*Heads up a lot of shifting perspectives up ahead from Fennic to Eve*
Shocked, my eyes widen when Clarel strikes at Livius taking him by surprise as he falls to the ground from the shock attack.
"Clarel wait!" Livius pleads but Clarel shakes her head, angered; sending a spark of a lighting attack at the dragon perched upon one of the many towers of the fortress, glaring down at the warden.
"Help the Inquisitor!" Clarel orders as the dragon roars releasing its fiery breathe down upon us as Dorian and Iron Bull take cover as Solas places a protective hand on me and I him, huddled together behind cover as Eve takes cover with Hawke and Stroud. Meanwhile, Cole is hiding with Sera with the others fearful wardens. Focussed, we stand up and chase after Livius through the hallway our eyes widen as I grab Solas hand, dragging him to take cover as the dragon releases its fiery breathe, peering through the hallway gaps until giving up and soaring back into the sky as we continue our way through the fortress.
"You…you destroyed the grey wardens!" Enraged, Clarel storms over to the frightened Livius staggering back, releasing weak bursts of fire as Clarel unfazed shrugs off the fire strikes, too infuriated to be fazed as she and Livius have a mage off, magic off, either way Clarel is seething with rage, her eyes glaring daggers of utmost fury at the smirking smug magister, not fighting back against the powerful mage.
"You did that to yourself, you stupid bitch. All I did was dangle a little power before your eyes. And you couldn't wait to get your hands bloodied!" Livius curses after falling to the ground, wounded but chuckling weakly. Furious, she looms over; grinding her teeth infuriated by his taunting words as she releases a feral cry and strikes a huge electric burst wave, forcing Livius back. Groaning, Livius hisses in agony, steam spewing out from his groaning as he cries on the ground from the strong electric shock as smugly, Clarel approaches, staff in hand, looming over him, smirking victorious at the distressed magister.
"You could have served a new god," Hissing, Livius grimaces, curling in on his side, shaking, cradling his body back and forth trying to endure the harsh pains.
"I will never serve the blight!" Suddenly as we approach, our eyes widening when the dragon swoops in, devouring Clarel in his jaw and flying upwards into the sky with Clarel's bodies in his mouth as I blink still reeling in shock at the sudden death.
"That was…sudden," Hawke blinks turning to me surprise by the death.
"I think the word is anticlimactic," I mutter as Hawke nods in agreement.
"Varric would know he's the writer," Weakly, Hawke smiles as I nod, watching said dragon perch upon another platform of the fortress, tossing the body of the mage in his mouth from left to right, like a rag doll or a toy for the air to play with, briefly seeing a flash of Hawke's Mabari, killing a bird and bringing it to me as a form of a gift and having no idea what to do as the dragon spits out Clarel in disgust, tossing her to the floor, growing tired and bored of playing with the deceased Warden commander as she is slammed into the hard stone floor of the fortress floor, dead…
Shocked, I blink surprised as Clarel twitches, moving as she attempts to crawl while the dragon taunts her like a predator playing with its prey, roaring as Clarel weakly attempts to escape, clawing, crawling away from the grinning dragon.
"How the bloody hell is she alive!?" I gawk shocked, turning to the guys.
"Humans are tough?" Weakly, Dorian shrugs.
"Not Qunari tough," I huff.
"Warden tough?" Bull proposes.
"Bloody hell," Impressed, I curse still shocked over her being alive after that painful torture as we take a few steps back watching the pitiful sight of the once strong, powerful, admirable leader pitifully crawling to escape, chanting…
"In war, victory, in peace vigilance, limply," Proudly, she moves to lie on her side, crimson gushing out from the jaw wounds on her torso, acting so calm, her features as pale as ice as she soothingly whispers like a mother to their child, singing them a lullaby as she raises her hand to the sky, the dragon looming over her as she raises her hand just as the dragon comes to strike at us, only for Clarel's gloved leather hand to fire up, a familiar light blue aura reminding me of lighting envelopes her hand and strikes at the belly of the beast, it's weak spot as horrified, the dragon cries out in agony, hit and injured from the powerful hit on the dragon's weak spot.
