Milleadair: The Destroyer

SINNIRALIN CURSED THE BAD TIMING as she crept into a crouch, letting the shadowcloak's tassels drop towards the ground.

"What is…wait, what is that?" Leliana asked as she unsheathed her short swords listening to the strange sound of low murmurs.

Pulling up one of her vials, swallowing its contents Sin let the magic burst out from her mouth, humming gently as it twisted and turned through the air. It came to a stop at a magical entity. Pulling on her gloves, ignoring the pain she grabbed the bard by the hand.

"This way." Sin said as she led them towards the place where her magic lingered. She frowned. The magic's scent felt familiar somehow. A faint smell of honeysuckle and daisies, it reminded her of something Belkin once had taught her and she slowed down.

"Wait here." She ordered the bard releasing her hand. Leliana opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by the seductress.

"No. Wait. Here." She snapped angrily as an uneasy chill crept up her spine. Only a few steps away from them a black cloud of magic swirled ominously in the air, parts of it reaching out desperately for something. It growled and moaned venomously.

"A curse…" She muttered as her hands burst aflame.

Walking up towards the curse she saw it twist and turn, hissing and spitting. She squinted her eyes. Something was glowing in the middle of it. As she drew closer she saw the golden orb flicker back and forth inside the black cloud, searching for something. Padillion's Eye. It was an old Tevinter curse Belkin had taught her. The curse was put on anyone you wanted to be able to keep an eye on and then, when time allowed it, kill it. The orb flickered, then rotated eerily reminding Sin of a eye.

"Right. You've seen enough." She snarled as she rammed her hand into the darkness, ripping the eyelike orb out with force. It shrieked and she saw the bard take a startled step backwards at the shrill sound. The cloud hissed once more before exploding and evaporating into the warm night.

"W-what was that?" Leliana gasped frightened.

"That was…" Sin's gaze fell on the crystal orb in her hand. It had gone cold, but trapped within it she saw a strand of the familiar blood-red hair. She looked up at Leliana. The curse had been hers, not the warden's like she had expected. "Just a nasty demon. It probably followed us from the tower." Sin lied.

A curse had been put on the bard, quite a wicked one as well. She knew Leliana was keeping something from them, but what was it? No regular person had spells like this cast on them. How long had it been following them? Or was the question, how long had the cursed followed the bard for? Scanning the area around them with her eyes she saw a faint outlining by the edge of the forest. She reached out with her magic touching at it. It wasn't just the curse following them there was someone else out there.

"We should get back to camp…" She said slowly ushering the bard forward, keeping her daggers close at hand, her watchful eyes and sensitive ears keeping track of their follower.

Heads turned as they returned to camp, Deanna wearing an obvious irritated frown. Sin gave the bard a quick nod before her eyes swept the campsite looking for the enchantress and the witch. Seeing the enchantress sit outside her tent Sin moved towards her.

"Wynne?"

The old woman looked up at her, regarding her with a weary look on her face. "Yes child?"

"Are…you alright?" She asked worried, pushing her hand into her pouch, fishing up a small bottle of deep-green, thick goo.

"You are the second person to ask me tonight. I'm not sure I take it as a compliment." Wynne said the corner of her mouth quirking upwards.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, but you just look tired, and…I'm not making it any better, am I?" Sin mumbled sheepishly.

Wynne chuckled motherly. "What is it you need?"

Sitting down next to the mage she handed her the bottle. "I don't need anything, but I think you might need this."

"What is this?" Wynne asked curiously as she tasted it.

"Just something I came up with myself."

"You are good with potions then." Wynne said approvingly before adding. "I must ask you Sinniralin, where did you learn all the things you can do?"

Sin remained silent. What was she to say? I learnt some of it as a child thief, and the rest when I first became possessed by this evil spirit? "I…learnt a lot of it from my old master. He was very good with alchemy…"

She could sense the Wynne knew it was something she wished not to talk about so before she pressed it any further Sin quickly held out her hand with the small orb in it.

