WARNING: This chapter contains some disturbing scenes
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Varric hadn't been in bed for long when he heard a light knocking on his bedroom door. He knew who it was immediately; only one person on this ship was that gentle when asking for permission to enter his stateroom.
"Come in, Daisy," he said, sitting up in the bed and tucking his covers around his waist. The door slowly opened and Merrill entered, a guilty look on her face.
The dwarf smiled as his elven companion moved to a nearby couch and sat down. "What have you done now?" he asked jovially. "You look as though you stole Anders' chamber pot from his room. A move I wouldn't suggest, by the way, as he is still losing every bite of food he takes in."
Merrill smiled softly, though she still stared at her hands. "Varric," she began quietly, "I have been thinking about something I might be able to do for Alexa, but I need you to keep it between us for the time being."
He sat straighter, her admission piquing his curiosity. "You know I would never reveal your secrets, Daisy," he replied quietly. "Though I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to share an idea that would aid Hawke with the rest of our party."
"Well," she began, rising from the chair and pacing the floor of his room nervously, "I think you should hear the plan and then you can decide for yourself."
"Alright," Varric replied, his internal warning bells beginning to chime.
"You see," Merrill explained as she examine the contents of a nearby bookcase, "it is possible for a mage to enter the Fade and travel into another's dreams. You should remember this from the situation we had with Feynriel in the Alienage. I think, under the right circumstances, I can do the same."
"This is wonderful!" Varric said, jumping from his bed and grabbing a nearby pair of breeches. "This could be just what we need. Now we can contact Hawke and make sure she is alright. You are brilliant, Daisy!" His broad smile diminished as he saw the look of fear on Merrill's face.
"Okay," he continued, sighing heavily as he sat back down on the bed, "what's the bad news?"
Merrill shrugged, chewing gently on her bottom lip. "A ritual would need to be performed to enable me to enter the Fade after Hawke," she explained, "and it will require me to use blood magic."
"Ahh," Varric replied, nodding slowly. "And this is why you don't want anyone else to know. Most of our group won't be pleased to know that you are performing blood magic, even if it is to help Hawke."
"So, what do you suggest I do, Varric?" she asked quietly. "I know this will work, and I think we need to get in touch with Alexa, no matter the method used."
Varric leaned back in his bed, contemplating their situation. After a few minutes, he rose and approached Merrill, taking her hands in his. "I say we follow your heart, Daisy," he said, smiling warmly at her. "If you think this is best, then I am with you all the way. You go and get prepared for your ritual, and I will get Isabela. She won't mind that you are using blood magic, and you should have at least two of us with you, in case something goes wrong." He didn't need to clarify what he meant by his final statement. Merrill understood and agreed.
"Thank you for believing in me, Varric," she said, hugging him tightly before turning and rushing from the room.
"This is gonna come back to bite me in the ass," Varric mumbled aloud. "I just know it."
o~~~~~~~~o
Alexa sat in her room, staring out the window into the darkness of the deserted street. She was due to meet Denarius for dinner, but she wasn't sure that she had the strength to do it.
Though she exhibited no signs of duress in front of Denarius and his men, the fight in the alley greatly disquieted her. The instant the restraints were removed from her wrists, she'd felt an overwhelming desire to hurl the fireball in her hands directly at the Magister's head. Why, if he was trying to aid her in capturing the murderer of her mother, would every instinct in her body demand that she attack him?
There were two possibilities to explain the urge, and each was terrifying in its own way. The first was that her initial feelings about Denarius were true, and he was a monster who tortured and enslaved the man Alexa knew she had loved. Still, she couldn't imagine how that could possibly be the case. Only an insane man would remove the only thing keeping his enemy from decimating him. If Denarius were indeed lying to her, he would never have given her free reign over her powers. Besides, her memories regarding her mother's death were crystal clear – weren't they?
Such doubts brought her thoughts back to Fenris. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't entirely believe that the man she had fallen in love with would kill her mother. Fenris was so caring and tender with her; even after they had gone their separate ways following their night together. Though the proof was all around her, even in her own mind, she still held a glimmer of hope that it was all some terrible mistake.
The second possibility was far more terrifying to Alexa than the first. If Denarius was her enemy, she would simply kill him and return to those who loved her in Kirkwall. But what if he was telling her the truth? If he was indeed the paragon of virtue that he claimed to be, what kind of monster had she become that she would wish to hurt him?
Denarius had explained to Alexa the injuries she'd sustained in her fall during the attempt to rescue her mother. According to the details he had received from Aveline when they brought her to him, she had landed on the hard floor; her head striking the edge of the altar that held her mother's body. Denarius said she had sustained quite a bit of damage to the back of her skull, and it took several hours to stabilize her condition. Alexa knew enough of the healing arts to recognize the truth in his assessment.
As such, it was possible that her recent acts of violence were tied to the fall. It was a documented fact that head injuries could lead to severe personality changes. She had seen the proof for herself when she was helping tend to those injured in the battle with the qunari. Many of the templars exhibited erratic behavior; often attacking their caregivers for no known reason. If such was the case with her own fall, it might be best if the bracelets were once again affixed to her wrists; at least until she had been judged safe once more. She didn't think she could stand it if she lost control and harmed any more innocents as she had Lavenar and Elenia.
The moment she thought of once again chaining her powers, Alexa's whole body began to shake uncontrollably and her breathing turned to desperate gasps. What in the Maker's name is wrong with me? she thought as she clutched the arms of her chair. For the next several minutes she sat, trying to regain control of her emotions.
