MEIRA

"Inquisitor," Scout Lace Harding greeted as we approached the Inquisition camp she and the others had setup. Her forest green eyes shifted to Rylen and she gave a nod. "Captain Rylen, we're glad to have you and the others here." Her eyes landed on me. "Lieutenant-Commander, we're in desperate need of your battalion. This place is crawling with demons."

"Give us the details, Scout Harding," Ellana requested. "There's hardly been any communication from here."

"There hasn't been much to report as our people can't get further than here, Your Worship," Harding's brow furrowed. "Between demons, Dalish and undead it would be suicide."

"The Dalish should no longer be an issue," Ellana informed the scout.

"Right. Taven spoke with us before continuing on to his clan. The others are to keep out of our way so long as we respect the land they've claimed."

"So you've been unable to contact the Orlesian army?"

"If there's any one left to contact."

"Creators…"

"Aye, Your Worship," Lace nodded. "But there's little that can be done this late at night. Rest and we can plan our next move at daybreak."

Soon enough, we were all in tents, slipping into the land of dreams. I was disturbed by the sound of voices before I'd fallen asleep. They were hushed, but still audible to my ears. It was Solas and Ellana.

"Lethallan, please," Solas pleaded. "One of my oldest friends has been captured by mages, forced into slavery. I heard the cry for help as I slept."

"I want to help, you know I do," Ellana urged. "But there is so much going on here."

"I know," Solas muttered. "And you should know I would not ask unless it was of dire importance."

"True. You don't need anything from anyone, you're known for that."

"I believe you privy to a different story," Solas murmured.

"Charmer," Ellana hummed. "When your friend was captured how did he…she…"

"It," Solas corrected.

"'It'?"

"My friend is a spirit of wisdom," Solas explained. "Unlike the spirits clamoring to enter our world through the rifts, it was dwelling quite happily in the Fade." He pushed. "It was summoned against its will. It wants my help to gain its freedom and return to the Fade."

"Why are you asking me and not Talitha?"

"Because…as much as she needs to be there, I…want you there."

They were quiet a moment before Ellana spoke. "I understand, but I thought spirits wanted to find their way into this world?"

"Some do, certainly, just as many Orlesian peasants wish they could journey to exotic Rivain," he explained, exasperated. "But not everyone wants to go to Rivain. My friend is an explorer, seeking lost wisdom and reflecting it. It would happily discuss philosophy with you, but it had no wish to come here physically."

"Do you have any idea what the mages want with your friend?"

"No. It knows a great deal of lore and history, but a mage could learn that simply by speaking to it in the Fade. It ispossible that they seek information that it does not wish to give and intend to torture it."

"Alright, we will do what we can, but I must see my family to the Dalish clan so they can finally put Deshanna to rest."

"Thank you. I got a sense of my friend's location before I awoke, it will be in that direction."

They continued to murmur, but had begun speaking in elven to one another. While I was able to pick up pieces, the overall feel of the conversation was intimate. Turning over, I willed myself to sleep.

"Meira," Purpose's voice spoke and I opened my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He seemed worried, his brow furrowed and shoulders tight.

"There are so many demons here, Meira, only a little ways off from your camp. I fear for you," he admitted. "You've grown strong in your resistance, but this many at once? I am not sure you will be able to withstand them all. There are lesser demons and powerful demons afoot."

"Do you know what's drawn so many?"

"This place has always drawn the interest of spirits. It is saturated with death and so many conflicting emotions that we cannot help, but explore. But what has drawn so many demons...that has been orchestrated."

"What do you mean?"

"I do not know for sure, but something or someone is purposefully drawing demons here. I dare not get too close. You must warn your sister and the others to be wary," he advised.

"Purpose, I overheard Solas mentioning that a spirit of wisdom is in trouble. A friend of his that holds much knowledge. Is there any way that you could help it?"

Purpose looked away. "He asked the same of Compassion and I. Cole would have a better chance as he is already in the mortal world, but Wisdom has been forcefully pulled through. It reached out to Solas just as it was being dragged from the Fade and since he has not been able to speak with it.
"I tried to near the location Solas spoke of, but when I did there were remnants of the summoning circle they used. If I had approached, I too would have been pulled out of the Fade. Solas warned Cole away. He exhausted every solution he could think of before dragging your sister into this. I have never seen him so...anxious."

"That is not good."

"No, it isn't."

"Why does he want me there?"

"You two may be the only ones that can reach it, should something have happened."

"I see, thank you for telling me."

"Get some rest, Meira, you will need it."

At his words, I drifted off. Before me stood Solasan, the great door and ethereal fire familiar. The whispers began as they always did:
Garas quenathra? Na melana sahlin. Melana en athim las enaste. Mar solas ena mar din. Tel garas solasan.
 Warnings, questions, threats. Strung together incoherently, leaving me confused as to wether they were friend or foe. The door opened to the stirring blackness, rage and weeping within. Stepping inside, expecting the usual progression, I let out a gasp as something grabbed on to me.

"You've heard the calling, da'len, and yet you dally in answering. Our patience runs thin." The voice was deep and ancient, like claws scraping my skull as it spoke. The grip of whatever held me tightened painfully. "It has been a millennia since one touched by the ancients, one who could answer the calling, had been birthed. We will not wait much longer."

"Why have you called me?" I questioned, my voice echoing in the darkness, stirring the air.

"That you may be tested," the voice answered. "It is our duty and our binding. We shall be free."

"'Free'? How can I set you free?"

"You shall, one way or another. Do not dally, little dreamer, or risk incurring our wrath."

