Author's notes:

Hello! Today is the debut of my OC Lileath!

Sorry about the description of her...i tried my best...but failed...miserably I believe.

Also forgive my Elvhen I tried my best!

Recruiting the Horsemaster. A dream.

Dawn has started to break and people busying themselves for the day ahead. Lavellan and her party ready for their tasks to start. They wave goodbye to scout Harding and the others before heading off to find the horsemaster. On their way they encounter the battle of The Rebel Mages vs Templars. Cassandra was the first to walk out in the open battlefield. Houses were burned, ice particles everywhere. Dead people on the ground, others were charred like they were burnt alive. The stench alone almost made all of them gag.

'This war…has to stop…I bet a lot of these dead people were innocent villagers…'

Cassandra warned them to be cautious in case a mage or templar sneaks up on them. Soon enough as if on cue, they heard a warrior screaming running towards them with shield ready to hit one of them. Cassandra went first screaming and hit his shield with hers. Solas have his barriers up around himself, Lavellan and Varric. Varric with his crossbow shot the templar on his shoulder, but even then that didn't stop him. The templar yelled and pushed Cassandra down and ran towards Varric, with his sword ready to strike. Cassandra pulled him towards her. Solas froze him and Cassandra, with one blow smashed the warrior to pieces. The battle was not over when both templar and mage came out and attacked eachother and them. Lavellan quickly made a plan, Cassandra was to taunt as many as she can and have Solas freeze them with his ice bomb, while she and Varric set others on fire and poison them. Varric went invisible and ran towards a group of mages and dropped a poison bomb while jumping out of it. Lavellan used her fire wall to set them ablaze. Cassandra hardened her armor and Solas dropped his ice bomb until a templar stepped on it and made everyone freeze and Cassandra smashed them all to pieces. Once they knew everything was clear and safe for now they lowered their weapons and drank tonics for their mana and stamina.

"That was some quick thinking there!" Varric mused.

"I agree" Cassandra said, breathing heavily from the fight.

"Thanks, though I wasn't sure if it would of worked." She replied while drinking some mana potions.

"Never doubt yourself. Your plan worked." Solas gave her a reassuring smile.

"Shall we loot these bastards then?" Varric suggested while walking towards a charred body.

Lavellan tried her best not to gag as she looked through...remains of what used to be a body. After everyone finished their loot they began their way to the Redcliffe Farm land. They saw a camping site that is near the water and agreed to stop for a while to clean the bloody mess they are all in. Lavellan remembered her promise to the cook that she will bring back some Ram meat.

"You guys go ahead and clean up…I'm going to hunt for some ram meat. I promised the cook back at the base camp." She said grabbing her staff.

"Do you need help there Fiery?" Varric asked as he cleaned his crossbow.

"No, I got this." She replied taking her staff. "It's just rams." She smiled.

"I will come with you." Solas stood behind her. Lavellan let a gasp of surprised. She turned around and looked at Solas. "It may be only ram, but you never know if a mage or templar is lurking around the area." He has a point on that part. She didn't even think of it.

"Ah…thank you…" She replied looking down. "Well then…shall we go?"

"Lead the way." Solas gestured for her to go first. She walked ahead and heard Varric whistle then a sharp "ow", Cassandra probably hit him. Lavellan giggled to herself when she imagined what happened. Solas walking behind her. She felt a little uncomfortable with him behind her. She could feel him just staring at her, calculating. As her irritation grew, she stopped and turned around, making him stop at his tracks.

"Can…can you just walk beside? I…I…don't feel…comfortable with you behind me…" She said, hands on her hips and tapping her right foot.

"My apologies, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable Herald." Solas slowly walks towards her.

"It's Lavellan, not Herald." She snaps. Solas looks at her and blinks. Bewildered. Lavellan notices his look and almost immediately felt guilty. "Sorry…I just hate being called something I don't even believe in…much less want to be."

"No it was my mistake, apologies…Lavellan." Solas calmly replied and nodded his head in apology. She blinks her eyes and clears her throat.

"Well…ah…yes…Ram meat." She starts walking and Solas follows, next to her.

Awkward silence fills the air. Neither try to break it or attempt to break it. Lavellan stared into space and started thinking of ways to start a conversation. Nothing.

