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Erros hadn't expected it to be that easy but then again he hadn't been expected to have to beg either. Nothing was that easy even with his luck and he had some pretty great luck, he was the first son his life was great. At least it was until everyone's parents disappeared and everyone started looking to him for answers, Erros knew he would inevitably become Inquisitor if his father dies or just decided he was ready.
Erros had blurted out the idea of going back in time to get the three most powerful legends in all of Thedas on a whim, one of which just happened to be his father in his prime. If anyone could help it would be them, hopefully, one of them would take the lead and Erros wouldn't have to pretend he knew what he was doing.
"Erros?" Greg said, pulling Erros out of his thoughts. "Hm?" He asked, seeing Greg had been successful in finding his father. Dorian Pavus looked the same here as he did back home, impeccably dressed, perfect hair, and that same teasing look on his face. Classic Dorian. "So you're the young man that nearly gave our dear Inquisitor a heart attack," Dorian said smirking.
Erros stood up from his chair and held out his hand. "I'm Erros." He said as Dorian shook his hand, staring at him. "Maker's breath you are the spitting image of Trevelyan and Cassandra both." Erros shifted uncomfortably, he hated when people stared at him like he was some prized mount. "Um father?" Greg said and Dorian winced. "Sorry," Greg said quickly. "Dorian, can I have some help opening the portal?" He asked Erros shot Greg a thankful glance.
He was about to sit back down when he heard a strangled glance, Erros whirled around to see Cassandra, his mother with a shocked expression on her face. "Hi." Erros smiled and waved, Cassandra rushed to him, running over a few nobles in her wake. She touched his face gingerly as if he would burn her. Erros had been expected this so he stood still as his mother touched his have and ran her fingers through his hair.
"You're real, you're mine." She whispered Erros leant into her touch, he'd never admit to anyone how much he much he missed his mother. "Are you coming with us?" He asked, Cassandra, nodded and pulled him into a tight hug. He was nearly a foot taller than her but that didn't stop him from burying his face in Cassandra's shoulder. "Erros we're ready," Greg said
Carter stepped through the portal and immediately felt a gust of wind. When his vision cleared he saw the Skyhold throne room as if he never left, Skyhold throne and all. The only difference was the walls, every mosaic was finished and every wall told a story. Carter didn't think he'd actually find all of those pieces.
"Erros, you're back." A voice said from behind them, a younger boy about eighteen with curly chestnut hair that threatened to touch his shoulders, he dark eyes looked almost cold walked into view. Erros smiled. "Brother, good to see you too." He said, wrapping his arm around the younger boy's shoulder. "This is my brother Anthony." Cassandra grabbed Carter's arm hard. "We have two." She whispered staring at Anthony before moving to touch his face like she had done with Erros before but Anthony coldly brushed her off. "Yes I'm Anthony, the second son." He said with an amount of resentment in his tone that would give anyone pause. "I'm acting as spymaster right now as we search for our parents. Now that Erros made good on his part which I'm sure no one doubted his efforts, we can begin a wider search." Erros coughed awkwardly into his fist before patting Greg on his back. "Actually the credit belongs to Greg, I wouldn't have been able to get there if it wasn't for him." He said as Anthony regarded Greg coldly. "Pavus." Greg huffed and glared at Anthony. "Trevelyan." Carter watched as his oldest son stood uncomfortably between the two. "The others are in the tavern waiting for you." Anthony said, turning on his heal and walking away.
Erros looked at Carter and the others and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry about him, he's not usually like that." Greg snorted. "He's always like that, Anthony Trevelyan is the paragon of self pity." Erros shot Greg a dirty look before turning his attention back to the adults. "I'm sure the Champion and the Warden-Commander want to meet their kids, come on."
Erros led them to the tavern across the courtyard, Carter marvelled and how new everything looked. Had he and Cassandra really done all of this? He looked over to Cassandra who was still staring at Erros as he spoke as if he were going to disappear. Carter smiled at how happy she looked, the fear of not being able to give him children had been taken from her by that young man and Erros seemed to love having Cassandra around just as much as she loved seeing him. Erros led them to a table where three other young people were sitting, two boys and a girl. The boys seemed to be having a heated discussion about something, one had white blond hair and had messy rust coloured hair much like Aedan's. The girl, on the other hand looked bored as she played with her dark brown braid but when she spotted them her face lit up. "Erros!" She all but but jumped over the table and tackled Erros in a hug. "You're back, you did it." Erros smiled and hugged her back. "Actually Greg did it, I just wrote the letters." Hawke cleared her throat loudly. "Mind introducing us to your friends, Erros?" She asked, Erros blushed slightly and nodded but before she could speak the girl spoke up. "I'm Bethany Hawke but that's in really bad taste so everyone calls me Bethan." She said, smiling brightly at them before moving to the redheaded boy who smirked at them in greeting. "This is Marco Cousland, he's our resident blacksmith and that is my twin brother Warren." Bethan said, pointing at the other boy who waved in greeting and Hawke yelped. "You're Elfblood?" She asked and Bethan blushed. "Yes we are. Fenris is our father, Erros told us we might need to ease you into that." Carter looked at Hawke curiously. "Is that a bad thing?" He asked, Hawke shook her head frantically. "No no it's just, Fenris and I never really got along, not enough to get into each others smalls." She said. Marco stood up and walked up to Aedan who was staring at him in disbelief. "I think we broke him." He said not hiding the amusement in his tone. Aedan blinked and glared at Marco.
"Why aren't you a Warden?" Marco huffed indignantly. "Because I have no intention of training to fight something that has been extinct for over twenty three years." He said crossing his arms over his chest. "But why a blacksmith?!" Aedan asked but Marco just scowled and walked off with Aedan follow behind him. Carter sighed it was going to be a long day.