Author's notes:
Another chapter done! although this one is longer..than I thought..woops.
First part, starts with Solas own POV.
Second is Solas and his sister in the fade.
Finally the whole story!
'italics' - thoughts
"Italics" Elvhen conversation (unless stated that its not)
plain italics - Dream/Fade/flashbacks
A Hero is made.
It had been a year since he awoke from his long slumber. Things were not as it was once. Arlathan is gone. What replaced is baffled his mind. Everyone he encountered felt like they were in tranquility. Until one day, she fell; so the shems say, from the sky. He had asked Cassandra if he can check up on the woman they held locked up. It took a while to convince, he is after all an apostate. As he entered the room, he felt magic, his magic emitting around the room. It called to him, and he graciously let himself lured to it. To his surprise, there a tiny, frail woman curled up, chains bound on her wrist, his magic flickering uncontrollably. Her face showed she was in pain, of course she is, this magic is beyond powerful for anyone; other than him, to handle. He sat down next to her, as he held her marked hand, soothing it with his own. He tried to see if he can take it back, instead it flared up and she groaned in pain. He drew back from taking the mark, and continued to soothed the mark.
Solas looked at her, he was surprised she survived. What surprised him more, she fell out of the rift, meaning she was in the fade, physically and survived. As he kept his eyes on her, he noticed her vallaslin over her face. A Dalish elf. He encountered them before, but they shunned his ideas and opinions about the time of Elvhen. Every Dalish camp he encountered was the same reaction, in which he despised them. They may have resembled them, but they are nothing but shadows, of what once. She stirred a bit and was murmuring something. She's dreaming. He wondered if he went to sleep now, will he find her in the fade? is she a dreamer too? He shook his head on those thoughts, there were more important matter, rifts were opening and demons pouring. He knew she is the only one that can close them, that is if she even wakes up. Cassandra is already at the edge, and impatient, he fears he has no choice but to run away. The mark has finally stabled and he went out to see if he can close the rift that opened, one last time.
Bolt of lightning flashed across him as the demon explodes. He turned and saw her. She was no awake, and a mage. That was a surprise, perhaps that's the reason she lived through her ordeal? No, that isn't it. She and Cassandra jumped down and helped them fight off the demons. Finally, he grabbed her marked hand without realizing and pushed it towards the rift. It worked, the rift is close. He didn't realize he was still holding her hand until she jerked away from his hold. He looked at her, her eyes were captivating, though in that moment she stared at him wide eyes trying to make sense of what is happening. As he explained, he saw in her curiosity, as well as fear, confusion and other emotions that laid. As she turned around to look at Varric, he couldn't help but stare at her features. She was not like the Elvhen women in his time. She looked…malnourished. She was thin, although she does have that curve that would allure any man towards her. She was slightly short, compared to the Elvhen women. As Varric finished his introductory, he couldn't help but introduce himself. She turned around, and this time her eyes looked at him with pure innocence. He was instantly drawn to them; behind it all lays a woman full of curiosity of the world. Her face was symmetrical, big wide eyes, full lashes, eyebrows arched perfectly over her eyes, elegant long nose, and full luscious lips. She may not be Elvhen, but he found himself captivated by her.
After stopping the Breach from spreading, after all the adventures he shared with her along with their companions. He found himself more and more intrigued by her. She was a puzzle he could not solve, and he was enjoying himself. Little by little he has gotten to know her, and see what she can do. Her magic, needs some training, but her characteristic was what baffled him all together. She is Dalish, yet here she is helping Humans, Dwarves, Elves and even Qunaries. She was breaking everything he knew about the Dalish. She was a wonder. He found himself, at her mercy, per say. She wanted to learn about everything, histories, philosophies, and wanted him to train her with magic. Her magic. He knew what was coming, and he knew he could not stop it, nor did he even try to stop it. Instead he lets it grow inside, no matter how much his mind protest, he let it consume him. Love. He had fallen madly in love. She had made the Dread Wolf fall in love with her, without her realizing it.
"My…my I never thought I'd see this dream." A voice said behind him.
