If you have not read 'Gifts From The Dead' I suggest you do, as it plays a part in this chapter.
"Mythal," Soora looked up at her trainer, seeing they were able to take a break for a couple minutes, "I have a question about the Eluvians."
"Yes, da'len?" Mythal walked over to her, placed her hands behind her back.
"I-In my time," Soora chew on her lip, trying to think of words that wouldn't effect the future, "Most of the Eluvians no longer work, yet here...I have yet to come across one that doesn't work."
"'Tis a good question, one that I am happy to answer," Mythal nodded, "When an Eluvian no longer works, it means it's creator has passed."
"There are so many Eluvians though! How can you tell whose belongs to whom?" Soora pulled her hair over her shoulder, starting to braid the ends.
"All Eluvian's are blessed by Fen'Harel. He grants users, like myself and the other Gods, to have their own mirrors. If A God passes, Fen'Harel can take back control of the Eluvian," Mythal tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowed in confused, "Yet you say that most do not work any longer?"
"Yes," Soora let go of her hair and shook her head, "Sola-...Fen'Harel is alive in my time. Why wouldn't they work?"
"It could mean he has lost a lot of his strength in the future, it could also mean he didn't want to take back control of the Eluvian's," Mythal cupped her chin between her fingers and started pacing, "It might mean he is dying as well."
"How does he own all of them?" Soora watched Mythal pace, "Every Eluvian has a different key-...Oh...Fen'Harel enansal."
"His blessing." Mythal nodded, "If he does not allow you to use a mirror, he can lock you out. Perhaps the Eluvians that no longer work in your time are locked?"
Soora furrowed her brows, "That...would make sense...But-...nevermind."
"What is it, child?" Mythal stopped pacing and stood in front of Soora.
"Why would he keep them locked?" Soora spoke, almost in a whisper.
"That is a question you must ask him, da'len. I'm sure he is more than willing to tell you." Mythal crossed her arms, a smile on her face.
I do not think so, Soora thought to herself as they started training again.
"What the hell is our Eluvian doing here?" Soora breathed out, taking a step back. Solas stood behind her, stuck in his spot. His back was tense as he laid eyes on the Eluvian, his hand tightly wound around his staff, his knuckles ghostly white.
"Our eluvian?" Varric looked up at Soora as he walked past them, wiggling his eyebrows. Varric walked further into the temple, everyone slowly following. Bull and Morrigan shutting the door once they all entered, hearing a loud snap before everyone's torches blew out. A weird colored purple veil fire lit up around the temple. All torches lighting with the same glowing purple. Torches hung from the walls and a large unused fire put laid in the middle of the temple.
"I do not like this place." Morrigan followed Flemeth further into the temple, her head tilted as she looked up at the pillars. The Temple was well handled, guessing by how it looked it was built long before their time. The Temple was tall, the pillars stretching further than anyone could see with the dim light. Most of the pillars had writings on them, some more faded than others. It was hard to tell what kind of writing was scribbled onto the stone. Some looked dwarven, Varric commented. Some looked Elven. One pillar near the Eluvian was scribbled with old Tevinter text.
"Unreadable," Morrigan sighed, placing her hand on the pillar, "They scribbled over their own writings – who does that?"
The Eluvian stood at the back of the temple, though it is the first thing that catches someone's eye when they open the door. Morrigan walked closer to the Eluvian, her eyes straining to see it. The veil fires that stood around the Eluvian were a pale green, lying near the floor to show where to walk. The mirror looked untouched, as it did centuries ago when Soora last saw it. Soora came up behind Morrigan, not realizing her hand was engulfed in the pale purple magic the last time she activated the Eluvian. The anchor's magic glowed lightly under the purple, Solas' lips thinning as he saw the mirror recognize her. Soora looked down at her hand when she felt the tingling of the anchor and quickly stepped away from the Eluvian, the magic fading from her hand.
"What," Cassandra crossed her arms, looking at Soora and Solas, "Was that?"
Soora looked up at Solas, fumbling for words, "It-uhgm...it was-"
Solas took Soora's hand in his own and dulled the magic of the Eluvian, "Back in Arlathan, while Soora was there, Mythal gifted us an Eluvian. This seems to be the Eluvian in this realm but the question is-"
"How did it get here." Flemeth stared at the Eluvian intently, furrowing her brows and capturing her chin in between in fingers as she thought.
"Yes." Solas nodded, letting go of Soora's hand once the magic dispelled.
"How did it get here?" Soora mumbled, massaging her palm and looking over her shoulder at the Eluvian. The magic in her palm faded but the tingling could still be felt. Solas walked up to the Eluvian and pressed his hand against it. He growled and pulled his hand away quickly, almost as if he's been burned, "It's been used...Andruil has been using it."
"I thought Eluvian's were made specifically for only one person to use?" Dorian walked next to Solas, his head tilted at the Eluvian.
"They are...this key could not have been taken. It is nothing something material or a couple of meaningless words. There is no way she could have used it." Solas' eyes narrowed.
"Is-Is she in 'here?" Sere's finger gripped her bow tightly, walking over to Soora and glaring at Solas.
"No," Solas shook his head and looked wearily over at Flemeth, "It has not been used for days."
"At least we know we're on the right track." Soora sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, "Where to now?"
"We will sleep here tonight." Flemeth crossed her arms and glared at the Eluvian, "But be ready for a fight. Andruil knows we are here."
"Lovely." Cassandra grumbled and pulled her pack off, dropping it on the ground with a loud thump, dust and dirt puffing around the pack, "The Temple is big – We should scout out the rest of it, make sure no one else is in here with us."
