"Remember, we walk in the fade, demons of fear shape their fear to unnerve each of us," Solas warns us.

"So…it's in my head? Knowing is not helping!" Sera cries, freaking out cradling her head.

"You really think that was the Divine?" Eve wonders after having Hawke scowl after mentioning the warden's role in the divines demise, not that I particularly care due to my indifference to the wardens, they are being pricks right now, but we owe them for stopping the blights prior, and they are right to an extent we don't give them enough gratitude but still…

"I have no idea, if it's a spirit it's not acting like one, no demon would have been so helpful without asking something in return," Dorian reasons.

"After what it did to my fellow wardens. I pray we find some way to strike it down," Stroud sighs.

"Ah we have a visitor, some silly little girl comes to steal the fear I kindly lifted from her shoulders. You should have thanked me and left your fear where it lay, forgotten. You think that pain will make you stronger. What fool filled your mind with such drivel? The only one who grows stronger from your fear is me. But you are a guest here in my home, so by all means. Let me return what you have forgotten….perhaps I should be afraid, facing the most powerful members of the Inquisition… Corypheus voice greets us as we descend down into the darker depths of the fade, taking on numerous deceased robed mages mainly children, much to my discomfort and a few marked others.

"Are you afraid Cole? I can help you forget. Just like you help the others forget. We're so very alike you and I…", Corypheus taunts as my eyes widen briefly to see the lone figure of Crow pouncing on me as I steel my nerves, dodging the strike and ending him quickly once more, getting a brief painful thud of pain in my chest as I watch him disperse into the fade.

"No…" Trembling, I feel Cole's hand tighten on my arm, keeping close to me as we continue our onslaught while Corypheus voice almost narrates it, looming over us taunting us as we continue to battle, reminding me of a god complex.

"Greetings Dorian it is Dorian isn't it? For a moment I mistook you for your father…" Corypheus sneers.

"And he goes straight to the daddy issues…" I mutter after impaling another mage child, clinging to me as I push her aside, ignoring the horror on her deceased features.

"Rather uncalled for," Dorian mutters.

"Dirth Ma Harellan. Ma Banal Enasalin. Mar Solas Ena Mar Din…" Blinking, I frown at the alien words.

"Banal Nadas!" Solas glares at the sky above him.

Frowning, I feel a few eyes on me as I frown at their looks of expectation, even Sera is.

"I don't know what they're saying," I huff.

"But you're…" Stroud begins only to trial off from my harsh glare and Hawke gesturing for him to be silent.

"Finish that sentence I dare you," Lowly, I growl at Stroud.

"I recommend not saying that to her Stroud, Fennic and elves don't particular get long," Hawke chuckles firing out another blast of energy as I dive down, near Solas, unaware of a demon strike from behind as I strike, ending the demon as Solas briefly turns to me, nodding grateful as I feel a familiar warmth of a barrier around me, our backs to one another as we continue fighting against the horde of mage children, bloodied, beaten and bruised.

"You caused this…"

"You made us die…"

"We could have survived if we didn't listen…"

"The Qunari will make a lovely host for one of my minions. Or maybe I will ride his body myself…"

"You….you want to rephrase that?" I question, surprised to hear a Tevinter Magister wanting to well with Bull, considering the period he was born in and from Tevinter at that.

"I'd like to see you try," Bull snarls, glaring.

"I don't think Dorian would…ow!" I hiss scowling at my brief burn turning to scowl at the glaring Dorian, who innocently whistles.

"Fennic…" Bull growls warningly.

"Alright, alright chill," I grumble as Sola calmly places his hand on my burn, tending to it in this moment of peace as we gather our bearings and continue onwards.

"Sera, Sera, Sera…if you shoot an arrow at me. I'll know where you are…"

"Out of my head bitch balls!" Sera screeches, hands on ears down shaking as gently, I place my hand on her arm making her jerk up and look at me, pleadingly for aid only to meet my stone face and take in a shaky breathe nodding as she fires out her arrows, continuing her part in our battle.

