ADD NOTE: Sadly, I didn't realize this until I got a PM from a fan, part of chapter 4 cut off so I'm adding it to chapter 5. I AM SO SORRY! D:

ANOTHER ADD NOTE: In my story, mages have all abilities. Solas/Soora/Morrigan/Dorian/etcccccccc, they aren't only restricted to the added ability which they receive in game. They also do not need their staffs to cast major spells...like all mages. lol

Chapter Warnings:

Implied Rape

Cursing

Violence

Action

Elven words and their definitions:

Ittee – Whore

Traako – Shit

Playlist for this Chapter (pretty much the music I listen to while writing this, not in any specific order):

Believe – Yellowcard

How To Save A Life – The Fray

Gifts and Curses – Yellowcard

Breathing – Yellowcard

"Now, now, Lavellan." Falon'Din hissed, his form changing from Solas to his own, covering her mouth with his hand, "You wouldn't want to alarm the others? Would you?"

He cackled, pushing her robes up more with his knee. Soora's screams were muffled by Falon'Din's palm, his other hand forcing her wrists together in chains. Soora shut here eyes, trying to concentrate on her mana. She ignored Falon'Din and his taunts, his hands, everything he was doing to her. She growled when he kissed her again and bit his tongue when he forced it into her mouth.

"You bitch." He hissed, bringing a hand up, small sparks of lightning coming out from his finger tips. Soora acted quickly and head-butted him in the mouth, pushing him completely off her. She stood up quickly and wiggled out of the chains before Falon'Din could get back up. She realized she didn't know which way lead back to the eluvian, confused by the sudden attack. Falon'Din laughed, spitting out some blood that dripped from his lips. Soora looked down at the chains, her fingers tightening around them before she heard a loud scream from down the hall.

"Solas!" Soora yelled, dropping the chains. Falon'Din jumped up before Soora could get past him, blocking her only way to Solas.

"Let's see what you're made of, Ittee." Falon'Din laughed, volts of lightning jumping from his fingers onto the walls around them.

Soora growled, getting ready to run at Falon'Din, "With pleasure."

Solas raised his hands above his head before slamming his palms down onto the ground, causing a controlled earthquake to shake Andruil off her feet. Andruil quickly sent a streak of frost toward Solas, causing him to lose focus on his spell and be pushed back. Solas held his staff firmly against the ground, helping him keep his footing as the earthquake slowly stopped. Dirt and rubble fell from the temple roof, the temple becoming more unstable as the fighting continued. Andruil began to charge after Solas, throwing her hand in front of her to send out a veil boulder. Solas let out a blast of lightning from his fingers, shattering the boulder in pieces before it hit him. Andruil appeared behind the boulder, tackling Solas to the ground. Solas kicked her off, pushing her over him and grabbed his staff. He stood up and pressed the blade of his staff against her throat.

"Shouldn't you be protecting your whore?" Andruil spoke in elven, a smirk.

Solas froze and looked up to see Soora be thrown out into the hallway he stood in. She grunted on impact, her head banging against the wall, but quickly stood and shot her hands out towards Falon'Din, a stream of fire leaving her palms. He saw Falon'Din walk through the fire, shielded by an unknown force. Solas took note of a thin layer of green energy that coated his skin when Soora pulled her hands away. Solas looked back down at Andruil to see she had disappeared. He took a quick look around before running after Falon'Din and Soora.

Dorian slammed the door shut after the last of them ran through. Forming a wall of ice on their side to stop the door from opening. Cassandra panted, hunched over with her hands on her knees. Sera looked around the dark room. Her fingers, shakily, skimmed against the wall looking for another torch. Varric was leaning against a wall, holding Bianca in his hand as he slowed his breathing. Dorian walked away from the door, creating a small fire in his hand to look around the room. He clipped his staff to his back and walked over to Sera who had found a torch.

"Thanks." He sighed and lit it, moving back over to Cassandra and Varric. Sera followed silently behind him, gripping tightly onto the torch. Cassandra growled and pulled her shield off her back, leaning it agains the wall.

"This is aggravating. Why the hell is this our problem?" Cassandra leaned against the wall, sliding down until she was on the floor.

"We're helping our friends." Varric set Bianca against the wall, moving around the room to find an exit.

"I didn't ask to be a part of this!" Cassandra yelled, her shoulders shaking.

"H-Hey!" Sera glared at Cassandra, "You coulda' said no. You didn't have to come."

