This is it; this is the moment we, the mages, the recruits, the inquisition have been waiting for…
I feel my heat thumping madly as I feel a wave of adrenaline, fear and worry flow through my veins. What if this doesn't work? What if it makes the breach worse? What if-
"Evelyn ae you ready?" Cassandra's strong firm voice snaps me out of my paranoid thoughts as I turn to her smiling nervously.
"Y-yeah," I reply lowly, my head down as I try to force these thoughts clouding my judgement to the side. No I need to focus on the breach not worry, I can worry about all this later and regret my choices later…
Together, we all march down towards the beasts where a great battle once took place with an ogre and there I truly understood my role, my duty, my task at hand and now I will finish this task and end this chaos. Maybe after all this I can return to the tower or do something to help the mages, I think I'll have a nicely deserved vacation after this, spoil myself a little bit, heh…
Cassandra, Solas and I stand before the breach in the crater, nervously, my forest green hues glance around, analyse my surroundings as I support the dozens, the armada, the group of mages loyally standing afar, staffs in hand, a few I recognise like a frowning Anthony and such, but still they are armed and ready for this thing. They are all relying on me, I feel my heavy heart beat, frantically fearful of failure but I take in a few shaky breathes trying to calm my tense nerves and muscles as I look up at the neon green scar in the sky, the breach…
Relieved, I spot Varric and Fen side by side, above me, I give them a weak smile, good to know I have backup just in case of any ogres popping up again. Varric sends me a reassuring smile while Fen simply nods, bringing a smile of relief to my lips at the encouragement. Shakily, I take a step forward while Cassandra and Solas turn to the mages.
"Mages!" Cassandra grabs the mages attention.
"Focus past the Herald, let her will draw from you!" Solas declares as I take in a few shaky breathes walking towards the breach, glowing marked hand raised.
I can do this…
I have to do this…
I must do this…
Carefully, I raise my hand towards the breach feeling a familiar electricity like flow of raw energy almost burning my veins as I release a shaky breath, hearing the roar of the mages and clang of staffs on the floor, my eyes widening when I feel the raw energy of the mages magic flowing through me bringing brighter as I blink, flinching slightly from the raw light of the breach as I continue onwards, spotting a familiar cord of sorts, a link forming between my hand and the breach as I slowly tug the line like a game of tug and war and with a flick of my wrist, the breach is silenced.
Horrified, I stand back from the pulse wave of green energy hitting us, pushing us back into the ground. Pained, I groan from the heavy thud of the ground, my ears ring slightly but it quickly dies down as I hear a pair of frantic footsteps. Weakly, I force my eyelids to open only to spot a frantic Fen and Varric rushing over as I shakily stand. Once they see me okay, Fen approaches Solas as I watch her help him steady himself and Varric helps steady Cassandra.
No longer do I feel the bright burning sensation flowing through my veins, only my heart, exhausted begins to dull down back into its moderate pacing.
Fen pov:
"Oi, egghead get up," Gently, I slap his face making him hiss as I help him stand up.
"Did it work?" He questions weakly.
"If you mean work by magical green shit then sure it worked great," I shrug as Solas gives me a deadpanned expression sighing as we both stand up.
Eve pov:
I feel a hand on my shoulder as I kneel down trying to regain my breathe as I feel the ice cool metallic hand on my shoulder making me look up at Cassandra, we both stand up smiling to see the breach no longer in site, the only thing remaining is a scar in the sky, a reminder of our accomplishment. Proudly, I gaze up at the mark, we did this, maybe this scar can serve as a reminder of the teamwork between both mages and people alike as well as human and elves heh…
"You did it," Cassandra exclaims as I shakily stand hearing the roar, the cheer, the chant of the crowd in victory of our accomplishment. Together, I return to camp to celebrate.
Smiling, I watch as both elves and humans dance from the sweet melody of the bards, smiling when I spot Fen and Varric together drinking as I look up at the scar in the sky frowning. Who did this? Who caused all this chaos and how? I frown at these thoughts still clouding my judgement when I should be enjoying this…party, it's no ball but it's something I suppose considering with finances and such.
My ears perk up at the soft crunch of snow as I turn to Cassandra.
"Solas confirms the heavens are scarred. The breach is sealed. We've reports of opened rifts and many questions remain. But this was a victory, word of your heroism has spread," Cassandra reports to me.
"We all did this together not just me, luck just put me at the centre," I reason, not wishing to take all the credit when it's due to us all…
"A strange kind of luck. I'm not sure if we need more or less. But you're right, this was a victor of alliance, one of the few in recent memories with the breach closed, the alliance will need new focus," Cassandra reasons as I nod in agreement.
Shocked, my eyes widen at the echoing ring of bells, the warning alarm what!?
"FORCES APPROACHING! TO ARMS!"
What the heck is going on now!?
Fen pov:
Scowling, I stand up from the loud echoing of warning bells causing Varric and I to drop our drinks and stand.
"Oh come on!" Varric groans, frowning at the chaos that is about to erupt but I also notice him glance down at the stained snow where his ale is now spilled on the soft snow.
"To be fair that ale wasn't the greatest," I point out trying to be positive over our loss of drinks.
"I mean I guess but still," He frowns.
"It was no Hangman's," I shrug as Varric nods and we turn to the panicking group. I glance at the numerous people panicking, eyes narrowed when I spot a child fall into the snow and one of the screaming adults rush over, ready to stomp-
Quickly, I intervene, grabbing the fallen child and pulling him into my chest, saving the crying boy.