Struggling, Clarel raises her hand as suddenly I feel a hand jerk me back as Clarel strikes, a huge explosion striking at the dragon as the bridge beneath her is destroyed, causing her body to fall into the debris of the unknown with the dragon screeching terrified, unable to regain its footing as the dragon collapses with the pieces of rubble following Clarel's body. Shocked, I blink still reeling in shock over these past fast scenes as I note Solas and I on the floor, I feel his back moving up and down pressing against my back tightly, holding on to me, clinging to me, cradling my from as I note his arm around my chest, making me unable to move forward as my nose twitches at the familiar comforting smell of pine. Slowly, my ice cold gauntlets covered in crimson gently place themselves on the arm protectively on me as slowly, I look up my shocked blues meeting a pair of exhausted grey, however our eyes widen as the rest of the bridge comes crumbling down and as we shakily stand to flee. Next thing I know, I feel the sturdy structure beneath my feet give way as I feel our grip around one another tighten, closing my eyes bracing for death only then to be blinded by a familiar eerie green glow…
Startled, I blink after my numerous chants of praying to the maker to find myself in the maker's bosom to open my eyes, my green hues widening to find myself staring down at an eerily familiar floor of bright green and dirt brown. Curious, I feel the rush of blood as I find everything upside down, my eyes wide in shock at the landscape presented to me upside down only then for my intrigued curiosity to take form as I gently reach out to the floor, my fingertips grazing the rubble of the floor only to release a sharp gasp when I find myself turned right-side up as I land upon the ground of…where am I?
Stunned, I stare as I find myself in some…wait is this…the Fade? Shocked, I stare in both awe and fear both conflicted with one another to take the reigns as I stare in amazement at the place, many have dreamt of entering psychically and here I am…
"Where are we?" My ears perk up at the sound of grunting and turn to look up, eyes wide to find Stroud standing vertically on the wall across from me as I turn to the confused Warden.
"We were…falling. Is this…are we dead? If this is the afterlife, the chantry owes me an apology. This looks nothing like the Maker's bosom," Hawke jokes lightly.
"No. The inquisitor used the mark to open another rift. We fell through I believe we're in the fade," Shroud says.
"You sure?" I question the warden, not sure whether to trust him or not, he has proven to be useful but magic stuff, I typically leave that to the mages like myself or Solas.
"No. This is the fade," Solas confirms as I take in a shaky breathe still surprised by the whole ordeal.
"The inquisitor opened a rift we came through and survived. I never thought I'd find myself here physically. Look, the Black City, almost close enough to touch," Solas whispers in awe of the beautiful environment, not that I came blame him, in a moment of awe at the sheer magnitude of my accomplishment.
"This is incredible," I whisper gushing.
"Cole how does it feel to be home?" Solas turns to the worried freaking out blonde.
"I can't be here not like this, not like me! I…where's Fen? I need Fennic, I can't do this, I…need to find her, I…." Trembling, Cole panics, looking around, his hands outstretched trying to find and I think almost cling or hug her, I recall his numerous attempts at hugging her, only to be pushed back by Fen until she got tired and simply allowed him to hug her leg or lean against her leg as she stood while he sat, hand on her ankle, sometimes even patting his head like a Mabari.
"It's alright we'll make it right," Solas comforts the shaken mess.
"No! no it's not I need…where's Fen? I need Fen! She….she helps me relax, makes me feel safe, safe, safe, Fennic where is she!? I need…I need her. This place is wrong," Terrified, Cole staggers back scared and fearful, panic laced in his stuttering tone.
"The fade looked much different form the last time I was here," Dorian remarks.
"The first time I entered the fade, it looked like a lovely castle filled with gold and silks. I met a marvellous desire demon, as I recall. We chatted and ate grapes before he attempted to possess me. Perhaps the difference is that we are here physically. This is no one's dream," Dorian proposes.
"Yeah, it was different with me too. The harrowing was terrifying…" I whisper shakily at the memory of the harrowing at the circle, curious on the differences in Tevinter's harrowing to ours.
"The stories say you walked out of the fade, was it like this?" Hawke turns to me as I furrow my brow, wincing at the brief harsh stinging pain in my head at the fuzzy blurry images of the frequent fuzz figments flowing through my mind.
"I don't know. I don't remember much of what happened that day," I confess lightly, my curious green exploring the background around us.
"Well, whatever happened at Haven we can't assume we're safe now. That huge demon was right on the other side of that rift, Erimond was using, and there could be others," Hawke tells us.
