"Those who oppose thee,

Shall know the wrath of heaven.

Field and forest shall burn,

The seas shall rise and devour them,

The wind shall tear their nations

From the face of the earth,

Lightning shall rain down from the sky,

They shall cry out to their false gods,

And find silence."

Canticle of Andraste 7:19

Loghain, the Royal Compound, Denerim

"My lord we have the prisoner as requested."

"Bring him in Lieutenant."

The guards returned dragging a man in chains behind them. The man wasn't conscious which would have been a blessing. The bruises and cuts all along his body indicated that he'd had a hard time in the cells and that the torturer was still good at inflicting pain, even if the man hadn't spoken.

"Fetch a mage; he's no good to us like this."

The guards bowed and left in search of the castle mage leaving Loghain to his prize. He circled the man and took in every detail of his body. From the beard down to what was left of his black robes, he took it all in. He was a mage, that he knew. Which is why he had disgraced Templar's join the hunt for the man and why they were still part of his guard, they proved useful. The current guards outside were Templar's, the best of a dull bunch. The mage would be of no harm to Loghain. He was still examining the prisoner when the healer arrived.

"My lord."

"Heal him, it's time we had a chat."

"Yes my lord."

The mage set to work and the magic came flowing out of his palm and into the prisoner. It was a slow process but the cuts and bruises started to heal. An audible pop was heard from a dislocated shoulder and the man slowly started to breath steadily. After over an hour of healing the man was awake and no longer in any pain. The healer bowed quickly and left.

"Where is she?"

"Who exactly do you mean, there are plenty of woman in the world?"

"You know who I mean."

"Let's say I do. What exactly do I get out of this?"

"Your freedom. After you've done something for me."

"What exactly do you want?"

"You're a mage. I already have a helper from the circle of magi in place. He's playing the part of a boys tutor, in all things magic. You're to go and help him, but at the same time poison his father. Clearly my previous agent hasn't done his job yet. You are to complete it. Before you object you have no options here, you'll do this or something tragic might happen to dear Anya."

"You bastard! Let her go!"

"Not until you have done this for me."

"Fine, don't you dare lay a hand on her."

The prisoner had no choice, it was either do this or his little Anya would die. His path was set, he had no choice in the matter. It was time to get going. The Maker be damned.

Mithra, the Dalish Camp

The taint had taken its course and the joining had worked its magic. The taint that had been plaguing Mithra was now gone but the joining had still taken it out of her. She lay unconscious for the better part of two days. The healer wasn't allowed to work as the joining had to take its natural course. So they had been told by the Wardens before they disappeared. She slowly opened her eyes and let out a deep breath, she was finally awake. For anyone who had been watching her they would have said she had been dreaming this entire time, but to Mithra it was more along the lines of a nightmare.

In her dreams she had been haunted by a dragon, but not any dragon. This dragon sang out to her the song was glorious it spoke to her. She wanted to understand it but each time she tried it became quieter. But when it surged it hurt, the pain was unbearable and the dragon came closer. Its eyes were on Mithra as soon as it landed communicating. This dragon hated Mithras very being and that of those her new kin. The dragon flew of and circled over an army of darkspawn before setting down. The Archdemon.

She needed to discuss the dream with someone, but she couldn't turn to her Keeper. Zathrian had disappeared as soon as the Grey Wardens had left. For the moment she was alone with her dream. The Dalish camp was awash with activity. The hunters were preparing, their bows were ready and their arrows were primed. Trouble was coming to the Dalish. The attack came quick and the first line of hunters fell quickly, the beasts were upon them and tore them limb from limb. The second line of hunters quickly opened fire taking out several of the monstrosities coming at them, but it wasn't enough. Mithra gathered up her sword and armour and ran to the front line and unleashed her fury upon the beasts. Her battle cry was fierce and her temper ferocious. Her sword cut of limbs and brought the beasts to their knees. How dare these creatures attack her clan? Her bloodlust great, the more she killed the more she enjoyed it. The Dalish had stopped trying to help a long time ago; it was just Mithra and the beasts. When the battle was finally over Mithra was still standing the anger and hate was radiating off of her body, the Dalish hunters wouldn't come near her, in this moment she was truly alone. Her mind was reeling back and forth between disgust and euphoria. Part of her loved what she had just done, it seemed so natural and felt more and more satisfying as it went, but the other half of her was disgusted by it. She'd never lost control like this before, it was worrying. But she had to calm down and come back down to Earth. It took a while but she managed to control herself.

"Return to your stations, the danger has passed."

"Lanaya. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you Mithra. You've finally come into your heritage is all. We've always known that it would happen at some point. There has always been one member of the clan that was a berserker, a warrior of outstanding skill with the rage to go with it."

"How did you know it would be me?"

"Genetics. The berserker has always come from your lineage. You've come into it a lot sooner than your father did, but that might have something to do with you being a Grey Warden."

"I'm a Grey Warden."

"The first Dalish elf to become a Grey Warden in such a long time. Your new companions will be able to tell you more when they return."

"The Shemlen!"