Alexa had amazing instincts when it came to sensing danger, and that ability had saved her party on more than one occasion. That internal warning signal was ringing loud and clear as she thought of controlling her magic. She knew, though she wasn't sure how or why, that she couldn't allow the golden bracelets to be placed on her arms again. Until she knew for certain what Denarius' true motives were, and what facts she could indeed believe, she would play along; if only to insure her own freedom.
A light rapping sounded from the hallway and she rose, cautiously approaching her door. Denarius had two men posted in the hallway – for her protection, he claimed – and she was certain they wouldn't allow anyone dangerous near her. Still, it never hurt to be safe; given the recent attack on their party.
"Who is it?" she asked, surprised by how shaky her voice sounded. She obviously hadn't recovered yet from the 'magical restraint' panic.
"It's Vernon, Miss, the proprietor of the Lion's Claw," a quiet male voice called from the other side of the door. "I have the water for your bath."
Alexa opened the door and the elderly man entered, accompanied by a barmaid. Both were carrying steaming pails of water, which they quickly poured into the stone tub positioned in the corner of the room. The young woman took the empty pails and headed into the hallway, leaving Alexa alone with Vernon. Stepping toward her, he held out a large parcel for her to take. "This came for you not long ago, Miss," he said kindly. "It is from the tailor in the marketplace. Magister Denarius asked that it be brought to you as soon as it arrived." Bowing respectfully, he turned and exited the room.
Alexa placed the parcel on her bed and undressed, slipping into the hot water to wash away the grime from the battle. As she submerged her head in the soothing warmth, her thoughts were of the handsome elf that had stolen her heart and destroyed her life. Fenris, if this is all a horrible dream, please wake me up…
o~~~~~~~~o
Varric knocked softly on Merrill's stateroom door before entering. She was seated at a small table, a bowl of foul-smelling liquid before her. He and Isabela walked in and quietly closed the door behind them. The last thing any of them needed was unwanted company.
"Are you certain you want to do this, Kitten?" Isabela asked, sitting across from the mage and wrinkling her nose at the pungent odor. "I know you want to help Alexa, but she wouldn't want you to put yourself in danger on her behalf."
"I know that, Isabela," Merrill replied, "and that is exactly why I must do this. Alexa would rush headlong into danger for any of us, and she has on several occasions. She has always been there for me, even when I know she didn't approve of what I was doing; and I owe her no less than the same amount of respect. This is one way I can repay her - by doing what I am best at - and it's my duty to do so."
"Daisy," Varric said, a broad smile on his face, "I don't think I've ever seen you like this. I am so proud. So, what do we need to do to help you get ready?"
Merrill indicated the bowl before speaking. "You don't have to do anything at all, Varric, though I appreciate the offer," she said. "I have prepared a potion which will aid me in my journey. I will take it and then lie down on the bed. It is important that you and Isabela stay back from the bed until I am completely under. It will not be safe for you as I am performing the ritual."
"Oh, Merrill," Isabela said, her face showing the deep concern she felt.
The elven mage shook her head, placing a hand on the pirate queen's arm. "It's not dangerous for me, Isabela," she said quietly. "So do not worry. Just remember to watch for anything 'unusual' once I am under."
You mean strike you down if you become a monster, Varric thought, and a shudder washed over him. He nodded silently, trying not to show the fear he now felt. Suddenly he wished Anders were here, as the renegade mage would know the signs of possession better than he and Isabela would.
"It's time," Merrill said, rising from the table and taking the bowl in her hands. She placed it on her bedside table and slipped onto the mattress. "Wish me luck." She uncorked a small vial filled with a swirling amber liquid and laid back on the bed, drinking it all in one gulp.
Isabela shivered as Merrill drew a thin dagger from her robes and ran it over her hand. As the blood began to seep from the wound, she held it over the bowl; allowing several drops to fall and mix with the murky fluid. A thin red mist rose from the bowl and slowly encompassed the bed and its occupant.
"Andraste's tits," Isabela whispered as she watched the crimson cloud grow thicker and begin to swirl around the bed. She could hear a soft chanting from within the fog. It never rose above a whisper, yet the pirate could feel the intensity of the power in the room. A blue flash of light spread out from the bed and Merrill cried out - then all was silence. The blood that had enveloped her was gone and the elven mage lay on the bed, deeply asleep.
"Well, nothing to do but wait," Varric said, sighing heavily. He and Isabela returned to the table, taking seats on opposite sides. They shared a fearful glance as they began their silent vigil.
o~~~~~~~~o
Alexa snuggled under the covers in her bed, exhaustion creeping into her limbs. Denarius had the inn baker prepare exotic meats he had brought from Minrathous for their meal, and it was delicious.
She had to wonder if the Magister even tasted the food, as his attention seemed to be riveted to the lavender silk gown she wore – the one he purchased for her when they arrived in Denerim. The soft material flowed perfectly around her petite form, and the neckline plunged between her breasts.
During the meal, Alexa thanked him kindly for the gown, as well as the rather revealing Tevinter robes he had procured for her for their trip. "No need to thank me, Alexa," he said softly, taking her hand in his and placing a soft kiss on her fingertips. "The pleasure is all mine." As he spoke, his eyes never left hers, and there was no denying the desire burning in the clear hazel orbs. Though she knew it should feel wrong, something in her stomach fluttered at his open need for her.