"Shitballs, fuck, shit, crap, fade, shit, arse, demons, crap! Where the fuck is Fen when you need her here to punch you in the face!?" Scared, Sera curses shaking, freaking out, and almost looking like she's having a break down.
"What she said. Oh this is shitty. I'll fight whatever you give me boss. But nobody said anything about getting dragged through the ass end of demon town," Bull growls clearly uncomfortable making me frown, feeling a tad bit of guilt for bringing them along.
"In our world the rift the demon came through was nearby. In the main hall. Can we escape the same way?" Stroud proposes.
"It beats waiting around for demons to find us right, besides we need to find Fennic…" I smile weakly, sending a worried look to the group going loco, well apart from Dorian and Solas.
"What if she didn't survive?" Stroud furrows his brow.
"She isn't dead!" Hawke snaps.
"Hawke…" Concerned, I turn to her.
"Fennic isn't dead!" She repeats, anger laced in her tone.
"Agreed," Solas tightly airs out.
"It was a powerful blast…" Stroud begins to explain.
"Yes but you are not a mage warden you have no knowledge of this world and no knowledge of Fennic's strength so I suggest you keep your mouth shut," Sharply, Solas snarls surprising many of us from the sudden anger and bite in his tone, my eyes soften when seeing the faint fear in Solas' features for Fen, turning his back on the group, looking truly conflicted, joyous and almost in bliss from the excitement of being in the actual fade, a big leap and most likely dream for the dreamer but also the conflicting feeling of worry for Fen, considering their…connection. He must be struggling…I don't know if I can help but I just hope I can in some way.
"Then you clearly don't know fen, she is strong inquisitor, never question that," Seriously, Hawke intervenes glaring at me as I bow my head, surprised by the sudden rise of anger at the idea.
"She isn't dead; I can sense it she's here…" Cole whispers.
"Alright then, we need to find her and fast," Solas takes control.
"I…where's Fennic? Fennic? I want Fennic, I can't go on I need…" Cole whimpers fearful, breaking my heart, I never knew Cole valued Fen so much, reminds me of when I was younger and often cried out to mum whenever I was scared, she would always pick me up and cradle me, shushing my tears.
"Don't worry we'll find her…" Solas assures the worried mess.
"She's scared, scared, scared, I need her, I don't feel safe, I feel safe with Fennic, where's Fennic!?" Cole cries head in hands as we all turn, I notice Solas's brief look of distress from Cole's words but he hides it as we begin heading out, into the fade to find Fennic…Fennic please be okay.
Blinking, I scowl at the faint hisses and whispers, creeping me out as my wide blues explore the alien landscape before me, casting of an eerie yellow sky with numerous floating islands of rock, sometimes small, sometimes big with black spires floating in the sky. Steadily, I try to gain some sort of fighting stance and stand, grounded as I ignore the mad thump of my frantic and terrified heart, screeching to flee from my ribcage as I hear the faint scratchy sound of sand, making me look down at the grainy texture touching my smooth, scarred rough feet as the pebbles of light grey are also noted on the ground, reminding me of a beach.
But my question is this, where are the others? Frowning, I feel my blood boil, worried. No air, no temperature, nothing how am I breathing? Numerous questions fill my mind as I numb my sense of fear and take a brave step forward, my brow furrowed at the experimental step, looking around the alien territory, breathing out a shaky breathe puzzled. This is much different than last I came here, if I'm right about being in the fade that is. Fortunately, I'm alone so that means no betrayals at least and no desire demons, I hope. But still, why do I get the idea that this is much more dangerous than going into dreams? Who knows…?
Curious, my blues explore the location; I wonder how the others are doing? Heh, I bet Sera is freaking out with Bull while Solas is probably having the time of his life here, heh. Casually, I explore through the fade, my ears hearing the grainy touch of the sand and pebbles as I continue to explore the sharp jagged rocks fluctuating in the air, exploring the place until my eyes widen when finding…no, no…no!
Horrified, I dash down from the jagged ledge, my eyes widening when finding a familiar lone body on the floor, no, no, no, exhausted, my rough breathe greets me as I leap towards the scene, kneeling down, feeling my blood turn as ice as cold. No, no, no horrified, I kneel down, my eyes darting to the small figure of…Robin. No…no…shakily, I turn to the tiny girl who I gently hold, cradling in my arms, her skin as cold as snow as I wince at the many cuts littered all over her form. No, no, no….I spot the pool of crimson flowing out from beneath her only then to hear the sound of footsteps, making me turn to see…no.