'Great…alone…with this dashing elf…dashing? Does that even cover…hmm…more like…Sexy…yummy even? YUMMY?!'

Lavellan closed her eyes and put both hands on her head and starts cursing herself forgetting Solas is walking with her.

"Are you alright Lavellan?"

She looks up and saw Solas looking at her with a worried look.

"Oh…uh yeah I'm fine, nothing to worry about." She put her hands down and smiled at him.

"Do you have a headache? I can help with it if you'd like."

"Ah…no no I was just…arguing with myself." She said trying not to sound nervous.

"Arguing…with yourself?" Solas asked, curious as to what she is thinking.

"Uhm…it's not important really…" She looks away and starts staring at the surrounding. She prayed in her head that a Ram would appear and hopefully break this awkward conversation.

'Now I wish this was an awkward silence…'

As if her prayer was answer four rams appeared in the horizon and were eating grass peacefully. Her heart leaped with excitement.

'Thank Mythal! My prayer is answered!'

She turns to Solas and held up a finger on her lips to quiet him. She points to where the Rams are and Solas understood. They looked at eachother and nodded in agreement. They separated ways and Solas disappeared fading into the field. She crouched down and slowly swirled her staff around, pointing to the group of ram. She put a fire bomb under them. She held her staff a bit in the air and on cue Solas came out and the rams ran into her trap setting it off, and Solas freezes them. With the tip of her staff she let out small fireballs and hit each ram and they shattered into bits. She pushes herself up and starts running towards where Solas stood.

"We did it!" Lavellan squealed jumping up and down with excitement. Solas stares at her trying to hide his amusement, but found it was harder than he thought. He let out a chuckle and Lavellan stopped jumping, embarrassed with her reaction.

"Sorry…I felt the rush and couldn't…help myself."

"I rather enjoyed your unexpected excitement." He smiled at her.

"Well…in truth if I went alone I probably wouldn't have killed all four of them. One maybe but not all." She chuckled slightly.

"Oh? Here I thought you were a skilled hunter. You were going to do it on your own before I offered to come along." Solas raised an eyebrow, looking at her. She felt herself blush.

"In truth…I am not the best hunter. Not the worst either, just…not great." She smiled nervously.

"I'm guessing there is a story behind that?"

"Yes, but that is for another time. For now…we should pack these up and get more meat. Can't let people starve!" She gave Solas her most genuine smile that made him almost want to grab and hug her. Lucky for her she already started grabbing pieces of the ram meat. He smiled to himself and helped her pack the meat.

They continued on their "Ram Meat" hunting, as she calls it. Killing 6 more rams in the process and realized they hunted a lot more than they can carry.

"Hmm…maybe if we find…a wagon or something?" Solas raised an eyebrow at her. She notices and shrugs it off. She looked around and sees a wagon unused and in good condition. She ran towards it, checking to see if anything is amiss. Content, she drags it back towards Solas. Together they start pilling up the bags of meat on the wagon. She was about to pull the wagon herself when Solas grabs it first and pulled. She stares at him for a moment, amused, then starts walking beside him. Again, silence filled the air. Sick of the silence she tries and breaks it.

"So…Solas…tell me more about yourself." She started.

"I'm sorry?" Solas stops walking and drops the wagon behind him, taken aback by her question. She stops as well.

"I don't mean any offense…it just since…we're all in this together might as well get to know eachother…in hopes to become friends…?" She looks at him, searching for an answer.

"Oh…I am sorry…It's been a long time…since—what would you like to know about me?" He picks up the wagon and starts walking, with Lavellan beside him.

"On our last conversation you said that you walk into the fade as you sleep…I was wondering do you encounter spirits. If you do what kind of spirits are there?" She looks at him with eyes that sparkled full of wonders. Solas can't help but admire how curious she is.

"In my journey into the fade I have met and built lasting friendships. Spirits of wisdom, possessed of ancient knowledge, happy to share what they had seen. Spirits of purpose helped me search. Even wisps, curious and playful, would point out treasure I might have missed." He looked up at the sky and smiled at the memories he made.

"That's extraordinary!" She beamed. "I wish I could become friends which such spirits." Solas turns his head and looks at her.

