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Denerim - the capital of Ferelden, as well as arlat. Andrastians call it a holy city because it is here that the bride of the Maker was born. Home to nobles and commoners alike, it is a willing destination for travelers visiting the marketplace, mage stores, armorers, and brothels. However, a visit is only for the brave, as the unwary risk being robbed at best or having their throats slit in a dark alley at worst. A veritable city of extremes, where at the main square the Chantry sisters preach the doctrines of the Maker's mercy, and the elves squeezed into the Alienages are purged from time to time to eliminate the overpopulation. Ferelden's predilection for personal freedom has resulted in a relaxation of law enforcement functions and the general conduct of society. The royal patrol was focused on defending the city and keeping order rather than enforcing the law. With time, this began to change, but only the most serious crimes are punished, while the minor ones are ignored and guards allow the citizens to solve them in their own way. Denerim has always been a paradise for merchants and other "entrepreneurs" due to the lack of trade regulations. If you paid taxes you could trade at will. Institutions such as brothels and gambling houses were not only tolerated but required. 

The city has mostly recovered from the battle with the darkspaws and Archdemon himself that took place here ten years ago, but there were still traces of the battle in some places. Burnt-down buildings or entire streets covered with rubble were silent testimonies of the past nightmare. 

Walking through the stark buildings, Varric found himself longing for Kirkwall. He smiled slightly. He must be getting old if this ridiculous city evoked such sentiment in him. He had heard somewhere that everyone whitewashes the image of their childhood home in their mind as time goes by. Today he had to admit that there was a grain of truth in that. 

He stopped for a moment and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket with the exact address of the meeting. He had a chance to visit the capital of Ferelden only once and it was a long time ago, but the instructions were clear enough that he had no problem with getting there. The Inn of the Gnawed Noble was like a mix between the Hanged Man and one of those "better" inns where the elite of Kirkwall drank middle-class wine. Here the local elite came to forget the horrors of ten years ago. At almost every table sat someone telling what had happened then. The dwarf knew that much of the story was exaggerated or made up, but it gave an idea of the people's mental state. He approached the bar ordering a pint of pale ale. He thanked the generously endowed barmaid and when he got his order he took a sip of the bitter liquid. He looked around carefully feeling sorry for these people. They had not yet recovered from the tragedy of a decade ago and a new, perhaps even worse threat was on the horizon. He took another sip and waited. This time his gaze lingered on the slowly fading white foam. 

-You know you could have just sent me a copy of your latest book. 

He suddenly heard a familiar warm voice. Another thing he was missing. Damn, he was really getting old. Then again, the last few months had rather not spoiled him so he didn't guard against a little nostalgia. He lifted his gaze. Blue eyes scowled at him for a moment, then fled to the barmaid. 

-But then you would lose the opportunity to be in my company. - he replied gallantly. - I don't think you'd want to miss it, Hawke. 

The Champion turned to him and a sincere smile graced her cherry lips. 

-Never in my life. - she replied and, raising the freshly delivered tankard to the top, took a solid sip. Varric did not remain indebted to her. Hawke sighed quietly. - It's been a long time since you asked for a direct meeting. The matter must be serious. Could it be that the Seeker is pestering you again to reveal my whereabouts? 

The dwarf shook his head negatively. After getting the situation in Kirkwall under control and getting rid of knight-commander Meredith, Varric decided to publish as it later turned out his most famous book, " Tale of the Champion" . At that time he did not know that he had attracted the attention of quite powerful people. As news of the situation in Kirkwall spread, riots began in the Circles of Magi throughout Thedas. One of the Seekers, Casandra Pentagast, reached him and gave him a detailed and unpleasant interrogation. Varric informed Hawke of this and the two stated that they would limit their meetings to correspondence. The assassination attempt at the Temple of the Sacred Ashes and the open rebellion of the mages verified this decision somewhat. 

-Hawke, Corypheus returned. 

The Champion was just raising the tankard to her lips. Her hand froze halfway and with a slow-motion, she set the beverage down. One of the springy black strands landed behind her ear guided by the nervous reflex of her fingers. Varric furrowed his brow. He did not read the surprise in her face. 

- You knew? - he asked after a moment. 

- I had my suspicions. They were confirmed when I made contact with Aliana. 

Varric remembered that Hawke had mentioned the meeting in letters. Aliana Amell was the Grey Warden who had saved Denerim and all of Ferelden from the Archdemon by ending the Fifth Blight. It also just so happened that Aliana was Hawke's cousin. The Champion tried to contact her family to help Bethany. The Grey Warden was a mage, so it seemed like a good idea. 