Inhuman wails, angry roars and despair ridden howls rang in my ears. The noise so loud, I wanted to cover them. Glowing eyes loomed out of the darkness all around me and I sensed a lust for my blood. Fear slithered down my spine.

"Am I to answer the call of monsters?" I demanded.

A mirthless chuckle. "Like calls to like, era'harel."

With a shout, I wrenched from my dreams, disturbing Ghilani. A whine slipping from her, she peered at me. I pet her gently, my breathing ragged.
Maker, hear my cry. Andraste, give me strength. Unable to return to sleep, I laid upon my bedroll, petting Ghilani in hopes of finding comfort. None came, only a swelling of unease and fear about what lay ahead. Whatever Solasan held, I now believed it would be no easy feat.
When morning came, Ellana gave instructions to Rylen and the other soldiers to press forward while I instructed Barris and Solana to lead the battalion alongside them as something demonic seemed to be at play. I was to join them as soon as the Lavellan clan was seen to Taven's clan and Solas's friend aided. As we were saying our goodbyes, a small group of Dalish warriors approached the camp. They were obviously wary, but the eldest of them stepped forward with a warmer demeanor.

"Andaran atish'an," he greeted, a slight nod as he addressed the whole of our party. "Taven returned a few days ago, telling of the favor you bestowed upon him and your need to see your Keeper to Var Bellanaris. In honor of entrusting the truth of Red Crossing to us, Keeper Hawen sent us to guide you to our camp. You are honored and welcomed guests."

Ellana stepped forward, "Aneth ara. I am Inquisitor Lavellan."

"Inquisitor," the elf gave a deeper bow. "Going well, I hope?"

"There seems to be a lot of trouble in the Dirth?" Ellana probed.

"That's puttin' it mildly," the older male gave a twist of his lips. "The war has stopped, but now the dead are walking. We've been camped for weeks in the fields to the west. The war between the lions made passage through the Dirth difficult. Damaged some of our aravels. I've been tasked with finding a safer route through after we see you to the camp."

"Lead the way," Ellana gestured.

The old hunter and the other Dalish led us through rocky and treed areas, following a path familiar to them. Signs of the elves were everywhere, both old and new. We even spotted the white flash of halla running through the trees as we passed through. Ellana and the elder Dalish, named Olafin, conversed at the front of our party. Murmured conversations passed through the others, but I listened in on what Ellana was discussing.

"I've been watching these undead and they seem...focused on the shem armies," Olafin explained. "As if...well, why wouldn't someone want to kill humans, huh? Still...poor souls."

"You seemed friendly enough with us, despite there being many a human among our party?"

"And flat-ears as well. Taven mentioned the company you keep. You'll forgive us our wariness, but...the Keeper dislikes shems; particularly shems that are involved with the Chantry."

"We are not part of the Chantry. They would happily see us destroyed."

"So says the 'Herald of Andraste'," Olafin teased. "Don't misunderstand me, I'm not in agreement. I love my people, but they keep the old wounds raw. I don't know. Perhaps I feel it's just time to...forgive. Especially in light of the truth of Red Crossing." Olafin smiled conspiratorially at Ellana. "Don't tell the Keeper."

I looked away and caught the eye of my mother. There were many emotions on her face that she was trying to keep hidden, but I could tell she was upset about something. A part of me thought she was upset with the outright hatred that the Dalish showed towards me, Solas and Sera. We were no more welcome than any shem.
While I felt alienated by the treatment, I was unsurprised by it. Revilement was an old friend. There was nowhere I'd ever been accepted. Not my clan, nor the Circle, nor the Inquisition. It made sense to me in that moment why Cullen insisted on calling me Meira when we were alone. Though I'd found solace in Talitha initially, I now realized why he and Ellana had been so upset by it.
The persona of Talitha was merely a new set of chains for me to wear. She was someone for me to mold in to whom I wished, but no less constrained than Neria or Meira had been. Neria could never fully divulge who she was, having buried Meira in response to abandonment and betrayal. Then Neria was utterly destroyed. Meira had to be hidden to keep Ellana safe and Talitha was born. But Talitha was not really me, no more than Neria ever was.
Talitha was the unknown mage that had rallied the rebel mages to fight with the Inquisition. Talitha was the mage that had stood with the Herald to face down Corypheus. Talitha was the mage that had won the Commander's heart. Talitha was the mage dragged from obscurity to rise to Lieutenant-Commander. Talitha was fierce, unbreakable and nearly as intimidating as the Inquisitor herself. Yet, more so because Talitha was unknown to all. There was no history, no depth to her.
The Inquisitor was our leader, fierce, proud and strong; yet, both revered and beloved due to her warmth, humor and her love for the Inquisition's people. The Inquisitor was respected by all and she had earned that respect. Had Talitha? How could someone that wasn't real earn respect? The only thing that had given Talitha any depth was the Commander's love and her near death at the hands of traitorous templars. Yet, those templars still lived, locked up in the cells of Skyhold awaiting their execution upon Ellana's return. If it had been the Inquisitor threatened? They'd have died on the spot.
Talitha, while I had believed it a persona for me to mold, had been molded for me. I was the pawn; put into the places I was so I could maintain my most important role: Ellana's double and, if needed, shield. Despite knowing that truth, I'd clung to those chains for the one freedom they brought me: Cullen.
Strip away Talitha, what was left? Who am I? With that simple question, I felt the fragile happiness I'd been hiding behind, shatter. I looked to Ellana, guilt rising at the thoughts playing out in my mind. I had chosen to do this for her. I wanted to protect her. I had chosen to remain in obscurity, living my life as another that she may be safe. That she would shine. This time I am choosing to protect you. I had chosen. Ellana called me Talitha to show her thanks and respect for the choice I had made. Cullen called me Meira to show his ability to see me and remind me that he knows the real me.
But who is Meira? I am not Dalish. I am not a simple Circle mage. I am not Tranquil. I am not some fierce leader. All I know of me is that my body was tainted by another, my mind seared away, restored at the hands of Purpose, my heart given to Cullen, my soul shared by Ellana. My faith is in the Maker, but what is my purpose? I looked towards the clouded sky. What am I meant to do, my Maker? All that you have led me through, what is your plan?
 No one answered, not even Purpose. My eyes fell once more to Ellana. I had saved her once and it led to her leading the Inquisition as she clearly was meant to, but beyond that? The battalion was working, but still contentious. We were no nearer to bringing the templars and mages together than we had been at the start. Of course, Barris, Henry and Solana were doing their best, but the rest? There was an argument almost daily. And Cullen? I loved him with everything I had, but he was still struggling with so much—both known and unknown to me. My family? They'd said I was changing their preconceived notions, but we were no closer than we had been. I didn't know how to truly let them in.
The Inquisition? They knew a ghost that didn't really exist, the battalion followed the orders of that same ghost. Their respect earned under false pretenses. What had I truly done to earn it? The others now surrounding me? They befriended and protected me only because of Ellana, because of the importance I played to Ellana. Feeling disillusioned and alone, I let the others drift ahead of me.

