This is my idea if our Inquisitor was part of the old Elvhen Empire, and like Solas, Mythal and the Fake Gods, survived Fen'Harel's Veil.

Ih'tal is Mythal's sister who has been in deep sleep for centuries after Fen'Harel destroyed the world with The Veil and separating the Fade. She was one of the lesser "Gods" but one who worked in the shadows for the oppressed and the slaves. She woke up 10 years before Solas, and although she was still weak, she has wandered around Thedas and experienced the humans, the new elven and the dwarves. Although she was devastated by losing her home, she has found a new one in Thedas.

Ih'tal is aware of Mythal and Fen'harel's collaboration, but do not know what goal they hope to achieve. She was at the Conclave to learn more and thereby stopped Corypheus where she got the mark.

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English is not my mother tongue, so I deeply regret the grammatical errors or other word compositions that does not make sense. Finally, give feedback if something comes up. Thank you!

Chapter 1:

Ih'tal gazed at her green-marked hand, captivated by the entrancing yet demanding green glow. It had been weeks since she received the mark, yet her fascination and curiosity remained as intense as when it first appeared.

Raising her eyes, she noticed Solas observing her. His expression held the same familiar curiosity that had become a part of her interactions with him. She regarded him thoughtfully. Solas was an enigma—Fen'Harel from the ancient world, now known as Solas. It was a challenge to reconcile the myth with the man standing across from her. Mythal, her sister, had been a close ally to Solas and was said to be his old friend. Despite Mythal's desires, Ih'tal wasn't certain whether their connection had ever evolved beyond friendship. She pondered whether their secret remained guarded or if their differing perspectives kept them apart.

Solas remained unaware that Ih'tal knew his true identity, or that she was one of the ancient Elvhen who had survived the Veil. The memories of that time stirred uneasy emotions that she preferred not to dwell upon, especially under the scrutiny of those around her.

Presently, they resided in their new home, Skyhold. Liliana, Solas, and Varric were gathered in the spymaster's chambers, engrossed in discussions about plans to unite elves and dwarves through their spies—a strategy aimed at strengthening the Inquisition's forces.

"Listen, Nightingale! Your opinions about the Deep Roads and the Dwarves are irrelevant," Varric exclaimed, his usually jovial demeanor replaced with impatience. Liliana, arms crossed, stood her ground.

"It's my responsibility to explore all potential avenues and characteristics of the different factions," Liliana retorted, her tone unyielding. Varric's protests about the dwarves' reliability were met with her unwavering resolve.

"It's clear we're at an impasse. Discuss this further with Harding if you're both in agreement," Varric conceded.

Ih'tal wished the meeting would end. Solas's unwavering gaze remained fixated on her, while Liliana and Varric's exchange devolved into a back-and-forth argument. The days in Haven had been long, and the journey to Skyhold even longer. From being a discreet orchestrator in the background, Ih'tal had transformed into the public face of the Inquisition. Although she wasn't a Green-Eyed elf, her passion for justice, freedom, and liberation of slaves earned her a pivotal role. Adjusting to this new level of exposure proved challenging.

"Let's conclude for now. The Inquisitor is fatigued, and our progress has halted. We can reconvene tomorrow after everyone has had adequate rest," Solas interjected quietly, his words carrying weight. Although Ih'tal appreciated his concern, his ability to read her so keenly unsettled her. She had her own secrets, and while she knew of his actions as Fen'Harel in the old Elvhen Empire, she wasn't sure whether he knew anything of her.

The consensus to postpone the meeting was reached, with Varric exiting in frustration and Liliana nodding her agreement. As they departed, Ih'tal exchanged quiet farewells with Solas and followed him down the stairs towards his open room.

However, before she could reach her own chambers, she felt a gentle hand on her arm. "If you'll permit me, Inquisitor, I'd appreciate a moment of your time."

Solas's gaze was intent, and despite their flirtations, she felt a twinge of discomfort being alone with him. His revelation about the Elven orb Corypheus used had raised more questions than answers, and while she recognized the knowledge he held, it wasn't yet time for direct inquiries.

"Of course," she replied, allowing him to lead the conversation. Solas's request for a private dialogue surprised her, highlighting his desire to forge a connection amidst the uncertainty. "I value the guidance and support you provide, Solas."

His lips quirked into a small, appreciative smile. "I know, and I am humbled by your trust, Inquisitor. But I sense a disturbance in you. Tell me, are you all right?"

She was moved by his concerns and told him earnestly, "I find myself grappling with unfamiliar territory. While I'm committed to our mission against Corypheus and believe in the power of this mark, I've never been at ease in the spotlight."

Solas's gaze held a mixture of understanding and empathy. "It's a weighty role that fate has bestowed upon you. The eyes of many are upon you, watching your every move, analyzing your every decision. It's natural to feel the pressure."

Ih'tal nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she found solace in his words. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm truly the right person for this. The Inquisition is a force for good, but the responsibility feels... overwhelming."

Solas's voice was gentle, a soothing balm to her insecurities. "You are not alone in this, Ih'tal. We stand beside you, offering our support and our strengths. You have brought together a diverse group, each with their own talents and experiences. It is through unity that we shall overcome."

She met his gaze, a glimmer of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Solas. Your presence and wisdom mean more to me than you realize."

Solas's lips curved into a sincere smile. "It is my privilege to stand by your side, Inquisitor. You possess a remarkable strength—one that comes not just from the mark on your hand, but from the depths of your character."

Stepping away from him and turning her back, she continued, "I have a sister who once championed justice and love, but in her pursuit of peace, she compromised her principles. This war blurred her sense of right and wrong, and she lost her way. It's a path I don't want to tread."

Ih'tal hadn't spoken of Mythal in years. The world viewed her sister as a benevolent figure, a goddess of love and protection. But Ih'tal knew the truth—the self-serving Mythal who manipulated situations for personal gain. Ih'tal recalled the first time Mythal mentioned Fen'Harel, the one who captured her sister's attention. It was an unfamiliar experience to hear Mythal speak highly of someone else. Ih'tal's curiosity about Fen'Harel had grown, and she was intrigued by his role in dismantling the False Gods of tyranny.

The Dread Wolf was both Mythal's salvation and downfall, ultimately leading to her demise at the hands of the False Gods. Yet, the reason behind Fen'Harel's actions, whether driven by love or other motives, remained shrouded in mystery.

Solas met her gaze as she turned to face him, sensing the grief in her eyes. His compassionate expression prompted Ih'tal to speak her truth, to seek understanding and closure about his connections.

"Your revelations about yourself and your studies intrigue me. If you're willing, I'd like to learn more," she said, her voice steady, suppressing the emotions that threatened to surface.

Solas offered a gentle smile. "You continue to surprise me. Very well, let us converse—preferably in a more engaging setting."