"You left us to die…"
"No…no I didn't..." Shakily, I take a step back, feeling my blood burning to a point of which I grimace when noting my glowing veins.
"You made us hope and we died because of you!"
"You gave us false hope!"
"I didn't…" I begin trying to reason with the robed individuals from children to teens to elderly, all wearing familiar robes, and wielding familiar staffs.
"It's your fault we're dead…
"I…I…" I try to speak, attempting to only to turn away pained at the memory.
"He will pay for your sins, the girl has and now he will…shocked, my eyes widen when my brother is pushed forward, a blade to his throat by…no. I notice the littered cuts from prior marred into his skin, his once bright, strong, confident blues now a dull, dark and dreary blue lifeless and no longer filled with the same pride he had towards his family.
"Miss me my little fox…your insubordination will cost you like I said my dear Fennic Fox," Denarius coos, making me stumble back, feeling nothing but fear as my blues dilate seeing figures in the distance, horns cut in half but I recognise that paint on their bodies anywhere. Briefly, I see flashes of their bloodied screams, one word that's all it took, one order, one whisper, one command and that's what it took for us to kill those that had been kind, that has been loving that had raised us mad made us realise we were more…I release a feeble sob of fear and scream when he brings a dagger to my brother's throat.
"Sis…hel- ARGH!" My brother's pained cry cuts him off as my ears ring horrified as I watch helpless as my brother collapses to the ground, blood spewing out from his bloodied throat.
"FENRIS!" I scream reaching out to him but it falls to deaf ears as my brother collapses to the floor, choking on his own crimson fluid.
"You bastard!" I screech, reeling my hand back, feeling a familiar burning adrenaline flow through noting my neon bleu marks glowing as I screech and strike at Denarius cackling as numerous mages, Templars and fog warriors appear, all bloodied, beaten and bruised, fleetingly seeing the limping form of my brother and Robin standing crawling towards me, bleeding out, seething…
"It's your fault."
"We died because of you."
"Why did you hurt all those people auntie? They were so kind to you, so generous, so loving and you turned your back on them…" Robin whispers, blood streaming down her form as I flee, unable to raise my hand to her.
"Why did you have to be selfish and free yourself from Denarius!?" My brother follows after as I dodge their strikes.
"Selfish…"
"Useless"
"Whore…"
"Your fault…"
"Killer…"
"Murderer…"
"Monster!"
"Stop it!" Snapping, all I see is red as I strike, ignoring the burning of muscles and the rise of heavy copper in my throat…
Coughing, I spit out splatters of ruby red shakily standing as I pant, my teeth stained with cherry as my limp right hand attempts to wipe the crimson from my lips only to smear it as I try to level my breathing, ignoring the fear in my hammering heart as I take a few shaky steps back, attempting to level my breathing once more. Frowning, I approach the scene once more, noting the dead Denarius, his robes stained and his beard bloodied, briefly, I kneel down, my eyes narrowed at the man I hate, despise and detest, the man who everything from me, my innocence, my childhood, my memory, he should be dead.
He is dead but the way he did, I hated how Fenris ended it it should have been slow but no thanks to my brothers rage and antics, he just died, quick and easy, I hated it and I think a part of me was furious with Fenris for ending him like that, it felt more like he spared him when that bastard deserved nothing but pain, torture and most of all become the broken mess he created. The same with her, if I hadn't been weak, if Hawke hadn't been…
Sinisterly, my blues eyes narrow at his Adam's apple, how many times had I spent with him, being chained and saving his bead after our night of 'lovemaking' as he so called it, how long had I spent with that blade to his throat, one small action, one small slip up one small simple 'mistake' and I could have been freed from his torture, but even then what was the point? I would have most likely been inherited or bought to another magister and endured the same cycle again, a much rougher one than Denarius or the same most likely…
Slowly, I turn away hurt as I hear the gurgling sound of my brother feebly reaching out to me as he glances at his dead daughter, tears cascading down his face, intermixing with the red creating a soft shade of pink as gently, I place my hand on his, only for him to swat it away, looking angry, looking disgusted; looking betrayed.
