A/N: WELL! Now you know.
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Everything was purple.
Odd... I don't remember the sky being purple... Lifting her head, she tilted it from side to side to see what was going on around her.
She lay in the center courtyard of Castle Highever, grass tickling her wrists and ankles. Her body clothed in a soft cotton dress, her feet bare. Wriggling her toes, shock ran up her spine when the feeling of needles erupted under her skin, causing her to gasp loudly.
A soft laugh touched her ears from her left. Spinning, the woman blinked loudly at the figure, a young boy laying next to her. His hair a soft brown, skin softly sun kissed, a wide grin on his childish features. "You dosed off there, lil' sister."
"F-Fergus?" Her own voice surprised her. And her head was starting to throb, things were not making sense to her.
The boy, her brother, sitting beside her gave her a strong look, "are you alright? You don't look so good, too much sun, hmm?"
Emily bit back her surprise and a smile touched her lips, "I must have fallen asleep.. I'm a little... disoriented..." Running soft, un-caloused fingers through her hair, the girl shuddered. "It felt so real..."
Fergus looked over at his little sister, her little legs poking out of her pink dress. Her odd-blue eyes wide in confusion. So, as all big brothers do, Fergus prodded her in an attempt to bug her.
The banter began then, finally, Emily threw herself at her brother and began poking him back. She was getting the upper hand when two large hands hooked under her arms and lifted her from her older brothers laughing body. Twisting and wiggling, the girl turned to see her father holding her up effortlessly. His light brown hair streaked with grey, his lips turned up into a little smile, his eyes gleaming. "Now, now, pup. Your mother would be quite upset to see you rolling around in your new dress."
Giggling, the little girl got loose from her father, "she'd have to catch me first!"
The clearing of a throat caused the young girl to spin, Eleanor Cousland stood with her arms folded over her chest, and brow's lifted in challenge.
With a squeal, Emily began running from her family. Laughter trailing off behind her as she swerved through to flora in her courtyard. The child kept her eyes on the ground before her, the green-purple grass flew under her bare toes, her breathing coming out in heavy pants. Peering over her shoulder Emily noticed her family was no longer chasing her.
Slowly she decreased her pace, until the soft tickling of grass changed into the hard patter of feet on stone.
Spinning in surprise she double-checked her surroundings, she stood in the center of the great dining hall, those bare feet now clad in too-tight Orlesian styled heeled shoes, those childish chubby legs now longer and more elegant, but covered in a layer of silk or two.
A hand grasped her waist and she gasped in surprise, to find a startled Ser Gilmore staring her in the face. "I apologize my lady, did I scare you?"
Looking out behind Rodrick she noticed all the couples dancing, including her mother and father, and Fergus and his new Antivian wife.
"No.. of course not, I drifted there." Tilting her head up to meet her best friend, she took his offered hand, allowing his other arm to snake around her waist, spinning her in circles to the music.
Rodrick's arms felt warm and soft on her back, his chest strong, his posture structured. Peering up at his face through her lashes, she tried to ignore her teen-aged hormones kicking into gear. His eyes were a striking green, his nose and jaw strong, his mouth in a small smile, his cheeks a bright pink.
"Are you alright? Ser Knight?" Lifting her hand from his shoulder, Emily placed it on his heated cheeks, feeling the pulsing of his blood under her finger tips.
That only made them hotter, "uh... well..." he looked down between the two of him, "I feel this is slightly inappropriate."
Confused, Emily tilted her head and smiled warmly, "and why's that? This is my brother's wedding and I am dancing with a man I trust, how is that wrong?"
Only blushing more, his hands tightened on her, drawing her closer.
They danced, and danced, and danced. Her feet were throbbing and she was nearing the conclusion to remove them when a slightly drunk Ser Gilmore pulled her towards the side entrance into the rest of the castle. Currently shielded from every one's view.
Emily, clinging to his chest, felt him swallow hard before opening his mouth a few times, snapping it shut each time. Before he could hurt his jaw, she lifted herself to her toes and pressed her lips to his, her fingers coming to his face, cradling his jaw in her hands.
When her eyes opened she was staring into the face of a young man with a bright blush on his face, his heavy plate armor shimmering in the fire-light. "I... I hope that wasn't too soon."
Emily took a moment to orient herself, "I think I may need more testing," she whispered as she pressed her lips to his once again, feeling him stiffen through her own plate armor, before his arms greedily wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer. A scoff brought them both back to reality.
The grinning elf was standing, leaning heavily against a tree he waved the dagger in his hand. "As attractive as that is, I must bring you down as camp is packed and we must continue you on, Wardens."
Blushing, the woman grasped Alistair's hand in her own, giving it a tight squeeze. And as she took a step she fell.
Fell through a hole. A hole filled with purple, until she landed hard on the ground, a floating piece of landscape from her past with tainted trees twisting down to grasp her. Breathing deeply, Emily peered around herself, swearing oath after oath. "Why can't I get out of this sodding place!" Her shoulders shifted forward as she screamed into the ground, kicking a twisted tree with her plated boot.
Throwing herself into a rage, Emily began striking at the trees, drawing blood from her hands, teeth tearing a chunk from her lip.
Before she knew it, she was on her back, starring up at the purple sky. Having knocked herself unconscious in her rage.
A laugh, layered with voices sounded from her side and she heaved a groan. "Have you nothing better to do, bitch?"
The purple demon women placed her hands on he hips, the black flame hair licking the horns protruding from her head. "Now, now. I offered you my assistance, yet you deny me. I can get you out of here, for a price."
"Let you into my body, yes, yes. I understand but I am not going to allow it."
"I don't see why not," she checked her nails, before moving over to Emily, kneeling beside her and trailing a finger up her cheek, "all I want is to enter the mortal world, I have no interest in you..."
"You want a mage. Trust me, I know. I've been stuck in the fade before, I just have to find a way out... and kill the demon trapping me here."
The demon heaved a sigh, rubbing her breast for a moment. "I won't give up on you, my sweet, I will get into the mortal world some how.. whither or not you allow me to use you. Good luck finding your way out."
Grunting as the demon disappeared into the ground, Emily hoisted herself to her feet. "Well, fade portal fifty-seven, no go." Rubbing her hands over her eyes, she found the next one, and stepped through.