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It took awhile for the castle to be almost silent. Most were to busy getting things prepared for the on coming elves/ Not knowing if they were asking for sanctuary or were ready to kick down the door. No one had heard from Dorian or the others. It had been 7 days since they rode out. She played with the amulet, wanting to call upon him but afraid they may be in hiding. After a couple moments she dropped the amulet, letting it hit her chest. Tilting her head she listened. There were a few feet pattering about the halls, no doubt maids. Satisfied they were not going to disturb her this late, she set up her barriers around the room. None thought this odd, especially with the potential army knocking at their door. She climbed the ladder that lead above her bed to a small platform. A quick wave of her hand caused the stone to move, stepping in, she gave another wave closing it behind her. The torches began to light there was down a very small corridor. It opened to a small room. The ceiling was quite low, should could reach her arm above her and her fingers could lightly brush the stone. The room was very plain, though she hadn't thought to add anything in it, it only served one purpose at the moment.
She approached the pedestal which now began to come to life. The barriers and wards were powerful, it made sure that no trace of the room existed, or the power that was held within the walls. She reached out and touched the now fully vibrant orb, it's green spark reaching out to her. After the defeat of Corypheus and Solas disappeared she collected the pieces of the orb before Cassandra came up the steps. It took four months to piece it back together and last to months to try and tap into the power. The power of the orb was faint at first, but she put the last fractured piece together all the cracks faded and the faintest green was at the core. Every time they tapped into it, the power grew. She wasn't exactly sure how it worked, and neither did Cole but he was positive there was a way to take the power, though the outcome could be devastating. She made sure none of the others knew about it, keeping the wards and barriers up all the time was constantly draining her mana. Cole had told her that since her sudden gift in magic came, she was growing each day in strength and believed that is why the orb gained power, even after Solas took the anchor, some part of her was connected to it and the way it flared to life when she was near, only made him believe that she could some how contain it.
"We don't have much time." Cole appeared beside her, arms folded in front of him, though his hat was missing.
"I know, but we are almost done." She took her hand back, placing both behind her and fully turning to him. He gave her a concerned look, brows furrowing together. "Cole?"
"This could kill you. The power, it is strong. Could corrupt." He stared at the orb a little longer before shaking his head, worried eyes looking at her.
"Cole. I only wish to hold the power, for the chance to stop him if I must. I don't want another war. I don't want races erased for one to thrive."
"What if he asks for it back?"
"He will not get it, not willingly." She rolled her shoulders back, trying to show the confidence she thought she needed.
"I only hope." Sighing, he walked to the other side of the pedestal. He placed a hand on the orb and reached out with the other towards her. "We must try again." His smile was weak and tired.
"We keep trying. I promise Cole, I won't let the spirits suffer, I promise." She placed her hand on the opposite side of the orb and took his hand. His eyes changed into a glowing soft yellow, he tilted his head to the left, and she gave him a nod. Her head flung back at the surge of power that coursed through, she was now surrounded by darkness. Cole was no where to be seen. The ground trembled beneath her, she stood still, desperately trying to find what was causing the tremors when the suddenly stopped, and a breath prickled the back of her neck. Slowly she turned, her fear now seemed to wrap around her spine and she stood still, staring back into six glowing red eyes.
Ma emma harel, da'len. Ahnsul ma garas.
She stood. Frozen and unable to speak. She heard the creature snarl, causing everything to tremble again.
Dirtha da'len.
She dropped to her knee's bowing her head.
"Ir abelas, Fen'Harel. Ar esaya mar halani." She heard him, what she assumed, laugh, causing shivers through her.
Ahnsul ar halani a esha'lin.
"Ar ladanem mar foci, ma sul'ema." His voice rang loud, sinking her further to the ground.
Thu gya ma. Ar bellanaris din'an heem. Ma eolasa banal ma dirtha.