Solas swiftly changed the surroundings and turned around to see Erelan; Lileath, his sister. She was wearing her normal blue gown when he first found her in the fade. She grinned, as she walked around and effortlessly changed their surroundings to one of Arlathan's garden. Green grass all around, mountains from afar, floating mountains in the sky. A huge fountain in the center, as trees, bushes, and flowers all around, a table and two sets of chairs underneath a big oak tree. She sat herself in one of the chairs and motioned for him to join, and he swiftly made himself comfortable.
"What do I owe this intrusion?" He asked.
"Intrusion? A sister cannot visit her dear brother in the fade now?" She replied, appalled by his question.
"You rarely do, even in Arlathan, you never visited any of us."
"Point, taken." She agreed. "True I never did, but now I'm curious. I have noticed a change in you dear brother."
"Oh? What observations have you made?" Raising an eyebrow.
"For starters…you have been mostly occupying yourself with our dear 'Herald'. Caring for her in a way…that is very amusing to me. Considering I have never actually seen you care for others like you do to her before."
"You spent your time in the Fade, dear sister. How would you know I haven't done this before?"
"True, but I know you more than others. You care for people but only out of regret. On her part…you care because…you are drawn to her. In short…you have formed feelings for her."
"Indulge me in this sister. Do tell more."
She smirked, knowing well where her brother is going with this. "I am not playing your games Fen; I know where you're going with this."
"Really? I am not sure as to what you're talking about, Lily."
"You will keep this conversation going, until it's time for us to wake up. Once we are in the waking world, you will pretend that we never had this conversation, and ignoring any questions, comments I will have on this dangerous game you play."
"What kind of game are we talking about?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"Love." She said simply.
They stayed silent for a moment, letting the environment's serene music play. This place maybe a memory, but it felt so real.
'I guess her power is slowly returning to her.'
"Tell me brother…is what you feel for her genuine?"
He stayed silent, looking at the ground. He wasn't exactly sure if what he felt is really true. Yes, his in love, but to what extent? Will this feeling dissipate once everything is over? Once he gets his foci back, once he reveals his true self, will this love stay? Or wither away? He was not sure. Seeing his uneasiness, Erelan broke the silence.
"I believe it is."
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "How would you know?"
"I can see the way you look at her, the way you care for her. You…have fallen deeply in love with her."
He chuckled, maybe she is right. She is never wrong in her observation, not in all the millennials they have known eachother. What about her? Does she even realize her own feelings for Cullen? A grin formed on his lips.
"Lily, do you even realize your own feelings?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.
"Now, whose playing games with who?" He smirked, crossing his arms in content. "Cullen. Our dear commander. I see the way you look at him too, don't think I did not notice."
Shock, and embarrassment showed on her face. "I…have admitted to myself…that I do have feelings for him, and resolved to not act upon it." She replied, as a matter of fact.
"Oh? And…if the commander does act upon his feelings for you?"
"What?" She looked at him confused. "What do you mean 'act'? Cullen? He has? No." Shook her head. It just dawned on Solas, his sister has been oblivious to the Commander's advances. If he can call that advances. He chuckled.
"You really don't notice? Here I thought your observation skills were…as you say 'perfect'."
Erelan was stunned, she didn't know if she should believe him or not. His Fen'Harel, a trickster, God of Rebellion, but she knew him well enough that he would not lie to her. If what he says is true, then she is at lost for words. Solas, cleared his throat as the memory of him put into sleep played in his mind.
"Sister, when did you and Lavellan colluded with eachother?"
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"In Haven, you put me into a sleeping spell, when did you and Lavellan planned it."
"Ah…before you found me in the chantry. She saw me first and asked me to do her a favor. I was reluctant at first, but she begged me. I warned her you will be angry of course, all she said was 'I can deal with that'."
Solas composed himself. Hiding his anger and hurt at being tricked. He was the trickster, not her.
"Fen, I know your waking up, but before we go…tell me the truth. Are you…thinking of pursuing your feelings for her?"
He looked at his sister, baffled and confuse. Honestly he didn't think of it before, but now. "Most likely…with careful considerations…I'm not entirely sure. The same question goes for you, about Cullen."
"Same answer as yours. We are…not…like them. Shemlins."
"Here we are…drawn to them like moths drawn to the fire." He replied, melancholy.
"I shall see you in the waking world, brother. Wake up."
