I encourage everyone to reread all my previous chapters because I have done some editing and change a bit of the story! But I am back and I hope to provide a story that I am most excited about! Enjoy!
Danni~
"It has been days! Where is she?!" A female voice echoed out among the camp just pacing around the fire place while others began to speak up.
"… I think we need to start facing the fact that she might have… gone down with Haven." Silence followed the soft Antivan voice that expressed everyone's deepest fears.
"She can't be dead. Without her we cannot stop the any new breaches that may appear…."
"She isn't dead."
"Oh? How can you be sure?"
"Because!... because I can feel it." A snort left the spymaster causing the male to turn his head to face her. "You trust your senses and I trust mine." He snapped harshly sending a warning glance towards the woman before the voice of the Seeker now interrupted the stare down.
"I have never seen you so angry, Cullen."
"…a great friend who fought to protect us on several occasions is now missing after taking on the Elder One and a dragon…. All alone. I refuse to accept the fact that while I was turning tail she died for us, a group she had loyalties to. She gave us her life not because she wanted to but because she had to… I am furious that you'd all try to just tone down the seriousness of her disappearance." The other three women fell silent to his words not expressing the fact that they felt the same as him but not to his degree. There were other things behind his anger. The memories of the night before the attack was clear in his mind and they stung more and more with every replay in his mind.
The Breach that hung in the sky was no more than a scar upon the night sky as the Commander walked outside to the celebrations that filled the streets of the small town of Haven. A content look was plastered across his face just finding that he was happy with walking around and observing the happiness that just oozed out of the people of the Inquisition and the people of Haven. But the one face that he expected to be the center of the festivities was not there. And why couldn't she be?
She is the sole reason that they could in fact shut the breach... so where was she?
Now he begun to search for the moonlight colored hair elf among the crowds, dark corners, and even her quarters but all proved to be a waste of time. Scratching his head as he left her quarters he suddenly remembered one last place he could check. Walking down to the gate he was right when he found the gate slightly open so that a person could easily squeeze through the crack. Sticking his head out of the gate he stopped mid step to be greeted by the sight of Evelyn in a simple dress that flowed down to her surely bare feet, which always surprised him for the cold was almost unbearable to his feet. This was the first time he had ever seen the woman wear something that was not armor or large mage robes.
The soft green cloth clung to her sides showing her true, petite frame just accenting her curves. But what really threw him for a spin was her hair... it was always tied up in a bun but now... it flowed down her back in soft waves.
A sea of moonlight. He found himself thinking that as he just stood there transfixed by the rare beauty that she presented at the moment. Realizing how ridiculous he might look to any that pass by he regained his composure now stepping out of the gates making his way towards the woman.
"You look lovely." He softly stated hoping that he won't scare her with his sudden appearance he was happy to see that she just turned around only making the lump in his throat grow thicker at the sight of her face. Her face was draped by her hair which only accented her large green eyes and lips.
"Oh! Commander! I- uh... Josephine made me get in this... surprising enough she can very scary when she is dead set on doing something..." She shuffled clearly awkward where she stood. He chuckled lightly as he now stepped forward moving closer to her only to stop at her side looking out to the lake loving the calm and peaceful aura seemed to fill him from the sight.
"That sounds like you, Cassandra, Liliana, and Josephine. You all get dangerous and scary when your minds are set on something." The elf seemed pleased that he chose to drop the subject of her clothes, she seemed to be more jumpy without armor or her staff. Turning back around to her original position she let off a small chuckle of her own now crossing her arms across her chest.
"Yeah well... in this time we can't be indecisive... but at the same time I don't see how me wearing a dress could be so important." She huffed as he diverted his eyes to her to catch the irritation that clung to her face plus how uncomfortable she looked. With a small sigh his hands came up now taking his feathered over cloak from his back now moving towards her. He gently set the feathers upon her shoulders causing her to jump slightly at the touch before relaxing as he shifted the long red material around her providing some protection from onlookers along while providing some warmth to her.
"There. Now it just looks like you stole my cloak while I fell into a drunken stupor." He offered her a smile as she looked up at him slightly shocked that he had offered her his cloak.
"What? If you freeze out here I will get my head ripped off by the others... plus I would not want to see you freeze." His hand traveled up to the back of his neck rubbing it awkwardly just feeling her eyes on him which only made him grow hotter in the cheeks underneath her gaze.
"Well...uh- I am going to return to the festivities..." He stated shifting his weight to move from her but only to be stopped when he felt the light touch of her hand on his cheek. Looking back at her he just stood amazed to find her smiling wide showing true happiness for the first time in front of his eyes.
"Thank you." When her hand fell from his cheek he took in a quick breath before smiling back at her now dipping his head in respect before turning now making his way towards the gate not minding whatsoever that he was now much colder on the shoulders.