Denarius escorted her to her room before retiring for the night, and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well, Milady," he said, a wry smile on his face. "We leave Denerim in the morning and have a long journey ahead." Bowing politely, he turned and walked toward his room, gazing back at her one last time before disappearing through the doorway.
Shaking her head to clear the disquieting thoughts from her mind, Alexa slid deeper into the bed. I can't deal with this now, she thought irritably. Her main concern should be locating and bringing to justice the man who murdered her mother, not slipping into bed with a near-stranger that she didn't even know that she could trust. She knew it was probably a reaction to the many years of being alone, but the longer she stayed with Denarius, the more tempting his advances became.
Maker, help me, she prayed; slipping into a fitful sleep.
o~~~~~~~~o
Merrill wandered through the mists of the Fade, concentrating her energy on locating the woman who was her closest friend. Her physical hand was clutching the Dalish ring Alexa had given her many years before, and she was using its energy to help track the Champion's essence in her dreams.
After travelling for what seemed like hours, the fog before Merrill cleared and she found herself standing in an open field; staring at a farmhouse. She had seen so many like it while traveling through Ferelden, but there was something special about this particular location. It radiated a spectral energy, and Merrill knew she was now in Alexa's dreams.
The front door opened and Alexa stepped out, wearing a simple peasant blouse and a pair of dusty breeches. "No, Carver, I won't spar with you again this afternoon," she said, stepping down the stairs and whistling loudly. Moments later, Dane appeared; racing to his master's side and accepting the bowl of stew she offered. "You always get so angry when I win."
Carver followed her into the front yard, his usual stoic expression on his face. "That's because you always resort to your magic!" he replied irritably. "If you would stick with your daggers, we would be equal!"
"No, we wouldn't, and you know it!" Alexa retorted. "You would have the upper hand and that's the only reason you want to use martial weapons. Why don't you head into town and see if Albert is available?"
The farmhouse door swung open once again and Merrill smiled as she saw Leandra step onto the porch, carrying a large tray of food. A man the mage didn't recognize followed her out, helping her down the stairs. By the way he carried himself and his dark hair and eyes, she assumed this was Alexa's father. Last to appear was a young woman, her dark eyes scanning the surrounding area with obvious fear.
That must be Bethany, Merrill thought. Alexa often told her how skittish her sister was; always concerned that that templars would arrive at the door to take her and Alexa away. The elven mage suddenly felt uncomfortable for spying on a time when the Champion had been happy. She knew these memories would be precious to Alexa, and she allowed the dream to continue for quite a while before deciding to make her presence known.
Finally, she strolled toward the house and opened her mouth to call to her friend. However, as soon as she began to speak, she found herself trapped behind an invisible barrier; no longer able to proceed toward the happy family.
What is this? she thought as she placed her hands on the magical wall that blocked her way. She had travelled the paths of the Fade many times before, and never encountered any obstructions. Something was horribly wrong, and she felt a desperate need to reach Alexa and protect her.
Nothing she tried would break the magical resistance and let her continue on, however. She screamed Alexa's name as loud as she could, and the young woman seated at the wooden table never looked her way. Every spell she threw at the barrier bounced off without phasing it at all. Exhausted and shaken, the mage stepped back and tried to evaluate her options.
Almost instantly, she realized what was happening and her hand flew to her mouth. I'm not alone here, she thought fearfully. Someone else is here, and they are keeping me from her.
"Who are you?" she cried, turning slowly in a circle; searching the lands for the culprit. "What do you want with Alexa?"
"I seek to protect her," a quiet voice replied, "while you harbor the one who caused her so much pain. Well you won't be allowed to endanger Alexa ever again. I will see to it. Now, be gone from here and never return! This is your only warning."
Merrill sat bolt upright in the bed, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. "Varric!" she cried, her breath escaping in loud gasps.
"Daisy, what is it?" he replied as he rushed to her side and place his hands on her arms. "Ancestors! You are shaking like a leaf. What happened?"
She breathed deeply several times before she answered him. "Wake the others, Varric," she said, clutching onto his shirt with both hands. "We have a problem…"
o~~~~~~~~o
Feynriel's eyes slowly opened and he rose from the bed, grabbing a nightshirt and a pair of breeches. He had been tasked by his master with watching over Alexa as she slept. Denarius was certain that her former companions would attempt to contact her in the Fade, and he had been correct; as always.
The young elf took great pleasure in guarding Alexa's dreams. It gave him an opportunity to stay close to the Champion and to learn more about her. He had watched her interact with her family and with her former companions. He had even been privy to more 'personal' fantasies; and those he enjoyed immensely. On a few occasions, he had even thought of becoming a more active participant; but he would never disrespect Alexa that way. If he were to ever gain her affection, it wouldn't be by abusing his abilities.
Exiting his room, he made his way down the hall. He approached Captain Agies, who was standing guard outside the Magister's door. "I need to see Master Denarius immediately," he said quietly.
"Now?" Agies replied, shaking his head in confusion. "It's the middle of the night." The captain wasn't fond of his master's apprentice. He knew about the elf's abilities, and it made him nervous. It was his duty to guard his master, but there was no way to protect him should Feynriel decide to attack. That fact kept him on alert where the young mage was concerned.
"It's regarding Mistress Hawke," he said, and Agies snapped to attention. Where the Champion was concerned, there was never a time too late to wake the Magister. He nodded, rapping lightly on his master's door.