Solas opened his eyes, it was dark. He looked around his surroundings and found himself on his bedroll in a tent. The brisk, cold air blew from crack opening, he knew they were not in Haven any longer. He walked out, and saw everyone distressed. Healers, trying their best to heal the wounded. His sister, was one of the healers. He heard the advisers arguing, he couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, it just dawned on him. Lavellan. She was not here.
'FENEDHIS LASA!'
He walked over towards his sister, containing his anger and frustration. Erelan noticed her brother walking, more like stomping, towards her. She greeted him.
"Solas, what's wrong?" She asked calmly, knowing full well his intention.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"She…she isn't here." She replied, barely a whisper.
Her words felt like a knife stabbing his heart. Lavellan is missing. "Is anyone searching? Does anyone know where she is?" His emotions were now hard to control.
"Yes, Cullen has soldiers searching, Leliana has scouts in Haven looking for her. Cassandra, Blackwall, Bull and his chargers are also looking. As far as I heard Dorian was there with her…but he returned alone."
"Dorian? He was with her? Where is he now? I need to speak to him." Panic, confusion and anger all at once in his voice.
"His standing near the entry way; his been there since he arrived…one night ago."
"One…night ago? How long has been missing?!" Panic was now clearly in his voice.
"Tonight would...be her third…"
Solas stared at his sister in bewilderment. Everyone have been searching for Lavellan for almost four days, and still there was no sign of her. He had been asleep for practically more than he thought. He turned around and abruptly walked towards Dorian, who is wrapped up in blankets, staring at nothing. As he got closer, he noticed Dorian is dry blood, either from his own or the kills. Dorian didn't seem to notice Solas standing next to him, until he spoke up. That seemed to break his trance.
"Dorian."
"Oh…Solas. I didn't even see you there. My apologies." He replied nodding slightly.
"I heard you fought with Lavellan. What happened?"
"Straight to the points I see. Not even a 'are you alright Dorian'. But to answer your question yes, I did. Until she blasted me away with her magic. We about to release the trebuchet, until the dragon swoop in on us and released its fire, causing us to be separated. I last thing I remember was her shouting at me to leave, I did catch a glimpsed of another figure…a tall man, that is until her magic just pushed me away. Then I followed the trail here…and now here I am."
Solas didn't know what to say. What could he say? He couldn't blame Dorian for leaving her, she literally pushed him away. The figure he saw, he knew who it was. The magister, he had given his orb to. The two men looked on silently infront of them. Cassandra and the group came back empty, everyone was exhausted. A blizzard was starting to form. They all had to halt their search, no matter how much everyone protested. Solas sat on his bedroll, inside the tent he shared with his other companions. He couldn't sleep, nor does he even tried to sleep. He sneaked out of the camping area, far from prying eyes and once he knew he was safely far, he built up his mana and soon a snowy white fur with piercing blue eyes manifested. He had turned himself into a wolf. He looked back at the camp, and then sprinted off in search of Lavellan.
'Vhenan…Ma Vhenan…please be safe and…alive, until I find you.'
Cold, wet sensation dripped on the side of her face. Slowly her eyes opened, her vision, a blur, she blinked her eyes until everything was clear. It was dark, but she could still make out some rocks, icicles; big and small all around. The only light source was her anchor, and some deep mushrooms. Slowly she moved her head, a staggering pain made her groan.
'Ah…great…I hit my head.'
The next thing she moved her arms, another pain came, both from her shoulders, this time she winced.
'Oh…lovely…one shoulder was stabbed…and now the other dislocated. Ugh…what else…'
Slowly she forced herself up, but the pain emitting from her body everywhere was unbearable that she screamed, and dropped on her knees, holding her ribs. Tears started to form in her eyes.
'FUCK! Head injury check, shoulder injury check, check, ribs probably…most likely broken, cracked, check! Whole body feeling like hell? TRIPLE CHECK!'
'I'm surprised you even lived.'
'You and I both…shit…talking to myself in my own head…wait…that's not new. I do that all the time.'
'Always'
'Shut up.'
'…'
'First off…where the hell am I.'
'Really…the dripping icicles and the darkness did not-maybe you did hit your head hard.'
'Why thank you…I didn't know the throbbing pain in my head is an injury!'
'Stop arguing and get out of here before you freeze to death!'
'I fancy that thought…beats being in multiple pain.'