She don't know what made her snap, why should would even think to yell at the mighty Fen'Harel, her fear was still ever present but her anger was much more. She stood standing and began shouting at the god before her.
"No! You know nothing of which I speak! Have you thought why your power wavers? Why it is I and not yourself to be here?"
She watched as the darkness began to fade, the ground beneath her was blackened grass and the light around them was green smoke that swirled around her. She watched as Fen'Harel became more visible. The massive black wolf towered over her, easily the height of a giant. He was sitting, his tail curled around his feet, ears pointed towards her, the eyes focused.
Then tell me, child, why are you here and not me. His head tilted slightly.
"A man named Corypheus came in possession of your orb. I bore the mark of the anchor which allowed me to defeat him. When he was defeated, the orb shattered. Yo-Solas left just after, without taking the pieces. I felt they held some greater importance." She watched him, but he only stared at her, watching. "I had finally pieced the orb together, though I did not expect there to be power still left. A spirit then aided me into tapping into the orb."
Yes, the spirit who names himself Cole.
"How do yo-"
I can see his aura around you, though I can also sense you are marked by my power. No one but I have come into the orb as you have. So I am curious da'len, I sense the fear within you. Yet you do not run, why. His head tilted ever so slightly, carefully watching her.
"Ar laiem lath I Fen'Harel." She watched him, he slowly looked up at the sky, he was truly a magnificent beast. It felt like years in the silence, just waiting, he then brought his gaze upon her again, though this time she did not feel fear from him.
Why do you seek this power, why should I grant you this.
"I will not lie, I am angry with you, well, the other you. You've torn me, broken me, and yet I wish to save you."
I see sadness as well as the anger within you. Why though, the sadness.
"I am sad because you do not trust me to help. You believe that in order to redeem yourself you must walk alone, raise Arlathan while killing any one who stands in your way. I wish to save you from that, to find a better way. I want to stand by your side so you never have to fear being alone again. I wish to give you freedom. Ma ema ma vhenan, Fen'Harel." He stood wand slowly walked to her, bowing his head so it was now level with hers. Without realizing she was reaching out to him, his eyes closed, nudging into the palm of her hands. She brought her forehead to his snout, sighing into him. "Sathan lasa em ghi'la ma." Tears formed in her eyes. Every fiber in her screamed to run, but her heart told her to stay.
Ma nuvenin.
She was lurched forward, causing the air to leave her lungs making her gasp. Snapping her eyes open she was on her knees still grasping the orb and Cole's hand, though his eyes were normal again. Her entire body seemed to hum with power. The orb was now black, as though it was just a regular stone sphere. Slowly she stood, Cole came around, reaching out a hand helping her up.
"You accepted him, as he you." Cole had a massive grin across his face. Though she looked at him confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You accepted him, in his true form. If he had not excepted you, you would not have lived, or gained the power."
"But how would he know? This part of him wasn't connected."
"True. Yet, something tells me, he will know." He gave her a bow and disappeared.
She picked up the orb, and walked back down the corridor. Waving her hand, causing the wall to move once more, she put out the torches and closed it behind her, making her way back down. Placing the orb on her desk she removed the barriers, only then she heard the shouting coming from her amulet.
"Inquisitor! Zathiria!" Dorian's voice rang through the room. She placed the amulet in front of her lips.
"By the makers Dorian, do you have to shout?"
"Yes! I have been calling you for almost 2 hours!" She rolled her eyes.
"What is it Dorian?"
"You are not off the hook so easily! Just wait until I'm back!" She heard lowered voices, then suddenly a new voice came through, one that she knew too well.
"Vhenan." She stared down at the amulet, a flicker of rage passed through her.
"Tel din athlan em mah sule ma itha em." She hissed the words to him.
"Ir abelas, Inquisitor."
"What it is?" The was a long pause, she had no patience for his games right now. "Dirtha Fen'Harel."