"Grab a torch and explore." Soora set her pack down and pulled a torch off the wall. "If you are attacked, run back here. Scream out for the others while you're running back – make sure everyone can hear you." Soora left the others, heading out into a long narrow hallway.
"This place feels wrong." Sera hugged herself as she trailed behind Cassandra and Dorian, Varric walking next to her, Bianca out and ready for trouble.
"It's creepy, it's nerve racking and I swear I keep hearing voices." Varric grumbled, his eyes moving from dark corner to dark room.
"You hear them too?" Dorian cursed under his breath, moving the torch in front of him when he heard giggling.
"We should head back," Cassandra pulled out her shield, glaring in front of her.
"Cassandra."
Everyone froze, staring into the dark hallway in front of them.
"My Love."
Dorian unclipped his staff once he saw Cassandra reach for her sword.
"Who is there?" Cassandra spoke, harshly. Venom in her voice. A figure slowly stepped out of the darkness. Covered in fancy mage robes, a shinning silver staff clipped to his back. His skin as pale as snow, his shoulder length dark brown hair disheveled and slowly curled. His violet eye shinning as bright as the last time Cassandra saw him.
"Re...Regalyan." Cassandra's shoulder's shook, her eyes staring at the figure that presented itself.
"Seeker, we need to-" Varric spoke, turning around and seeing other shadows starting to appear.
"Come with me, my love. We can be together." He smiled, offering his hand to her.
"We need to move!" Sera cried, pulling an arrow out of her quiver, aiming it at a shadow, "Dorian! Grab 'er and move!"
Dorian placed a barrier over them before dropping the veil fire and sending a fireball at Regalyan. He grabbed Cassandra's arm, pulling her with them as he sent fire balls in front of them to clear their path back to the eluvian.
"And you decided to come with me why?" Solas raised an eyebrow at Bull as they walked down a pair of stairs to the lower level.
"You're a mage. If something does decide to pop out and scare you, you wouldn't be able to hold them off." Bull smirked down at Solas who scoffed.
"Please," Solas shook his head and walked down another hallway, "I am a God, Bull. I can kill more enemies in thirty seconds then you could in five minutes."
"That a challenge?" Bull laughed, stretching his arms over his head.
"Take it that way, if you wish," Solas shrugged, his ears twitching, "I was simply stating a fact."
"All because you're a God doesn't mean I can't kick your sarcastic ass." Bull glared down the hallway, resting his hands behind his head. Solas made a small nod towards Bull, discreetly reaching for his staff. An arrow shot by Solas' head, bouncing off Bull's harness.
"That wasn't nice." Bull growled, pulling his sword out as Solas placed a barrier around them. The torch's fire was pulled towards the figure on the other side of the darkness. Andruil's cackling bounced off the walls. She taunted them in elven, making Bull uneasy and Solas livid as she spoke of Soora.
"Death, my sweet wolf. Death will take her. Soon." Andruil emerged from the shadows. Her dark brown hair flowed behind her as she walked towards them. Her tan, tainted skin glimmered with blood and black magic as she called upon the fade. Her piercing red eyes were full of hatred. The howls of wolves and animalistic creatures could be heard from outside of the temple as Andruil raised her arms over her head, black magic spilling from them, laughing hysterically.
The veil fires in the hallway lit up as Soora walked up to them and died out after the passed them. Drawings and writings in languages she'd never seen or heard before were scribbled over the walls, very few words she could make out and even fewer she knew she could pronounce. One specific word popped out at her, the wall glowing a transparent shade of tea.
"Dorai..." Soora stopped in front of the wall, her fingers lightly tracing the word. "Duty to a loved one. Why does this word keep coming up?" Soora furrowed her brows and took a step back, looking up at the tall wall. She heard some foot steps behind her, catching a glimpse of Solas before he pressed her up against the wall, growling sweet and sensual elven words in her ear.
"So-Solas-" Soora blushed and bit back a moan as Solas bit down on her neck. The torch falling from her hands as Solas ravished her. He flipped her around, crashed his lips against hers, hands clawing at her clothes as the veil fire burned out. Soora leaned into him, pulling at his clothes, craving to touch his body. This felt more then just a kiss, electricity set spark to the air around them.
Soora had missed this. She hoped she would get some alone time once coming back from Arlathan, if this was one of those rare moments – whether or not they were being hunted by a psycho – she wouldn't turn it away. He pressed his lips against hers and she immediately responded. She dove her fingers into his dreaded hair and felt his arms wrap protectively around her waist. She moaned low in her throat as he pressed his body flush against hers and she felt how hard he was through his breeches.
"Sola-as..." She whispered, pleading for him to continue.
He forced Soora on the ground, pushing her robes up and crawled on top of her, tasting and exploring her mouth. She arched her hips up, wanting more of him. She pulled on his dreads, earning a growl from within his throat. Solas let his strong fingers run down her body, causing her to shiver until he reached that part of her that ached the most for him. He tore away her small clothes and slid a finger into her wetness. Solas started chuckling, his eyes changing into the unwanted orange glow as he covered Soora's lips with his own before she could scream.
ADD NOTE: Sorry for this being a little late. Things have been hectic this week. I have no idea how Regalyan, Cassandra's lover who died at the conclave, actually looks so I made him look whoever the hell I felt like. I have no idea how any of the Gods look like, except Solas/Fen'Harel of course. I will make them all in my own image of how evil they are.