Lavellan took a deep breath and one last time forced herself up. The pain was unbearable but to survive she knew she has to leave this cave. She bit her lip, and hissed each time she moves. It was a slow progress but at least she was far from where she started. Up a head she saw a clearing.
'Great! This means I'm close to the exit!'
Then in an instant puff of smoke and demons showed up.
'Fenedhis! Really?! Now?!'
Lavellan glared at the demons as they creeped up towards her, she backed up slowly. The mark crackled and glowed brightly, she looked at it and on impulse pointed it towards the demons and a rift formed, and in an instant the demons were gone so is the rift. She blinked multiple times, and then looked at her mark. It was now calm, still glowing but calm.
'What…the fuck…happened?'
'Seems like the mark protected you.'
'Makes you wonder if it's alive…doesn't it.'
'Maybe. Stop talking to yourself and move! There may be more!'
She moved on, slowly, guiding herself with the light of the mark. She stopped to take a few breaths, it seemed the new skill she just opened took almost all of her energy. As she keeps walking, the cave was slowly becoming brighter and brighter. Finally, up ahead an opening.
'The EXIT!'
'Hooray! Let's get out of here!'
Lavellan managed to limp skip. The pain and soreness of her body is replaced by her adrenaline to be free. Her excitement was cut short, when a gust of cold wind and harsh snow blew around her. Her body stiffened, and the pain returned, this time with much more force. The shivering did not lessen it either, in fact it made it worse.
'FUCK! A blizzard?! Really?! Now I'm more pain than ever!'
She held herself with the only arm working, and forced her way towards a direction. She looked left and right.
'Left would lead me back to Haven.'
'I doubt people would be there…you buried Haven.'
'Had no choice…so right it is then.'
'Let's hope your right. Hahaha get it?! Right!'
'Ugh…stop with your stupid jokes.'
She stepped down from the ledge, and half of her body was covered in snow.
'Hooray…for being short…'
'Don't forget…tiny.'
'Like as if my body needs more strain as it is.'
She stomped her way, making prints as she moves. She looked back and the cave was already out of sight. She moved on. Her body was crying in pain, but the cold wind with the snow clutching on her body was starting to numb it all away. In the distance she saw something bright. She walked over and it was embers.
'Are these…embers from the people!?'
'They might be close.'
'How close…is the question.'
'Keep moving. Or you'll freeze to death!'
With great agony and strength, she moved on. She didn't get too far until her body gave out, falling on her knees. She clutched herself, urging her body to move, but to no avail. She heard wolves howling from the distance, and a lone wolf responding.
'Great…my body gives out…and now wolves are present.'
'Get up!'
'I can't…I'm too tired…and…in pain? I can't even tell anymore…'
'NO! GET UP! MOVE!'
'I'm trying! I can't! So…tired…'
'No! no! no!'
Lavellan fell back, eyes staring at nothing. She could hear wolves howling, this time closer to her. She closed her eyes, listening to her surroundings. She heard what sounded like footsteps, running towards her. It didn't sound like human footsteps; it was like four-legged creature running towards her. She opened her eyes, barely, it was a blur but the one thing that stood out was the fact this creature running was massive. Black fur, and six red eyes. She smiled weakly at herself and closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness.
'Ah…dread wolf take me…'
Solas reverted back to his elf form, and kneeled down, setting her head on his lap. She was a mess. Blood all over her body, hair matted and frozen with blood. He checked for a pulse; her heart beat was faint but she is still alive. He checked her body, and found; head trauma, blood clotting, swelling her brain. Shoulders; one stabbed, other dislocation. Her ribs; some cracked some broken. Legs; surprisingly only cuts and bruises. What surprised him more was the fact she lived with all these injuries.
'Stubborn da'vhenan.'
He started working on her head, hoping to stop the internal bleeding. Satisfied for now, he moved to her dislocated shoulder. Blood was not flowing properly and most likely made her whole arm numb, and blue. He felt for her shoulder, and with a loud CRACK, and it was back in place, he let his magic flow inside her arm to help the blood flow. He moved to her ribs, he let his magic do the work. Healing the crack ones, and mending the broken ones. Finally, to her other shoulder, the wound was deep, and in moments it was gone, no scar to remind her of the injury, only internal pain, but in time it will pass. He looked at her and she looked almost better. He removed his fur coat, and wrapped it around her. She was cold as ice. He picked her up and let heat flow all around himself and her. He knew, she needed more medical care. He did all he can with the amount of mana he had left. Transforming himself once again into the black wolf, he carried her on his back, as he ran towards the camp.
