This chapter is a tad bit weird because I change POV in it. It'll go back to normal in the next chapter.

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Without further ado, I present chapter 4

(Solas POV, like normal)

She almost died again. It seemed to be a thing with her, getting into unbelievable dangerous situations.

Our party had consisted of Blackwall, Varric, myself, and her. This time, we had stumbled into a high dragon nest. It was too late when we realized and we had no other choice but to fight.

The battle had started well enough, as far as dragon battles went. We were slowly weakening her and no one had been hurt more than a few scrapes and singes. And like always, that's when things took a turn.

The dragon had leapt into the air for a moment, using its wings to throw gusts of wind at us. Blackwall held his ground well but Varric was not as sturdy. He ended up being pushed into Fenlen, knocking both out of the fight.

The dragon, being as smart as she was powerful, seized that moment to take out one of her attackers. She descended on Fenlen with sharp claws and sharper teeth. I watched in horror as Fenlen's staff was brushed aside and she was left defenseless. The creatures great claws slashed down at its prey, eliciting a howl of unbearable pain.

There was so much blood, too much of it pouring from her body. She would not survive.

It was in that moment that I fully realized how deeply I cared for this young elf. I would not let anyone take her from me.

With that thought, I strode toward the beast that had left its' dying prey to attack Blackwall. The air around us cackled with magical energy that had not been used in very many years. The sky blackened as lightning clouds came to my aid.

Large bolts were coming down to strike at random things in the valley. I would need to concentrate to not hurt Blackwall.

The dragon looked from him to the sky and finally to me. She bellowed in anger as she stalked towards me.

"Go to Fenlen." I ordered Blackwall, my voice ringing with the same magic that was in the air.

He did not hesitate and went to her side to try and stem the bleeding.

With my will focused solely on the dragon now, I let loose the power I had summoned. All at once, lightning rained down from the sky, casting the valley in pure light for a few moments.

When it relented, the dragon was little more than bone and ash.

Exhaustion swayed me but I still had something to do. I strode over to my fallen elf, seeing Varric had recovered and was touching a healing potion to her lips.

"I don't think it's working." He said desperately, looking to me for help.

Blackwall was still trying to stop the bleeding but the punctures were too big for that. They would need to be closed first.

My magic didn't do that though. My magic couldn't heal wounds like that, it never has. I could, however, keep her alive until we reached a better healer.

"Go, find something to carry her flat on. We are heading back to camp immediately." I commanded as I fed my magic into her body.

"We don't have time for that, she's dying!" Varric argued.

I turned an icy glare at him. "It was not up for debate." He shrunk at the venom in my voice but then started moving with Blackwall.

I let my mind slip into hers for a moment, feeding her reassurance that she would live. I was met with a small amount of relief, weak but there.

After applying the little bandages that we had left to cover the wound, we were off.

The walk back to camp was slow, Varric leading the group as he held the front of the stretcher while Blackwall was in the back. I had to stay at her side, keeping my magic connected to her.

At one point, we lost her but I had dealt with that in the past. Bringing someone back from the brink was easier than closing the wounds. Sending a small amount of lightning laced with my weak healing magic through her hand, her heart started again.

(Third Person POV)

She was confused for a long time. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there. She couldn't see anyone or really anything. There was just a grey mist hanging in the air.

She tried to wander around the mist but decided it wasn't worth it and just sat down. Instead, she tried to remember what had happened.

She knew they had been fighting, though couldn't remember exactly what. 'Something big?' She thought. She absently touched her stomach where she felt there should have been something.

She gasped as an image filled her mind. Sharp claws, as big as her forearm, coming towards her. "A dragon." She gasped out in shock.

She looked at her stomach now, knowing there should be fatal wounds there. "I'm dead. This must be the Fade." How it took her so long to realize this, she did not know. Maybe it was because she was dead. She shrugged.

In the distance, she saw a light shining through the mist. That was better than just sitting where she was so she stood and strode towards it.

As she approached, the light started taking on a form. A silver wolf now stood in front of her, looking at her cautiously.

She crouched and held out a hand to the wolf. "Are you here to help?" She whispered.

The wolf looked at her hand and sniffed it slightly then looked at her.

There was a noise from behind her that made her look. There was another light, coming towards her slowly. It too, took on a shape, this one somehow familiar to her.

"Da'Fen." The voice rang out around her.

She knew that voice, even as distorted as the Fade made it. "Solas?" She questioned.

The light faded away and revealed the elven mage. He had a smile on his face and affection shone in his eyes.

The scenery changed around them, creating a small clearing in a forest she did not recognize. "Where are we?" She asked him.

"A small, peaceful forest in the Antivan region. Lovely, is it not?" He spoke softly as he walked towards her.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She breathed out.

His smile faded into a frown. "Whatever for, Da'Fen?" He asked.

"I died and now the world will be destroyed." The tears were spilling out of her eyes now, making trails down her face.

A small chuckle escaped Solas' lips and she stared at him, confused.

"You are not dead Vhenan." She took a sharp intake of breath at the name. "You are healing, slowly, but very much alive." He smiled at her as he reached up to wipe the tears from her face.

He held her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. Slowly, he moved to kiss her forehead and whispered, "We will talk more when you awaken, ma Vhenan."

With that, the dream faded.

There were whispers as she emerged from her room in Skyhold. She was going to see Solas but she couldn't ignore the looks that were sent her way or the quieting of crowds when she passed.

Varric stopped her before she could reach her goal.

"Fenlen, I see you're going to see him." There was no need to elaborate who he meant. "Just wanted to advise you to be careful. I don't know much about magic but what he did to that dragon, it was far more powerful than anything I had ever seen before."

"What do you mean?" Fenlen replied, really not understanding.

"He called a lightning storm to the field and fried the dragon in one shot." He elaborated. "And not just that, his entire being seemed to change when you were hurt. Everything about him seemed to, I don't know, but he became a little terrifying." Varric admitted.

"It couldn't have been that bad." She insisted.

He only shrugged. "Ask Blackwall if you think I'm exaggerating." He offered and walked away.