...

A few hours later, we crossed a river that held the crimson reflection of Dalish aravels. The clan was small from what we could tell, having camped at the front of a small cave. Tame halla dotted the camp, along with hunters, a smith, warriors and the Keeper.
I spotted Taven and the Dalish that had been with him speaking with a few others. Olafin greeted the Keeper as we approached. Keeper Hawen was older, his hair long turned white with age. His eyes were fierce, face stern as his gaze swept over our party.

"Andaran atish'an, my sister," Hawen greeted Ellana. "It is good to see another of The People, in this place from which we all came. Still beautiful, isn't it? Even with scars left by the shemlen war and all the troubles that followed."

Pleasantries were exchanged, but I did not miss the glares directed at me and the others. Hands remained on weapons, hostility not hidden. When the discussion turned to putting Keeper Deshanna to rest, Hawen revealed that Var Bellanaris was infested with demons.

"What do you mean?" Da questioned.

"It seems the fighting between the shems has drawn angry spirits from the Beyond," Hawen suggested. "Though our dead remain unpossessed, it's as if the creatures sense them." Hawen looked towards Ellana. "We owe you much for what you did for Taven, but I'm afraid I must ask more of you. Our clan is small and I would not risk our few protectors to cleanse the place. Would you be willing to do this on our behalf?"

"I would," Ellana gave a nod.

Hawen's eyes flicked to the rest of us. "I ask that you do not let those who are not of The People enter our sacred grounds."

I watched Ellana stiffen. "Whom do you mean, hahren?"

"Those without the vallaslin, the shemlen and the qunari," Hawen stated. "The spirits are already angry. Do you wish to anger them further?"

"Two of the elves without vallaslin are dreamers, hahren. More capable of dealing with angry spirits than any other," Hawen looked towards us in surprise. "I will see that the grounds are respected, but I will have them with me."

Hawen was silent a moment. "Though they do not share our mark, they have the blessings of the Creators and the ancestors upon them. They may accompany you, but beyond that they are not welcome. They will cause unrest within the clan."

"I was under the impression that we were honored guests? Is this how you honor your guests?" Ellana chided.

"Ellana," Da warned. "You must show the Keeper respect."

"Keeper Feldor, I am the leader of the Inquisition. I aided the Keeper's First in not only defending him and the others from an attack at the hands of dangerous enemies, keeping ancient elven history and artifacts out of the hands of Imperialists, but also entrusting crucial history to his First. I come, guarding you and clan Lavellan, that you may see Keeper Deshanna put to rest. He has neglected his duty in caring for Var Bellanaris while he occupies land in the Dirth and now disrespects me by demeaning those of my party. I will show the Keeper as much respect as he earns."

"How dare you!"

"You're no better than the shems you serve!"

Various other insults were shouted by the elves of Hawen's clan. The Keeper was obviously seething by Ellana's comments, Ellana no less so. They glared at each other, Feldor unsure who's side to take as he glanced between the two.

"I have no desire to insult you, hahren," Ellana spoke first. "But we have shown you and your clan nothing but respect. Yet, you find yourself incapable of paying in kind."

"I am grateful to you, Inquisitor," Hawen clarified. "I do not have to extend that courtesy to those who have turned their backs on us or to those who are responsible for our near destruction."

"We are here to aid you, Keeper Hawen," Ellana argued, "I and the Inquisition."

"Inquisitor, if I may," Solas stepped forward, "If I am not welcome, I will do as the Keeper wishes. There is no reason to cause unnecessary hostility."

"Oy, elfy elves can shove it," Sera sneered. "Time they had to deal with normal people."

Ellana looked to me. "I will follow your lead, Inquisitor."

"Do as you will, Inquisitor," Hawen waved a hand. His hard stare met the rest of us. "You would do well to mind the resting places of our dead. Var Bellanaris is sacred ground. If you are truly deserving of our respect, you will respect our dead."

Hawen gave us directions to Var Bellanaris, but no one guided us. Da and Ellana argued in hushed tones before we departed, the rest of us silent. I understood the stand Ellana took, but felt it had cost her and the Lavellans the trust of Hawen's clan.
It was unknown how long the Lavellans planned on staying at the Plains, burial and mourning meant to be a somewhat drawn out process to show respect for the Keeper. They could camp on their own, certainly, but two clans together could better protect each other from the threats the area faced. We made our way across open plains, wild halla dotting the landscape. The Plains were beautiful, despite their sad history.