Solas reverted back to his elf form as he walks towards the camp. Dorian, still standing at the entrance is the first to see him carrying Lavellan. Dorian fumbled towards Solas.
"SOLAS! You found her!"
"She needs medical care now. We must hurry! Tell Erelan I need her assistance."
Dorian nodded and ran towards Erelan, who is wrapping bandage on one of the injured. He explained to her Solas has found Lavellan and needs help. Understanding the situation, she gave the bandage to another healer and swiftly walked towards Solas. The advisers, Cassandra and the others crowded around Solas. Relief, joy, and worried looks all around them.
"Thank the maker! Solas you found her!" Cassandra said.
"Yes, but-"
"Where did you find her?" Josephine cut him off.
"I-"
"How is she?!" Cullen interrupted.
"She-"
"Obviously not good! Look at her!" Sera exclaimed.
"That's Why I-"
"I don't know how you did it chuckles, but whatever you did, you saved her." Varric said.
"Now is not the time, I-"
"She looks dreadful!" Vivienne said.
"The Herald just survived against the Elder One, what do you expect?" Blackwall replied.
Solas patience was starting to grow thin. As much as his relief that she is found and alive, she was still in critical condition. He couldn't move anywhere with these people crowding and blocking his way. Lucky for him, he has a sister who is clever, sweet and charming, but can be demanding, cunning and at times scary.
"MOVE! SHE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION NOW!" Erelan yelled. Dorian behind her, amused. Everyone stiffened and cleared the way for her and Solas. "Dorian, Vivienne, Solas and I need your assistance now." She commanded. Dorian happily followed, Vivienne shocked with the demand, followed silently. It was the first time everyone saw Erelan like that.
"Well…remind me not to be on her bad side." Varric muttered.
"She's…pretty…but scary…" Sera commented.
"I think I'm starting to like her…" Bull said, staring down Erelan.
"Don't get too excited, someone may kill you for her." Leliana said, nudging at Cullen; who is in awed and shocked.
"Your right…I wouldn't want to end up with my head away from my body." Bull replied, smirking.
Solas laid Lavellan down on one of the medical bed. Erelan ordered two guards to be posted outside of the tent, so no one enters as they heal. Dorian and Vivienne already busy with preparing hot water, and some damp cloths. Solas was glad his sister is here, she knew exactly what to do. With magic, she cut Lavellan's soaked clothes and left her only in her smalls. Solas providing the heat she needs to stay warm. Her body covered in blood, bruises and gashes he didn't even knew existed. Erelan has Dorian wiping Lavellan clean from her head to toes. Solas wondered how does he keep so composed, looking at a woman's almost naked body. His heat was starting to rise at the image of Lavellan naked body. Erelan noticed her brother's heat rising. She snapped her fingers infront of him, and gave him the 'not the time' look. He shook his head and returned to the reality that this woman just cheated death, again. Erelan worked thoroughly, Vivienne sharing her energy with her. Solas energy was starting to grow weak, pouring out heat nonstop was exhausting, Dorian noticed and shared his energy with his. Solas felt the burst of energy, and nodded his thanks. Erelan started working on Lavellan's head injury. Solas explained he had stopped the internal bleeding, but it wasn't enough to stop the swelling. Understanding, Erelan poured all her energy and Vivienne's to mend the swelling, and clots.
It took all night to heal everything. All four mages exhausted from lack of sleep, and magic. Lavellan was now looking much better than before. They have her wrapped up in fur blankets, four blankets to be exact. Had Solas not found her, she would have developed hypothermia and died. The sun was barely rising, Dorian and Vivienne walked out of the tent, and excused themselves to rest. Erelan and Solas were now the only ones left, sitting side by side, backs leaned on one of the tent's poles. Erelan spoke to him in Elvhen.
"Where did you find her…and how."
"I transformed into my wolf, and found her not far from where we first camped."
"You…changed into the wolf? Did anyone saw you?"
"I made sure to stay hidden when I did."
