So cold…whimpering, I shiver from the familiar ice cold stone cage of my cell, my body curled up into a fetal position as I cling to myself, shivering, crying, trembling as my fingertips, coated in crimson thread through my long, messy snow white locks now stained with hints of crimson. It hurts, it hurts so much, I whimper cradling my bruised battered and beaten from bruises littered all over my body, long with the small subtle scars, cuts and scratches as small leaks, droplets of ruby red trial down intermixing with the already darkened shade of red pooling below my beaten form. Brightly, my marks glow through my short choppy white blouse, the buttons already torn from the rough grip as well as wearing small short black leggings of sorts, only ripped and teared stained in crimson hand marks.
It hurts it hurts, I whimper are the raw whip lashings pulsing on my sore scared back from my ripped back of my shirt, crimson crying down from the tiny scars like a young child crying. My younger self stills, my laboured breathing freezing at the echoing footsteps approaching, the heavy stench of copper lingers in the air as well as my tongue being lathered in ruby red from my pleads, prior of wishing for this hell to stop.
"Now, now, as much as I love to see you bow down. We can't make any mistakes I'm sure you understand," I flinch from the familiar haunting voice shaking me to the very cover, freezing my tense muscles as the familiar discomfort aches all over as I am grabbed roughly by my hair, tugging me forward as I glare daggers at the bastard and his vints holding me back, wincing from the sore, stinging pain of my hair being pulled, almost numbing down, used to the treatment of my hair, hearing the faint rip of a few strands of silver white as I am presented to the sly scumbag.
"Such pretty hair, so youthful, I'm going to have fun pulling it once more when we have fun…"
No, no, no, please not again, it hurts it hurts it hurt-argh! I whimper, tears falling down my ruby red bloodshot eyes as the vint bastards begin to pound into my stomach, I fall numb hearing the familiar sound of my grunts, the crunch of bone, the newly fresh stench of copper lingers in the air as I feel the warm wet cold fluid around my beaten body as I feel another burst of water begin to constrict my throat making me lunge forward, hacking, coughing, choking, desperate for air as I vomit out a heavy spew of crimson, tears intermixing with the pool of red, creating a softer shade of pink from my tears. I moan, staring horrified only to release a shriek of cry feeling numerous jabs of pain below as I seethe, screaming bloody murder as I cradle my stomach as a waterfall of liquid courses down my pained bloodshot, black eyed blues.
"Argh!" Defeated, my body goes numb as I slump forward, breathing heavily saliva dangling down my mouth as his hands, his disgusting, blood scented, rough, wrinkly hands roughly grab me by the chin and the chain around my throat, tugging me forward making me whimper at the chain, my nails coated in my own crimson having already tried to escape only causing the sore, near infected battered cuts, near my throat as I glare weakly into his deranged, mad and most of all lustful eyes, those eye, I hate them, hate them, hate them…
"Don't fret soon you'll be in bed once more we just got to do the annual check-up, make sure there are no mistakes…"
"We can't afford them after all…"
No, no, no, no….not this, not this, anything but this, it hurts, it hurts so goddamn much, please no, no, argh! Loudly, I scream convulsing as I feel a familiar pain coursing through my entire body, stabbing me, torturing me, breaking me as tears and saliva course down from my bruised and bloodied lips.
"You'd be surprise what a single droplet of blood can do…" He snickers, his voice cooing in the desolate room as I scream bloody murder once more and begin coughing even more falls of blood until I collapse to the ground, grumbling.
"There now no little half-bloods around, scummy mistakes, tch, get her back to the chambers I'll play with it later…"
"After all your genetics are disgusting, knife eared scum, your entire species lost thanks to the might of The Tevinter imperium putting you lowly scum in place…"
Numbly….I stare in defeat as I'm dragged away, please stop I don't want this I don't…someone help me please…
Mediating, Solas concentrates focusing, only to frown as he turns to see a lingering spirit, a spirits of wisdom.
"Please help…"
Calmly, Solas stands approaching the spirits.
"What is it?" He questions curious as he sees the lingering spirit of wisdom almost pacing.
"My friend, she is in pain so much pain I wish to stop it…"
"A spirit of wisdom acting more like a spirt of compassion interesting," Solas muses to himself watching the spirit leave and he follows behind, staff in hand, ready to take on whatever is necessary until finding himself in Haven, finding…
"Fennic?" Solas stares surprised to see the trembling figure and quickly rushes over to her, cradling her in his arms.
"She's as cold as ice," Solas notes frowning concerned for the woman only for his eyes to narrow, studying the spirit of wisdom, caressing the unconscious mess that is Fennic.
"So much knowledge and yet she still refuses to share that knowledge…"
"Knowledge…?"
"I met her a while ago, her thirst of information over our people interested me and so I indulged her, I saw that familiar spark of intrigue in her eyes similar to yours…she too wishes to seek answers of her people…"
"Her people…"
"Your people…" Slowly, Solas eyes widen slowly turning to the spirt of wisdom.
"She too doubts the elven people of what she has been told. Believing there to be more and that is what brought me to her, she is different, she holds a wisdom I haven't seen in a millennia almost…"
Slowly, Solas' thumb gently caresses the cheek of Fen, a conflicted look in his eye as he stares down at the fragile girl in his arms, so strong, so kind, so smart, and so proud. He has not seen such intelligence for years, ever since his awakening, he had hoped to meet a similar soul and after so many disappointments, here she was in his arms, in pain…
"She wishes to speak of the knowledge she keeps but fears to…"
"Fears?"
"She fears of being hurt, being in pain, she has been hurt for so long she…"
"She's scared…" Solas catches on as the spirit goes quiet and sighs.
"Please…protect her…" The spirit of wisdom quickly vanishes leaving the two alone in the illusion that is Haven…
*How do you think Solas is feeling about Fen?*