Chapter Four

"Is this wise Commander?" Cassandra asked. She, besides Amara knew of my withdrawals and my suffering. It wasn't that long ago that I had asked Cassandra to replace me as I wasn't sure if I could lead the forces. Thanks to her stubbornness and Amara's love for me, I was able to pull through. I shot a look to Cassandra as fast as Sera or Varric could fire an arrow. Even the Iron Bull stepped back slightly. I had no idea what I looked like, but for Bull to step back. I made my way around to the other side of the bed and sat down. I could feel my heart beating faster. I took a deep breath.

Dorian then stood in front of me "Remember your Templar training Commander?" I nodded, but did wonder which part of my training that Dorian was meaning. He then spoke about my vigil and how, like the seekers, we had to enter a state of peace. I had to clear my mind of all emotion and empty my mind. I remember this being the one part of my training I had no issues with, but this was different. The woman who was leading the Inquisition, the woman who had captured my heart, the woman had understood me, who was there for me in my darkest hour. I loved her. Makers breath…how was I going to clear all the emotion that was running rampant threw my veins. This was the war table that needed strategy, this was my love, my heart that needed me now more than ever.

They all could see that I was having a trouble clearing my head. Cole offered to enter, followed by Cassandra, then Vivienne. Suddenly the room erupted in sea of voices, all saying they would enter and help her. Dorian looked at me. Placing his hands at my sides, he leaned down and his eyes locked with mine. This did make me feel a little uncomfortable, though it brought back a memory of myself doing a similar motion to Amara when we spent time together and teased each other.

Dorian's steel blue eyes gazed deep with my being.

"She needs you…you can do this Commander…now clear you mind and heart" His words were soft, but stern. I nodded and laid myself next to her. I took a deep breath; as I exhaled, Dorian called over Solas and Vivenne to begin. As I slowly closed my eyes and their voices were like whispers on the wind. I then entered her dream…

I could not believe I was here. I was inside her dream. I didn't really believe Solas on the fact that the fade and a mages dream are connected, but from what I could see, it was all true.

I was surrounded by a faint green mist that had no smell to it. Small green lights danced around in the mist. I was amazed and frightened. I was out of my element, but I knew I had to find Amara. As I was about take my first step forward, I heard a child's laughter and an image of a small, lean child with long deep red hair, tied up high and platted, running around with a man, who was chasing her. At first I was about to run and aid the child Amara, but then she ran towards him. He took her in his well-built arms. The man was roughly the same height as me, but was very muscular. His hair was shaved and growing back. I could see this is where Amara had inherited her hair colour from.

'Mama!' the image child called. I slim, but curved woman then appeared. Her hair was long and reached her all the way down to her ankles, which was very wavy. Amara was her mother's double. Almost a twin, but what struck me most was her eyes. Her mother's eyes where brighter than Amara's icy blue eyes, which drew me in the first time I saw her on the battle field, but her mother had one blue eye, and one that was purple. This I had never seen before. I knew Amara had a slight purple tint close to the centre of her eyes, but to see her mother, took my breath away. As she joined them, they embraced. A smile crossed my lips. She misses them. I then saw a glow appear around the child. This is when her magic first appeared to Amara and her parents. By the shock and tears that fell down their cheeks, they knew Amara was to be taken to the Ostwick Circle. She was so young. Possibly the youngest mage ever to be taken to the circle.

Wiping away a tear, I moved away from this scene. What had the shard caused? Why had it brought all these memories and fears to the surface?

I then saw a dark figure moving through the mist. I knew this was not the images I had just seen. I called out her name, but she didn't hear. She then disappeared from my view. I then picked up my pace and ran through the mist. I could hear voices from either side, but I ignored them. I wasn't until I saw an image of Leliana, Josiphine and myself. I paused for a moment and watched. By the expression on our face, we were scared and upset. Behind us, Cole was holding Varric, who had been seriously hurt and was dying. Iron Bull was trying to hold the large oak door.

The doors of Skyhold.

Solas was nowhere to be found. Dorian was helping Vivienne in tending to soldier's that had been injured in whatever battle had occurred.

"She's gone Cullen…she was unable to stop him…" Cassandra called out as she staggered over towards me. I never said a word. I was just staring at the door. Josephine was calling to me for and answer. Leliana was praying to the maker. I then watched as I unsheathed my sword and held it ready for battle. I asked Bull to open the door. I could understand why I was doing this. I had lost the one thing in my life that meant more to me the Inquisition itself.

Bull opened the door and I charged out…