Several minutes later the door opened and Denarius stuck his head out, glaring at the two anxious men. "I assume this is important, Feynriel," he said, his eyebrow raised expectantly.
"Yes, Master," the elf replied. "There has been a complication. Mistress Hawke is in grave danger." Denarius pulled him into the room and shut the door quickly behind them. Agies returned his attention to the hallway, though he edged closer to the Champion's room; in case he was needed.
Denarius ushered Feynriel toward the nearby table and motioned for him to take a seat. "Tell me everything," he said quickly.
"It was the blood mage, Master," the elf replied. "I was guarding over Mistress Hawke as you requested when she appeared inside her dream. She was obviously attempting to make contact with her."
"I assume you handled it?" Denarius asked, his tone cold. If Feynriel allowed the elf to get to Alexa, he would pay for it dearly.
Nodding vigorously, Feynriel replied, "Of course, Master. I blocked her path to Mistress Hawke and then forced her out of the dream." He paused a moment before continuing. "Once I put the barrier in place, she realized I was there. She even tried to confront me. I have no doubt that they will try again, and soon."
Denarius sat quietly for a moment, contemplating his next move. If the blood mage told her companions about the barrier to Alexa, Fenris was sure to want to attempt a rescue on his own. If that happened…
A wicked smile curved his lips as Denarius formulated a plan. "You have done an amazing job guarding Mistress Hawke," he said, placing a hand on the elf's shoulder. "However, I think the time has come for me to take a more active role in her protection. Tomorrow evening, when we make camp on the road, you will send me into the Fade to watch over her."
"Master, I don't think that's necessary," Feynriel said carefully. "I had no trouble sending the blood mage away tonight, and I wouldn't wish to see you hurt." There was yet one more reason the elf wished to keep Denarius from Alexa's dreams. He had grown rather protective of his time with the Champion, and he didn't wish to see anyone, the Magister included, take his place as her guardian.
"Though I appreciate your concern, Feynriel," Denarius said, trying to keep his anger in check, "their next attack on the Champion will no doubt be stronger, and there is a definite possibility that Fenris will demand to see her."
"The elf?" Feynriel asked, his concern for Alexa growing. "Her former friends would be that cruel to her?"
Denarius nodded slowly. "We cannot put anything past these people, Feynriel," he said sadly. "They have already allowed a known murderer to escape justice, so we know that they don't care if they harm Alexa. We must remain vigilant so that when we finally do meet them, we will have the upper hand. Until Mistress Hawke is prepared, she cannot be exposed to them. For that reason, I will be the one to deal with the next attack."
"Of course, Master," Feynriel said, trying not to show the disappointment in his voice. "Please remember that I will be unable to see what is occurring once I open the Fade to you."
"That won't be a problem," Denarius replied as he led his apprentice to the door. In fact, I am counting on it, he added silently. He had no desire for the elf to be a witness to the plans he had for Alexa and his former slave, should he choose to show himself.
o~~~~~~~~o
Varric, Isabela and Merrill entered the dining hall of the Eternal Majesty to find their companions all in attendance, though none seemed pleased to have been disturbed in the middle of the night. Isabela kept her hand on Merrill's arm to steady her. The trip through the Fade had taken an immense physical toll on the mage, and she was moving rather unsteadily. All attempts to get the elf to reveal what had occurred in Alexa's dream failed; and the pirate grew more concerned about both Merrill and Alexa with each moment that passed.
"I trust there is a good reason for pulling us from our beds this late," Anders complained, his face finally beginning to show signs of life. "I was having my first decent night's rest since we stepped on board this bloody vessel."
Varric's expression was grim as he addressed the party. "Earlier this evening, Merrill came to me with an idea on how to communicate with Alexa," he began. "Isabela and I agreed to assist her and by journeying through the Fade, she came in contact with our missing Champion. I will let her tell the rest, as I am not sure what she found, myself."
"Wait," Anders said, sitting forward in his seat and staring at Merrill. "You found Alexa in the Fade? A process such as that would require a great deal of lyrium, or…" His voice faded away as he rose, shaking his head angrily at her. "You used blood magic! Maker, Merrill, don't we have enough problems without you risking our lives by having 'playtime' with your demon?"
In an unprecedented move, Merrill rose from the table and stomped toward Anders; stabbing him in the chest with her finger. "You listen to me, Anders!" she shouted angrily. "I have been the object of your anger and ridicule since the day we first met. You, who took a wonderful spirit and twisted him until he no longer resembles the benevolent being he once was, would DARE to preach to me about my magic?"
Turning, her angry gaze fell on Sebastian and then Fenris. "And you had both better hold your tongues, as well!" she continued, bringing shocked looks from both men. "I am well aware of your disdain for who I am and what I have done, but have either of you gotten as close as I have to Alexa to help her? NO! And you won't, either, because neither of you is willing to do what is necessary to save her!"
"Well, I will do what is necessary!" she spat, turning back to Anders. "And I will do it my way, as you don't have the power! And, just so you know, if I hadn't used my blood magic this evening, we wouldn't have the faintest idea of the horrible thing that Denarius is doing to Alexa!"
"Wait – WHAT?" Varric said, stepping forward and turning Merrill toward him. "What did you see, Daisy? What is that bastard doing to Alexa?" He slowly rubbed his hands down her arms, soothing her anger.
The elven mage smiled softly at Varric and allowed him to lead her back to the table. She breathed deeply several times and then looked up, facing her companions. "I entered Alexa's dreams tonight using a blood magic ritual," she said, her voice resuming its normally calm tone. "When I found her, she was dreaming of a time in Lothering with her family. It was beautiful."
