Andraste tossed and turned in her sleep as for nearly two weeks now she was plagued by dreams of a large black Hart with horns of gleaming sliver watching her from the edge of a clearing, every night she got closer to the Hart but never reached it and every night without fail as she was shocked awake at the end she heard a voice that was not the maker's whisper in her ears 'I am waiting come to me my Sweet Halla, come back to my side once more.' and every night that they travel north to march against the Tevinter Imperium the louder the voice became. She tossed one last time as she fell out of bed waking in a panic scrambling to dress herself in the twilight of the morning, her human husband she married not out of love but out of a need for his armies grumbled and tried to pull her back to bed. "I have to find him!" She hissed at the man, this night when she was about to awaken she heard another voice this one was the maker saying only a few words. 'Find the hart.' The man grumbled as he pulled the blankets off to join her in dressing and calling for their closest followers as the faster this fools errand was done the fast he would be back in bed and asleep.
The group set off into the woods following their prophet and leader down a trail only she could seem to see, the group was panting heavily by the time they reached a small clearing. Andraste stopped so suddenly that her childhood friend crashed into her back before falling backwards, the group was about to ask what was wrong when they saw it step out of the shadows made by the trees. The largest Hart any of the group and ever seen stood there with a black that was like obsidian made fur with horns that look like crafted star light with bright golden eyes, Andraste stepped forward as if in a trance and the Hart watched her with interest and when she stopped halfway it bowed its horned head before it became shrouded in light.
Andraste gasped at the sight of the tall elven man now standing before her, he was six and a half feet tall and built like a Hart with obsidian hair that was cropped close to his skull and deep golden eyes and large pointed ears that raised with interest when he looked her over and his gaze settled on her left arm. She flushed at his gaze as her mark was odd compared to others of her race and tribe it was highly stylized with a pure black Hart with silver horns dancing around her bicep with a silver Halla with gold Horns and they danced in a large forest of greens and browns with blue sky, to her surprise he smiled at her after catching her eyes and for some reason it warmed her to see his smile. When he spoke it was with a deep rumbling voice that made her think this man might really be a Hart turned man. "I have been waiting for you my Sweet Halla." She flushed at the love in his voice, but she also felt confusion as she did not know this man. "Who are you and how do you know me?" He laughed before sliding his hunter's coat down his arms revealing to the entire groups surprise a matching tattoo to her own on his left arm. "I am your soulmate and you may call me Shartan. As to how I know you let us just say that I have waited for you since you last died in my arms." That caused a stir amongst her companions as they knew that some elves lived long enough to have two soulmates in their life times but this man looked no older than twenty-five but carried the air of one many time his age.
The months passed and everyone but her human husband welcomed the man with open arms as he was an excellent leader of men and rallied the elves to their cause, her husband did not welcome him as she ends up being his wife in name only as she refused to share her bed with him instead finding her pleasure in the elven man. Monarth has had enough they were waging a war that they could not win and the elf who stole his wife only seemed to encourage her, yes he shielded her in battle no one could flank her or try a trick to catch her as he was always there for her. So her husband made a deal with the enemy as he had what he had been promised by her the land he wanted was his now why should he push for more, all it took was for him to slip a poison into the man's wine and his wife's then wait before sneaking in the Tevinter rouges and it was done.
Shartan wakes and knows at once something is wrong as his arm burns in pain and her Halla is not at his side, He runs out of the tent and finds word has spread that their prophet is gone captured by the Tevinter imperium. He gathers the generals together and they begin a march to save their prophet and his soulmate, they can not catch up to her before the nightfall forces them to stop and Monarth pulls him into his tent to have a drink and help him calm down. "I know we have not seen eye to eye on somethings but don't worry this will all be over soon Shartan and then when you and that traitorous whore are dead I will rule the south in peace!" Shartan lunges for him but the drink was drugged and he feels his limbs fail him by dropping him to the ground, once more he curses the veil as with it much of his power was sealed in the place where the sky was held back and until the wolf awoke he was far too weak to cleanse the poison from his blood. He woke in a dungeon shackled to the wall and the mark on his arm burning, soon he saw the source curled up on the floor bleeding from the lashings across her back.
The following days pass in a blur as he is kept drugged to prevent him using his magic as they prepare to execute his soulmate, they had tried to rape her but found out that his mind may not be able to command his magic his instincts could as the moment they even joked about it the dungeon started shaking from the force of his magic unrestrained by the veil due to the drugs affecting him strangely. He tried to comfort his soulmate in what ever way he could while chained to a wall and forced to watch her beat and whipped, it was almost a blessing when the day came for them to be killed but the fates were not kind as she was taken to be killed in public while he would be killed after her death in a cold dark cell. The pain from his mark reached a new height before suddenly stopping and with it his mind broke, what happened next Shartan could never remember all he knew was he felt her die and his magic surged back to the power that once made him feared by all elves and when he came to again it was gone again and he was a Hart in the clearing where he met her the first time.
He would remain a hart wandering the woods until his next soulmate came to him, a young huntress from the newly founded dalish clans. This huntress would teach him to walk among the dalish without offending them while hiding the secret he kept as the past was gone and it was the old world that destroyed his first love, however it quickly became apparent that the humans did not like the new dalish religion and fights kept breaking out over it. in one such fight the huntress would save a small human child only to ran through by the boy's own father, once again his powers came back for a small bit as the town disappeared from the maps leave only a carter where is once was and this time he found himself on a small island that had his soulmate of the time's favourite fishing spot. Once more a hart he simply sat watching the water for several years until his mark burned once more telling him to stand and find her once more.