Loudly, the sound of clashing blades, screaming and the large thrust of the catapult as we watch from the afar, the snow avalanche cascades down the tall mountains, stopping the parade of our enemies, a quarter of them and killing most of them. I watch as the numerous small white lights of lanterns off in the distance are snuffed out, extinguished just like that from the once soft snow now a hungry avalanche, eager for food and devouring the soldiers of this Elder One. Who is this Elder one? Why do all this? What does he want with me? All these numerous questions surround me as I watch our battle, my brow furrowing as I shake my head horrified at those lost from this bloodied war, this is not what we want after everything we did, this still happens, it's a shame, a horrible disgrace..

Loudly, the crowd cheer at our heavy hit to the enemy's side, I feel Varric's hand pat my shoulder congratulating me as we both smile at one another, proud of our accomplishment. However our brief victory is destroyed by the fiery flame bursts of the catapult now engulfed in flames, horrified, we all look up at the dragon soaring through the sky, oh no…oh no…oh no…Nug's dung.

Quickly, we rush back to escae the horrific roars of the dragon, my legs burning as I feel a wave of fear flow through my veins as we continue to find shelter form the mythical creature. I turn back as Cullen and another scout, shut the wooden doors as we turn to the panicking people.

"Lead everyone back to the chantry! It's the only building that might hold against that…beast! At this point just make them worth for it," Cullen orders as I nod and with the others, we help fend off the troops climbing over the wall to cause chaos, bloodshed and murder but after wave of wave of creatures, we endure through it all.

Noisily, we heat the clang of metal as the doors of the chantry are opened as we all rush in, I sigh relieved of the wave of warmth from the flames of the candles, providing me some sort of comfort in this chaotic situation.

"Move keep going! The chantry is your shelter!" My eyes widen at the beaten and bruised Roderick liming over shouting, calling out to us as we all charge in, seeing him limp over and weakly gesture for us to come inside as Cole stands behind him concerned for the male. My ears pick up at the sound of a body and I turn to Cole, catching the injured Roderick, a pang of guilt this me at the sight of the beaten, bloodied and bruised mess.

Cole helps steady the male placing his arm around Roderick's neck, he sets the male down on the nearby wooden chair.

"He tried to stop a Templar…the blade went deep. He's going to die," Cole informs me sorrowfully as I nod sadly at him.

"What…a…charming boy," Weakly, Roderick smiles as my ears perk up at the sound of frantic footsteps approaching as I turn to the source, finding a frowning Cullen.

"Herald! Our position is not good, that dragons stole back any time you might have earned us," Cullen reports to me.

"I've seen an arch demon. I was in the fade but it didn't look like that," Cole reports as my eyes widen at the snippet of news.

"You've been in the fade!?" Shocked, my eyes widen at the enormous possibilities, ideas and hopes flowing through me only to frown. Now is not the time to question, we have to deal with the dragon, maybe if we get out of this live I can question him…

"I don't care what it looks like it's cut a path for its army. They'll kill everyone in Haven!" Cullen argues.

"The elder one doesn't care about the village. He only wants the Herald," Cole informs me as my eyes narrow, knowing what I have to do. If I do this, it will buy enough time and no more lives will be lost and no more families will have to mourn…

"If it will save these people he can have me," I step forward. I can't stand by as people who are fighting for me risk their lives for me in this dying battle.

"It won't. He wants to kill you. No one else matters but he'll crush them, kill them anyway, I don't like him…" Cole says sftly.

"You don't like…Herald there ae no tactics to help our survival, the only thing that slowed them was the avalanche we could turn the remaining trebuchets and have one last slide," Cullen reports.

"We're over run, to hit the enemy we'd bury Haven," I argue.

"We're dying but we could decide how. Many don't get that choice," Cullen sighs.

Slowly, I notice Roderick turn to Cole who slowly nods, glancing behind him towards the doorway of the war room and stands up after gazing at Roderick's tired and beaten expression.

"Yes, that…chancellor Roderick can help. He wants to say it before he dies," Cole whispers.

"There is a path; you wouldn't know it unless you made the summit pilgrimage as I have. The people can escape she must have shown me, Andraste must have shown me so…I…I could tell you," Roderick stands his voice hoarse and tired.

"What do you mean?" I question curious and eager for a escape route for the people.

"It was when I walked the path I did not need to start for it was overgrown now with so many in the Conclave dead. To be the only one who remembers, I-I don't know if this simple memory could save, it could be more than mere accident, you could be more", Roderick exclaims as I turn to Cullen.

"What about it Cullen will it work?" I ask desperate for a way to save the others.

"Possibly if he shows us the path…but what of your escape?" Cullen's face softens at my silence.

"Perhaps you will surprise it, find a way, be careful," Cullen whispers his soft brown hues meet my determined green as I give a short but resolute nod as he speed walks over to his troops.

"Inquisition, help chancellor Roderick through the chantry move, move!" Cullen orders as Coles stands to help Roderick up, steadying the pained male.

"Herald, if you are meant for this. If the inquisition is meant for this, I pray for you," Roderick whispers weakly as I nod grateful for his somewhat of a blessing as Cole guides him away.

"They'll load the trebuchets keep the elder ones attention until we are above the treeline. If we are to have a chance, if you are to have a chance let that thing hear you," Cullen whispers gravely as I nod smiling weakly as Cullen goes to help Roderick and help the people escape while I turn to the doors, my brow furrowed…

Here goes nothing…

Fen POV:

"Help!" My ears perk up at the cries for aid as Eve glances at them as we load another weapon watching the catapult strike and cause a avalanche.