Looking around the room, she saw the wistful expressions on Fenris and Sebastian's faces and she couldn't help but feel sad for them. "I decided it was time to approach her, to see if I could speak to her and find out where she is and how she is doing," she continued. "That's when I encountered it. As I tried to call to her, I felt an invisible wall rise between myself and her family. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get through it. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening."
"No!" Anders said, drawing the party's attention. "You weren't alone, were you, Merrill? You weren't the only one in Alexa's dream."
"You are exactly right," she agreed, nodding her head slowly. "There was someone else already in her dreams, and that person did not want me to reach her. When I confronted the other, it told me that it was there protecting her from me and the others that would seek to harm her. The voice threatened me and then, before I could even begin to defend myself, it forced me from her dream."
"So, this other person, whoever it is," Fenris said quietly, "is not only powerful enough to enter her dreams, but it is strong enough to force you out? It has to be Denarius!"
Merrill shook her head and stood up, pacing the floor. "I don't think so, Fenris," she said, her brow furrowed. "I could be wrong, but I didn't feel malevolence from the other. It was more like deep concern or protectiveness. I would think I would have felt the cruelty of your former master, even through the Fade."
As the elf opened his mouth to respond, she held up her hand. For the first time since she had met Fenris, he followed an instruction from her and allowed her to continue. "Not that this excuses the behavior, don't get me wrong. It is a problem, and a very big one," she explained. "If someone this powerful has gained entry into Alexa's dreams, they can do unimaginable damage. We all saw that with Feynriel..."
Merrill's mouth opened wide and she glanced at Anders. "Didn't Alexa tell us that Feynriel went to Tevinter?" she asked, fear filling her eyes. "What if he is the one haunting her dreams? If Denarius has someone as powerful as Feynriel under his control, there is no end to what he could do to Alexa."
"That would explain the protectiveness you felt from the other," Anders said thoughtfully. "He owed Alexa so much, and I don't believe he'd want to hurt her."
"But why would he think Merrill would harm her?" Sebastian asked. "After all, she was with Alexa when he was rescued from the slavers. He has to know they are friends."
"Denarius," Fenris said. "If my former master somehow managed to get his hands on the boy, it would be easy for that scheming bastard to convince him of our 'evil intentions' toward Alexa. The poor fool probably thinks he is doing her a great service by keeping her from us."
"Well, then we just need to go back in and try to convince whoever this is, whether the elven boy or not, that we aren't a danger, correct?" Isabela suggested. "Sounds simple enough, right?" She smiled softly at Merrill, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Not that I am saying what I witnessed tonight was easy or simple; but if anyone can do it, you can, Merrill."
"No," Fenris said, looking at the two women. "Merrill will not be going back in. I will."
"WHAT!" Sebastian cried, rising from his chair. "I don't think so! You are the last person Alexa needs to see in her dreams! No doubt whoever this person is that is protecting Alexa is doing so to keep you from her!"
"I have had enough of you!" Fenris yelled. He rose from his chair and tackled Sebastian, sending them both over the table and onto the floor. Sebastian landed on top, his fist quickly connecting with the elf's nose.
Fenris' body glowed bright blue and he threw Sebastian off his chest, leaping to his feet and using his superior speed to crash into the prince's stomach. The duo slammed into a nearby wall, splitting several interior boards.
"Stop this!" Varric said, though neither man paid the least bit of attention. "Ancestors! This isn't helping Alexa!"
"No, but it is well past due," Isabela said, placing her hand on the dwarf's shoulder. "Let them get it out. Then we can decide what to do."
Fenris pinned Sebastian against the cracked wall, his hand around his throat. "She will never be yours!" he spat, the fury evident in his eyes. "Never."
"We'll… see about… that," Sebastian choked out. As his vision began to blur, he brought his hands up; slamming them into each of Fenris' temples as hard as he could. The elf's grip faltered and Sebastian slid passed him, using his own weight to shove Fenris face-first into the wall. The prince quickly grabbed Fenris' right arm, wrenching it painfully behind his back. Leaning close, he whispered in the warrior's ear. "Alexa was in my arms, responding to my caresses, the night your monster of a master took her from me. When we find her, I plan to take her as far from you as possible and make her mine. Do not doubt me on this, Fenris, for I mean every word of it."
With a final shove, Sebastian stepped back, his chest heaving from the strain of the fight. Fenris turned, leaning back against the wall; the blue glow fading from his skin. "You can try, Vael, but know that I will fight you every step of the way," he said quietly, staring hatefully into his adversary's eyes. "And I won't lose."
"So, feel better now?" Isabela asked, approaching the two angry men. "I hope so, because we have some planning to do to save the woman you are both so adamant about winning."
"I stand by my earlier statement," Fenris said, wiping the blood from his lip. "I will be the one to enter the Fade after Alexa. I was with her when she went in to save Feynriel; unlike our exiled prince, who refused to risk his everlasting soul to help an innocent elf. If Feynriel is indeed the 'other' you keep mentioning, I should be able to convince him that I only wish to help Alexa."
"I don't think…" Sebastian began, his voice trailing off as Varric stepped toward him; a murderous glint in his eyes.