"Have you ever seen any of these before?"

Wynne's eyebrows knit together as she picked it up, holding it towards the campfire between her thumb and index finger eyeing it.

"This is a powerful curse. Not like an ordinary one. This curse is not meant to kill, but to poison." The wise enchantress said.

"Poison?" sin had never heard of such thing.

"Yes, it seems like an ordinary Padillion's Eye, but that curse kills you eventually. This one was meant to keep track of something and poison it. Not to kill, but to…weaken. See this?" Wynne twisted the orb and pointed at a tiny symbol carved into it. Sin nodded. "That means 'solitude'. Whomever this spell was cast upon was meant to be alone and isolated for the rest of their life." Wynne looked up from wearing a serious face.

"Where did you find this."

Sin bit her bottom lip. There was no point in hiding anything from the enchantress, especially not if she needed her help. "I sensed the curse while…scouting at the lake. I think it belongs to…" She cast the bard a quick glance before meeting Wynne's eyes.

"Leliana?" Wynne asked in surprise.

"There is someone following us. Probably the maleficar who cast the spell." Sin got up staring into the forest. "Can you keep a hold on that one for me?"

"What will you be doing?" The enchantress gave her a worried look.

"I've have got some hunting to do." Sin muttered, pulling up her hood before throwing a glance over at the bard who was strumming her lute where she sat outside her tent.

"Keep her safe." She mumbled before taking off not noticing the smile that suddenly grew on the old enchantress lips.

"I will."

~•~

Sin crept through the dark shadows, Little Thug circling her high above in the dark night sky. The spellcaster was near. She could feel the soft pulsating of magic reverberate from the spellcaster's body. She clouded herself with magic keeping herself invisible from the spellcaster. Moving swiftly across the soft ground she leapt onto a thick boulder. Pushing off it she threw herself towards the thick branch, grabbing it with both hands, swinging on to it.

The spellcasters camp was abstemious, and she used no campfire, but sat in the dark weaving curses, bottling them for later use. Sin observed her with interest. Why had this apostate mage put such a powerful curse on the bard?

The spellcaster wore a hood, but as she pulled it down Sin could see she was an elf. She pursed her lips. This could be interesting. Whipping out her daggers she let herself fall to the ground landing softly in front of the other elf. The spellcaster hardly looked up, but summoned her magic in her hand ready to attack. Sin was about to dart to the side when she saw the elf's snow-white eyes staring blankly ahead of her. She was blind…

"I'm not here to harm you." Sin said softly using her magic to nudge the other's emotion, soothing them slightly.

She didn't extinguish her magic, but let it glow in her hand. "Your magic doesn't work on me elf."

Sin scowled.

"I'm blind, I'm not a complete fool." The spellcaster said matter-of-factly before continuing. "You're the one who broke my curse earlier."

"I am."

"And you've come to ask me 'why'."

"I've come to kill you if I have to." Sin snarled, the tips of her daggers dripping with the deadly vileroot.

The elf curled her lips at Sin. "Your words are nothing, but empty words, foolishly spoken by someone who does not know who they are dealing with."

"You don't say…" Sin muttered. She didn't have time for this. "Tell me why and I'll let you live. Try and put another one on my…friend, and I will kill you."

"I grow impatient of your disrespect elf." The spellcaster snapped.

"And I of yours." Sin hissed dangerously as she closed her eyes, drawing on the demonic essence inside of her. She let it burst alive in her eyes, black smoke belching from them. She heard the spellcaster draw her breath in terror, withdrawing the spirit, forcing it back in, trying not to let it overtake her.

"Milleadair, forgive me!" the elf exclaimed in shame hanging her head. Sin took a step back.

"What does that mean?" Sin asked perturbed at the name.

"Milleadair, the Destroyer." The woman gasped.

"How do you know of me?"

