After the meeting with Urthemiel, Sereda layed on the cold stone floor of her windowless, inescapable cell. Slowly, Sereda sank into a deep sleep full of despair and depression…
Sereda woke. It was dark and the cell was even colder than usual.
A deep growling erupted outside the cell, cutting through the eerie silence like a knife through butter.
A clang of weapons, then… silence.
Sereda stood up, prepared for anything.
The door was blown off of its hinges, flying into the wall, barely missing Sereda. The dust settled and the source of the growling was revealed: a huge wolf.
There was a burst of light and the wolf had turned into Morrigan. For some reason, Sereda wasn't surprised.
"We need to leave now," Morrigan said, not bothering to greet her old friend. "My daughter could be coming back even now."
"Where are we?" Sereda demanded.
"We are far south in the Korcari Wilds, but we should be able to cover a lot of land tonight if you will ride me."
"Where is Urthemiel?"
"She has gone to oversee the mining for Lusacan, but not for long."
Sereda nodded. There would be time for questions later, now they had to get away.
Morrigan took the lead, manoeuvring through the corridors of the castle, if that was what it was, Sereda tagging behind.
When they finally burst into the eerily bright moonlight Morrigan shifted into a huge eagle and Sereda jumped onto her back.
Morrigan took off, flying between the peaks of some mountains that were scattered over the landscape.
After a while, Sereda fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in Denerim, Alistair was preparing to go to bed when he received an urgent message from Weisshaupt.
A young Anders Warden rode through the gates of the Royal Palace to find Alistair and Anora waiting.
"Milord!" the Warden cried, handing the King a scroll. "I have a message from the First Warden!"
Alistair unravelled the parchment. He quickly read the letter.
King Alistair,
The worst has happened. The Chantry have declared war on the Wardens and they are keeping your Warden Commander hostage. Most nations have taken sides. The Anderfels are supporting the Wardens. Orlais support the Chantry. Tevinter support the Wardens. Nevarra support the Chantry. Antiva support the Wardens. It seems the Free Marches will unite under our banner, but it is not certain yet. Rivain support the Chantry. It is unknown whether the Qunari (Seheron and Par Vollen) will help in this war. I trust Ferelden will side with the Wardens. If so send back the messenger alive and have all Chantrys destroyed and kill the priests. If not, the messenger has strict orders to kill you.
Your Superior,
The First Warden
"We are siding with the Wardens." Anora said. "I will get my father to oversee the purging of the Chantrys. You, my husband, must lead Ferelden's forces to war."
Now she addressed the Warden messenger. "Is there a specific place where the forces of the Wardens are meeting?"
"I believe we are meeting in Minrathous, as it is a defensive position and is central so it will be easy to manoeuvre our forces."
"I'll send out the call to war right now, we should be able to march within two days." Alistair said, sprinting of in the direction of Fort Drakon.
The Warden Messenger rode off into the night, towards the war brewing in the West.