"I do hope that you are not letting the prejudices of the Dalish affect you, Talitha?" Solas questioned.

"No more than prejudices I've faced before affect me," I replied.

"The Inquisitor was in the right," Solas assured. "If not for her—for our actions—young Taven would most likely be dead, the history they cherish, lost. One cannot claim a guest is to be treated with honor and then disrespect their friends."

"I know, Solas. It is less for us than for the Lavellan clan that I fear," I admitted. "They plan on staying here for some time. Did her confrontation leave them vulnerable?"

"If I know anything of the Inquisitor, it is that she is far more capable and strategic than any of us fully realize. Her words cut the Keeper to the core, but perhaps it will be to the benefit of all?"

"I hope you are right."

"Ellana has a gift when it comes to people. Seeing through them and understanding their motivations—or what will motivate them. She uses it to the benefit of others, as well as herself; a difficult balance to achieve. It is a gift you share."

"I am not the leader she is," I murmured.

"Are you not?"

"No," I shook my head.

"You seem to be doing quite well, per my observation."

"I wish I could agree."

"Give yourself time. After all, you were put in the place of leadership without any prior experience. You can hardly expect yourself to be perfect at it." I looked to Solas, finding his eyes fixed on Ellana. "Perhaps you should ask the Inquisitor for advice? Cullen? Cassandra? Bull?"

"Perhaps," I shrugged, noncommittally.

"It seems we have arrived."

I looked up to find two great statues of halla mirroring each other. They flanked the entrance to the remains of an ancient elven structure, Dalish artifacts accompanying the ancient elven vestiges. Upon entering the site, I felt the Veil thin and sensed the demons.

"Too many people hurting, harming, hacking open a hole for the demons to pour in," Cole murmured.

Soon enough they were upon us, their inhuman wails sounding in our ears. Swords rang from their scabbards, arrows flew from their bows and the light of magical wards danced all around in response. Ghilani barked and nipped at the heels of the demons, drawing their attention to her and enabling us to cut them down faster.
Ellana called out directions, dividing us into smaller teams. Bull charged the field, roars and wild laughter in equal measure, Sera on his heels as her arrows provided cover. Dorian cursed the demons in Tevene as he set the ones left in Bull's wake ablaze. Cassandra and Blackwall rallied us all with their battle prowess and valor, Cole sneaking around the field to pick off the vulnerable. Solas and Varric kept their distance, keeping score of who had the most kills and making bets as to who would come out the most victorious among us. Ellana, Vivienne and I charged the demons, spectral swords in hand as our blades made of the Fade burst into existence.
Blades cleaving the demons in two, the magic of the Fade causing their blood to sizzle on the spectral metal, I sensed as the Veil slowly strengthened with each demon we ended. I could almost sense consciousnesses on the other side of the Veil watching and cheering us on.
Nearly as soon as the battle had begun, it was over and the Veil restored.

Ellana turned to us, spectral blade scattering on the wind. "Let us return to Hawen and finally put the Keeper to rest."

We followed her back to the Dalish camp to find the Lavellans seeing to final preparations for Deshanna. I felt a sense of unease I looked upon her still body, remembering her last act in life being one of sacrifice for me. To right a wrong she had committed.
Her seal still held as I had not heard from the dark voice since, but I knew the threat still remained. Like a dark cloud constantly hanging over my head, I was not free. Not yet.
I prayed to the Maker that my time at Solasan would be the key, the final piece to allow me the strength to fully face that darkness within me and whatever truths it would bring to light. Not only that, but that I would also come to fully understand all the powers that had been unlocked upon the restoration of my magic.
Something was different, I could sense things I had never been able to before, but it was more than that. There was a power, asleep, dwelling within that I had not yet grasped. I offered a prayer on behalf of Deshanna in thanks and forgiveness.

"You're...you're one of the dreamers, aren't you? Touched by the ancestors?"

I turned to find a young male looking at me with curious eyes. He had dark eyes, auburn hair and the vallaslin of Ghilan'nain upon his forehead. "I am a dreamer, yes."

"Creators...that's...I apologize, I'm being rude."

"Not at all. I...understand the rarity and...I understand the significance to the Dalish."

"What is it like?"

"What?"

"The Beyond? Spirits? Walking the Beyond fully conscious?"

I gave him a small smile. "Unlike anything, but...life, mortal life, is still far more interesting. While the Fade is...nearly incomprehensible, it is also...predictable. Life and people are far less so."

"Still...I can't imagine. We're taught to fear it, but respect those like you." He met my eyes. "What about the Inquisition? Is it all that we've heard?"

"What have you heard?"

"That you're truly trying to restore order? That anyone is welcome? That your Inquisitor gave Taven historical evidence that could damage your Chantry?"

"Yes," I chuckled. "Why are you so curious? And why are you asking...one who is not of 'the people'?"

He gave a timid smile and blushed a little. "I...I want to join the Inquisition. Suppose you could say I'm of the same mind as Olafin."

"You should ask the Inquisitor, not me," I suggested.

"I know, but the Keeper wouldn't allow it no matter who I asked. If your Inquisitor can persuade him, then perhaps." He let out a sigh. "That may be out of the question now given the...confrontation earlier."

"The Inquisitor would do what she must to earn your Keeper's approval. Make your request to her and she will see it done."

He gave me a surprised look. "Really?"

"The Inquisition, and it's Inquisitor value any and all that wish to aid us."

A broad smile lit his face. "Alright, I'll ask her. Thank you!"

