock and horror.
"What is it demons?" Cassandra draws her blade, her eyes all over the place.
"No! She can smile! The elf can smile!" I point out making Cassandra groan and scowl at me as I giggle jokingly. "I smile to those I like not idiots," she frowns at me as I pout. "You're no fun," I sigh, arms crossed. "Be careful, Fennec your face may crack if you smile," the elf smirks as I giggle while Fennec scowls at the elf.
"Oh shut it egghead," Fennec scowls and storms off, leaving a frowning Solas and me giggling.
The dwarf approaches us to introduce himself, I presume.
"Varric Tethras: rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong." Varric winks at Cassandra, who scowls, causing me to giggle at the cute pair, they seem adorable together…
"You're with the Chantry? I didn't know the chantry accepted dwarfs… no offence of course!" I panic, fear embedded inside of me of offending him.
"Was that a serious question?" The elf chuckles as I look down feel embarrassed from my question.
"Technically I'm a prisoner, just like you and Fennec," Varric smiles.
"I brought you here to tell your story to the Divine. Clearly that is no longer necessary, " Cassandra reasons.
"Yet, here I am. Lucky for you, considering current events," Varric smirks at the frowning Cassandra.
Awkwardly, I look anywhere but here uncomfortable by the tension caused by Cassandra's killer scowl at Varric, most likely wishing Varric to be six feet under. Desperate, I try to ease the tension and spot the crossbow.
"That's… a nice crossbow you have there," I point out dumbly considering bows are not my main weapon, more of a staff girl myself.
"Ah, isn't she? Bianca and I have been through a lot together," Varric smiles softly at the bow.
"Oh boy, he here goes," Fennec face palms making me raise a brow at the frowning Fennec. "Ah come now, no need to be jealous Fennec," Varric teases causing Fennec to scoff, shaking her head smirking.
"You named your crossbow Bianca?" I question frowning at the name. "Of course. And she'll be great company in the valley," Varric assures me bringing a small smile to my face at his cheerful humour.
"Absolutely not. Your help is appreciated, Varric, but…" Cassandra steps forward only for Varric to copy. "Have you been in the valley lately, Seeker? Your soldiers aren't in control anymore. You need us," Varric reminds her as Cassandra glances at Varric and Fennec. Annoyed, Casandra releases a noise of disgust and steps down.
"My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions. I'm pleased to see you still live," Solas smiles politely at me making me smile, reassured to see a fellow mage.
"He means, 'I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.'" Varric jokes.
"You seem to know a great deal about it all," I turn to Solas, my eyes lightening up intrigued by the ideas Solas has conjured up. "Like you, Solas is an apostate," Cassandra inform me making me smile slightly. "A stuck up one," Fennec adds making me chuckle at the frowning arms crossed Fennec glaring at Solas who merely smirks, unfazed by Fennec's glare.
"Technically, all mages are now apostates, Cassandra. My travels have allowed me to learn much of the Fade, far beyond the experience of any Circle mage. I came to offer whatever help I can give with the Breach. If it is not closed, we are all doomed regardless of origin," Solas boasts making me scowl at the elf.
"Circles mages know as much as you do," I argue. "Oh really? Tell me how would you have made the mark not kill you?" Sola counters making me frown. "Well, I'm not well versed in healing magic so I couldn't but perhaps use the fade to help control the mark and stop it, if I wasn't unconscious," I trail off unsure.
"Perhaps however-"
"-Solas enough, either way you are both apostates, both stronger in different matter for example, she knows humility not like other apostates," Fennec steps forward, making me blink twice feeling a sense of admiration towards Fennec for defending me. "We should move on," Casandra reasons as I nod sheepishly glancing at the silent Fennec. "Thanks Fennec," I smile grateful. "Don't mention it," she exclaims making me smile even wider and try to catch up to her.
"And what will you do once this is all over?" I ask Solas curiosity controlling me as I try to ignore the rude remark from before. "One hopes that those in power will remember who helped, and who did not." Solas answers. "I hope so however it easier to remember the negatives than the positives of such tales," Fennec adds surprising us both. "Such wise words from a small elf," Solas smirks as I notice the scowling Fennec.
"You are not wrong but we can try, can't we?" I add trying to be optimistic.
"Keep that," Fennec states.
"Keep what?" I ask.
Gently, she distances me from Solas.
"Keep that optimism it will get you far, I recommend keeping away from the cynical elf over there," Fennec points to the scowling Solas making me smile at her cheeky smirk.
"You are such a comedian Fennec," Solas retorts sarcasm in his tone causing me to chuckle at the pair.
"Cassandra, you should know: the magic involved here is unlike any I have ever seen. Your prisoner is a mage, but I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power," Solas informs Cassandra. "Understood. We must get to the forward camp quickly," Cassandra decides our next move.
"Well, Bianca's excited!" Varric smiles.
"If Bianca's excited then so am I," Fennec smirks.
"This way, down the bank. The road ahead is blocked," Cassadnra orders.
"We must move quickly," Solas reasons.
Quickly, we all begin climbing down through the rubble. However as we get down, I stop in my tracks, my footsteps stopping against the snowy crunch of snow as my eyes widen, when I spot Varric and Fennec sticking together, talking causally. They know each other, they seem comfortable together; they must be good friends. Hmm… why does Varric's name sound familiar? I wonder…?
…Wait Varric Tethras?
Varric Tetris?
Varric… Varric... where have I?
...Oh it's on the tip of my tongue, I scowl at the annoying feeling of forgetfulness, I hate this it's on the tip of my tongue! He reminds me of someone but, the name rings a bell...
"Wait… THE Varric Tethras, the writer of Hard In Hightown and tale of the champion!" I squeal grinning, my hopes rising if this is THE Varric best friends of the champion. Oh my Andraste! Oh my Andraste!
"The very same, a fan I presume?" Varric chuckles as I feel a wave of giddiness and awe at the great writer. "Are you kidding? The tale of the champion was my favourite, the elf slave Fenris falling for the mage champion oh and the powerful elf that stood up for the mages…"
Slowly, my eyes widen as I slowly turn to the quiet elf, checking her gauntlets as my eyes widen as I feel the puzzles fit together when I spot a few hidden marks…
Oh my Andraste…
Oh my Andraste
OH MY ANDRASTE!
"YOU'RE THE ELF!" I squeal jumping up and down grinning widely as I fangirl over my hero, well heroine.
Fennic pov:
Eeek!
Wincing, I scowl at the giddy girl pointing at me jumping up and down like a lunatic. I notice a smirking Solas and smirking Varric.
"What?" I demand from the girl staring at me.
"You're Fennec!" She squeals.
"Yes. I told you that," I reminded her.
"No you're THE Fennec!" Her grin widens as I glance glare at a sheepish Varric.
Damn it Varric…