"They are Grey Wardens. Do not forget what the Hahren taught you. The Grey Wardens are a group of warriors from all the races, not just Shemlen. You'll be treated as an equal."

"Equal! We're are of the people, we are not equal to Shemlen."

"Da'len, calm down. Your rage is still flowing through you, it will do you no good to stay enraged. You need to learn how to control your rage before you lash out unwillingly."

Lanaya left Mithra to herself, her thoughts were scattered. Proud at being the first Dalish Grey Warden in an era. At the same time she was disheartened, she knew the story of the Grey Wardens she'd have to leave her clan behind, her people would be lost to her. She didn't want to leave, she was a hunter of the Maharial clan her duty was to her clan. But at the same time surely she would fail her clan for not following the path laid out before her. She knew she had no choice not anymore, she would have to wait for the Grey Wardens to return. The biggest mix of Shemlen she had ever graced her eyes upon. The indifferent mage, the naïve Templar and the blunt warrior, a most strange mix.

Morrigan, The Brecillian Forest, Two months ago

"What do you see Richard?"

"I see trees Morrigan, this is a forest after all."

"Sarcasm Richard really. Focus on everything but the trees, the movement in between, now what do you see?"

"There's something moving over there, it looked like a person."

"Technically it was, but that's a very human word. What you see are the Dalish, no human has ever been this close to them."

"How come?"

"Normally they would scare you aware or at worse just kill you."

"But not tonight?"

"No, tonight they have something else to deal with. You know of your family history yes and the trouble with werewolves?"

"I've known bits of it, the circle doesn't exactly teach you it. But that was several hundred years ago there haven't been any sightings of werewolves since."

"No. Then what, prey, are they?"

To the right of the Dalish camp were werewolves coming upon the camp quick and fast, the Dalish were ready but the fight was quick, there were loses on both sides.

"Come, let's follow."

The two shifted into the form of wolves and followed the werewolves through the forest and back to their den. The ruin that they had taken was once a mighty Tevinter fortress that was lost to the ages. The location of such would have been hard to find otherwise. The wolves ventured further into it and were eventually met by two werewolves who bared their way forward.

"Two pups have followed us back."

"Get rid of them."

The two wolves were linked and there thought process was joined.

Morrigan follow my lead.

What are you going to do Richard?

You'll see.

Richard's shift was quick, he went from wolf into werewolves. From the werewolves point of view one minute the wolf was there and then there was a flash of light and a werewolf appeared. And then the second wolf followed suit as well. Stood before them were two werewolves who clearly had some form of magic behind them. The growls and snarls that came from the werewolves was loud and frightening, almost causing the duo to retreat, but they held their ground and eventually a new werewolf with some sort of clothing on appeared. He stood there and snarled at the duo, before his human sense came forth and he took in their scent. The new alpha werewolf could tell that these two didn't belong to the pack, their scent was different.

"The lady wants to see you."

Not able to back down, the duo followed the alpha further into the fortress. The further they went the more werewolves appeared to follow them down, the message had apparently been spread out along the pack. There were two intruders being shown to the lady and they looked like them. The lady would be able to solve the problem if she didn't well they would get eaten.

Well done Richard, what trouble have you gotten us into now?

We'll be fine Morrigan, we're going to see the lady.

Yes but who is she?

The two ended up in the throne room of the fortress where the lady resided. She was human but not at the same time. She was definitely more human than the werewolves, she held the correct form for starts. But yet she was still covered in fur. Her body was definitely feminine, one couldn't deny. As she came down from her throne it was clear tell which part of her held the most, there were no snarls or growls, not even a hutched over walk, but a feminine glide.

"You two are not werewolves, that much is clear. From what my guards tell me you shifted in the blink of an eye and there was a bright light. But neither are you the shape that you came here in. The wolf maybe part of you as it is of us but you are not cursed, you choose the form willingly. Tell me are you Dalish?"

At the mention of the Dalish the throne room was covered in growling. The volume of it was intense, the longer it went on the louder it became. There was no love for the Dalish in this fortress, there was only hate.

"We are not Dalish."

"Then reveal yourselves to us, before we lose our patience."

The shift was instant.

"We are Mages."

"Magic, never does anybody any good. It is how we became this way."

"Magic did this to you?"

"You do not know our story? It was magic that did this, the magic of the Dalish. We were once like you, once human. We were foolish and ventured too close to the Dalish camp. The Dalish saw a large group of armed people heading towards them and they attacked first. The leader of the group was the Keepers daughter, she was slain by my hand. This was so long ago. Since then we have been like this, we hated ourselves for so long before we realised it was not us we hated, but the Dalish. It was they that turned us this way."

"So you've been attacking them ever since. Have you never considered there might be another way of curing your people?"

"We have, but who would deal with werewolves."

"We will."

Richard, what are you doing?

Helping, if this works we'll be able to study real werewolves. Not only that but can you imagine the possibilities of having werewolves as allies.

The possibilities would be advantageous. Very well, we will do what we can.

"Have you to come to an agreement?"