"Fen!" Eve calls out to me as I nod in understanding; I disperse from her and go help those in the crossfire of the battle as the others deal with the waves of the army. I watch as Eve orders Cassandra to use her shield bash to save the black smith then turn back to the battle as the blacksmith manages to flee with the aid of Cole, using his rogue abilities then going to tend to the others in need of help. Meanwhile, I race ahead feeling my blood boil and notice my lyrium markings glow as I help another guard, outnumbered deal with the enemies, once completed and ordering the fool to head into the chantry.

I then turn to save the officer. Once completed, I watch from afar surveying the areas for others in need of help to see much to my surprise Dorian with the help of Bull save the potion brewer and his partner, huh never thought I'd see the day I'd see a Vint work with a Qunari. Panting, I ignore my burning lungs to turn to the source of flames as I glance to the side, seeing Sera help with Vivienne, an odd combination help the store owner.

My nose twitches at the heavy stench of ash, debris and flames as I hear the heavy roar of flames and turn to the tavern, hearing cries of aid as well as the sound of troops. This is going to hurt unless…sighing; I force my lyrium marking light feeling a sense of adrenaline numbing my sensations as I dive in. Determined, I rush into the heat of the flames, my body surprised and tense from the sudden chill to the sudden hot heat.

"Help!" I hear the tavern owner cry out as I dive in holding the wooden angel, feeling a wave of adrenaline pump through my veins as I scowl at the numerous guards and monsters coming in, which I easily kill with my blades and arrows.

"Go!" I shout as I grab one of my blades, tossing it and impaling one of the troops guarding the doorway as the tavern owner limps over as I allow the beam of wood that once held the tavern owner down and release it. Grabbing and steading the panting owner, holding her bridal style though the fiery flames as we leave. I ignore hearing the heavy crash of the establishment and turn to the chantry, bursting in as I watch numerous healers attempt to heal those in pain…

Heavily, I pant as Leliana approaches, wide eyed with Josephine as they take the woman aside.

"Mama!" I hear a familiar voice call out.

"Tommy!" The young woman, owner of the now destroyed tavern smiles, tears cascading down her frame as she envelops the young boy in a hug. I frown at the heavy pain in my chest at the scene and turn away only to hiss as I notice my markings beginning to dimmer and well…

Suddenly, I release a sharp breathe of shock as I begin to gurgle clawing at my throat as my throat feels clogged up as the heavy stench of iron stains my mouth and throat as I cough up, splatters of ruby red on the floor…shit.

"Fennic!" I hear Josephine panicked voice as I begin to cough out even more crimson.

"You used your lyrium too much!" Varric scowls at me as I feel his hand on my back as I continue to struggle to breathe, however I easily adapt to breathing through my nose, wincing at the stench of metal as I continue to vomit out copper.

"Heh…explains the strange taste in my mouth," I joke lightly, my voice hoarse from my numerous hacking as I feel my body being picked up.

"You fool," I hear the tsk of Solas and scowl as he takes me elsewhere.

Softly, he places my form down, my back leaning against the cool pillar of wood as I groan, staring down at my ruby red stained armour and scratches and cuts all over my form.

"You pushed yourself too hard, do you have a death wish?" Solas scolds me.

"I did what I had to," I huff.

"By had you mean foolishly risk your own life," Solas lectures me making me roll my eyes at him.

"Urgh," I hiss at the stinging sensation all over my muscles as I notice my gaze begin to worsen.

"You know…you don't look half bad all blurry," I slur tiredly smirking when I see his brief expression, flustered.

"You really are losing lots of blood," Solas jokes lightly as I choke lightly smirking.

"I saw what you did with that boy," Solas remarks as I frown puzzled.

"Huh," I whisper lowly my gaze going blurry as I lean into the warm touch feeling my gaze beginning to sharpen.

"He wouldn't rest until he saw you again, he would pace back and forth at the door refusing to sleep until he saw you safe," Solas smiles slightly.

"Stubborn kid," I shrug.

"Reminds me of someone," He jokes back earning a small chuckle from us as my ears listen to the argument to the side of us…

"The elder one doesn't care about the village. He only wants the Herald," I hear Cole's innocent voice exclaim.

"If it will save these people he can have me," I hear Eve answer earning a frown form both me and Solas. She can't go and be our martyr now, now when we need her, we still need that mark in order to seal the other rifts and help the others outside our reach, sacrificing her will do nothing but help Corypheus and his plan and secure his win…

"It won't. He wants to kill you. No one else matters but he'll crush them, kill them anyway, I don't like him…" Cole whispers as my eyesight begins to lessen and my hearing going in and out. However I decipher from my failing hearing of an escape route and leaving her behind…no way in hell.

"We can't just leave her, she's our solution," I hiss placing my hand on Solas shoulder in order to stand.

"No, rest," I hear Solas firm voice order as I hiss.

"I can't leave her; she can't stand up to him! She can't! "I hiss.

"How do you know?" Solas questions.

"Because we have fought him before!" I snap desperation evident in my tone as I feel Solas grip on me loosen from shock as next thing I know…my vision darkens and I feel a pair of warm hands wrap around my body, catching me as I shudder from both fear and exhaustion as I lean into the touch, feeling the muscular chest I lean on as….everything goes dark.