"Anyone who can dream has the potential. Few ever try. My friend comforted me in my grief and shared my joy. Sadly…they exist without form so the Chantry declares that spirits are not truly people." Solas looked sadly.

"Well…maybe one day, you'll get a chance to help them see that spirits have emotions as well like people. And maybe one day everyone will think of them as people." She smiles at him genuinely.

Solas was surprised at her response, no one truly took his opinions about spirits seriously. Everyone he encountered dismissed his opinions about spirits being people. Yet, she tells him to not give up. She really is a wonder.

"I hope so." He said smiling at her.


Lavellan and Solas walk side by side towards their campsite. Lavellan sees Cassandra waiting by the camp. She runs and waves at her yelling that they caught a lot of ram meat. Solas shook his head and chuckle as he drags the wagon full of ram meat. As Solas passes them both, the smell of meat made Cassandra gag a little and Varric laughs and jokes that Cassandra is still a "lady" no matter what she says. Lavellan just looks at them confuse and looks back at Solas who is now setting the wagon down at the corner and freezes the meat with his ice spell. After finishing up, he walks towards Lavellan and ushers her to clean herself up by the stream before meeting with the horsemaster. After wiping out blood from their arms and faces they return to Varric and Cassandr. They start making their way towards the horsemaster Dennet's house. After walking for a mile, Cassandra knocked on the door. They hear a man saying 'enter' and she pushes the door open. Dennet welcomes them. He is surprise to see that the Herald is an elf. Lavellan took a deep breath.

"Is me being an elf going to be a problem?" She snapped.

"What...? Oh! no, no. I don't mean to offense." Dennet responded.

Solas softly puts a hand on her shoulder. She turns around and sees him staring at her. She stares back and knows what he is asking her to do. She nods at him, and he nods back and takes his hand off of her. Lavellan loosk back at Dennet and asks if he could help them supply some horses for the inquisition. Dennet told them he can't just walk out of here without bandits or wolves attacking him and his horses. He tells them to talk to his wife and his stable boy to know the problems they are facing. He offers Lavellan and her party some horses for them to use. Lavellan thanks him. She makes her way towards the garden to speak to his wife and learns that the wolves has been acting strange. Lavellan assures her that the wolves will be taken care of. She starts walking towards the stable and talks to the stable boy. He tells her if she could put up watchtowers in places he marked, it would be greatly appreciated.

Knowing what to do, the group went to see their horses that Dennet has given them. They meet Dennet's daughter, she asks if one of them is willing to try her race. Lavellan graciously declined for now since they have matters to attend to, but promises after it is over she'll try it. They all mount their horses, except Varric he has to get a booster to ride his horse. He mutters curses and glares at all three of them and tells them not to comment. Cassandra tries her best not to laugh, but Varric sees her grinning from ear to ear. Lavellan was not paying attention instead she is looking at the horizon scanning the area as she felt her left hand tug at something. Solas notices her seriousness and lightly kicked his horse towards her stopping nest her.

"Everything alright?" He asks with concern in his voice.

"I…think there is a rift…nearby…my hand feels tingly…and tugging at something." She replied.

Lavellan turns her head and sees Varric already on his horse. She gives a slight kick on the horse and took off running towards the area of the rift. Everyone did the same catching up to her. As they get closer Lavellan's left hand sparks wildly. In front of them a rift; pouring demons out of it. Cassandra stops her horse and jumps off. Her sword and shield ready as she runs pass all three of them and taunts the demons. Solas and Lavellan hops off their horses and Solas put a barrier on himself, Lavellan and Cassandra. Varric has a little trouble dismounting but as soon as he did, he fell, butt first on the ground, that didn't stop him from shooting arrows wildly with Bianca. Rift after rift, demons keeps pouring. After what seems like forever the last rage demon was defeated and Lavellan closes the rift with a loud CRACK. She fell on her knees and gripping her left shoulder. She was hit by one of the rage demon's fire when Solas's barrier wavered.

"Herald!" He called out, running towards her. "Let me see." He said, kneeling beside her. He didn't wait for her response as he took her hand out of the way and look at the damage. The leather on her coat melted on her skin. The only way to take it out was to peel it off. "We need to get back to camp and treat this now." Lavellan shoots him a quick glare.

