Happy Friday all! Thanks for reading the last chapter. See you at the bottom, enjoy!

Ellana was unconscious again, which honestly, was the way that Solas was beginning to prefer her. This way she wouldn't keep destroying the expectations he had set for the Elves of this time period. She had determination to make a change, something that Solas had not encountered in the Dalish and City Elves that he had met since he'd woken up.

She shivered slightly in her sleep as the mark on her hand flared up for a moment. With the Breach partially sealed it seemed that the mark was not growing at a constant rate any longer. She had more control over the mark than he would have thought a non-magic user could manage. Solas pulled the wool blanket around her shoulders as another gust of cold air pushed through the wooden walls of her cabin.

He sighed.

At least she was clothed properly and was given an actual bed to sleep in this time. It was a vast improvement to the prison cell the humans had put her in last time. Solas had been given a room on the opposite side of Haven, something that he believed was done deliberately. It seemed that even though they both helped save this little Chantry camp, and possibly all of Thedas, two elves that didn't identify as servants, or Andrastians, were too dangerous to be kept near each other. For all the humans knew they could be planning the downfall of Chantry behind closed doors. The mere thought of attempting to dismantle their little religion brought a wolfish grin to his face.

It wouldn't be the first time that Solas had destroyed a belief system and an entire way of life. He just hoped it would end better than the first one did.

Solas nearly groaned remembering how everything had fallen apart at the end. All the people he had lost. He didn't even know what had become of his generals, his spymaster. He assumed that they had all perished, but he wasn't sure how or when.

He shook his head, that was enough focusing on the past. He brought his magic forward and healing the remaining minor injuries littered on Ellana. He felt her forehead quickly, just to make sure she wasn't falling ill and to his relief it was normal, if only a little cold. Her condition was improving and he figured that within the next few hours Ellana would wake up. Solas needed to speak to her, about the mark and about her origins. There was something not quite right about her, the way she spoke and acted around him. Her mannerisms and general appearance resembled those of Elves long past. She knew something about him, but wasn't telling, instead she teased.

Solas sighed. It wasn't as if she owed him an explanation. He was going to need to gain her trust, which was something he was willing to spend his time doing. Ellana seemed too different, just from their brief interactions.

He hadn't thought that she could actually help with the breach. Just from healing her in the prison cell, he knew how much pain that mark caused her, but she had fought through it, impressing him further.

She had actually managed to halt the expansion of the Breach with basic knowledge of how her mark worked and it didn't kill her. Solas had expected the mark to take her life this last time, not that he told anyone that. He hadn't thought that her mortal body would be able to handle the strain a second time, but here she was again, unconscious and mumbling in her sleep, calling out to people he'd never heard of.

Though, many of his early thoughts about Ellana were incorrect. His initial idea of what Ellana looked like had been very misconstrued by the abysmal dungeon lighting. After the battle Ellana had been cleaned off by some of the servants to make sure that under all her clothing there was nothing that could get infected or cause any more damage to her than the mark already was.

It turned out that her skin and hair were much lighter than his first impression of her on the battlefield. She was much paler after taking off three layers of dirt and grim. Her hair, which he had assumed was a dirty brown was a white blonde, but it was still shaved on the left side of her head. The women that had tended to her earlier had taken her hair out of her traditional braid and if customs had been kept about warriors and their hair, Ellana was going to be furious when she found out that it had been touched without her permission.

Solas had been tempted more than once to try and visit her while she deep in the fade, to just catch a glimpse of what her mind was like when it was unguarded and at its most vulnerable. He'd done that more than once back when he was revered as a god, but he was still weak and didn't want to push his boundaries with Ellana yet. He needed her on his side for now. She was strong and very capable in a fight, which seemed to be where they were all headed with the Chantry calling for her head.

The Commander and the Right and Left Hands of the previous Divine put their collective feet down to stop the Chantry of gaining custody of the young unconscious elf in their care. The people of Haven regard her as a hero, so there was some protection there.

They have begun hailing this Dalish Elf "The Herald of Andraste," which was blasphemous on more levels than Solas was willing to think about. Not only were they discounting this woman's heritage they were easily riling up the Chantry further. He swore humans never thought anything though as well as they could. They could have at least waited before Ellana woke up before naming her after their deity.

Of course, Varric was making matters worse. He was spreading stories around camp about Ellana's feats in battle and how she had helped stitch the hole in the sky. They were, of course, extremely embellished, but they were helping morale. The only problem was that it was spreading the new name given to Ellana. He highly doubted that she was going to enjoy the extra amount of attention.

A knock from the front door nearly caused Solas to jump. He hadn't expected anyone to try and see their new Herald until she woke up on her own. He could tell the person on the other side to merely leave, that would be best for him, but it could be someone bringing something for Ellana. So, he wrapped her in an extra blanket and stoked the fire magically, making the room warmer before he called for the person to enter.

To his surprise it was the Seeker that had come to visit. There was a chest in her hands and by the way that she was carrying it, he assumed that it was heavy. "Can I help you, Seeker?" He asked, eyebrow raised as he watched her bring the trunk to the foot of the bed. She shook her head, placing it on the floor with a soft, but still audible thud.

"Thank you for watching over her, Solas. Despite you being an apostate, your help as been invaluable when it comes to the health of the Herald."