"You don't think Leliana's spies saw you?"
"I doubt it; she wouldn't let her spies stay out in the blizzard."
"Point taken."
"'Ma Serannas."
"De da'rahn. I hate seeing you distress." She smiled at him. "You…dread wolf…has fallen."
"You may be right…I wish this is the fade. It's easier."
"Well…this is real. She is real. Deal with it." She stood up, dusting herself. "Well…if I can help in anyway. Let me know."
"You already did. Saved her life."
"Technically…partly saved her life. You were the one that saved her life." Solas chuckled. She checked up on Lavellan before walking out of the tent. Solas called out.
"What about you? I can tell you're on the edge with your feelings." Erelan looked back and smiled, then slipped out of the tent.
Solas took a chair and sat down next to Lavellan's bed. He brushed off strands of hair from her face. Dorian, was really thorough on his cleaning. She looked like nothing have ever happened to her. Erelan also healed her, to the point that no scar is seen. He took a cold damp cloth and patted her face softly. He was glad she survived her ordeal. He leaned back on his chair and started reading, while holding her hand with his other.
For days, Solas and Dorian took turns making up excuses as to why no one can come in. At first Solas, did not want to leave her side, Dorian insists that he needed a break. He didn't want a break, until Dorian told Erelan their little problem, and she stepped in. Now, Solas has no choice but to work with Dorian, taking turns watching Lavellan. It has been three days since her miraculous return. She hasn't woken up. They thought that maybe it's because they dozed her with a lot of tonics. Erelan assured them, it takes time to recover, especially what she went through. The days turned into a week, people are now doubting she would ever wake up. Fear among everyone rose. If she never wakes up, who will close The Breach? Who will stand up against their powerful enemy? The advisers argued among themselves, no one was prepared for this. Their last hope is still unconscious.
The seventh night, everything was calm, even the sky was clear and stars shining brightly. Solas sitting beside her, holding her hand and caressing her face softly. Erelan quietly went inside the tent with food for him.
"Any luck?" She asked in elvhen, setting down the stew and bread next to him.
"No." He replied, shaking his head.
"She will wake up, don't worry." She put a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "Once she does…everyone will look to her for guidance…and she will look to you for guidance as well."
"I know…they need a stronghold."
"…Are you going to give her…Tarasyl'an Te'las?" She asked quietly.
"Yes."
"Hmm…it has been some millennia…since we've set foot in there. Well…you should eat before your food gets cold. I'll take my leave."
She planted a soft kiss on his forehead and left. He smiled to himself. He looked at Lavellan who is still sleeping. He grabbed the bowl of stew and some bread and started eating. As he continued eating, Lavellan slowly opened her eyes. She scanned around her surroundings and found she is in a tent, on a bed and covered with layers of blanket. She turned her head to the side and saw Solas. He was setting down his empty bowl on the ground. Slowly she sat up. The ruffled noise of blankets moving made Solas turn. His eyes wide in disbelief and before he stopped to think, he is beside her.
"Lavellan!" He said softly.
"Solas." She replied, her voice rasped. "Where…am I?"
"You're with the inquisition camp." He replied. She was about to reply when a jolt of pain coursed through from her head to toes. She winced and pressed her hand on her head. Solas poured some cooling magic to soothe her.
"'Ma Serannas, Solas." She replied, with a weak smile.
"Be careful, you have slept far too long."
"How long?"
"…It has been…a week since."
Lavellan's eyes went wide, shock. "A Week?! What happened?"
"I…found you lying unconscious, you had so much injuries. Trauma in your head, broken, cracked ribs, stabbed wound and dislocated shoulder. I did all I could when I found you."
She looked at herself and saw no signs of any of that happening. She recalled walking out in the blizzard, she was aching, in pain and then…she passed out. She remembered before she passed out she saw a black shadow with six red eyes. She turned to Solas to tell him, but bit her lip. How could she tell him what she saw? He may think she was hallucinating or worse crazy. Her thoughts were interrupted when a warm hand held her face. She looked at Solas, his eyes full of relief, and…guilt? Why would he look at her with guilt? Unconsciously she held his face. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, until a voice broke their trance.
"Andraste's mercy! You're awake!" Dorian, dropped everything and ran up to her pushing Solas and hugged her tightly.
