A.N: Fair warning, some slight torture in this chapter. Also, program keeps changing torture to torcher, no idea why.

They had managed to get almost most of the elves through the eluvian which was in the lower levels of Skyhold, before it happened. Somehow, they had learned they were leaving that night, somehow, they had slipped on their plans. Solas and her stood on each side of the mirror, ushering the elves through, urging them to run faster and to not stop once on the other side. They had gotten the children and women through first, making sure that none were left behind before the men piled through.

She could see the Inquisition soldiers barrelling towards them, they were coming to fast for them to get through. It would be to easy for some to follow through before they could break the mirror on the other side.

As the last elf ran through Solas stood in front, before he could do anything she brought his lips to hers before pushing him through the mirror, the look of fear as he realized what she was going to do.

"Ir abelas Vhenan."

With that he disappeared through the mirror. She grabbed the edge and threw it to the ground causing the glass to shatter just in time for the soldiers to grab her, quickly restraining her hands behind her back, dragging her out of the small corridor. She glanced over her shoulder, the light glow of the mirror fading each step she took. Pain rang through her chest, the chance of seeing him and her people would take a miracle.

She was ushered up the steps and up into the main hall where Cullen, Leliana and Cassandra stood just in front of the throne. Her knees were kicked out from beneath her making her fall to ground, pain came but she bit her lip, holding back the hiss she wanted to give.

Their faces told her they had just found out not long ago, that the hurt they felt was beyond what she could imagine. The thing is, she could imagine that pain, that feeling of betrayal taken in a single moment. She gave a soft chuckle, earning a shot to the side of her face, instantly she tasted blood, it only made her smile more as she spat off to the side.

"So, this is what you do?" she looked over them though their faces never changed. "I wish to free my people and in return you want to what? Restrain them? Imprison them?"

"We could have liked more time to coordinate time to make sure everyone was safe, to make sure certain supplies were given." Cassandra's voice remined void of emotion but it only made her laugh.

"You mean you wanted to make sure supplies weren't being stolen. If you are going as far as to restrain me at least treat me with some respect and speak truths." She spat the words with anger at them.

"Where have your people gone, Lavellan." Leliana stepped down approaching her, arms behind her back.

"I see I am no longer the Inquisitor." Anger faired in the spymaster's eyes.

"You no longer deserved that title when you led an army under our noses."

"You wanted to free your people and instead you cling to his side and lead an army to a land where they could prepare." This time she laughed, genuine. It seemed manic, and maybe a part of it was, but the part that cared for her fellow companions, the part that wanted to reason with them was gone. They were no longer her friends, they now saw her for who she really was and they didn't like it.

"I freed our people. I would gladly do it again, with or without Fen'Harels help." She watched as they flinched at the name which only made her smile more. "You've all betrayed me, you've all hurt me in ways that could never be repaired, including him. Yet he still stands with me, willing to find a way, and in that we freed our people from slavery, from abuse. I led an army? No, I led people to a home they have no fear of being condemned to slavery. Ever. Again."

"Where have they gone?"

She remained silent, only glaring at Leliana. She had told them they were to go live among the forests, somewhere deep where no traveler would stumble upon them. It wasn't a lie, it was quite hard to find the Temple of Mythal unless you knew what you were looking for. With the barriers, they planned up it would now be nearly impossible to find, no matter how hard you look, you would end up in the same place before, just wandering in circles until you left. Leliana grabbed a chunk of her hair, bringing her up so her knees were barley lifted above the ground.

"I will have answers." Dropping her she ordered the guards to bring her to one of the cells. It was amusing to her as they half dragged her away. The people who swore to stand by her decisions, to stand by her in the darkest time now turned their backs on her. How far the Inquisition has fallen, how much their belief crumbled at their feet. Before she was out of ear range she shouted, stilling everyone including the guards holding her for a brief moment.

"Fen'Harel will come for me, and I pray that he does not spare you." At that she was taken down the stairs once more. They tossed her at the far end of the hallway, keeping her hands bound as they shoved her into the cell. She waited for the sound of their steps to be completely faded before shimmering her hands out and over her legs. Reaching to her hip she grabbed the small dagger that was hidden. Damn fools forgot to search her.

Cutting through the ropes she fumbled for the small amulet that laid against her chest, if there was one person who would be on her side, it would be him. As powerful as Solas was, he still needed an ally, one she trusted without a second of doubt.

"Dorian?" she waited a moment before saying his name again, she knew it was late, but if her voice didn't say desperation enough he wouldn't wake. "Dorian…."

"Zathiria? You do realize it is very late."

"Dorian, listen and listen close, it's urgent and I don't know how long I have." She realized she had even less time as she heard Leliana and Cassandra shouting at the guards. "Find Solas, contact him in any way, do it fast, please Dorian, he will explain everything, tell him 'Fen'Harels Vhenan ghi'la ma.' He will know what it means. I beg you don't listen to what they will tell you, please." She was standing as they opened the cell. She could hear Dorian shouting on the other end, but it was quickly taken from her. Cassandra was already walking away talking into the amulet, presumably trying to get from him what she told him.