"Ma nuvenin. The people I bring mean no harm. I only ask you give them shelter for a couple of days. There is much we need to discuss." She could hear the anger through his voice.
"So you wish to tell me that you want Skyhold back?"
"As I said, there is much to be discussed." Suddenly Dorian's voice came back.
"I don't know what you said love, but he is furious." The amusement practically oozed from his voice causing her to chuckle.
"I don't doubt it. How far out are you?"
"We assume a two days walk, though we are sending Cassandra and Solas back with two horses. Bull and I will stay back and use the remaining horse to help. They should be there by sundown."
"Why is he coming now? Why leave the people?"
"He only told us there was something important he must discuss with you."
"Always cryptic….. I will tell the others and start the right preparations. I will await your safe return."
"Goodbye love."
-x-
She sat on the throne rubbing her temples, thankful she had changed out of her armor. Before there was a gathering in the hall, she managed to sneak back to her quarters. She had chosen a long black dress that had slits reaching her thighs. The sleeves hung off her shoulders, the inseam split at her elbow, and draped at the back of her arm just below her wrist. The dark brown leather corset with gold trim and red ribbon held the fabric in place, it had a deep v, showing just enough of her chest and hugged her hips. She didn't bother with shoes as there were rugs everywhere in the hall and at the base of the thrown. She threw her hair in a lose braid that draped over her left shoulder and ended just above her belly button. She admitted it was a very revealing outfit, but it was much more comfortable than the heavy armor she had on, and makers know she was tired of wearing the Inquisition outfit. She leaned on her right hand, crossing her legs letting the fabric fall to the sides of her legs.
The throne itself was much comfier than she thought. They had chosen a Ferelden design, Josephine had told her the crafters had named it Legacy. There were two curved stone walls on each side that rose above her head that connected to an owls head that looked as though it was watching over the hall. At the base of each wall was a fire pit that kept her warm during long gatherings and on either side of her there were arm rest that slightly curled to her. There were furs and blankets that were draped over the seat. The throne was beautiful, though at night it did make her seem ominous.
She watched as the last few people cleared the hall. The gathering was to tell most of the merchants and any villagers that there would be elves taking sanctuary. At first the people yelled and screamed, claiming that this is what they would want, to see us weak and venerable, to overthrow the inquisition. After a few hours of watching Leliana and Josephine trying to settle the arguments, she had finally spoke, causing everyone to stop.
"Do you wish to turn away women? Children?" They all cheered saying it if it was to stop a war they would. She lifted her hand, silencing them again. "There is a threat of war, yes. I ask you this. What if it was your family? Your daughter, son, wife or husband. Sisters and brothers. Would you not want sanctuary for them? Would you not want them safe in one of the strongest places in Thedas?" She watched the faces turn from anger to that of sadness and understanding. "I am not asking you to treat them as your own, I ask that you aid them. They do not have a home of their own so I ask you open your arms and help in any way you can."
After awhile the merchants started to agree what they would sell, and what they would give. A few villagers even offered their houses to share. After hours of talk, debate and arguing they finally resolved most of the issues, reassuring them that the guards would still be on alert for every ones sake.
She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sun had just set, and she could feel the warmth of the fires beside her. Her thoughts wandered back to the orb. The power gained from it intensified her own magic. She knew the other mages and apostates could feel the power change, but she said nothing. Her thoughts were interrupted when the large entrance door opened. She kept her eyes narrow and kept her head rested on her hand, watching as the two figures came into view with the torches that lit the large room. Her face remained unchanged as she saw Cassandra and Solas come into view. Cassandra still wore her Inquisition armor, though it was now battered and faded. She looked at Solas, the clothing he wore was similar to what he wore before, though now he was in a white robe that was open at the chest, revealing the jaw bone. White fur was draped over his right should that tucked into a leather belt at his waist which surprisingly had no weapons holstered. He had black pants that were tucked into boots that reached the middle of his leg. She looked at his face, it seemed unchanged though he now had hair. It was long and black, pinned together at the back and both sides of his head shaved, small skull was on his forehead where his hairline was. She watched his face, a small smile was played on his lips, though she did not return it. She waited until they were half way before she stood, watching his reaction as the dress pooled at her feet, dragging behind her as she took silent steps, the fabric moved between her thighs, revealing her legs as she walked. His eyebrow rose, he watched her as she walked to him. She closed the distance in a matter of seconds, balling her right fist and connecting it to his jaw. She gave a quick look at his reaction, he was shocked but managed to conceal it well, satisfied she turned and made her way to the study. Calling out to Cassandra before disappearing into the room, not checking to see if he followed.