- Ever since the disaster at the Conclave, things had started to accelerate like an avalanche coming down from the mountains. - she explained. - I quickly added two to two and realized that Corypheus had by some miracle survived our encounter. 

The dwarf sighed loudly. 

-You have already started acting, haven't you? - he asked although he knew the answer well. Hawke would not leave the matter to its fate. Of that he was sure. 

-Aliana went in search of a cure for the Calling. She left Corypheus' case to me and Logain. 

-Logain is helping you? 

-Yes. 

-All the more reason for you to join us. Together, maybe we can finally send Corypheus to his grave. 

- "Us"? - the Champion wondered. 

Varric raised his right hand and scraped the back of his head with it awkwardly. 

-I sort of...joined the Inquisition. - said quietly. Hawke smiled slightly analyzing the situation. 

-I heard that Haven was destroyed. - she answered after a while. 

-The Inquisitor survived even though a whole mountain fell on his head. - explained the dwarf and then added. - He is a tough one I must admit. I think you two will get along. 

The Champion smiled again, but there was sadness in her blue eyes. Varric took a moment to smile back. He sensed where her thoughts had gone. In one of her last letters, Hawke had mentioned that she had lost Anders. The information was short and to the point, mentioned somewhere between the lines of text. She did not reveal how it had happened as if she herself did not want to believe it. Apparently, she needed time to cope with that. 

She took another sip of beer in silence. 

-You're right. - she answered after a long moment. - Joining forces is the most sensible thing to do in this case. 

The sadness seemed to be gone or buried under a layer of focus and purpose. Perhaps that and the knowledge that she had to protect her little sister still kept the Champion alive. Varric, however, subconsciously sensed that there must be something more. 

-Where is the headquarters of this Inquisition now? - she asked, snapping the dwarf out of his reverie. 

-The Frosty Ridge Mountains. You'll see you'll like it there. - a small smile crossed his face. Hawke furrowed her brow and then smiled slightly. 

-I will make the necessary preparations and meet you there. - she said. 

Varric gulped down the entire contents of his tankard and with a slight nod left the inn.

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The day was unusually sunny and warm, which was certainly not common in the high parts of the mountains. It was as if the weather itself wanted to relieve the tired and frightened people. The events of the past weeks could break many spirits. In fact, they almost did. The destruction of Haven had claimed dozens of lives. It almost claimed his own. To this day, he dreamed of icy cold corridors trying to confine him in a frozen tomb, or heaps of snow ripping the last breath from his lungs. The nightmarish images are many and he has grown accustomed to them, but one thing has always made him afraid to close his eyes each night. The feeling of petrifying, immobilizing cold. These needles of ice, penetrating the smallest part of his body accompanied him with every dream. If fate was kind, it sent him into a dreamless lethargy. On the worse nights, he woke with a silent scream. A shudder ran through his body, and the hope of an early morning smoldered in his mind. 

He walked towards the main hall, passing workers on his way. The Skyhold was slowly beginning to look like a fully-fledged Inquisition headquarters. They still had a long way to go, but the first steps had been taken. Bright green eyes watched the wooden scaffolding supporting parts of new and old structures. Everyone he passed stopped for a moment and bowed to him. He himself responded with a slight bow. He would never get used to it. He was an Inquisitor, a leader, a strategist, but in the eyes of many people gathered in the fortress he was above all a Chosen One. A Herald marked by Andraste herself who would lead them to victory. If this was true then the Maker's bride must have been truly desperate. He stopped for a moment outside the main door feeling pain in his left hand. A distinctive cracking sound came to his ears. He grabbed his wrist with the fingers of his right hand and groaned quietly. The brown bearskin glove thankfully muffled the greenish glow. The Anchor was making its presence known again. His curse, capable of saving the world. Fortunately, the incident was brief and no one noticed it. He sighed quietly and straightening his posture headed inside the fortress. 

The main hall welcomed him with more scaffolding to which the hired engineers attached informative notes. The rays of the midday sun coming through the colorful stained glass windows illuminated the interior with pleasant hues. At the end of the endlessly stretching dusty floor, there was a sizeable armchair. When he first saw it, he cringed aloud. He was Andraste's chosen, one sitting on his own throne. Even in his mind, it sounded absurd. However, he came from a noble family and knew full well what the power of the image was. For the Inquisition to achieve what it was created to do, it had to have a leader. A leader who was an inspiration and worth following. He had to be that leader. 

His three advisors were already waiting for him. 

- Preparations are going according to plan, Inquisitor. - Cullen spoke. - Cyclical patrols are already established. We have also secured supplies of lyrium for our templars. The supply chain should not be interrupted. 