"We have, we'll do what we can. But we can't make any promises that this will work."

"Agreed. Do we have a volunteer to help the two mages?"

Mhairi, the Lady of the Forests Throne Room

Ever since they entered the fortress they had met no resistance from the werewolves. Any that had come close enough gave one look straight to Morrigan and walked away. When questioned, Morrigan gave no answers, well nothing that could qualify as an answer. Just more mystery. The feeling of unease never left. The Wardens hand kept gripping the handle of her sword, always ready for the fight that was coming. The doors ahead opened up of their own accord, almost welcoming them home. It was not to be, on the opposite side was a room full of werewolves and in the centre was a raised platform with a throne on it. Sat on it was clearly there prey.

"It's been two months Morrigan. When you left we granted you and Richard asylum here whenever you needed. Part of me hoped that one day you would both return. I have longed to see you both. Yet your arrival this time doesn't please."

"I can explain my lady. The circumstances are different this time. Last time we were merely curious, this time however we come with a purpose."

"And curiosity is not a purpose."

"It is. Our purpose this time is the blight, I travel in the company of Grey Wardens."

"We can feel the blight coming up through the lands from the south. It concerns us all yet we will not help until we have been cured, you must know this Morrigan."

"I do. Since our time apart Richard and I have been thinking about your situation. The conclusion we have is that we would need to maker of the curse to bring it to its end. Without using blood magic, that is the only way forward."

"You came via the Dalish, you will have no doubt met the person behind it. Zathrian."

"Then we must bring him here."

It would seem that the plan of action was set. The Warden and her party would bring the Keeper back to the werewolves in order to cure them. But that was not meant to be, Mhairi was the leader here, yet Morrigan had usurped her at the last moment. By dealing with the werewolves on her own accord. There had been no formal introductions just straight to business, which is just not the way it was done in the Grey Wardens. And all this talk about Morrigan and Richard's previous visit was making her skin crawl, it was almost like Morrigan had manipulated her into taking her to see old friends. Leliana seemed to be having the same reaction as Mhairi, she didn't know anything about the witch of the wilds but she sensed that Mhairi did and she trusted Mhairi. Sten was blank.

"Morrigan, you owe us some sort of explanation what is going on here?"

"I owe you no such thing. If you were listening you would have found out everything you needed to know about past and present. It is not my fault your attention span is limited."

The remark stung, there was no covering it up after the fact. Not that Morrigan wanted to. The truth was spoken and the truth would remain. For Mhairi it would take a while to get over, but she wouldn't allow the witch another victory over her.

"What of Richard, Morrigan? You were quite content the last time I saw."

"Taken away from us in Lothering. Rogue Templars. We do not know where."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Not by choice, if I had my way I would be tearing the country apart searching for him. But alas the Warden makes a good point. Stopping the Blight will save Richard as well."

"When we are cured…"

"There will be no cure."

The werewolves suddenly sprang into action, all eyes were fixed on the intruder. From the shadows walked the Dalish Keeper.

"You will not have your cure. You are beasts, even in your old forms you were beasts. As long as I live you will not have your cure."

The snarling from the wolves grew louder with each statement. The lady was shielded by her subjects and Morrigan. Leaving the Warden and her party to fend for themselves.

"Surely, you have had enough of all the pointless killing Zathrian."

"I have Warden, but it will not happen. These beasts killed my daughter they do not deserve a second chance."

"And how many of their number did your daughter kill? From what we've been told it was the mistrust of the Dalish that caused this."

"There was no mistrust of the Dalish, the Shemlen arrived with weapons in force, and we just defended ourselves."

"But did you stop to ask what they were doing, or do you know nothing of the outside world away from your clan."

"The clan is all that matters."

"These people were going to war."

"Something we agree on. They brought war to the Dalish."

"No they didn't. You brought that war upon yourselves. These men and women were off to join the fight against the Blight. Ostagar wasn't the first battle, it was one of many. Before this we were fighting battles further south than Ostagar."

"What you say can't be true? They were heading straight towards our camp, we had to act."

"And how were they supposed to know where you camp? The Dalish don't like to have their presence known. They couldn't have known you were there. All of this is your doing Zathrian. The Dalish mistrust caused this and now your Dalish pride is preventing you from doing the right thing."

"This is a trouble of our own making. Dalish pride, heard of it, never expected to be accused of having it. But you're right. The clan can't know what I did."

Before anyone could act the Keeper drew a knife and slit his wrists. The blood ran freely and created a puddle around him. Using the magic in his blood he coated himself with the blood magic and turned it in on himself, severing the connection he had to the curse and reversing everything. The blood dissipated and Zathrian fell to the floor, life barely clinging on to him but the curse had been cured. Where once there had been werewolves there were now men and women.

"It is done…."

The last breath of Zathrian of the Maharial clan.

A/N Back to this story for a bit. Been a while and I'm back on it. Stay tuned for more. As mentioned in Ashley Williams: A Battlespace Interview fiction. I'm currently looking for a beta reader, if your interested PM me and let me know.