"We will talk when I am done, inform Leliana you have arrived."
She walked into the study, her heart skipping a beat, it was the first time she willed herself to fully walk into the room. Her body tensed for a moment before she shook it off, she flicked her wrist causing the torches to come to life around the room. She sat against the desk, arms placed at her sides, gripping the edge. It was now she cursed herself for wearing a revealing dress. Seconds later he came through the door, closing it behind him before standing across from her, keeping his distance. She cocked her head to the side, letting stray hairs fall.
"Dirtha." Her voice was demanding and laced with anger, she wanted to hit him again, but she remained planted where she was. She felt the magic in her hum. He looked her over once more, curious then shaking his head, wiping all emotion.
"You know what I wish to ask. I wish for the people to come here, to home."
"A home you wish to rule? Would you kick the people who live here now out?" His stance changed, clearly agitated, he placed his hands behind his back.
"If there would be a problem to arise, then yes." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him.
"You forget, this is not your domain. It is mine."
"A domain I led you to." He snapped at her, a low growl came from him.
"One you gave to me." He took a step towards, standing within arms reach of her.
"One I will take back if I must."
She flicked her wrist, sending him into the far wall behind him. She now stood, taking a couple steps forward before stopping, watching as he stood, anger and shock.
"You threaten the good people who live here, you threaten me Dread Wolf." She saw the disgust in his face at the name. "I would open the doors to our kin but I will not kick out those who have made a home here. This place is sanctuary, not a place you can fill your hurt pride in." Her voice was seething anger. Her fingers tingled as the electricity came to life in her hands. His eyes snapped to her hand, lingering before meeting her now confident gaze. He then sent a ball of fire at her, but she flicked her wrist causing it to disintegrate. In that moment he was standing in front of her. She lifted her hand, electricity now dancing in her hand, when he grabbed her wrist. His eyes were a darkened grey, he was towering over her.
"How?" She let a cold laugh come from her causing him to clench his jaw.
"You don't recognize your own power?" He stilled, giving her the chance to shove him with a little force with her left hand. Making him take a couple steps back and releasing her wrist. She watched a ray of emotions go over his face. "You can sleep here, I'll send one of the maids to offer you assistance. We're done for now." She turned on her heal and walked to the door, but before she could reach it he was standing in front of her blocking the exit. He leaned against the door, crossing his arms.
"We are not done, da'len." She went to hit him again, but he just moved his head slightly causing her to hit the door behind him. She glared at him, before stepping back and placing a hand on her hip.
"Ara seranna-ma?"
"Ar'an ane tel'din, ma vhenan." Anger flared through her, she wiped a bolt of electricity to her right, hitting the small shelf. He raised his eyebrow in amusement.
"Thu Gya ma!"
He pushed himself off the door, keeping his arms crossed and bent down in front of her, a smile still on his face.
"We are not done." He hooked a finger under her chin, making her neck strain as he forced her to look up. His eyes flashed to her lips, then back to her eyes. "How do you have my power? I took the anchor from you." She jerked her head out of his grasp, she sent another bolt of electricity to the wall again. Curling her hands into fists, turning her back to him.
"What other choice did I have?" Her voice was quiet but it dripped in anger. "You left again, no word of what your plan was." She could feel herself shaking with anger.