Leliana stepped forward, taking the small dagger from her hand. With a quick movement of her hand the hilt of the dagger hit the side of her head, making her fall to her knees, her vision blurred before going black.

Opening her eyes, she found herself hanging by her wrists in the air. Her hands were tightly bound together, looking up she noticed it was chains that held her in place, she was maybe a couple inches off the ground, just enough her feet couldn't touch the floor. She was in a simple grey cotton gown; the straps were thin and it was quite short reaching her mid thigh. Her hair hung around her face, messy and knotted. Blinking away the dark spots she saw Leliana standing off to the side, an array of weapons laid out upon the table. Her mind flashed back to when she found her being torchered by the mages when her and Dorian were sent back in time. Shaking her head, she watched as Leliana picked a medium curved blade.

"This does not give me pleasure, I assure you, but I know you would not break under, normal, situations." She brought the dagger to her arm, pressing hard enough to draw blood, she held back a hissing noise, leaving just a blank expression on her face.

"You will get nothing from me Spymaster." She felt another stabbing pain in her arm, though she never broke eye contact, making sure the woman before her understood her words.

There were no windows so she couldn't make out how long she had been there. They had given her just enough food and water to make her last, but she could only assume they were growing impatient as they started to bring food and water further and further apart.

Her body trembled, fully exhausted it only trembled in waves as though to remind her of what her body had endured. Fresh wounds littered her body, she would have scars everywhere if they were not treated soon, not that they would care. The only part of her that wasn't marked was her face, some how they just couldn't bring themselves to mark her face.

She no longer had a gown on, it became a nuisance as they ran out of skin to cut, mame and tear. She heard the door open but she did not lift her head, she had no energy nor wanted to converse with anyone, she had barley spoken a word since it all began, only making small remarks here and there. Each of them had their own style of torture. For Leliana it was anything sharp, didn't matter how big or small if it had an edge. For Cassandra, it was her own fists, leaving her body bruised and battered, causing old cuts to open once more. Cullen, he mostly talked to her, as though trying to gain back her trust in hopes of her consoling in him, but she knew the game to well. She felt a finger under her chin, it was Leliana today. As tired as she was, her mind still remained strong, refusing to give into her hands.

"Do you feel like talking today Lavellan?" She all but rolled her eyes. Dropping her chin, she moved to grab another blade. It was always the same, ask the question over and over, cut her over and over. There was something in the way she spymaster moved though, it seemed almost urgent. Lifting her head, she rested it against her arm, watching the woman intently. Before she could say anything, Liliana's hand covered her mouth, making her arch an eyebrow before she felt the pain, her eyes widened as her scream muffled in the palm of the woman's hand. After a moment she released her hand, certain that the scream wouldn't come again. Looking down she saw a long dagger sticking out from her left rib. She knew that she was stubborn but she had never expected this, drawing out torture for as long as possible was the best outcome, not to kill the person for lack of communicating.

She felt a cloth being shoved into her mouth, gagging her. She held another blade and slowly this time, pushed it into her right rib. She wanted to scream again, but, because of the rag all that came out was a muffled whimper. It was then she realized the urgency in Leliana, why she had so suddenly switched tactics. Something was wrong, someone was here. It was then she tried to let her ears tune in to the castle, she could hear the faintest of yelling. Her eyes flickered back to the woman standing in front of her, her vision was blurring and spots began to form. She was losing to much blood, her breathing became hard, it was when she realized the precision, the placement of the daggers, she had pierced her lungs. She tried to keep her eyes open, willingly them to stay long enough to prove she was fighting harder than anything to stay alive.

She watched as Leliana spun around, glancing up she saw him, he was angry, but when his eyes landed on her the fury that over came him told her the spymaster wouldn't live. His eyes glowed that silver blue, the power of Fen'Harel was pouring off of him so much she could feel it in waves across the room. When it hit her it seemed to envelop her as though a warm blanket.

She had told him what she had seen in the future, where Corypheus had won. To see that done to her, she could only imagine what he felt. She noticed someone else standing in the doorway, and if she could she would smile as she saw her favorite Tervinter mage. She watched through blurred vision as Leliana charged at Solas while Dorian made a sprint towards her, she felt herself falling, noticing how the chains had been ripped apart at the flick of his wrist. He caught her just in time before she hit the floor.

He took the rag out of her mouth making her cough. She gave a weak smile at him. He withdrew the blades from her chest, the pain no longer there, but she was fading, and fast. She felt a soft wave of magic flow over her, the fibers of her body weaving back together, but not fast enough. With a shaky breath she spoke, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Thank you." She let her eyes fall closed, she could hear more shouting. There was always shouting, why wouldn't there be faint whispers, or sweet talking. Always shouting.

Always shouting.