"You…betrayed me…" He gurgles as I get out my blade, needing to end my brother's suffering as I gulp down the anguish within me and silences his pained grunts and sound of choking, his body goes limp as I stand up, dropping the knife taking a few shaky steps back to release a feral cry of sorrow at the sight as I look down at my bloodied gantlets, tears cascading down my form, intermixing with the heavy stench of iron staining and tainting my gauntlets.
"I did this…everyone I touch dies…"
"It's alright now…" Blinking, I perk up at the familiar voice and turn to…
"You…you're that spirit, I met," I whisper surprised to see her again.
"You…weren't fighting what you believed," Sighing, I blink when seeing for a short-term second a pride demon and a few of those creatures jumping out of the ground demons, annoying buggers.
"Right…yeah well…look, don't suppose you know the way out do ya?" I ask.
"Don't you want to find your friends?" They question.
"Oh they are alive then," I mutter shrugging.
"Yes…" They confirm.
"Then sure lead me to them…" I request calmly.
"Very well…" The spirit of wisdom smiles I think at me and next thing I know, I'm following the spirit to who knows where, they haven't let me down before, I don't see why they would now.
"Hey Chief let's join the Inquisition! Good fight for a good cause!"
"I don't know Krem. I hear there are demons…"
"Ah don't worry about the demons chief I'm sure we won't see many…asshole…"
Calmly, the others and I watch Bull mimicking Krem's voice as he freak out over the fade, having a past conversation between him and Krem, making Solas smirk with Hawke, Sera and Dorian amused while Stroud and I are trying to remain on the task at hand and Cole is...Cole.
"Everyone if I get possess feint on my blind side, then go low. Fennic says I leave myself open," Bull advises them.
"I'll…bear that in mind," Sheepishly I smile turning to Hawke.
"Coma spell?" I ask hopeful.
"Coma spell," Hawke confirms, nodding in agreement with me as we continue our trek.
"My visits to the fade are normally more pleasant. I don't usually wake up feeling the need to bathe…usually, sometimes…never mind," Dorian huffs as we continue our way through the fade.
"This is fascinating. It's not the area I would have chosen, of course. But to psychically walk within the fade…" Solas sighs dreamily, truly in bliss.
"It's not a freakin' stroll shut it! Or…things will find us!" Sera hisses angry.
"Calm yourself child hostel emotions will only draw the demons in more clearly…Inquisitor please, we must find Fennic fast, I worry considering her….temperament," Solas confesses as I nod understanding Solas' genuine worry.
"Oh yeah this must be a dream come true for your crazy ass, I don't see what Fennic sees in you honestly," Bull grumbles growling at Solas.
"Yes literally," Exhilarated, Solas beams as I shake my head at the genuine joy in Solas' tone, only having heard that sort of excitement when overhearing him speak to Fennic, often discussing or disputing on things, the heated debates they would have, I felt like it would take hours for them and they never seemed effected, almost enjoying the thrill of the calm argument between themselves, felt like it could go on days for them to discuss, argue and analyse all sorts, it amazed me, even the littlest of chats could turn full on with them. The gleam in his eye as he spoke to her was the most genuine one of warmth I had ever seen, I know elves treat romance more sacred and I could tell, Solas clearly is infatuated with her, he almost lived for her reactions and such.
"This is amazing; you think the inquisitor's mark is keeping us alive?" Dorian ponders.
"Stands to reason," Solas shrugs.
"Solas you're the expert, any advice?" I ask curious for any hints to help find Fennic.
"The fade is shaped by intent and emotion. Remain focused and it will lead you where you wish to go. The demon that controls this area is extremely powerful. Some variety of fear, I would guess…I suggest you remain wary of its manipulations and prepare for what is certain to be a fascinating experience," Solas informs us.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wringing me out. Wrought, right and rigid. Can't relax, can't release…." Cole whispers.
"It's all right Cole. We'll get you out here soon," I assure him.
"No! Not…not without Fennic! It should be like home. It's not. This isn't me, not this part!" Cole cries out.
"Of course we are not leaving without her," Solas promises.
"Thank you," Cole bows his head grateful as briefly; I notice the hint of worry and concern in Solas grey hues.
"Shite, piss, stupid, I hate this!" Sera curses agonising over the location, bringing a shard of guilt to me for bringing all these guys here, those that detest magic.