"I think we have had plenty of your opinion for one night, Choir-Boy," the dwarf began, his voice chillingly calm. "Fenris was correct when he mentioned your previous feelings about the Fade. You refused to join Alexa when she turned to you to help her rescue Feynriel. I don't want Daisy putting herself through the pain I saw tonight anytime soon, and Fenris has stepped up and volunteered. So he will be the one to go in after Alexa. Conversation done." Turning away, he left the room; Merrill, Anders and Fenris following close behind.
"I know this can't be easy for you," Isabela said to Sebastian, stepping to a nearby table and pouring two glasses of ale; presenting him with one. "You had only just begun to win Alexa's heart when she was taken from us, and you can't be happy to see Fenris enter the Fade for her. However, I happen to agree with Varric. If she saw you, she may not believe it; as she knows your feelings on this particular subject. And Fenris does have a strong bond with Alexa, whether you like it or not. That bond may be exactly what we need."
She moved toward the door, turning before she exited the room. "Save your strength for fighting, Sebastian," she said quietly. "Alexa will need that strength when we catch up to the bastard who is using her own mind against her."
o~~~~~~~~o
Denarius' party was camped along the Drakon River the following evening, having made excellent time throughout the day. The soldiers were all gathered around a large bonfire, eating stew and swapping war stories. Only Agies was missing. He had accompanied Alexa and Miriel, her new elven servant, to the river for her evening bath. Alexa tried to insist that she could go alone, especially when she saw how nervous the young woman was in her presence; but the Magister wouldn't hear of it.
Feynriel looked up from the small fire he built outside his tent as the trio returned to camp. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon Alexa. Her wet hair flowed softly around her waist, moving with the evening breeze. The dress she wore was of the deepest blue. As she turned to speak to Agies, Feynriel could see that her back was practically uncovered. He knew Denarius had purchased Alexa's garments for her, and he wasn't sure that he approved of his master's choices; though he couldn't deny their appeal. He rose from his fireside and approached her, a shy smile on his face.
"I trust you had no problems in the woods, Alexa?" he asked, still uncomfortable with using her first name.
"It was just fine, Feynriel. Thank you for asking," she replied. "Will you be joining Denarius and I for dinner?"
Before the elf could respond, Denarius stepped from his tent and spoke up. "Unfortunately, Feynriel has already had his evening meal," he said as he approached Alexa and took her hand, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. "So, it looks as though it will just be the two of us. Hopefully, I can keep you sufficiently entertained."
Alexa smiled warmly to hide the butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. It was easy to maintain a safe distance from the Magister during the day, even when they were walking close together. There were always soldiers around and Denarius was nothing if not proper in their presence. However, an evening alone in his tent was an entirely different situation. Alexa knew it was only a matter of time before he sought to take their relationship to a new level; and though her head told her it would be the biggest of mistakes, she was afraid that her body may not agree.
"I have no doubt that you will," she said softly, allowing the Magister to lead her toward his tent. She was so focused on her own nerves that she didn't see the flash of anger that crossed her young elven companion's face as he saw his master's hand on her naked back.
The two mages discussed magical study during their elaborate meal, and the mood remained light. As Miriel cleared the last of the dishes away, a second elven servant arrived; carrying two steaming cups of Orlesian mead. The young man handed one to each of them; his eyes briefly meeting his master's.
"This is one of my favorite indulgences," Denarius said as he took a sip of the aromatic brew. "An Orlesian liquor merchant shared his secret recipe for adding herbs and spices to this mead to enhance its flavor, and I have been enamored with it ever since. I hope you enjoy it."
Alexa took a sip of the amber liquid and smiled. "Well, I don't know what his secret recipe is, but it is positively delightful," she replied. Over the next few minutes, she drained every drop from the clay mug.
"I'll never tell," Denarius said, chuckling quietly. He certainly wouldn't share tonight's recipe, as it held a little something special for the Champion. "Oh, I almost forgot," he added and turned, picking up a large parcel and extending it toward Alexa. "I have something for you."
Shaking her head, Alexa stared at the package. "You have already done more than enough for me, Denarius," she replied. "I can't take more from you."
"You can and you will, Alexa," he said firmly. "I feel responsible for the fact that your personal items were lost, and I want to replace them for you. It is the least that I can do."
Blushing slightly, Alexa accepted the parcel and slowly unwrapped the silken cover. She gasped as she uncovered the staff that lay inside it. The handle was of solid ironbark, covered in ornately carved elven symbols. The crown was pure gold, encrusted with precious gems. A giant ruby was mounted in the center of the crown. The light from the fire danced off the smooth gem, covering the tent in a warm, red glow.
"I… I can't take this," Alexa whispered, though she was loathe to release the beautiful weapon. "My own onyx staff wasn't worth nearly this much. It would be wrong of me to accept something this expensive."
Denarius reached forward and placed his fingers under her chin; lifting her gaze to meet his own. At his touch, Alexa felt the slightest tingling begin to build in the pit of her stomach. "The gold that purchased this staff is nothing compared to the joy in your eyes when you saw it," he said softly. "You are a mage of unprecedented power, Alexa, and you should have a weapon that reflects your incredible talent. This particular staff will augment your elemental fire magic, as well as provide you with a near impenetrable protective barrier. Your safety is paramount to me, and I insist you take it. Please."
Damn! The butterflies have returned, she thought irritably. And isn't it getting a bit warm in here? Slowly she nodded and Denarius removed his hand, smiling tenderly at her. "I think I should get to bed, as we have a long day ahead tomorrow," she whispered, her checks now quite flushed. She had just begun to rise when the tent seemed to spin around her. She plopped back down, her hand on her forehead.