I watched at Ellana spoke easily and freely with the Dalish clan, even Hawen seemed more cordial after we'd cleansed Var Bellanaris of demons. The clan shared with Ellana needs that were going unmet and spoke of missing clansmen. Ellana traded what could be with them, easing their worry. She promised to look for those missing and with Taven's praise, any damage that had been done seemed to be smoothed over—so long as I and the others kept our distance.
I would catch Ma and the others looking at me, almost beckoning, but we could not afford to appear overly familiar before the other clan. If anything were to happen, I could not be revealed. As the Lavellans prepared to carry Deshanna to the burial ground, it was made clear that while our presence had been tolerated, we were not welcome to stay amongst the Dalish without Ellana. Ellana was clearly furious, but she did not push the issue.
Instead, we left for the Inquisition camp. Scout Harding reported that Rylen and the battalion had succeeded at reclaiming the nearest ramparts, but planned on camping there overnight to keep it protected. Dinner was passed around and the others went to bed or off to see to personal letters. Solas, Cassandra and I remained.

Staring into my stew, I posed a question. "What does 'era'harel' mean, Solas?"

"Why do you ask?"

I met his blue-grey eyes. "Something within Solasan called me that."

"It translates as 'demon mage'," he explained. "It was sometimes used as…an impolite name for dreamers like ourselves."

"I called it a monster. It claimed I am the same."

"Some…have seen us in that light, given what we are capable of; the ability to…drive others mad or even kill them within the Fade via their consciousness." Solas looked away. "But what…and why would…" He looked back to me. "What else was said?"

"They're growing impatient. Solasan holds some sort of test for me."

"Was it demons?" Cassandra questioned.

"I honestly don't know," I stated. "But…I do not think I have much choice, but to go now. If they are going to haunt my dreams."

"You have been called," Solas stated. "Whatever lies within, it wants you."

"And if it is a demon?"

"There will be time enough to train you. Do you fear demons, Talitha?"

Desire wearing Cullen's face flashed in my mind. The shadow in my heart seemed to be laughing within me. I felt the blood on my hands of the templars I had slaughtered in rage. "Fear them? No. Fear myself? Yes."

Solas gave a nod. "Good."

"Good?" Cassandra questioned.

"Yes, Seeker. Would you not agree that it is more pertinent to fear your own power than the power of others?"

Cassandra hesitated a moment, considering. Her dark eyes met mine. "I would agree. It keeps you humble and from doing harm accidentally." She stared me down. "You need not fear demons. You have overcome them before, you can do so again."

I did not have the heart to tell them that I feared this would be different. Something was coming, something that would either make or break me. Did I have the strength to overcome? Or would I give in? Solas dismissed himself. I could feel Cassandra's eyes on me.

"Cassandra. Promise me you will take care of him, no matter what happens."

"I will not make that promise," she bit, knowing of whom I spoke. "You will take care of him yourself. You cannot fail. It would destroy him."

I met her dark eyes. "And if what returns is not me?"

"Then I will put you down," she promised. "And bear the weight of his hatred as I keep him from destroying himself. Do not make me his enemy."

I gave a nod before making my way to my tent. Slipping into dreams, I stood within the black chamber of Solasan. My armored self before me, awake. Fanged teeth and black eyes stared me down as that ancient voice spoke.

"I sense fear in you, somniari," it said. "Good."

"What is it you want from me?" I demanded.

"As I said before: freedom."

"Is this all a trick to possess me? Is there nothing that awaits me, but you?"

It laughed. "Come and see."

I summoned a blade. "No. We end this now."

The creature snarled. "Do not even dare, da'len. You are meant to enter this temple. To face what lay within. The test must take place."

"So is this part of the test, then?" I growled. "If I don't come, I fail?"

"You are smart."

"Then why terrorize me?"

"You think this terror?" It bared its teeth. "Child, you do not even know terror. Will you run in fear or will you face us?"

"'Us'?"

"Come and see. Or perish a coward."

Cold sweat on my skin as I awoke, I puzzled. What was within the temple? What was this test? Was I only falling into a trap?
Do not fear, Meira. I cannot say more, but I beg you, do not fear, Purpose spoke. What is the opposite of fear? Cole had asked me. What is the opposite of fear?
I felt I knew the answer, that it was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Frustrated, I threw the covers off myself and dressed. Sunrise was painting the sky as my eyes landed on Solas and Ellana. Standing as close as possible without being impertinent. Solas's gaze flicked to me and they stepped apart. Ellana turned to me.

"Are you ready?"

Nothing was said as we followed Solas, who seemed far more anxious than I thought him capable of the closer to his friend we got. He'd asked Ellana, Cassandra and I to join him, Cole too much at risk and the others too judgmental. Bodies began appearing as we followed the river and neared a rocky area. A few mages, slaughtered by arrows, but after them—

"These aren't mages," Solas observed, "The bodies were burned by lightning and these claw marks...No. No, no, no." Panic was in his voice now.

"A demon's work, unless I am mistaken," Cassandra murmured, sympathy in her voice. No matter her thoughts on Solas' beliefs, it was clear that Cassandra understood what spirits meant to him. And what the evidence before us was suggesting.

Solas raced ahead of us. Only a few feet later a gasp escaped him as our eyes landed upon what had been his friend. "My friend!" he cried.

A large demon of pride was hunched over within a magical cage of some sort. Pain laced through me as we drew nearer to it, but I sensed something beyond my own pain—I sensed the demon's pain. It did not wish to be what it was now, in fact, it was painful for it.
It often is when we are forced into our other nature, Purpose's voice spoke. The wisdom spirit it was before was a gentle spirit, wanting only to gather more wisdom to itself and teach others. This...what these mages did...it is much like what you suffered, Meira. A sundering of what it was...a violation of its very being. Solas understands this...be wary of the rage burning within him.