"I did say I was coming back." She spun, her braid coming undone letting her hair fall around her. She placed a finger on his chest, glaring up at him, small bits of electricity danced at her finger tip.
"HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT WAS YOUR WORD! HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW YOU WOULDN'T COME BACK WITH AN ARMY! HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW YOU WOULD COME TO ME!" He went to speak but she sent a small wave of electricity into him as a warning she was not finished. "NO! I WILL FINISH." She took a breath, letting her voice lower. "You left me Solas. You told me things in riddles and rhymes. You never once told me the truth, I had to figure it out, and when you couldn't contain the lie anymore that's when you told me and left, again! You let your own pain and pride cloud your judgement while you condemn those around you, for what? For redemption? There is no redemption for slaughtering countless races, just to restore your own!" She took her hand back, walking to the desk and whipping a book across the room. "I took the orb in hopes it would give me answers. It took me months to piece it back together and months to tap into the remaining power. It was the piece of you that you lost when the orb shattered, it gave itself to me, it believed when I wished to save you!" She walked away from the desk, and headed for the couch on the opposite side of the room. She stretched one leg and brought the other knee up, resting a hand on it. The sides of the dress fell to the floor as the center place rested between her legs. She watched him through her glare, he dropped his gaze, the tips of his ears going red. Her mouth twitched in approval. She closed her eyes and continued. "You left me Solas. Leaving me to believe any possibility would happen. I want our kin restored, but not at the expense of others. Can't this be enough for now? Can't we teach them the ways of old and go from there? Ar nuven halani. Creators eolasa Fen'Harel ir'verem…"
A tears escaped, but she let them fall, she could hear him moving, suddenly her eyes snapped open when his thumb brushed a tear out of the way. He was no longer smiling, his brows were furrowed together and he looked at her, pain laced his features.
"Ar nuven ma revas o min nu. Ar nuven ma sul'ema mar self la'var ar ema. Ma ane tel'din u la'var ma sil."
"Ar tel'nuvena lin, ar nuvena atish."
"Lasa em halani ma." She gave him a soft smile, the anger was gone, this man made her so furious yet she could let it disappear in an instant. He stared at her, brushing back some of her hair. He met her gaze again, then stood taking a step back, he let his head hang, his hands now resting at his sides. When he spoke it was barley a whisper.
"Ahnsul ma sul'ema em?" She stood in front of him, placing her hand on the jaw bone that rested on his chest. He brought his hand to hers as she played with the bone between her fingers.
"Elvyr. Ar lath, Fen'Harel."
Ahnsul ma garas - Why do you come
Ar esaya mar halani - I seek your help
Ahnsul ar halani a esha'lin - why would I help a child
Ar ladanem mar foci ma sul'ema - I fixed your orb when you would give up
Thu gya ma - How dare you
Ma eolasa banal ma dirtha - You know nothing of which you speak
Ar laiem lath I Fen'Harel - I fell in love with you Dread Wolf
Ma ema ma vhenan - you have my heart
Tel din athlan em mah sule ma itha em - do not call me that until you see me.
Dirtha - speak
Thu gya ma - How dare you
Ar'an ane tel'din - we ar enot done
Ara seranna ma - excuse me
Ar nuven halani - i wish to help
Eolasa ir'verem - Know stole my heart (Creators know Dread Wolf stole my heart )
Ar nuven ma revas o min nu - I wish you free from this pain
Ar nuven ma sul'ema mar self la'var ar ema - I wish you forgive yourself as I have
Ma ane tel'din u la'var ma sil - You are not alone as you thought
Ar tel'nuvena lin, ar nuvena atish - I do not wish for blood, i wish for peace
Lasa em halani ma - let me help you
Ahnsul ma sul'ema em - Why do you for give me
Elvyr. Ar lath - Simple. I love you Dread Wolf.