"We'll deal with it later. Now we go kill those wolves and help build a watchtower. And I promised I will find warm blankets and supplies for the refugees. I will not let this one injury stop me today." She hiss as she got up. Solas sighs in defeat.

"Let me at least put a bandage over it." She nods, and he starts taking out bandages from his bag.

As soon as he finish, she walks up to her horse and mounts. Cassandra looks at Solas for confirmation that she is okay to press on, he nods in response. Content she mounts on her hose, so did Solas. Varric, has to find a rock high enough to help him mount, fortunately he did. Lavellan looks around to see if they're all set to leave, in agreement they all start making their way to the wolves lair. Solas, still concerned stares at her from the back. He never thought she was this type of woman.

'A stubborn…woman. Who would have thought that?'

After some winding roads they finally found the place and finds a demon is controlling the pack of wolves, which explains their odd behavior. After the fight they rode back towards the main camp stopping to mark the spot where she finds blankets and coats for the refugees.


Nightfall is approaching and the group is sore, tired, famished and injured. Although, not as bad as Lavellan. The leather dried itself into her skin. She couldn't move her shoulder the way she wanted to but before letting Solas heal her she went and gave the cook the ram meat she had gotten for him. She walks toward a scout and gave him a map which marks where the scouts can grab some warm blankets and clothing for everyone, the scout is thankful and starts ordering others to grab them. Solas walks towards her and put his hand gently on her uninjured shoulder. She looks at him and understood his gesture. They walk towards a cabin someone from one of the refugee offered for them to use so he can treat her. Lavellan took her leather coat off and cursed.

"AH! FENEDHIS LASA!"

Solas closed the door and walks over to her to check on the wound.

"You waited too long…now it has dried in your skin…I will have to melt it again in order to peel it off." He looked at her with a worried and annoyed look.

"Do what you need to do." She hiss. Solas stares at her, she stares back and sighs. "I know what I did was reckless Solas, you don't have to look at me like I didn't know what I was doing." She looks down. "But the thought that the people will go hungry and cold…I didn't want to see that. I want to see them happy, full of life." Solas doesn't know what to say, but stays silent for a while. He sighs and took out a potion.

"Here drink this, it will make u feel numb and you won't feel the pain when I extract the leather piece from your skin." She looks at him and took the potion from his hand. She drank the contents of it and gagged from the wretched taste. Solas let out a small chuckle after seeing her face.

"I didn't say it was going to taste good, but it does its purpose."

In a few moments she felt herself weak and…numb. She almost fell face on the ground when Solas caught her and lays her on the bed. She could barely understand what he was saying but it was probably telling her he was going to start. She looks at him and saw his hand glow red and touches her skin. She probably should scream about now but the potion Solas gave her actually works and she couldn't feel anything. She watches as he slowly starts pulling away the melted leather from her skin, and little bit pieces that was stuck inside her skin. Blood is probably gushing out nonstop. She see's Solas's hands crimson red.

'Yea..alot...of blood.'

She feels light headed and then feels a warm sensation on her shoulder. Solas starts to mend her skin. The warmth sensation of his magic flowing on her injured shoulder felt heavenly that she drifted to sleep without her knowing.

Solas finishes mending her skin and looks at the pink new skin. He notices she has fallen asleep. He stares at her for a moment then his eyes drifts to her lips. It was parted; ready for a kiss. He listens to her steady breathing, chest falling up and down as she sleeps. There were strands of hair that fell on her face, and he softly tucks them behind her ear. She looks so peaceful. Her vallaslin barely recognizable, glimmering from the light. It was Mythal's vallaslin that she bore. He wonders why she chose Mythal's, and then thought of how hard she fought today. Killing ram's for food, collecting warm blankets and clothes for the people and protecting the people from demons and wolves and other things that plagues this land. She is worth having Mythal's vallaslin on her, but saddened to the fact she doesn't know what that mark she wore so proudly meant. He sighs and starts wrapping her now newly skin with bandages to let it heal on its own. After finishing he checks for any more injuries and found few bruises and starts healing those too. Satisfied with his work he gently puts a cover over her, as he neared her face he stares at her lips for far too long. He shakes his head and instead plants a sweet kiss on her forehead. She stirs for a bit and rolled on her sides facing away from him. He smiles to himself and left the cabin. As he closes the door, he saw Varric and Cassandra waiting for him.