"Hey are you okay squirt?" Varric asks concerned as I look down at the terrified boy.
"I can't find my mommy!" He whimpers.
"It'll be oaky just stick to me, lets go to the chantry we will find her," I whisper kneeling down.
But my mommy, He whimpers as I gently place my gauntlet hand on his raven curls making his soft browns meet my blue pair.
"So what's your name?" Gently, I ask the sniffling little boy as I scan the bloodbath.
"Tommy" he whimpers.
"Always the Timmy's or Tommy's never Stuart, well Tommy what does your mum look like?" I ask eyeing the frantic people.
"Brown hair, brown eyes, white," He lists off innocently.
"Great, a generic appearance, she's going to be easy to spot," I mutter.
"Everything will be okay just relax and come with me," I whisper softly as Tommy nods clinging to my hand.
"Varric I'll meet with you later," I nod at him and he nods back as I rush into the chantry, leaving the boy in mother Gisselle's care.
"Take care of him, he's looking for his mother, plain looking, brown hair and eyes, white," I exclaim
"I understand be careful," She whispers as I nod tiredly.
"No don't go! You'll die!" He whines as I look down at the pleading boy and sigh, kneeling down feeling a heavy strange pain in my chest at the sight of the poor boy.
"Everything will be fine, stay with mother Gisselle okay?" I whisper softly as the little boy sheepishly nods and I stand up.
"Be careful," He whispers and I nod.
"I promise," I smile bringing a bigger hopeful smile to his lips as I rush out of the chantry and head out into the battlefield, scowling at the chaos before me…just great. Determined, I search and manage to catch up with Varric.
"This is why we can't have nice things," I huff scowling as I hear the panicked cries of the idiotic people, panicking will get us nowhere but they still do it, great.
"We should find the others," Varric reasons.
"Right, the gates most likely," I reason as Varric and I rush towards the gates finding Evelyn, Cassandra, Josephine and Cullen together.
"Under what banner?" I hear Josephine question puzzled.
"No banner," Cullen argues making Varric and I frown as well as Josephine who responds with a, "what?"
"You're joking," I frown at his simple shake of his head.
Loudly, we hear the desperate clash of wood making us turn to the wooden gates hearing the sound of clashing outside.
"I can't come in unless you open," The boys voice pleads as I spot Leliana and I looking at one another warily, unsure whether to allow this guest passage, he may be one of them…
However, the concerned and soft hearted Evelyn has a different idea; I frown as she naively opens the door as one of the troops staggers forward.
"This is why we can't have parties you always have the party crashers," I huff drawing my blade only for my eyes to widen as the bulky Venatori collapses to his knees, blood spurting out of him as he collapses into the snow now coated in red to reveal a meek boy, a platinum haired boy with deathly pale skin and a thin body frame, wielding a pair of twin daggers.
"I'm Cole. I came to warn you, to help, people are coming to hurt you. You probably already know…" The shy boy whispers, his head down.
"What is this? What's going on?" Eve questions as lost as I am as the boy points towards the mountains.
"The Templars come to kill you," Cole whispers.
"Templars? Is this the words response to our mages!? Attacking blindly!?" Cullen intervenes scowling as I notice the boy distant himself fearful of the armed Cullen. I notice Eve's concerned look for the boy.
"Cullen you're scaring him calm down," Eve exclaims as Cullen frowns but backs off, allowing the boy to relax.
"The red Templars went to their Elder one. You know him? He knows you…you took his mages there," Cole whispers pointing to the peek where my eyes narrow at the male in Templar armour wielding…no….no…how!?
"Varric is that what I think it may be?" I whisper quietly as Varric glances at me, shock in his eyes.
"I hope not, for Makes's sake," Varric whispers numbly as my eyes narrow at Samson, Cullen and I share a brief look asking if that is who we think it is and sadly its Samson. Well on the plus side good to see he's no longer begging like the pathetic dirt bag that he was and probably still is…but what really interests me is his sword, is that Meredith's no…it couldn't be, it broke.
"I know that man, but this elder one…" Cullen whispers as my eyes widen further in utter horror, fear and disgust at the familiar lyrium creature. I feel Varric's small hand grab my own, tightening around my own.
"We have to get out of here, we have to get you out of here," Varric whispers as I frown at the memory of Corypheus and our last battle, his obsession…his, urgh, I look away from the horrid memories and our battle. But…he was dead, we saw to it, we defeated him, we defeated it, how!?
"He's very angry that you took his mages," Cole replies as his army charges towards us marching closer and closer…
"Cullen give me a plan anything!" Eve pleads to him; I see the look of fear evident in her forest greens.
"Haven is no fortress if we are to withstand this monster we must control this battle. So get out there and hit that force we'll do everything we can. Mages move! You have sanctum to engage them. That is Samson he will not make it easy Inquisition with the Herald! For your lives! For all of us!" Loudly, Cullen declares as the crowd and his troops along with the mages cheer, raising their own weapons from staffs to swords to even shields. Each one of them scout, warrior, rogue; mage cheering, rooting, ready for battle. Smugly, I smirk when I spot a ruby red faced Eve staring baffled and amazed at Cullen's motivational speech…
"Come on you can make goo goo eyes at curly later," I smirk snapping her out of her daze.
"H-huh r-right," Shakily, she nods snapping out of her day dream and equipping her staff as she, Varric, Cassandra and I march on ahead, to help those struggling and to help as well keep the control of our battle…