"So, she's "The Herald" now, instead of the prisoner. How your tune changes when an elf does what you want. Do you think this woman wants to be your Herald?"

The Seeker's jaw clenched at the accusation her Nevarran accent coming out ticker than normal. "That wasn't why I freed her at the temple, Solas. Thedas needs her. Is she close to waking up?"

"Soon." He replied standing up from the wooden chair he'd been sitting in for the past few hours. "There isn't anything more for me to do. If you need me I'll be across camp."

It taken a few days, but the crisp mountain air helped clear his head and simmer his temper down. He had escaped the camp for the afternoon, staying just outside of its wooden walls. His staff was slung across his back, incase someone decided that the elven apostate helping the Inquisition wasn't worth the air he breathed. He'd seen Elves slayed for less.

How his people had fallen.

Being in this veiled world and constantly around humans, had him acting against his better judgment. Everything in this world was different. With the veil in place nothing felt normal to Solas quite yet.

Now, from the rumors that he'd heard around camp, Haven was now going to be the base of operations for the Inquisition and Ellana was going to be running errands for them. He hadn't seen her in days, Solas assumed that she was being educated in the way of the Chantry faithful.

Solas smirked, wondering how well that conversion would go. From the brief interactions he had with Dalish elves, they were stubborn and set in their ways. He highly doubted that Ellana is taking any of this lying down. Though, from the way that her lips had curled in disgust at the idea of being captured by Chantry shemlen, Solas truly doubted they would make a devote Andrastian out of her.

The only positive about the Inquisition separating itself from the official Chantry was that this organization wasn't solely religiously based. They were all united in wanting to close the Breach. It was something that Solas could agree with. His spy network had found no way to close the Breach yet so working with Inquisition and attempting to reclaim his orb were his top priorities.

"Solas?" A quiet voice broke him out of his train of thought. He turned to find Ellana in front of him and he nearly jumped at her proximity to him. She had her arms behind her back and a cheeky grin on her face. He hadn't heard her approach, but her posture seemed friendly enough.

"The fabled Herald of Andraste," he began, but her nose wrinkled at the title.

"Please, don't call me that. It's a sick joke not only on our people, but to the shems that follow their religion. Just because I fall out of the fade once…" she muttered, a pout forming, reminding him of how young she actually was and what kind of a burden he had accidently put on her shoulders.

It brought a smile to his face before he realized something in her phrasing seemed off. "Our people, I didn't know that the Dalish considered those without vallaslin one of their own."

"My clan accepts those with or without vallaslin," she replied tiredly, as if this isn't the first time that she had explained this, and perhaps it wasn't, with the ways that other clans might react to the news that Clan Lavellan was accepting city elves into their fold. "You also saved my life, and that isn't something I'm going to forget anytime soon, hahren. My Keeper would have my head if I was rude to you."

"You're not a mage, I would expect your mother to be the one reprimanding you da'len."

She gave him a wide smile, as if Solas had told some kind of joke. "Well, when I was younger my grandmother was the Keeper of my clan and three years ago my mother took the mantle. They tended to give me all my punishments," she told him with a fond smile, her grey eyes a far away, no doubt thinking of fonder times.

Solas nearly let out a sigh. She had family, at least one member still alive if her grandmother passed away. It was going to be hard when she finds out that the mark was still killing her.

"I doubt that they let you get away with much."

She grinned. "Oh the stories I could tell you… When I was younger it was much more difficult, but after my brother came into his magic and I started training to be a hunter, I was able to do a lot more without my mother and grandmother watching my every move."

"Somehow that is rather easy to picture. You seem like the sort that would wonder off."

She snorted, "You sound just like my brother. Always going on about how I always find trouble…I mean he isn't wrong, but he's not much better, just because he's the First doesn't mean that he has infinite wisdom."

"Your brother is a mage then?"

She nodded, another fond smile gracing her lips. "Yes, he's my twin, older by thirty-seven minutes and he never lets me forget about it. It isn't often that twins are born in clans, it was seen as a blessing. It was also seen as a blessing that only one of us was gifted with magic. We already have too many mages in the Clan as it is."

Solas raised an eyebrow. He would certainly need to look into this Clan Lavellan. They seemed to be breaking quite a few Dalish rules with their practices. There was also a high chance of finding some powerful mages with this Clan that could help him in his newest endeavor.

"You two could at least have the decency of speaking in common," Solas heard a man grumble rather loudly from his left. It was then that Solas realized he had stopped speaking in common some time ago with Ellana. Her eyes danced mischievously at his shocked reaction.

"You're slipping up, Solas," she told him with a wink. "Get some rest. I've grown tired of speaking about my clan. We're leaving with Cassandra and Varric at daybreak for the Hinterlands. We're apparently going to talk to some stuffy Chantry woman."

Ellana made a face before sauntering off towards her own cabin across camp. This left Solas still staring at this strange woman that put him at such ease that he slipped up and spoke in Elven. Even more strange that she spoke it perfectly. Clan Lavellan was odd, he was going to need to send scouts to learn about them. From what she had mentioned, he knew that they would take in any of the people he would send without question.

They were too kind hearted and that would be their downfall.

I promise that not all of this is going to be contemplative as these last two chapters. Now that Ellana is awake and running around Solas is going to have a lot more interaction with her and other characters. =) I have quite a lot of plot twists with this story that may mess with the Cannon a little bit, but what's a fanfiction without some fun.

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