I turned to find the elf male speaking with Ellana. He let out a noise of both rage and despair as he turned to Ellana, his eyes ablaze with fury. Her voice was gentle as she stated the obvious, "The mages turned your friend into a demon."

Solas glared at the demon, his lips curled as he bared his teeth. "Yes," he spit.

"You said it was a spirit of wisdom, not a fighter?" Ellana probed.

Solas turned his steely gaze on her. "That is not its natural form. It's been corrupted! A spirit becomes a demon when denied its original purpose. It was forced into this! Oh, what did they do? What did they do? What did they do?" His fingers clawed at his face, as if wanting to tear into something, anything in recompense for his friend.

"So they summoned it for something so opposed to its own nature that is was corrupted...fighting?"

A group of mages approached us, relief on their faces. They wore tattered Circle robes, were dirty and seemed exhausted.

"Let us ask them!" Solas barked.

A middle age man stepped towards Solas and Ellana. "Mages! You're not with the bandits?" His voice was accented like those from Kirkwall. "Do you have any lyrium potions? Most of us are exhausted. We've been fighting that demon."

"You summoned that demon!" Solas bit, "Except it was a spirit of wisdom at the time! You made it kill! You twisted it against its purpose!"

The man was affronted. "I-I-I understand how it might be confusing to someone who has not studied demons, but after you help us—"

"—We are not here to help you," Solas spit, lightning beginning to crackle along his skin.

Cassandra and I exchanged a glance. Never had we seen Solas act with so little composure. It spoke not only to the gravity this situation bore to him, but also the true depth of his emotions. For the first time, I was seeing the Solas that Ellana was falling in love with. He was deeply passionate—in this instance, almost frighteningly so—much like Cullen.

"We came to help your friend, Solas, but I doubt this man deliberately unleashed a demon." Solas furrowed his brow at Ellana.

"Of course not! Do you think me mad?" The mage was astonished at the accusation.

"I think you stupid," Solas chided, "That's far worse."

"Listen to me—" the man argued.

"Word of advice? I'd hold off on explaining how demons work to my friend here," Ellana interrupted.

"I was one of the foremost experts in the Kirkwall Cir—"

"—Shut. Up." Solas seethed.

"Solas, is there any way to help your friend now that it's a demon?" Ellana cut in.

"You cannot befriend a demon," the mage protested. "However amicable it might appear, it must be ended."

"You know nothing of this," Solas raged. "You summoned it to protect you from the dangers here."

"I...yes," the man admitted, shame crossing his features.

"You bound it to obedience, then commanded it to kill," Solas accused. "That is when it turned. You've done more than enough. We will set things to rights." He turned to Ellana, dismissing the mage. "The summoning circle. We break it, we break the binding. No order to kill, no conflict with its nature, no demon."

"What?!" The mage asked, incredulous. "The binding is the only thing keeping the demon from killing us! Whatever it was before, it is a monster now!"

"Inquisitor, please," Solas begged.

"I'll do everything I can to save your friend, Solas," Ellana said, gently. "Besides, breaking that circle has to be easier than fighting a demon."

"The summoning circle is part of the demon's current nature. It will certainly attack us as we attempt to break it," Solas warned.

Ellana sighed, a mirthless smirk on her face. "Of course it will."

Solas's lips twitched. "Thank you, Inquisitor." A monstrous roar emitted from the demon, the binding circle crackling with energy in response. Whatever magic the mages had been working to subdue the demon was fading. The Circle mages scattered in fear. "We must hurry!"

Running up the hill, the demon began attacking immediately.

"Try not to hurt it," Solas begged, dodging an attack. "Focus on the binding!"

We attacked the pillars the mages had erected, glyphs written upon them and the ground. As soon as we did, the demon roared in pain and fury. I felt the tingle of lightning and Fade-stepped away just in time to avoid the demon's attack. Turning to the creature, it's many eyes were upon me.

"Talitha!" Solas cried. "Distract it if you can!"

Running away from the others, I tried to draw its attention. Instead, it focused upon them. I threw ice at the creature, but it seemed to ignore it entirely. Summoning my blade, I swung at it.
Roaring as black blood spilled from the small wound, it rounded on me. Claws raced through the air at me, too fast to Fade-step, I cloaked myself with the Fade. As the demon's claws passed through, I was pulled into the Fade. The demon before me, we stood within Solasan.
Meira! Get out! Get out! Purpose warned. I tried to renter the mortal realm, but couldn't.

"Come, era'harel, can you tame the monster?" The creature wearing my face appeared behind it.

"What?"

"Reach out to it."

"No!"

"Then perish."

The pride demon rushed me, but instead of attacking physically, it tried to seize control of me. Screaming in agony as it's presence warred within my own, feeling as if my insides were burning, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst. The pride demon was nothing but anger and wrath, no coherent thoughts, nothing to grab on to for purchase.
A want for revenge, to kill those who had dared to bind it, to wield me as its tool to exact its rightful vengeance. They had dared to summon it, to order it to kill as if it were a mortal dog. They deserved death for their impertinence and it deserved freedom to bring all mortals to ruin for what they had done to it.
Meira! Fight! Just a little longer!
 Who was Meira? I am—
 I cried out in relief as something burst. The binding was broken and the spirit free. It apologized to me as it stepped into the mortal realm.
We watched as the demon melted away to reveal a spirit. It had the form of an elven female in elegant robes. She looked distorted, no doubt unable to bring her true form into being at the loss of her strength. She was fading on the wind.
A sad smile was on her face as her glowing eyes met Solas. He kneeled before her, his shoulders curving with grief as he beheld his friend. Gone was the pain and agony she had been feeling, instead relief took its place. I shook from what had nearly happened, my body feeling too tight. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I thanked the Maker that I had not been possessed.