"Alexa?" Denarius asked, his face filled with 'concern', "is there a problem?" He reached over and ran his hand down her arm. She instantly moaned, his touch sending intense shivers through her body. What's wrong with me? she thought, her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest. Her entire body was on fire and she felt a near uncontrollable desire to tear off her clothes and give herself over to the passion that was building inside her.
"I… have to… go…" she said, once more rising to her unsteady feet. Even the brush of her dress against her skin was becoming too much. Never, in all her life, had she felt such a need for physical release. Shocked at her own behavior, she turned toward the exit, intent on escaping into the cool night air.
Denarius caught Alexa as she slipped, unconscious, onto the tent floor. He lifted her onto his bedroll and lay next to her, brushing the stray hairs from her face. "Sleep well, my darling Alexa," he purred as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. "I will join you soon, and we will release you from your suffering."
He rose and quickly exited the tent, motioning for Feynriel to join him. "It's time," he told the elf calmly. "Mistress Hawke should be sent somewhere she will feel safe, should the criminal try to contact her. Have you seen such a place in her dreams?"
"Yes, Master," Feynriel answered immediately. "She often dreams of the balcony of her estate, and her emotions are calm there."
"Good," Denarius replied. "Send her there and I will join her. If he dares to appear, he will get a greeting he will never forget."
Feynriel nodded, sitting on the ground and leaning against a nearby log. "Send that bastard away, Master," he said as he closed his eyes. "I wish I could be there to help you."
"Believe me, Feynriel," Denarius replied as he opened the flap to his tent. "If Fenris arrives, he will regret it until the day he dies; which will be sooner than he ever dreamed."
o~~~~~~~~o
Varric, Anders and Isabela sat silently in Merrill's stateroom as she once more prepared the blood magic ritual. "Hold tight to the ring," she told Fenris as she situated him on the bed. "It will lead you to her."
"Understood," he replied, lying back and closing his eyes.
Chanting softly, she sliced her hand and dripped her lifeblood into the ceremonial liquid. The mist enveloped Fenris and within moments, he was deep asleep.
Merrill turned back to her remaining companions, slowly healing the wound on her hand. "Wish him luck," she said softly. "I fear what will happen if Denarius has learned of my attempt to contact Alexa."
"If all Fenris says about his former master is true," Anders said sadly, "I would not want to be the one to see it."
o~~~~~~~~o
"Hightown?" Fenris said aloud as the fog cleared before him. "This is Alexa's dream?" He was standing in the middle of the deserted marketplace, near Hubert's stand. There wasn't a sound to be heard; not even the singing of the night crickets. Assuming Alexa would be home, he quickly moved up the stairs toward the Hawke Estate.
As he stepped into the courtyard that housed the mansion, he heard a soft cry coming from the direction of Alexa's home. Rushing forward, he crashed headlong into an invisible barrier that seemed to surround the house. The cry came again and he looked up; his eyes riveted to the scene above him.
Alexa was on her balcony, her back against a side wall. Before her stood Denarius, his hands on the bricks to either side of her body. He wore a wicked grin as he slowly moved closer to her; the lust in his eyes evident to the panicked elf below.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on her, you filthy bastard!" Fenris yelled at his former master. He beat savagely on the barrier before him, to no avail. "I will break through this; and when I do, I will tear you limb from limb!"
"Did you hear something, my love?" Denarius purred at Alexa, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her lips toward his.
Alexa shook her head, sliding her arms around the Magister's waist. Fenris' blood ran cold as he heard her speak. "Whatever it is, it will have to wait," she replied as she pulled his body tightly against her own. "You promised to ease my suffering; and I think it's time you fulfilled that vow, don't you?"
Denarius chuckled wickedly, his lips now lightly touching the Champion's. "I would never see you suffer, my beautiful Alexa," he said as he softly kissed her forehead, cheeks and the tip of her nose. "Allow me to give you all you have desired for so long."
Pushing her harder into the wall, he crushed his lips to hers; his tongue sliding into her mouth. Alexa moaned loudly, her hands travelling up his back to grasp his shoulders. Denarius reach up, grabbing Alexa by the hair and jerking her head back to expose her throat. He sank his teeth into the side of her neck, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
Fenris found his voice as the thin trail of blood slid down Alexa's neck and into the bodice of her sheer silk dress. "Alexa, NO!" he screamed, once more beginning his assault on the barrier. His body glowed brightly as he fought to reach his love. "What are you doing? Not him – NEVER HIM! He will hurt you! You have to fight him! Please, my Lexa, wake up! PLEASE!" Tears of anger and frustration fell from his eyes as his cries fell on deaf ears.
"Ahh… yes!" Alexa cried lustily, "More, my lover! The pain… I need more…" Pulling away from the pleading mage, Denarius reached up and tore the flimsy silk gown from her body; exposing her naked skin to the bright moonlight. Fenris watched in horror, his stomach flipping painfully, as the Magister roughly grabbed Alexa's breast; twisting her erect nipple between his fingers. His other hand slid roughly between her legs, his fingers thrusting into her mercilessly. Her head flew back, her cry piercing the night sky.
Alexa writhed against the rough stone, cutting her delicate skin. None of that seemed to matter as she reached forward, tearing wildly at Denarius' robes. "I need you inside me, Denarius!" she moaned as she ripped the last of the material from his body. "It burns… so good…" Dropping to her knees, she grabbed his cock and wrapped her lips around it. She groaned loudly as she began sucking on him; slipping her free hand into the folds of her sex and stroking vigorously. The Magister grasped her thick hair, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her throat with each thrust.