"The scrolls mistress." She said faintly, her voice barely a whisper.

"What scrolls?" The elf took a step forward advancing on the blind woman. The prophecy! She knew the prophecy.

"I do not know their names Mistress. I only…I've never read them, we are not worthy. We are just told your name and purpose." The woman was leaning forward in a sitting bow.

Swallowing thickly Sin breathed slowly, fearing the answer to what she was going to ask. "And what is my purpose?"

"I am not worthy to tell you. It is your destiny to find out yourself." The woman said before unsheathing a dagger. It flashed in the dark before she plunged it into her heart.

"NOOOO!" Sin flung herself at the elf, grabbing her. "What are you doing?"

"You will not force the purpose from my lips…" The woman whispered between her ragged breathing, her eyes glossy and pale.

Staring about her wildly Sin tried to find a healing potion or anything to help the dying elf.

"You must…" The woman could hardly speak, her body shivering in tremor.

"I must what?"

"Kill Sàbhailiche." She drew a ragged breath, coughing, grimacing as she did so. Then her breath came in little gasps, just to slow down and then suddenly she wasn't breathing anymore. Sin sat with her in her arms before she let go, turning back to camp.

~•~

Wynne saw the elf return, her face pale, wearing a distant look in her eyes. Opening her book she let her eyes read the lines she had discovered a few days earlier before studying the elf again.

The Destroyer: Born a Felling child, a twin like its predecessors. The Destroyer bears the mark of death, and will conquer all mortal born. The Destroyer will bring forth the era of Tes'Hathr, he will awaken the archdemon to serve as his slave bringing death and destruction upon Thedas, mankind once again bowing to Tes'Hathr – the Creator of the Old Gods.

Wynne had spent many years in the Circle learning how to wield her magic. She was intuitive and perceptive, and the moment the elf had set foot inside the Mage Tower Wynne had felt the change in atmosphere. Something wicked had settled over them. She had noticed how the fire demons seemed drawn to the elf, but she had slain them before they had gotten close. Wynne wondered what had happened if she hadn't.

Watching Sinniralin parts of her believed she held the answer to many of the companions' questions in her hand, yet Sinniralin did not display the obvious traits of a destroyer. Firstly she was a girl, or a young woman rather, and not a male. Secondly Sinniralin protected them from harm, and along side the others she fought the Blight. She did not seem to induce the Blight. Although for some reason the passage in the old enchantress' book seemed to fit Sinniralin and Wynne's intuitive side kept urging her to put the two of them together.

Throwing another glance at the taciturn elf Wynne decided that whatever Sinniralin was she deserved more than all this suspicion directed towards her from some of the others. She would simply have to put her faith in this elf that seemed to have many things in common with the prophecy of a mad man as the Chant referred to the passage of Milleadair. Thinking about that she felt slightly better. This book consisted after all of the most questionable and unwanted documents from the former Chant, if one was to believe the authors of the book. Wynne wasn't sure she did, but then again she wasn't sure she didn't either. She would keep an eye on Sinniralin, but she wouldn't make a decision before she was certain. She liked Sinniralin and she would like to think the charming elf wasn't about to bring death and destruction upon their doorstep.

~•~

Sinniralin watched the rest of the group leave for Redcliffe as she waited on the outskirts of the forest after explaining to Deanna that being seen with her would not gain them any loyalty from the villagers, especially not the Chantry. The teryness had tried to argue they would need Sin in the Fade and by showing herself in the presence of the Grey Wardens whatever she might have done would be ignored. Sin merely shrugged saying Morrigan would suit the task and that it was best for them not to be seen by her.

Watching them go she was thankful to be left alone with Little Thug. She'd gone over last night's event, what seemed to be, a million times in her head. Maybe the elf had been wrong. Maybe she was just crazy. Or maybe…maybe she was right. Turning to the bird she crossed her arms.