"Lethallin. Ir Abelas," Solas apologized in elvish.

"Tel'abelas. Enasal. Ir tel'him. Ma melava halani. Mala suledin nadas. Ma ghilana mir din'an," the spirit spoke, her voice strained and laced with pain. I could not understand all she said to Solas, but it seemed to pain him greatly as his shoulders curved more.

He lowered his head a moment, before raising his hands to cup her face. "Ma nuvenin." Magic flowed from his palms, gentle and soothing. Like ash on a light breeze, she faded away. "Dareth shiral."

Ellana approached Solas, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I heard what it said. It was right, you did help it. I am sorry, Solas." Her voice was full of the care she held for him as she spoke those words. I looked away, wanting to give them a moment. My eyes fell on the mages as they approached us once more.

"I must endure," Solas murmured, pulling me back to them.

"Let me know if I can help," Ellana offered, quietly, but with feeling.

Solas stood after a moment, a sad smile on his face as his intense gaze swept over Ellana. "You already have," he replied with equal feeling. His face twisted then into a snarl as he turned to the mages approaching. It was three in all. "All that remains now is them."

"Thank you," the middle aged man spoke. "We would not have risked the summoning, but the roads are too dangerous to travel unprotected."

Solas charged the man, lightning dancing along his skin. "You...tortured and killed my friend!"

Fear crossed the man's features. "We didn't know it was just a spirit! Th-the book said it could help us!" He put his hands up helplessly as Solas pointed his staff at him.

With compassion, understanding and love in her voice, Ellana spoke, "Solas." It was a command to back down, but one she regretted having to give.

Solas stood there a moment, unmoving, and I believed he would kill them anyway. Yet, his staff lowered.
"Never again." He turned to Ellana. "Do with them what you will, Inquisitor, I trust your judgment." His eyes met mine. "I need some time alone. It is time for the Lieutenant-Commander and I to set off for Solasan. She will train and I will take time to...mourn." Ellana reached out to him, but he pretended not to notice.
"We will meet you back at Skyhold." He came to me, still ignoring Ellana's obvious hurt. "Say your goodbyes and meet me at the Inquisition camp. I wish to speak with Scout Harding and be assured of our route."

I gave him a nod in response and he departed. Looking to Ellana and seeing the confusion and sadness on her face for only a moment before she schooled her features into the mask of the Inquisitor, she gave me a slight nod.

Turning to the mages, she addressed them. "I believe you have fended for yourselves long enough and in so doing, you nearly brought ruination upon yourselves and innocent passersby. Would you be willing to join the Inquisition and the other mages there? You would be protected and free from resorting to dangerous magic."

"Are you going to lock us up for summoning a demon?" one asked. "Even out here, word has reached us that you have templars amongst your ranks. What we did would have earned us the brand in Kirkwall."

"I heard Knight-Captain Cullen is the Commander of your armies?" The lead mage probed. "What would he do to us?"

"The Templar Order has no jurisdiction within the Inquisition," Ellana assured. "No punishment will befall you unless I or my Lieutenant-Commander deem it necessary."

"'Lieutenant-Commander'?"

Ellana gestured to me. "Lieutenant-Commander Talitha, leader of the mage battalion. Currently, she is leading the way on getting mages and templars to work together through mixed military groups. Beyond that, the mages within the Inquisition fall under her protection and leadership."

They all looked to me. "What would you do with us?"

I took a moment to think. "What you did here was foolish, but done out of desperation. It is that very desperation—and the path it leads us down—the common people fear. I would give you a second chance amongst the Inquisition to prove yourselves worthy of the freedom you have been granted. There is much the mages are tasked with beyond the battalion. We would have a use for you and you would be protected."

"How will we get to your stronghold, Inquisitor?"

"We will be here for some time before we move on," Ellana informed them. "There is much to be set right here. Once that is done, I would have you return to Skyhold with the mage battalion. For now, you will camp with the Inquisition. If you would follow us."

I told Solas and Ellana what had happened in hushed tones when they'd said I'd nearly been possessed. Cassandra had sensed it, fighting it with her abilities as Solas and Ellana scrambled to break the binding. It had only been moments, but it had been close.
We made our way back to the main camp, finding Rylen, Solana and Barris standing with Solas and Scout Harding. They seemed to be having a heated argument as we approached.

"The Lieutenant-Commander is needed here! Not galavanting with you across Orlais," Barris argued.

"She needs training, Barris!" Solana shouted. "How can she focus entirely upon us when she's dealing with new powers she barely knows how to control?"

"She's got more control than the two of you," Rylen scoffed.

"Shut it, Captain!" They shouted in unison.

"During our battle with the demon, I sensed her powers warring within her. I fear if she does not train soon, disaster will befall her," Solas warned. "She is of no use to you until she learns to master whatever power is within her."

"Let her go," Rylen stated. "You two can lead well enough on your own. You've already done so if the last couple of days are proof enough."

"Exactly!" Solana stated.

"That aside, Captain, she is to lead us. Not Amell and I. If she's going to continue to be absent, perhaps—"

"—Perhaps, what, Ser Barris?" Ellana demanded, her voice cool.

Barris went silent. "Forgive me, Inquisitor."

"I do not wish to leave you," I promised. "But...Solas is right. I need to."

"How is her absence any different than Commander Cullen's?" Ellana questioned. "He is not always amongst his soldiers, yet do you question his fitness to lead you all?"