"Fighting isn't going to help us figure out how to deal with...whatever the hell is following us." Dorian rests a hand on Sera's shoulder, "Lets just get our heads straight and figure out what to do next."

"Hey," Varric called from further into the room, "Yo-You should take a look at this."

Soora had been thrown through the outer wall of the temple, leading the fight outside. Solas soon thrown after her as she placed a barrier over him to help his fall.

"Where the hell is Flemeth?" Soora yelled at Solas, quickly standing to create a wall of ice to block another attack from Falon'Din.

"How should I know?" Solas yelled back, jumping onto then over the ice to send out a wave of fire from his staff. Falon'Din flipped back, shoving his staff towards Solas. Roots shoot out from under the ground, grabbing him in midair and crashing him down against the earth. Soora saw Solas struggle to get up, the roots quickly tying themselves around him, before he fell unconscious.

"Shit." Soora huffed and leaned her palm against the ice, pushing enough mana into it create a cocoon around her. "I need a plan." She could hear Falon'Din laughing outside and could see his silhouette circling around the ice.

"Come out and play, Ittee. You were so into it a little while ago." Falon'Din chuckled, tapping his knuckle against the ice. Soora could see his glowing orange eyes, even through the ice. She started understanding why her companions found her eyes creepy at night, nocturnal eyes weren't as pretty as she thought. Soora raked her brain for a plan. Any plan. No plan was stupid right now.

Dragon? She looked down at her hands before looking back towards Falon'Din, who tapped on the glass again.

"You're taking the fun out of killing you."

Soora shook her head, she already used up too much mana. Soora felt around her robes, looking for a lyrium flask but finding only a bottle of smoke. An idea popped into Soora's head, pulling out the amulet her and Fen'Harel made in Arlathan from under her robes. Soora smirked and placed the bottle back in her belt. I can do this.

Soora waited till Falon'Din stopped walking around the ice, seeing him close his eyes and shake his head she took advantage of the situation. Soora kicked her foot out, the ice breaking off from the rest of the cocoon to blast Falon'Din away from the ice. She quickly ran out of the cocoon towards Solas, skidding next to him and burning off the last of the roots. Falon'Din groaned and pushed a large piece of ice off himself, rubbing his head as he sat up. Soora moved quickly, healed most of the wounds from the thorny roots before Falon'Din starting running towards them. Soora pulled Solas over her shoulder and took out the bottle of smoke, smashing it against the ground. The smoke covered more then she expected and gave her enough time to flee without Falon'Din following.

Falon'Din started coughing, pushing the smoke away from his face with one hand as he covered his mouth and nose with the other. Soora and Solas were gone by time all the smoke was gone, leaving Falon'Din alone and annoyed.

"Traako." Falon'Din cursed, placing his hands on his hips and kicking a piece of ice away. "Andruil's gonna eat my arse out."

The hidden room Varric had found was circular ten figures, five male elves and five female elves, moved around on the wall. Words were written over their heads and followed them as they followed each other in a line. Cassandra noticed how one of the figured looked like Solas, younger, tanner and with dreaded hair. The others didn't look familiar.

"What the..?" Varric watched the paints move, getting chills on the back of his neck. "This must be those paints that Soora spoke of."

"They are magnificent." Cassandra hid her awe, quickly asking Dorian a question, "Dorian, you said before you knew some elven words. Can you translate this?"

"I know how to speak it, yes. Not read it." Dorian walked up next to her, his chin in between his fingers as he stared curiously at the moving paintings. The paintings suddenly stopped moving, the words above their heads starting to glow different colors. The one that stood above, who they assume was Solas, glowed white.

"These must be the elven Gods." Varric murmured, "How many are there again?"

"Nine." Dorian commented, looking at each painting. "I'm guessing the male holding a severed head is Elgar'nan. The female next to him must be Mythal. The next five her children, Andruil, Falon'Din, Sylaise, Dirthamen and June. She must be Ghilan'nain, the male next to her Fen'Harel...but who is this other figure? Is there another God?"

"Shite…" Sera gaped at a female elf as her left hand started to glow green. The letters above her head started to glow green.

"Is that..?" Dorian walked up behind Sera, bring his palm up to the painting to see her face.

"No." Sera shook her head, "It...can't be. Quizzy...isn't..."

"A God?" Dorian finished for her, his arms crossed as he walked up behind them. "She could be. Corypheus was going to use the mark to become a God."