"How is she?" Varric asks, with a concerned look on his face.

"She is fine now, her injuries are treated. And now she sleeps." He replied with a relief sigh escaping him. He realizes that he has been holding his breath the whole time until now.

"That was very reckless on her part." Cassandra remarks.

"Reckless, I agree. But all for good reasons." Varric replied. "She just wanted to help the refugees."

"Yes. Now everyone is joyful. They have food to last them for months, blankets and coats to keep them warm." Solas said, looking at the people.

"I suppose." Cassandra said.

"Well, the night is still young! Time for some drinks and a game of wicked grace!" Varric exclaimed. "You two down?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

"No." She replied. "I have matters to attend to." With those words, she bids them farewell and left.

"Chuckles?"

"My days of gambling are over, but thank you for the gesture."

"Aww...come on...one game?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright." Varric waves his hand as he starts walking towards the tavern. Solas watches as Varric goes in the tavern, and hears the men and women cheering. He shakes his head chuckling to himself. He looks behind him making sure he closed the door.

'On nydha, Lavellan.'

Solas walks away from the crowded area and found a quiet spot under a tree. The stars were now out and glowing, the moon provided a serene light on the area. He closes his eyes and waits for the fade to take him in.


The sound of waterfall made him look around. This area he hasn't seen in centuries. The tall green grass, gracefully waving, as a soft wind blows. He sits up. The trees green with silver tips glistening under the suns ray of light. A child like laugh made him turn around. A girl, hair dark as the night, skin pale as the moon with rosy cheeks running. He hears another laugh, this time a boy, hair with dark brown hair, shaven at each sides with long braided locks, sun tanned skin chasing her. Solas, bewildered watches on. The little boy and girl paid him no mind and went on about their game. Tag. He starts walking closer and stops. The little girl notices him and stops. Her dark blue eyes staring at his own. The little boy too staring at him. Realization hit him, these two little kids; the boy was him centuries ago, and the girl...was his little sister. Solas takes another step closer, when he did the images disappeared.

'No...wait!' He calls, but they have vanished into thin air. He walks around endlessly, looking around. To no avail, he sits by the edge of the stream. Tired and confused, he calls for his friend; spirit of wisdom. Nothing. He tries calling for the other spirits. Still nothing. In need of answers he starts walking, following the stream's path, hoping to find some answers. As he keeps walking, he notices the path seems to be infinite. Undeterred, he keeps on.

Suddenly, a gust of wind made him stop and shield his face. He feels a presence. Lowering his arm, he notices the scene has changed. Night time. Ahead of him tall crystal like buildings glimmering from the moon's light. Wisps, floating happily, paying him no mind. Laughter, music, singing, shouting can be heard. Veilfire lighting up the paths. Cautiously, he starts walking. Solas looks around, in hopes to see the presence he feels. The closer he got to the area, the more refined the scene gets. Shops everywhere. Books, robes, crystals, and accessories. The smell of fresh baked goods made him close his eyes and enjoy that sweet moment. Realization hit him. Arlathan. Before the fall, before the war escalated. Before...Mythal...the sound of a female giggling made him open his eyes and turn around. Her dark hair tied into a braided bun, wearing a simple lavender velvet dress, adorned with golden vines and a matching robe. She isn't alone. A Man, wearing a simple white tunic, his tan skin chest fully exposed, with matching pants, a pair of golden wraps around his feet and a wolf fur cape on his back. Solas realizes it is the same children he saw playing tag, only this time they have grown. There is no doubt in his mind now who they are. Himself and his little sister...Lileath.

'There is only one person in this world than could will the fade this strong...'

Even with those thoughts, he has doubts. When Arlathan fell, many people didn't survive. He even searched for her before, but no sign of her. For centuries he has thought her dead. Yet, he can't shake the feeling that maybe she did survive.

'...Fen.'

His thoughts is interrupted by the female's voice. The lively sounds of the city comes back into view. She and his younger self stopped at a shop full of sweets. Solas couldn't help but make a small smile. She loves sweets. Especially chocolates. Her giggles made him remember all the times they had shared together. As she turns around, she stops and stares directly at him. Solas stands frozen. Does she see him? Does she know he has been here the whole time?To his surprise, she gives him a smile. Solas reaches his arm towards her, when he did, she and the whole scene dissipated.