"It is a fear demon as I suspected likely drawing from terrors concerning the blight. Fear is a very old, very strong feeling, it predates love, pride, compassion every emotion say perhaps desire. Be wary the nightmare will do anything to weaken our resolve…"
"Hm…what's that?" Blinking, Bull and Sera frown at the spirit.
"It's a spirit of wisdom…" I recognise.
"Hey you're Fen's…." Hawke trials off.
"Yes it has been a while since we last saw one another Hawke…." The spirit greets Hawke.
"Why are you here?" Hawke questions.
"Seems she would like to show us something..." Hawke mutters before the others could question, suddenly the group blink as they find the eerie grin mist enveloping them and all over the fade focus in on the lone path of space before them, taking form as in a flash of bright light, they blink when finding a scene taking place.
"It would seem to be a memory," Dorian says.
"Yes but whose?" Solas ponders as they watch the scene before them….
Curious, the group watch as the young elven woman beaten, bruised limps over to the washing line doing the washing, my eyes narrow when noting the numerous tears of her clothes, her shaking limbs, her purple bruises, her scars, her hickeys, some leaving droplets of crimson and cuts littered all over her shaking form…
"This…it looks like Tevinter," Dorian whispers as we continue watching, seeing the smiling woman forcefully only to release a feral cry of pain as suddenly, men in robes enter, blades raised and staffs armed as they attack the terrified elf, many others collapse to the ground as relatives cling to those deceased only to meet the same fate, no matter the age, young nor old, even parents, many fall to the hands of the humans.
Unexpectedly, the woman focused upon is grabbed by the man Petrified, the woman shakes, shivering, quivering, screaming, bracing as the man raises a blade to the terrified woman only then for the echo of a feral mother erupts as quickly a small little girl dashes towards the guard armed and ready to kill the elven woman, shocked, they watch as fire spews out of the young girls hand, covering the screaming man's eyes as he releases a screech of agony, crimson dripping down his features blinding him as the girl is tossed to the ground, the faint crunch echoing against the heavy stone as the male drops his knife, crying out in agony as he cradles his bleeding face, crimson cascading down his red stained hands and temple, scaring many as urgently, the other guards rush over to aid the screeching male in agony.
Quickly, the young mother leaps over to the frightened shaking girl, engulfing her into a hug, rocking her, tears cascading down the mother's mournful expression as teary eyed the young boy and girl rush to their mother's side hugging and crying, all in a group hug, trying to almost protect the young girl in the mother's arms, all of them weeping but…why?
Suddenly, the guards stand, sword aimed at the young mother taking a step back with her other children clinging to her side, clutching the young girl, in her arms, who is lost to the situation simply staring down at her bloodied hands until being ripped from her mother's grip.
"No! No! Let her go! NO!"
Suddenly, the memory changes, the image collapsing in on itself, the fog taking form of a room where horrified I take a step back to see the young girl, beaten, bruised but most of all bloodied as she has chains all over her tiny, thin form, her body almost looking ready to break as the men outside talk, one in particular a mage with a long grey beard hearing the report from the men.
"So this is the Incaensor…" The mage mutters.
"It would seem so, master Denarius…she blinded one of your guards, the captain sir…" The male reports only for the robed male to ignore the guard, eyes never leaving the shaking figure looking on the verge of passing out, crimson slowly leaking out of the tiny slits on her shaking form as smugly, the mage kneels down roughly grasping hold of her chin, making the young girl grimace and weakly look up, tired, defeated, pained greens…looking to the side, numb to the heavy stench as numerous bodies of elven lay on the floor on top of one another as the girl winces from the cool crisp of the ice cold dungeon nipping at her open slits as the bodies stare wide eye, numbly like goldfish at the young shaking girl, the faint clunk of shackles echoing in the desolate room.
"Such a pretty face to think such a beauty could cause so much trouble," Greedily, he lips his cracked lips, moistening it as he stares hungrily down at the young girl, his eyes turning almost primal, enjoying the bowed shaking head of the blood stained girl.
"What shall we do with her sir?" One of the guards question.
"We must as people say nip this issue in the bud, so we shall try the new ritual that will take the magic from her…" Proudly, Denarius stands.
