There journey took them from the end of the Brecilian passage all the way back on the road near a place called Lothering, only in dreams she had seen so many people in one place together.

People did gasp and stare at her and all the Templar's. She new that her entourage just screamed apostate, feeling oddly ashamed she hid her head in the cart and hummed to herself. Cullen looked behind every once in a while and gave her a sympathetic look. She knew very well what people generally thought of Mages, but she wasn't a bad person...

Lothering wasn't very big so the humiliation didn't last long. The trip was not particularly long either, there were going at a rather quick pace and never once stopped.

A Templar named Bran rode in the back of the wagon with her, they didn't talk directly, but she listened intently on the Templar's converse with each other.

But the most interesting part for her was seeing Ferelden. She'd never left too far away from her home, and it was breath taking. Everything seemed a bit clearer, she'd never imagined that leaving her shelter would expose such beauty.

Even so she couldn't help but still be frightened, so many horrible stories had been told to her about the Templar's, thought she seemed to doubt them more every minute of the journey. That and she missed her home, her Mother, Manic, everything. Being around something so familiar for so long, it hurts when your away from it.

It was very late and a crescent moon had peaked out its head, she was also really hungry but she hadn't breathed a word to any of the Templar's since they left, and she didn't intend to talk to them anyway.

Bran had fallen asleep. It would take a minute for the other Templar's to get off their horses to buy her time , she could make a break for it. But , seriously, where would I go? I don't know where we are right now, and they'd catch me eventually, She thought. OH SOD IT, I'm going to sleep. She kicked over Bran's foot and he grunted.

She made herself as comfortable as she could, the bumpy road wasn't helping but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and thought of home, imagined she was in her bed. It took her quite a while, but eventually she fell into slumber.

Horrid nightmares poisoned her mind, that this "Tower" was a torture facility for mages. Left and right were screams and corpses. Thankfully she was woken abruptly by someone tugging on her shoulder. "What now?" she said sleepily, not even opening her eyes.

"Sorry , we're at the Tower and we need to Ferry Across the Lake." She could tell by the voice that it was Cullen. "Ugh, fine I'm going." she opened her eyes, it was still dark, probably very early in the morning.

Once she started moving she realized how stiff her muscles were, but she managed to get out of the cart and stretch. She had to admit, the lake was breath-taking. But the incredibly large tower loomed over it, giving her an unwelcome feeling.

The sweaty palms and increased heart-rate washed back over her , she'd gulped in her dry throat, but did her best not to show her fear to her captors.

"So, there's my cage." she stated to the oblivious looking Cullen. "I-sorry what ?" "Heh , never mind." She always deflected fear with humor, she coped better that way.

She walked to the ever so small dock where Caroll, Bran and the other Templar's were waiting. "So, finally decided to grace us with your presence Sleeping Beauty?" Caroll said to her as she walked over, Cullen close behind.

"Shut you mouth, I didn't take that long." she snapped at the snickering Templar. "Actually ..." Cullen began "It took me a while to get you up, you kept moaning in your sleep."

"Oh, I was having a uh .. bad dream." Cullen nodded and Caroll continued. "Oh dear, bad dreams about the Circle?" he mocked in a poor attempt of a toddlers voice.

She grinned, "Hey Caroll, there's a spider on you leg." "WHAT? WHERE!" he jumped with one foot in the air and tripped over his own foot and off the side of the dock. The water wasn't very deep, but nevertheless the Templar didn't look impressed, his boots filling up with water.

Bran and the others laughed and pointed, and she turned slightly to see Cullen snickering into his gauntlet. Bran took a step towards her, still laughing, "HAHA, I like this one!" and he held up his hand for a high-five, she grinned wickedly at Caroll and feeling slightly accomplished, she returned the favor to Bran.