"Warden Stroud. How must it feel to devote your whole life to the wardens only to watch them fall? Or worse, to know you were responsible for their destruction? When the next blight comes will they curse your name?"

"With the maker's blessing we will end this wretched beast!" Proudly, Stroud roars, charging at one of the nightmares beheading it then using his shield to bash into the demons.

"Did you think you mattered Hawke? Did you think anything you ever did mattered? You couldn't even save your city? How could you expect to strike down a god? Fenris is going to die, Fennic is going to die, even little Robin is going to die just like your family and everyone else you ever cared about…you're a failure and your family died knowing it…"

"Well that's going to grow tiresome quickly. Of course a fear demon would know where to hurt us most. We must ignore it," Hawke reminds us, sending out a few freeze spells for Stroud, Bull and I to smash into icicles, only then to falter as I hear the faint roar of the demon and strike, getting out my arrows and fire at the spirits.

"And now the best for last, my little pet, my little Fennic fox…or is that really your name? What are you? City elf, no, those marks claim you, you will never be rid of them. You will die and no one will care, those people call Vallaslin, they see you as a savage, a half breed, but even if you did go to them, they wouldn't care for you, you're an outsider…."

"Heh, is that it? I expected more…" Forcefully, I scoff, briefly, shivering briefly at the ice cold nips of the water on my feet from the deep dark puddles of the landscape.

"It's rather hard to decide with so much material…from those voices of insecurity in that sweet little head of yours, you act strong, keeping this cold façade of cruelty but deep down, I can see it all, your fear of purpose and love, to those cursed marks of yours, slowly killing you…."

"Take your pick, demon I won't falter…" Shakily, I huff, noting Solas pass me, giving me a brief squeeze to my hand, as I continuing to fire, detaching my bow into a set of daggers, to slash at the demons, going into my shadow mode and appear, behind to end those aiming themselves at the mage, in particular Eve and Solas, Cole joining me as Sera fires her arrows with Solas, Hawke and Eve firing their magic.

"Such conviction, such raw rage, such hatred for the world. That hatred you felt for the world…that rejection of both old and new ways of the elven people, it hurt didn't it Fennic? It hurt so much, being rejected after so many times, so many, many, many men you have played with and why so you can inflict the same pain of rejection you felt your entire life…you loved it didn't you? Leading those innocence to fight against the Templars, felt like your final revenge for the same lot that marked you cause you know deep down…you'll never escape. You will always be his, no matter how many men you sleep with, his taint will never leave you as long as those marks exist, you are his, you are his property, you are his Fennic fox, his little toy. You should have jumped Fennic, you should have not listened and jumped. No one would have died, no one would be in pain, and your pain would finally stop, the voices would, the nightmares, the rejection would have stopped, if only you jumped…"

"Fucking…" I curse grimacing as one of the more physical demons manages to slam me into the hard rock surface of the fade. Shakily, I manage to stand, coughing out a familiar splatter of crimson making me scowl as I take in a few shaky breathes, feeling my lyrium marks burning searing through my skin, making me grimace, only to feel a familiar comforting numbness of warmth, making me glance at the concerned Solas, rubbing circles into my back as I release a shaky breathe, head down and return to my fighting stance, nodding at Solas, who reluctantly releases me as I return to the fray of battle.

"I'm giving you your chance, my dear Fennic Fox join me and you would never feel that pain again…your brother has moved on, he left you, abandoned you and for what? A family he's not going to live long enough to enjoy. You will die and so will he, both of you rejections, failures of the world…weak, rejected but most of all alone…not even your sister wanted you when you searched for her, all she saw was the monster she so feared…"

"Oh bring in the family issues, go ahead, you piece of Kaffas!" Confidently, I smirk through the agonising pain inside as easily, I impale the last of the demons, fading out of existence as the voice fades, vanishing, and leaving us in peace….for now.

