Huh? Concerned, I glance at Solas leaving, looking conflicted while I glance at Fen looking as though she wants to kill everyone in sight, oh boy.
"That girl…she bottles a lot in eventually it will explode and cause such consequences," Giselle whispers as I turn to her.
"I don't know what to do about her, every time I try to ask about her, get her to open up she only partly does it only then to slam it in my face again," I sigh.
"It takes time," Giselle sighs as I glance worried at my friend, I hope she's okay she looks so scared…so, she reminds me of me apart from trying to be tough aspect…I feel a heavy pain in my chest for the poor elven girl only then to turn back to the feuding adults who exhausted, disperse from each one having enough of one another.
"The enemy could not follow and with time to doubt, we turn to blame. In fighting may threaten to us and Corypheus," Giselle whispers as I sigh missing this sense of blissful peace, a ceasefire often given to me when visiting my aunt…I sigh at the mention of her, I hope she is safe.
"Where is Corypheus now?" I ask worry evident in my tone.
"We are not sure where we are, which may be why despite the numbers and still commands there are still no sign of him, that or you are believed dead, without Haven we are thought helpless or he girds for another attack. I cannot claim to know the mind of that creature only his effect on us," Giselle explains as I nod in slight relief, I don't think I could stand another trek for a while; I sigh looking down at my numb and exhausted legs…
"But still yelling won't help, we need a plan, we need to calm down and think this through together, not argue like children," I reason.
"Another heated voice won't help even yours, perhaps especially yours. Our leaders struggle because of what we survivors witnessed. We saw our defenders stand and fall and now we have seen her return. The more the enemy is beyond us, the more miraculous your actions appear and the more our trials seen ordain, that is hard to accept no? What we have been called to endure, what we perhaps must come to believe," Giselle explains calmly as I bow my head in deep thought over her words.
"I barely survived, but still why would the maker choose me? Why would Andraste want a abomination to help?" I question as Giselle releases a exhalation. "The people know what they saw or perhaps what they needed to see the maker works both in the moment and how it is remembered. Can we truly know if the heavens are not truly with us?" Giselle questions silencing me.
"We spoke of how the black city was corrupted and the…the gods throne empty," I remark turning to Giselle for answers.
"Scripters say how magisters and servants of falsehood gods entered the fade, to reach the Golden City, seat of the maker. For their crime they were cast out as Darkspawn and their hubris is why we suffer blight and why the maker turned from us, if such of the claim of Corypheus. He is a monster beyond imagining, all of mankind continues to suffer thanks to him, even if a shred of it is true, all the more reason Andraste chooses to rise against him," Giselle explains.
"But he spoke of the throne being empty, what if I'm not…" I trail off fearful of the thought.
"If he entered that place, it has changed him out and within the living are not meant to make that journey perhaps these are lies he must tell himself rather than accept that he received the scorn of the maker, I know I could not bear as such," Giselle confesses as I release a tired sigh, exhausted from everything.
"Mother Gisele, I just don't see what I believe in matters, lies or not Corypheus is a real physical threat, we can't match that with hope alone," I confess sadly standing up, my eyes glancing at the quiet Fennic looking defeated, tired and overall fed up off everything as though she is in another world of hell, far worse than the one we are in.
Defeated, my shoulders slump and I make my way out of the tent in order to gather my pieces and think things clearly after everything. My heart aches when seeing the others so lost, so tired, so hopeless… frowning, my ears perk up at the soft footsteps as I turn to Giselle mouth opening as she begins to sing, a familiar and oddly calming song, a song my aunt would sing to me with my mother every night before bed…
Shadows fall
And hope has fled.
Steel your heart
The dawn will come.
The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come.
I raise a brow as I watch Leliana join in as well as others and a small smile crosses my lips as I begin to join in on the song, only for my eyes to widen mid song as many other survivors join in, bowing to me, much to my shock…
The shepard's lost
And his home is far
Keep to the stars
The dawn will come
The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come.
My eyes soften when I spot Cole kneeling down to Roderick…who I presume passed away. Rest in peace Roderick may the maker take you by his side even with the obstacles you have given us all, I hope Andraste gives you a warm welcome…
Bare your blade
And raise it high
Stand your ground…
I stand around, spotting Solas watching from afar, outside the camp, looing into it like an outsider…
The dawn will come
The night is long
And the path is dark
Look to the sky
For one day soon
The dawn will come.
"An army needs more than an enemy. It needs a cause," Giselle advises me returning to help those suffering as I release a tense sigh, feeling relaxed and more focused than ever…
Sadly, the chant ends as a sense of hope is given to us all, a small smile crosses my lips in awe of the power of the chantry, thanks to this, morale is boosted however I notice Solas join my side.
"A word," He turns to me and leaves as I follow Solas far from the camp, watching him expertly light one of the torches with a bright blue flame as he calmly looks down at the snowy grounds below us…
"A wise woman, worth heeding, her kind understands the most points that unify a cause or fracture it. The orb Corypheus carried, the power he used against you, it is elven. Corypheus used the orb to open the breach, unlocking it must have caused the explosion and destroyed the conclave. I do not yet know how Corypheus survived nor am I certain on how people will react to learn of the orbs origin," Solas reveals.
"How do you know this?" I questions surprised by his report.
"They were fokai used to channel ancient magic I have seen such things in the fade, old memories of older magic. Corypheus may think it Tevinter, his empires magic was built on the bones, my people knowing or not, he risks our alliance and I cannot allow it," Solas explains, my brow furrowed as I hear the clear determination evident in his tone, he really cares for his people, huh...
"This whole mess is confusing I can see how elves can be an easy target, someone or some minority are always blamed, it's sad how our mind can be," I sigh tiredly, guilty for our past discrimination and prejudice towards the elven people, taking away their magic for our own, it's horrible.
"History would agree, but there are steps for us to take to prevent such a distraction," Solas offers as I nod.
"I'll do it, whatever it takes," I sigh as Solas nods grateful and we separate from one another, both of us exhausted from these turns of events. I head back to my tent to rest…