Knowing he could no longer watch the horror playing out before his eyes, Fenris turned to leave. The barrier quickly wrapped around him, locking him in place. "You aren't planning to leave so soon, are you, my little Fenris?" Denarius asked, sneering down at his former slave. "After all, I haven't even taken her yet. You remember how good she felt, don't you? I can assure you that she hasn't lost her talent. However, I intend to show her things you never could. And when I am done, she won't even remember your name."
"You filthy monster!" Fenris shouted, struggling against the barrier. "Let her go! She hasn't done anything to you – I have! Take me if you have to, kill me! It doesn't matter. Just let her go!"
Ignoring the elf, Denarius turned his attention back to Alexa. Using her hair, he pulled her up from the ground and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately. "And now, my darling, I will give you what you have been waiting for," he whispered, turning her to face the balcony railing. "Bend over it."
Nodding enthusiastically, Alexa complied; grabbing hold of the railing and lifting her hips toward him. Though she looked directly at Fenris, the elf could tell she never saw him at all. His eyes travelled down her naked body; and despite his disgust, Fenris felt himself harden at the beauty before him.
The elf stood frozen as Denarius inserted his fingers into Alexa, coating them with her juices. Pulling them back out, he moved further up her backside; sliding two fingers into her rear. Alexa squealed, her eyes opening wide as she felt the intrusion.
A wicked grin on his face, Denarius leaned over her back, kissing her gently on the neck as he moved his fingers within her; spreading her wider with each stroke. "You wanted pain, didn't you, Alexa?" he whispered huskily. At her shaky nod, he continued. "You and I will never be conventional, my love," he purred, biting down on her earlobe. "Let me show you the true pleasure that pain can bring."
Without another word, he positioned himself behind her and thrust forward; tearing a scream from her throat. Fenris' heart shattered as he saw the tears falling from her eyes. "Relax, my Alexa," Denarius said soothingly as he pounded into her; his pace increasing as she began to adjust to his girth. "You will grow to crave this, I promise you."
Alexa whimpered softly, and Fenris could see the agony in her eyes. "Alexa, please see me," he begged, his hands clenched painfully as his sides. For one glorious moment, he believed that his wish came true. She looked directly at him, her eyes opening wide. Then, just as recognition entered the blue depths, it vanished.
"Ahh… oh… yes!" Alexa cried as pain gave way to a pleasure that roared through her body. Denarius leaned forward once again, grasping her breasts as he drove himself into her. Fenris looked away, unable to watch the ecstasy on his lover's face as she found her completion with the man who had destroyed his life. Denarius cried out, as well, spilling himself inside her. For several long moments, the two lovers clung to each other; regaining their strength. Finally, Denarius straightened, wrapping his arms around Alexa's waist.
"Go to bed, love," he said softly, running his tongue over the mark he left on her neck. "I will join you in a moment."
"Don't be long, Denarius," she whispered, kissing him softly before walking into the house. The Magister reached down and retrieved his tattered robes, wrapping them about his waist. His eyes fell on Fenris and he smiled cruelly.
"Go back to your little friends now, Fenris," he said and the barrier around the elf dissipated. The one surrounding the estate stayed strong. "Don't come back here, and stop your senseless search for me and my new treasure. It is futile. She is mine now and soon she will have the power to grant my every desire. I promise you – if you continue this foolishness, the pain you felt tonight will be nothing compared to that which I will give you." Turning away, Denarius headed into the estate. He stopped when he heard Fenris' voice float toward him.
"I will kill you, Denarius, for what you have done to me," he declared, his voice filled with determination. "However, I will see you suffer a thousand deaths before I end your life for what you have done to her." When the Magister once more looked over the balcony, Fenris was gone.
o~~~~~~~~o
The party heaved a collective sigh of relief when Fenris' eyes finally opened. He had been thrashing wildly in his sleep, and they were terrified that he would never come back to them. As soon as he could move, he leaned over the side of the bed and vomited onto the floor; his body visibly shaking.
"Fenris?" Merrill said, approaching him cautiously. "What happened? What did you see?"
Rising from the bed, Fenris stumbled toward the door. "Not now," he choked out, yanking the door open and rushing into the hallway. "Please… just not now." Anders hurried into the hall and watched as the broken elf entered his stateroom. Turning back to his companions, the mage shook his head.
"I'm not sure if I want to know what he saw," he said, gazing sadly at Varric. "As he entered his room, he began sobbing."
o~~~~~~~~o
Alexa awakened with a start, quickly staring around at her surroundings. She was lying in her own tent, still dressed in her dinner clothes. She slowly sat up, dropping her head into her hands.
Maker, what is happening to me? she thought, tears springing to her eyes. She remembered every detail of the dream she had about Denarius. It felt so real that she could almost feel his lips on her neck, his fingers slipping inside her…
She had never engaged in violent sex before, and she hadn't even known she wanted it. Now it was in the forefront of her mind and she was afraid she wouldn't make it through another night this way.
Calm yourself, Alexa! she chastised herself, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. You obviously can't handle your Orlesian mead. She undressed and climbed back under her covers, praying for a dreamless sleep.
As she slipped into the Fade, she was sure she saw Fenris as he called out to her. "Alexa, please see me…"