"No! no!" He yells.

Everything is gone. He is alone now in the fade. Determined to get some answers, he starts forming the fade. To his surprise, the fade stayed the same. He tries again and again but still nothing. Solas grins to himself. Now he knows. This confirms everything. She is alive. The only thing to do now is to find where she is.

"Ma'lin!" He calls out. "I know you're here! Asa'ma'lin! Lileath!"

Suddenly, the scene starts changing. Trees starts manifesting, tall green grass, waving like the ocean, cool air brushing through him. Looking around, he notices a path starts to take shape, as trees moves on each sides; branches entangled. In need of answers, he walks on. He stays on the path for what seems like an eternity. A speck of light made him walk even faster. The closer he got, more magic he felt, the faster he walks. Knowing it is the way out, he starts running. The closer he gets to it, the bigger and brighter the light becomes, until, the flash of light made him shield his eyes. Slowly opening his eyes, the area takes form. Solas looks around and sees fields of green with summer flowers blooming. The sky, clear blue and the sun shining brightly down. Up ahead he sees a house in the corner. He starts walking towards it. The closer he gets to the house the more magic he feels. Solas knows who this power belongs to, yet, doubts still clouds his judgement. Desperate for answers, he walks faster. Halfway he stops, frozen in place. He sees a woman tending to her garden. Her long dark hair, adorned only by a single braided hair behind it. Wearing a smooth deep blue colored silk dress, flowing on the ground around her. Her back facing him. He starts taking a small step,as he did, his left foot steps on a branch and made a loud SNAP sound. He looks down and curses under his breath, he looks back to the woman and sees she has stopped tending her garden and slowly gets up.

"Asa'ma'lin." He breathes out the word.

She turns around, giving him her sweet smile. Her pale skin glowing at the sun's light. Face; narrow heart shaped with angular cheekbones. Her eyes; dark blue as the night sky and her thinly plucked eyebrows were shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eye. A long nose hooked over continually pursed lips, which are painted slightly pink. Her long waist length hair softly blown by the wind.

"Isa'ma'lin." She greets him. Her smile so gentle and pure but can also overturn the world around her. She starts walking towards him, her deep blue dress adorned with golden beads around her waist like a belt, flowed elegantly each step she took. Loose garments hung around her breast, slightly showing her cleavage. Her dress complimented her lean and slender body. Solas couldn't help but fall to his knees and hung his head low. Never in all his years thought he would see her again. His thoughts gets broken when a soft, warm and elegant hands held his cheeks up to face her.

"Ma' fenor isa'ma'lin. It has been too long." She said as she put her forehead against his. Solas takes a deep breath, smelling her perfume; crystal grace with a hint of elfroot and grass.

"Far...too long." Solas manages to reply.

'I know you have alot of questions. But here is not the place nor time.' She said. Solas looks at her.'Vena em. Find me in the waking world. Sathan, dirtha'var'en."

"How? and Where?"

"You will know. I am closer than you think." She said smiling at him, caressing his face softly. "Vena em."

"Ar dirtha'var'en." He said with a determined voice. She plants a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Wake up." She whispers.

Solas opens his eyes. The sun hasn't risen up yet. He stares at the sky, stars already fading. His sister is alive. His little sister, whom he thought was gone forever. Content, he stands up and starts walking back to the shared cabin. He could hear Varric's snores from outside the door. He quietly lets himself in and grabs his things and sits on a perch that is near Lavellan's cabin. The sun has started to creep up. His mind occupied. Unanswered questions swirling in his mind. As the first ray of sun hits the village, people waking up, his resolve to find her grows stronger. He has to find her.

'Lileath. I will find you.'

Author's notes:

Another chapter done! Hope you liked it!

Love/Hate comments, and opinions about it is appreciated!

Elvhen words and meanings:

Asa'ma'lin - Sister

Isa'ma'lin - Brother

Ma' fenor isa'ma'lin - My dear brother

Vena em - Find me

Sathan - Please

dirtha'var'en - promise me (in her case she's asking him)

Ar dirtha'var'en - I promise

Hope you liked this chapter! Until next time!