I felt bad for posting such a small part in my story and I got on a role today, so I felt I needed to publish the next part. Thankyou to all who have favourited, reviewed etc etc..
Mel rented a room at the Hanged Man, not wanting to impose on Hawke and her generous hospitality. After a while, Varric began calling her Little Fen, which Fenris scowled at every time he heard it, and began excusing himself from the group when it was spoken. Mel had no idea why he was doing this and began to think that he didn't like her, she tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, but there was something there that she needed to know and she knew it was going to involve time travel.
Fenris was in Denarius' mansion as always but this time his mood was darker than usual, pacing back and forth, he was thinking about the events that had happened in the last few weeks. Varric had begun calling the new elf, Little Fen, or in the common tongue, Little Wolf, which used to be Denarius' pet name for him. It angered and saddened him for it kept reminding him of the life that he had run from, the life that was still chasing him, hunting him.
Fenris spun round at a knock as his door, and he walked to it, wondering who would visit him of all people.
The door revealed none other than Melana Fen herself and Fenris' mood darkened a few more notches, he wasn't angry with her, just with what she had stirred up, not only within the group but within himself.
"What do you want?" his tone was a little bit harsher than he intended, but Mel didn't even flinch.
"We need to talk." She said, she gestured inside, "May I come in?"
Fenris stood aside as she walked in and showed her to the 'lounge' room and stoked the fire to get it going again.
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked, still facing the fire.
Mel sat down on a bench and began warming her cold hands with the heat.
"Your past." Was all she said.
Fenris outwardly flinched at the thought; he believed his past was behind him, at least for the moment.
"My past is hunting me at this very moment; I do not wish to be reminded of it." He said through clenched teeth. He turned to face her, finding her already looking at him, studying him. There was no malice in her gaze, no bitterness, no judgment, just a curiosity and an understanding that Fenris had never received before.
"Why must you ask about my past?" He asked wearily.
"Because I know something is there, something you can't remember, something you want to remember." She said.
Fenris outright stared at her. "How do you know?"
"You asked about it when I was talking about how I time travelled. Your memories are still there Fenris, I can help you find them again, but only if you let me."
The way she spoke with such sorrow, how she understood what he needed and the way she said his name, she only wanted to help.
"What do I have to do?" he sat down next to her.
"Simply hold my hand."
She put her hand out, palm up, and held it between them. Slowly, but surely, Fenris gingerly put his hand in hers, expecting the painful sensation that usually came with contact with other people, but there was a warm tingling sensation instead.
"Now you may feel slightly dizzy after I dig around a bit, I have to find a memory that I can use. What is the earliest memory you can recall?" She caught his eyes with her own. Her steady gaze was the only thing keeping Fenris calm; he realised, and refused to look away for fear of something beyond his control.
"The earliest memory I have is receiving these markings, anything before that is lost to me."
"Then we'll start there and work our way backwards."
Mel closed her eyes and Fenris watched as the world around him fell away, only to be replaced by a small room with one wooden door. Lamp light flickered on either side of the door and the walls were shadowed in darkness. Mel still held his hand and they were facing the door.
He looked at her and she looked back at him, her emerald eyes glowed in the darkness, along with his lyrium tattoos, they pulsed with his heartbeat, sending eerie blue shadows on the walls.
"Where are we?" His voice was oddly loud in such a small room.
Mel walked forwards, gently pulling Fenris with her, opening the door in front of them.
"Welcome to you memories Fenris."