"Ok, spit it out." It looked at her, beady eyes darting back and forth. "Well, I've been joined with the grey wardens for nearly three weeks and you haven't flown off to tell your master."

Little Thug cooked his head, hopping up to her placing his beak on her thigh affectionately. She smiled patting his head gently.

"I don't understand you. You're the only one I can't read. You and…Leliana." At the mentioning of the bard's name Little Thug lifted from the ground landing next to the bard's tent. Sin laughed softly. "Yes, that one…I can't…read her at all. She's…the witch I can just look at and it's all there in my head, same with the moronic templar, and the perverted assassin, but with Leliana…nothing."

Looking over at Little Thug she scratched the back of her neck. "Can you…? Please, keep them all safe?"

Little Thug tilted his head before spreading his wings as he leapt into the sky, his shrill cry echoing through the air. Sin smiled as she leaned back on the trunk, the large tree crown shading her from the hot summer sun. Now that she was left alone she would sleep. Everyday in the others company meant battling the demon inside more often and more fiercely and it meant not showing her weariness those days the demonic spirit took over. She lay down on the ground barely closing her eyes before she was fast asleep.

It was past midday when she woke up again. The sun had moved and the tree's refreshing shade had been replaced by the warm afternoon sun. Stretching her arms and legs she realized someone was watching her. She sat up quickly taken slightly aback that the intruder hadn't woke her up when entering their camp. How tired had she really been? Looking she saw the familiar fiery-red hair.

"Ellie?" She mumbled dazed with sleep, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"You are such a sleepyhead. I never thought you'd wake up." The bard smiled where she sat oiling the string on her bow.

"You've been sitting there watching me sleep?" Sin asked looking awkward. Pray to all the gods I didn't drool…

The bard nodded, still smiling.

"That's kind of creepy…" Sin mumbled causing the bard to burst out in her twinkling laughter as she got up from where she was sitting, walking up towards the elf.

Sin was bracing herself, preparing her body for the pain, but found nothing happened as the bard squatted in front of her. She scowled suspiciously. What was going on?

Leliana cupped her face with her soft hands leaning in close.

"Uhm…Ellie?" Sin struggled to keep her mind from reeling.

"Deanna isn't here now. It's just you and me." The bard whispered softly, her plump, pink lips the only thing Sin could focus on before Leliana pressed her lips roughly against Sin's kissing her passionately. Sin responded quickly, letting her tongue explore the bard's as she grabbed her hips, pulling the bard towards her. The bard moaned in-between kisses as she straddled Sin. Sin moved to kiss her neck, the bard whispering huskily, grinding herself at Sin. The elf was unbuckling the bard's leather armour when she heard Leliana gasp in pain.

"What?" She asked looking at Leliana's pale face, her steel grey eyes flickering slightly before she fell lifeless to the side.

"Ellie?" Sin exclaimed, fear gripping her body as she stared at the bard's blood-covered chest. "No, no, no! What's happening?" The elf grabbed the lifeless body trying to shake it back to life.

"You killed her." Wynne stood behind her point her finger at her.

"I…I didn't. I promise I would never hurt her."

"You killed her Sin." Deanna said staring at the bard's pale corpse.

"You killed her." The dark shadow behind the companions praised her with wonder, before laughing a terrifying, unnatural laugh, filling her head.

She woke up screaming, her clothes soaked in sweat, staring frantically around her.

"Sin! Sinniralin!" The bard was kneeling behind her.

Leliana? She back paddled away from the bard. "Stay away from me Leliana."

The bard moved to comfort her but she stood up drawing her daggers. "I don't want to hurt you. Stay away."

TO BE CONTINUED…

AN.Well, well… things are indeed heating up. Sin is getting closer to finding out what she really is and her purpose, but what part does Leliana play in this?

I know I said the update would come on Thursday at the latest, but I forgot that it was the day before new years and I'd be butt busy. I hope you forgive me though. :)

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