next part, thanks to my first reviewer Dhallhenn
The voice was oddly familiar.
Hawke and the others turned around to find that Melana Fen was behind them.
"How did you get in here?" Hawke asked, surprised that she found her way through the patrol around her house.
Melana Fen just shrugged, removed her cloak and hung it up, also leaving her bow and quiver of arrows with it as well. But she kept her dagger on her, Fenris noted.
"Melana Fen, It is an honour." Merrill said.
"Please just call me Mel, my full name is such a mouthful in conversation." Mel said. She walked over and seated herself by the fire, staring into the flames for a moment before speaking again, "You have my condolences Hawke, Lady Amell was a wonderful woman, and she has such a strong daughter."
Hawke's expression changed from one of surprise to that of sadness. "How did you know about my mother?"
Mel sighed, it was a lonely sound, one that comes from a person who has too much weight on their shoulders, and it is one that Hawke has shed on one too many occasions.
"I remember when you were born, and your brother and sister as well. I was in Lothering for a time, and came across your family. I moved on quickly though, for I was jealous of your family and the love that was there." Mel replied, still staring into the fire.
"Why are you here? In Kirkwall I mean, what drew you to this place?" Hawke wondered, seating herself across from Mel.
"Sadness, death, pain and loss. I go where the sorrow is; I'm just naturally drawn to it."
"It is because of what happened to your family?" Merrill blurted. Mel turned to look at her, her gaze darkened and turned cold.
"You are Dalish; you should know never to ask that." Mel stated. Her familiar, happy tone had turned as cold as ice. Merrill backed away a step, frightened by the sudden change in character. She gathered her things and left the Hawke mansion, leaving only Hawke, Varric, Fenris and Mel.
"So the legend is true?" Varric asked his first words all night.
Mel nodded, her normal demeanour slowly coming back. "Mostly," She said, "Well more like all of it, what you blood mage friend said is all true."
All gazes were suddenly locked onto her. Fenris dared to speak "How did you know she was a blood mage?"
"She was the first of Keeper Merethari, I wondered with her clan a while ago, though it was under a different name. All keepers know a bit of old magic, though I wouldn't condone it, such a horrid practise." Mel shuddered at the thought.
Hawke asked the question that she has wanted to know all night "If you're the time wolf, can you travel through time?"
Mel nodded, "In a way, I travel through personal pasts, and delve into memories mainly but in a way I can travel through time."
"But what if don't have many memories, what if at a certain point in your past there is no more?" Fenris asked, drawn closer to the elf by the fire. Mel turned her gaze on him and Fenris mentally flinched, expecting a cold glare as Merrill got before, but what he found was sorrow. A deep pain and understanding lay there and Fenris' heart cried out.
After a moment of silence, Mel replied "Just because the memory may not be there does not mean that it doesn't exist. It's still there." She touched her forehead in emphasis, "Just hidden or buried, covered in regret or sadness or pain that is so overwhelming it wipes everything."
Fenris was shocked by the amount of knowledge that she had, and how close to his heart she was hitting without knowing. He couldn't take it, so he left.
If he had looked back as he left, he would have seen how much it hurt her to say it.
Just a short update, suffering from severe writers block (any ideas would be welcome)