"Take magic!?" Horrified, I turn to Dorian traumatised but engrossed in the scene as we continue watching…
"But Sir…that ritual is new and the results show…Very well…." Obediently, the two bows, once noting the sharp look of their master, quickly correcting themselves as they prepare the ritual…
"You know you are quite the fetching gem…if you survive this perhaps I'll have a purpose for a tool like you," Huskily, he whispers as the young girl winces from the heavy stench of alcohol in his system as roughly, before leaving, he places his lips upon her neck, hungrily sucking confusing the girl who releases a sound of disgust, fear and pain as the eager male grabs the girl, stilling her struggling as he nips at her skin, his grin widening at the intoxicating coat of crimson leaking out from her neck, a purple bruise with marks of teeth on her bloodied shoulder. He stands and leaves the confused girl hanging there lost but most of all in pain from the shackles digging deep into her limbs as well as the throbbing staining pain in her neck, briefly, a few spurts of crimson sputter from her ruby red raw skin.
"Arghhh!" Screaming, the young girl cries, blood coursing down her features as tears join, intermixing with the boiling blood courtesy of the lyrium diving down her skin, boiling and burning the screeching screaming and crying girl, held back by the blood magic binding her as one of the men, raises his bloodied, rusted, lyrium infused blade and impales the young girls back making her screech out. Pained, I turn away too terrified and disgusted to watch as I hear the crunch of bone from the metallic blade infused with lyrium, roughly brushing against her bones and muscles, even ligaments, sometimes cutting into the bone, causing nips of calcium to flicker out of her skin, almost like her bones are being carved into different shapes, noting the blood vessels that could have been destroyed as deeply, the blade continues to jaggedly cut into her, crimson seeping out of her, hearing another faint crack and crunch of bone as the girl's screams continue to echo as the lyrium flow down the bloodied stream created over her body, causing another wave of cries only these were getting weaker as each time she shrieks, it gets softer, slower, her skin tone paling just like her…oh Maker. Disturbed, my eyes widen when noting the familiar flicks of her once raven curls now slowly being consumed by familiar snow white, her voice breaking as tears cascade down her features even more until the harsh clack of the chains going limp, startles me turning to the girl having gone through so much pain to have...passed out.
Loudly, the faint clack of the swaying limp body of the girl hanging echoes in the desolate prison cell as the door creaks open, revealing the same robed man, looking unfazed at the sight of the lone girl.
"It is complete master…"
I can see that tell me…is she alive or is she another failure?" Boredom laced in his tone, the monsters eyes drift to the copious amount of dead bodies of elves, eyes open, each one cut open and tortured in their own way, rejects slowly rotting away as I take a step back, holding in the urge to vomit when noting the maggots and flies around the dead bodies, slowly being consumed as Denarius simply pinches his nose, repulsed by the stench of rotting flesh.
"She is alive, master; it would appear she has lost her memories…"
"Not like that knife ear had many to care for her…."
"Perfect…"
"Sir…"
Hungrily, the male licks his lips once more approaching the limp form of the young girl our eyes widening at her dark curls turning snow white, familiar markings taking form on her features only more rugged, jagged looking, bloodied, horrified our eyes widen at the identity of the girl…
"That's…" I begin breathless.
"That's right…this is Fennic…." The spirit of wisdom confirms turning to see Solas falls to his knees, no words, no breathe escaping his as a lone tear escapes his features, true confliction in his eyes as he desperately trying to keep composure but the sorrow, the anger and the confusion battles within him, watching the greedy man kneel down before the whimpering mess, forcing her eyes open as her beady tired turquoise glow in the darkness of the chamber, looking into the lustful greys of her master…
Smugly, he stands hands behind his back as he leaves. "Bring the knife ear to my chambers, that way I'll make it understand it's only purpose and who it belongs too…official…" Lustfully, he smirks.
"But sir, she seems unable to move from the raw marks of lyrium, even one touch…" One of them disputes quietly.
"Bring her to my chambers…." Coldly, he barks at the fearful apprentices nodding as he leaves, the apprentices approach the groaning girl releasing a cry of agony, tears threatening to fall in her eyes as they attempt to touch her as they drag the screaming, writhing, pained girl to the chambers of her master, her owner, her lifeline in the hellhole of the Tevinter imperium, creating her first memory of her new life as she is dragged into the chambers of Denarius…a new life awaiting her.
*Oh boy...wonder how they'll react.*