"Soora would not use the anchor that foolishly." Cassandra glared at Dorian, "She has been through hell and back. She would not-"

"Are you sure?" Dorian asked.

"Quizzy wouldn't do that!" Sera slapped Dorian's arm, "She isn't like the others!"

"Even if she did," Varric cleared his throat, "These painting were made thousands of years ago. There is no way this could be Soora."

"She claimed to be in Arlathan." Dorian shrugged, "Maybe they saw her? The ancient elves. She didn't have her tattoo's and none of the God's in these paintings have tattoo's either."

"I want to know why this is all the way out here. What sort of temple is this?" Cassandra furrowed her brow, "This is days away from civilization but also in the Sunless Lands. No one has ventured here in centuries." There was a long pause as everyone stared up at the paintings.

"Or so we thought." Varric said what everyone was thinking.

Soora was forced out of the portal, Solas' unconscious body landing on top of her. Soora grunted and pushed Solas off of her, sitting up. Soora got on all fours, panting and looking up at the portal as it closed behind her. She sighed in relief before turning her head to look at Solas. His shirt had been torn from the roots, dried blood stained his clothes in area's where the roots broke open his skin. Soora pushed herself up, looking at her surroundings. They were in a building, large openings, which Soora assumed were windows, were covering the wall adjacent from the door. From what Soora could tell they were still in the Sunless Lands, the fog still stood in the air but the sun shinning through the windows, lighting up where they were. Soora hugged herself as wind blew against her.

"I should have figured out where to send us first." Soora shivered, walking towards one of the windows. Soora placed a hand on the side of the window, staring out at the landscape. They were in a castle, ruined and abandoned. The land under them, blurred and dark from the fog. Soora moved back over to Solas, looking down at the wound on his chest. She sat down next to him and removed his long sleeved shirt first then his green turtleneck. Soora looked down at her hands, a faint glow of healing magic tickling her skin as she started to heal Solas' wounds. Once done she put Solas' shirts back on than moved him further into the building, away from the cold. Soora kicked the door open behind her and pulled Solas through, leaning him against the wall and closing the door. Soora wiped some sweat off her brow and looked around the room. It was a library with a few wisps floating around.

"Creators." Soora breathed out, somewhat relieved to see other spirits. They ignored Soora and Solas' presence, floating around and through walls. A spiral staircase stood in the middle of the circular room, light shown through the castle, from an opening at the top of the stairs. Six large pillars stood around it, holding up the foundation. Torches leaned against the pillars, the book cases pushed against the wall, all the books covered in dust and cobwebs. Soora moved next to Solas and sat down, moving his head to rest on her lap as she tried to wake him with what little mana she had left to heal with.

"Come on, vhenan." Soora whispered, brushed her fingers across Solas' forehead, "Wake up."

Solas started to awaken, a small groan escaping his lips. His vision was blurry when he finally opened his eyes, sitting up to rub his temple a mumbled, "Where...Where are we?"

Soora sighed, feeling the adrenaline leaving her body she felt tired, "I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me."

Solas moved to lean against the wall, staring at the wisps that floated around and trying to make sense of what happened.

"Soora-"

"He didn't follow us," Soora leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes. "I'm positive that neither Andruil or Falon'Din followed us."

"Vhenan, you're bleeding." Solas took her right hand, moving the arm in front of him. A small laughed escaped Soora's lips, "I've dealt with worse. I'll be fine. Save your mana, we still need to find out where we are."

Solas frowned and placed a hand over the cut, his magic healing the wound. Soora grunted in disapproval, trying to pull her arm away. "What happened? How did you get us here?" Solas asked, intertwining his fingers with Soora's.

Soora tugged the amulet out from under her shirt, "I used this-"

"Soora!"

"And before you bitch at me, I didn't have a choice. I was all out of idea's." Soora pulled her hand out of Solas' and tucked the amulet back under her robes.

"You have no idea where we are?" Solas leaned his head back against the wall, turning his head to look at Soora.

"Sorry," Soora shrugged and pulled her knees up, leaning the sides of her elbows on them, "All I thought about was safety. I didn't think about where said safety would be...I just needed to get away from him."

Solas tilted his head off the wall, seeing Soora's shoulders start to shake, "Soora, what did he-"

"We should find out where we are," Soora pushed herself off the ground, offering Solas a hand, "You okay to walk?"

Solas nodded, taking Soora's hand.