Barris snapped his head up. "I...no."

"Then why do you question hers?"

Barris shifted, uncomfortable. "I shouldn't have, Inquisitor."

"No, you shouldn't have," Ellana bit. "You were placed at the head of the templars, Ser Barris, to lead. Ser Trevelyan as your second when you must be absent—as you were recently. Solana was chosen as the Lieutenant's second to lead when she must be absent. You must be willing to work with her when the Lieutenant is absent. Is that the issue here?"

Barris glanced at Solana. "No."

"Good. You will lead alongside Solana just as you would alongside Talitha, do I make myself clear?" Ellana stared the young man down.

"Yes, Inquisitor."

"Inquisitor, if I may," I interjected, "he should be allowed to ask questions."

Ellana turned her fierce eyes on me. "Ask questions, yes. To question and unintentionally sow dissension among the other templars, no." She looked once more to Barris. "I understand your wariness, Barris, given the situation we helped you and the other templars out of. You do not wish to lead your men astray under poor leadership once more or follow blindly. You may ask me if you have questions about leadership, but do not question it in front of your men."

Barris gave a salute. "I understand, Inquisitor. Thank you."

"Maker, can we move on, please?" Rylen begged. "What do you need of us, Inquisitor?"

"Solas and Talitha are departing for Solasan," Ellana explained. "The rest of us will remain here to stabilize the area. Were you able to make contact with the Orlesian army, Captain?"

"Aye, we broke through. A nice plab of demons between us and them. Rifts all over here, Inquisitor, not to mention some dark magic drawing them out as well.
"Met a Corporal Rosselin and his soldiers trying to reclaim the eastern ramparts from the undead. Took setting fire to a pit of bodies to end the undead rising. It was protected by an arcane horror and magical barriers. Set by someone, Inquisitor.
"Rosselin said his Marshal and some of Grand Duke Gaspard's army are held up within a fort further East. The rest of the Duke's army was stationed at the western ramparts, but they've had no contact with them for weeks. As for Empress Celene's troops, they've had no contact with them since the Breach opened up and last they knew the bridge to the citadel they occupied was destroyed."

"Creators," Ellana swore. "Anything else?"

"The War of Lions, the undead and the demons seem to be the biggest issues plaguing this land, Inquisitor."

"Oh, is that all, Captain?" Ellana groused.

Rylen flashed a crooked smile. "Figured it'd be a walk in the park for you, Your Worship."

Ellana let out a laugh. "You've too much faith in me. You and the rest of the Inquisition."

Rylen shrugged. "You're not doing it alone, but we know you capable."

Ellana rolled her eyes. "Flatterer."

Rylen gave a flourishing bow. "I live to serve, Your Worship."

"Inquisitor," Solas interrupted, "We need to be on our way as soon as possible."

Ellana gave a nod before approaching the elf male. She asked that he lay out the route we'd be taking and discussed various things with him before turning to Solana and Rylen to inform them of the mages we had rescued.

"I apologize, Lieutenant-Commander," Barris offered, "I was out of line."

I shook my head. "No, Ser Barris. I understand your concern, and believe me, I do not wish to leave you all. But, for the sake of us all, I must."

"Maker, watch over you, then," he saluted. "And return to us swiftly."

"Maker, guide your steps, Ser Barris. Lead them true."

Barris saluted once more before turning away. Rylen took his place, a warm grin on his face. "My lady."

"Captain," I smiled.

"I wish I could join you, my lady," he stated, "I swore to Cullen I would protect you while away."

"And I appreciate it, Captain, but you are needed here. Where I am going, what I must do…I fear no one will be able to help me."

Rylen's smile faltered. "What do you mean?"

I looked away. "It's just a feeling." I met his blue eyes. "Rylen…if…if…I should not return…"

"None of that, my lady," Rylen ordered, his gaze fierce. "You will return. You must." He took my hand. "Whatever comes, whatever you face, you will defeat it. And come out stronger."

I gripped his hand. "I pray you are right."

"You and the Commander are not so very different," Rylen observed, "I have yet to see an obstacle either of you have not conquered. You're not alone, my lady. Never think that you are." Fighting tears, I nodded. "I don't pretend to know all the two of you have been through, but I do know there is nothing that will keep you apart. If all else fails, remember that he is waiting for you. That he needs you." He chucked my chin. "And that he would tear apart the world to find you."

I let out a tearful chuckle at that. "We don't need that."

Rylen shook his head. "No, 'cause I'd be stuck trying to keep him from getting himself killed. Don't make me have to save you both."

I flashed him a smile. "I'll try."

"I'll watch over your troops, my lady, and your family," he saluted. "You have my word. Maker, be with you."

"You're a good man, Rylen," I praised.

He winked, his tattoos twisting with the expression. "Only for you, my lady."

"Maker, watch over you," I offered. He bowed to kiss my hand before nodding.

"Don't take too long," Solana ordered. "I can't handle leading this group of children for too long."

"I'll do my best, Sol. And you do yours."

She flipped her braid over her shoulder. "Don't I always?" Then she grabbed me in a fierce hug. "Be careful, do you understand me?"

"I will."

"Talitha," Ellana called and I turned to her. "Succeed in this and return to us. Dareth shiral. Ar lath ma." I gave a nod to her, knowing we could not act as sisters before the others.

"It is time, Talitha," Solas commanded as he mounted his horse.

Approaching Mouse, I looked over the others once more. Maker, watch over them. Pulling myself into the saddle, I gave a salute, which they all answered.
Ghilani following, Solas leading, I turned Mouse away from them. Swallowing down the fear that I would never see them again, I set my eyes on the horizon and vowed I would make it back to them. To him.

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