"Come real or not the divine is the only key we have to escape the fade," Solas reasons as we approach the Divine, me doing a double take at her appearance and well…the hat. Yeah she didn't survive no offence but from her age and attire, she wouldn't survive a minute in this place, she'd either die from the demons or trip on her robes or die, maybe she could have used her hat as some sort of shield or weapon, looks pointy enough…

Blinking, I stare as Eve reaches her hand out and staggers back from the green glow of her mark hand wave, startling her as she frowns, and then glances at the Divine in shock.

"This is the breach back in haven. That's how we…I escaped. It was you. They thought it was Andraste sending me form the fade but it was the Divine behind me. And then you…she died," Eve whispers sorrowfully.

"Yes," Sadly, the creature confirms.

"So this creature is simply a spirit," Stroud gathers.

"You don't say," Sarcastically, Hawke gasps.

"Hawke," I frown at her unneeded sarcasm.

"I am sorry if I disappoint you" The spirt speaks to Hawke who softens at her words feeling guilt for her statement as the spirit releases divine Justina's body, revealing herself to be a creature of light, shaped similar to the late Divine, floating above us.

"Are you her? As the chantry speaks of the spirits lingering in the fade, did you wait to help me and are now passing on?" Eve asks hopeful.

"If that is the story you wish to tell, it is not a bad one…" The spirit responds.

"What we do know is that the mortal divine perished at the temple, thanks to the grey wardens," Sharply, Hawke turns to Stroud as I frown.

"As I said, the grey wardens responsible for that crime were under the control of Corypheus," Stroud argues once again, annoyance etched into his tone.

"Hawke! Enough," I argue.

"Assuming the wardens with their demon army didn't destroy the inquisition while we were gone," Hawke remarks continuing.

"How dare you judge us? You tore Kirkwall apart and started the mage rebellion," Stroud snaps finally having enough of Hawke, not that I can blame him.

"To protect innocent mages, not mad men drunk on blood magic but you'd ignore that cause you can't imagine a world without the wardens, even if that's what we need!" Hawke argues glaring daggers at Stroud, the same man who saved her brother's life.

"Agreed, the wardens might have once served for a greater good but they are far too dangerous now," Solas agrees as I scowl.

"They might still be useful. What if Corypheus conjures another blight? You never know," Dorian inputs.

"Enough, I don't need you on the warden hate band wagon Solas and as for you two, enough!" I snap annoyed by the fools.

"No I will not, these wardens took…" Hawke begins as I see the pain in her glassy eyes.

"They saved him. They made him a better person; you and I both know it and the wardens helped us when Kirkwall went mad. Yes I know you missed him but do not let personal matters intervene on the task at hand. You are saying all grey wardens are blood mages when that is not the case, I thought our time at Kirkwall had taught you that…" I explain seeing her eyes soften and bow her head guilty and ashamed of her hurtful words.

"I….I just…" Hawke whispers, pain in her shaking tone.

"We can discuss this further once we return to Adamant," Stroud sighs.

"I am not condoning what the grey wardens did, they have their issues like everyone else in this world but we need to stop this chatting while we are in danger, you lot can argue in the outside world far from me cause I don't care about you lot, but I want out of this hellhole!" I argue, feeling my rising anger I had tried to subdue flow through me, cradling my temple at the sour memory of prior being shown to them, naked and bare, I hate it, I hate it I-

Exhausted, I release small breathe feeling my head go limp as I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder as I plant my tired head on Solas' shoulder as he simply draws patterns on my back, trying to calm my exhausted state.

"I'm still mad at you," I grumble, my voice muffled by his fabric of his gear, leaning into the crook of his neck.

"Stroud isn't defending blood magic nor demons, Fennic is right. You know the cost of the blight as well as any of us, Hawke. The grey wardens are the only force that can stop that," Eve intervenes taking the peaceful option as I back down, no doubt catching on to how tired I am and angry demeanour.

"Inquisitor…" Hawke begins softly.

"The nightmare has found us!"

"Oh Fan-fucking-tastic!"