Spinning then falling still… that is all that filled the world of black. Every waking moment was of absolute stillness or that of utter chaos. Nothing was seen or heard just a torrent of senses that a picture could not be created or understood. What was this world? It was understandable and would make any sane person reel in confusion. For hours, for days this was all that filled her senses. She saw nothing. Heard nothing, tasted nothing, and smelled nothing. But… she felt everything.
The wind that brushed up against her skin sending a tingle through her body, the vibrations of trees swaying back and forth because of the subtle wind, she could feel life all around her but it was all at once. A wave of unending senses that scrambled even one thought. But the pain was what really did it. Her wounds are what propelled her into a fit of panic and confusion. But this sensation of pain did not hurt... it was a sensation that made coherent thoughts become that of random pictures and emotions. Jumbling that with what she felt around her caused nothing but a swirling pit within the caverns of her mind trapping her there.
No progress was made. No movement back or forward was even conceived in her mind for she just strove to understand what was going on in her mind and around her. An unending circle that eventually brought her back to where she started. But it did not last forever... eventually the darkness of her confusion was lit by a single and loud sensation.
Warmth.
For the first time in her continuous battle to understand she felt warmth against her skin. And it caught her attention almost instantaneously. She could focus on this... she could understand it. Grabbing onto it like a lifeline she could feel the once black, swirling pit of her mind clean itself. Slowly the mucky image smeared into a soft light that eventually brought a blurry picture forth. Sure it wasn't clear... but she for once could make a clear thought to herself without the torrent inside stopping such options.
Where am I?
Movement now was a thought in her mind. Eyelashes now moved as her eyelids made intentions to open allowing the mental image to become that of reality. Blinking she found herself in a small room. The walls, ceilings, and floors were all made of wood leading her to believe she was in a log cabin. Slowly her eyes rolled over the room seeing very little furniture or items in the room; besides the bed she lay in, a table with a chair to accompany it, and a small wardrobe. But what really caught her attention was the window.
The large opening that was on the parallel wall to her she saw the world at which she rested in. Outside a sea of large trees filled the area blocking one for looking for miles. The ground was peppered with the most beautiful colored vegetation which sported some small animals walking among them. The sight was only made better with the light of the sun spewing out from behind the trees. It was breathtaking and peaceful image to behold. She was an elf imprisoned in a mage circle so the ability to look upon nature in such pure and raw beauty was a rare opportunity for her.
"You're awake." The voice made her jump and now tense up, as her fighting instincts kicked in almost immediately. Regretting such sudden movements her body experienced a sharp wave of pain from her chest area. Gasping at the sudden acknowledgment that she was injured she lay back down on the mattress finding that she was breathing heavily just at a simple movement.
"Calm yourself. Help. I want to help. Helping the pain. Clawing. Scratching at the mind. Drowning your mind in pain. Help. That is all I seek."
"Then s-show yourself... stop hiding." She growled out greeted by a voice that was hoarse and dry. She knew that she had not talked for a while sleeping but how long has she slept to have a voice that hurt leaving her throat?
"I am not hiding. I am here." The voice that once echoed in her mind now caught her attention from the other side of the room. Turning her head she found the source. A man... sitting on the table with his legs crossed wore simple clothing. But the hat that was so large drowned out any other notable characteristics sat upon his head that was bowed towards her. Nervous movements from his hands told her that he was purposely choosing not to look at her.
"Six weeks. They care. They provide and watch over you. Caring. Healing. Helping. Their hearts are pure."
"W-what?"
"The people of this home. They have watched over you. Healed your wounds even though they do not have much. Six weeks I have come back to find you asleep. Resting. Hurting. Today is different. You have awakened..." His words were everywhere in a tone that made her head spin. After waking from such restless sleep it was a bit too much to handle at the moment.
"I... have been asleep for six weeks?" A nod was her answer from him which she promptly let out a long and irritated sigh.
"Damn." Her mind wandered to the Inquisition and what happened with them but before she could speak the male spoke.
"They searched. Still search for you. Their hope nearly gone. Evaporated. Depleted. You need to return soon. To lead, to inspire, to help..."
"...who are you?" A long pause fell over them both now. Birds filled the silence with their sweet songs and as she had given up getting an answer from him his voice echoed out softly.
"Cole."
"Are you… the voice from Haven?" The man tilted his head in slight confusion.
"Haven is gone. Dead but festering a wound that cries out. I found you there in the wound… you were calling out so I helped."
"Then you weren't the voice I heard while fighting Cor-" Raising her head to stare at the male he was gone. No one was in the room but herself and it was comfortably silent once again. Wanting to question herself how he could have left without a sound or her noticing she waved the thought off. Exhaustion was hitting her hard and the desire to sleep hit her like a fist to the point that keeping her eyes open was a strain. Resting her head back on her pillow a soft sigh left her lips before sleep captured her in a wonderful dream of meadows of flowers, forests of peaceful trees, and soft waves of the ocean water. All ideas that seemed so far from her grasp since her life was now intertwined within the grasps of Corypheus.
