A/N: I did a thing. I don't know what I did, but I did it.

Female Inquisitor Lavellan. I think that is all the background you need.

It happened too fast.

One who once was my greatest friend disappeared, only to return as the world's enemy.

Why? Why did he have to betray me so!

Our last meeting replays in my mind.

The sorrow, the determination, the pain, the betrayal, the love.

Every time the memory twists further and further.

Every time it becomes more and more distorted.

You were apologizing, now I know what for.

He loves me, but he will still destroy me.

I love him and I will let him destroy me.

My Mask mustn't slip. As Inquisitor, I have a role to play.

This role has no need to process or grieve.

I have to hide my personal emotions, a skill I have sadly become efficient in.

The politicians awaiting will tear into any weakness.

Constructing a weakened cloak of confidence, authority, and dominance to hide behind, I enter the vipers' pit.

The council's demands and meetings disregard my own inner turmoil.

Within the cacophony of rage, anger, hate, and confusion they demand to know what the Inquisition will do in response to this new threat.

In the face of my greatest betrayal, they demand to know what I will do.

Disband! The Inquisition has done its job. The hole in the sky is closed and those responsible are defeated.

The lie passes my lips with ease.

With that the Inquisition is done, I am done.

Like a ghost, I must disappear.

With a burst of pain, my hand lights the way.

Into the rift and out again.

Fold the fade, and travel.

Again, and again.

My hand screams in agony, but I mustn't stop.

Demons follow and tempt me, but I must not be tempted.

Only one demon is allowed, and he is of my own making.

No rest, no looking back.

Onward and forward I must go, till my world fades and I am left unfound.

Undergrowth and roots hinder my journey.

The canopy of vegetation blocks out the light of day and muffles the sounds of life.

Not a soul in sight or hearing.

At last, alone.

A burst of light and pain take over.

Agony in every scream, heartbreak in every whimper.

A bed of foliage beneath me.

Ferns caress my face as if to whisper,

Let go. It's okay now. You are hidden.

Into the deep sleep, I fade.

Willing to never wake.

My last wish, full of love and sorrow for what will never be,

May The Dread Wolf Take Me.

A/N: Okay, there is a lot there. Or not. Depends on how deep you want to analyze. Rough summary for those reading till the end. Lavellan romanced Solas. Badda Bing, Badda Boom, he totally breaks her in Trespasser. She keeps her hand, disbands the Inquisition, and fade travels into The Tirashan. (Not short fade walks, recklessly folding the fade so much every mage should feel that shit from Orlais to Par Volen. Hence the Demons following her.) In the deepest, most densely packed part of the forest, she quits resisting the mark on her hand, letting it consume her and take over. Into the deep sleep will be that deep elf sleep. And her last wish is for Solas to kill her, and he kinda has. She sees the mark on her hand as an extension of Solas's magic.

**Spoiler warning**

But will it? ...And isn't the Hero of Ferelden suppose to be in the western lands. The Tirashan is on the west of the map. Am I giving away spoilers to the 2nd part? Yup. It's still in progress, but that is half of it right there.