"Dorian!" She coughed, trying to breath from the hug.
"I thought you would never wake up! I was worried sick!"
Solas cleared his throat. "Dorian…I think your overdoing the hug."
"Ah right…sorry." Dorian let go.
"It's good to see you Dorian." She said, smiling.
"Don't ever do that again! I don't think my heart can take any more heartbreak." He replied.
"I…can't promise, but I will try."
"Good. I suppose I should let everyone know your awake. Especially Cassandra, I think her limit is reached. She's been worried sick about you."
Dorian gave her one last hug and a peck on the forehead before heading out. Lavellan watched him leave before uncovering herself from the blankets and getting off the bed. Solas offered his hands to help her. As soon as she got on her feet, the weight of her body shocked her legs making her stumble, luckily Solas caught her before falling. Solas arms, around her waist, as he held her close to him. She felt cheeks flush and buried her face on his chest. Solas felt the warmth on his chest, and knew she was blushing. He let her go, and helped her steady herself. It took a while to have her legs get comfortable walking again, and putting weight on each step.
As she and Solas came out of the tent, she heard her advisers and Cassandra arguing with eachother. She guessed Dorian didn't have the chance to tell Cassandra. Solas nodded his farewell, saying he has others to attend to. She walked towards a chair and sat on it as she watched the advisers and Cassandra argue. Mother Giselle sat next to her.
"How long have they been at it?" Lavellan asked.
"Since the day you let everyone escape."
"They've have been arguing…all this time."
"They have that luxury, thanks to you. The enemy could not follow, and with time to doubt, we turn to blame. In fighting may threaten as much as this Corypheus."
"Do we know where he is?"
"We are not sure where we are. Which may be why despite the numbers he commands there is no sign of him. That or you are believed to be dead. Without Haven we are thought hopeless."
"Well…then I should voice my own reason." Lavellan sighed and got up.
"Adding another voice on the argument does not help. Especially yours. Our leaders struggle because of what we survivors witnessed. We saw our defender stand and fall, and now we have seen her returned. The more the enemy is beyond us, the more miraculous your actions appeared. That is hard to accept no? What we have been called, what we perhaps have come to believe."
"Well…I didn't die and come back to life if that's what you're saying."
"Of course, and the dead cannot return across from the veil. But the people know what they saw."
Lavellan sighed, and leaned on one of the poles. The argument has stopped as each one separated, moping in their own corners. Suddenly Mother Giselle started singing.
Shadows fall and hope has fled
Steel your heart the dawn will come
'What…the?'
The night is long, and the path is dark
Look to the sky for one day soon
The dawn will come…
Everyone joined in. Lavellan stared in awe as everyone started walking towards her, some kneeling, others bowing their heads.
'No. No. No. Why is everyone looking at me like that?'
'Why are they kneeling!?'
She backed up slowly, confused and shock. She closed her eyes and wished someone would take her away. Her prayers were answered. Solas stood beside her.
"A word?" He asked.
He leads her away from the camp and stood next to a torch. With his nimble hands a fire erupted and light their surroundings.
"The humans have not raised one of our people so high for ages beyond counting. Her faith is hard won lethallin, worthy of pride…save one detail. The orb Corypheus is carrying? It is ours."
Lavellan rolled her eyes, and groaned. "Let me guess…it is the orb that opened The Breach, and destroyed the conclave."
Solas impressed by her wit, smiled. "Yes, we must be careful. Once they find out the orb is of our people."
"They'll blame us eventually. They always find a way." She replied.
"You're right again. Whatever the case you will need every advantage. Scout to the north, be their guide. There is a place for the inquisition to grow."
"What's it called?"
"Tarasyl'an te'las, the place where the sky was held back. Skyhold."
"Well then…time to tell everyone the plan."
Lavellan and Solas walked back towards the camp, and talked to the advisers. She explained that Solas found a place for them to rebuild, and grow and that she will guide them all to it. Starting tomorrow, everyone is packing up and leaving towards the place. For now, everyone must get some rest, the journey to Skyhold will not be an easy one.
Author's note:
Finally done!
Next chapter I am hoping it will be shorter!
Mostly cause it will just be a week of shenanigans on the road to skyhold.
thank you to my readers!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Until next time!