- It'll be a while before this place is more... hospitable. - saying this Josephine looked around. As if she felt responsible for the current state of affairs. - Fortunately, the major renovations are almost complete and Gatsi has promised me that all the scaffolding will be gone by tomorrow. 

- I'm sure you're already thinking about the colors of the curtains and the new carpets, right Josey? - Leliana asked with a smile. 

- I just want the Inquisitor to be able to receive the ambassadors in a proper fashion. - explained Josephine. 

The Inquisitor smiled sincerely. 

- I'm sure you can warm up the place ambassador Montilyet. - he said. Josephine sighed as if in relief. 

- Before we go into a decorating frenzy, we must learn as much as we can about our enemy. - Cullen said. 

- While we are on the subject... - everyone's eyes went to Varric who walked in. -...I know someone who could help us with that. All those inspirational speeches jogged my memory so I contacted an old friend. Her paths had already crossed with Corypheus so I suppose she could help. 

-I will gladly accept a new ally. - admitted the Inquisitor. - Introduce me. 

Varric looked back uncertainly and then said: 

-Parading through the middle of the fortress may cause unnecessary agitation. It'll be better if you talk in private. I have arranged a meeting on the battlements. - he turned and muttered as he left. - Trust me, it's... complicated. 

-I wonder who already had contact with this spawn. - Josephine wondered. 

-If that's who I'm thinking of, Kasandra will kill Varric. - said Leliana thoughtfully. 

The Inquisitor furrowed his brow. He was also intrigued. 

-Is there anything else that needs my attention? - he asked. All the advisors nodded in the negative. - In that case, return to your work. 

-Yes, Inquisitor. - they all answered at once and bowed slightly. Andraste, save him. He really won't get used to this. 

He immediately headed for the battlements not wanting to postpone the meeting. Varric was already waiting for him. Next to the dwarf stood his mysterious friend. She was leaning against the walls gazing at the square below. As he walked down the small stairs she turned slowly. Her wavy black hair was up in a low round bun, but the constant wind caused a few stray strands to brush against her pale face. Two blue eyes gazed at him intently as if assessing what kind of person he was. The outfit she was wearing he had seen only in illustrated books. However, he recognized it at once. The Champions of the Free March cities wore such clothes. Metal pieces glittered in the harsh sunlight and a collection of straps and buckles kept the whole in perfect order. Two twin daggers protruded from behind her back, completing the image. 

-Inquisitor, meet Hawke, The Champion of Kirkwall. - Varric introduced the woman. 

-I no longer use that title. Marian Hawke will do. - she spoke in a warm melodious voice. Her gaze never left the silhouette of the Inquisitor. 

-Ayden Trevelyan. - the man introduced himself more precisely. He was slightly taller than her, but he did not tower over her. His carefully styled copper hair betrayed that he was not from an ordinary farming family. His light, leather outfit hid a well-sculpted figure, which suggested a seasoned fighter. This was also confirmed by the scar crossing the left side of his face. The thin band started above the eyebrow and went in a straight line to the middle of the cheek. It was a miracle that the bright green eye was not damaged. Her thoughts were interrupted by the dwarf's voice. 

-Hawke this is the Inquisitor. I believe you will have some advice related to Corypheus. We fought him after all. - Varric said and then moved away slightly giving both of them the freedom to talk. Hawke turned slowly and, leaning against the walls again, looked back at the square. 

-You've already dropped half a mountain on the bastard. I'm sure anything I can tell you pales in comparison. 

Despite the sarcasm of her statement, Ayden could hear the unusual weariness in her voice. She turned around after a moment. 

-So what would you like to hear? - the question made him realize that he had been silent for too long. He straightened up and put his arms on his chest. 

-Varric said you fought Corypheus before. 

-Fought and killed. He was being held by the Grey Wardens, but somehow used the connection to the darkspawn to influence them. 

Standing off to the side, Varric was just taking a sip of some liquor. He came closer. 

-The Coryphaeus has messed with their heads. He turned Wardens against each other. - he interjected. 

-If the Wardens are gone, it may be that Corypheus is controlling them again. - Hawke said thoughtfully. 

-This is not good news. - admitted the Inquisitor. 

-We need to be sure. I have a friend among the Wardens, Logaine. He's been investigating an unrelated matter for me. The last time I spoke with him he was concerned about corruption within their ranks. Since then, nothing. 

-Do you think Logain disappeared with the Wardens? – Varric asked. 

-No. He told me he was going to hide in an old smuggler's cave near Crestwood. 

-So we have to check it out. - the Inquisitor said. - Thank you for your help. 

-I'm doing this as much for myself as for you. - Hawke admitted. Her blue eyes were filled with determination. - Corypheus is my responsibility. I thought I killed him. This time I'll make sure he stays dead. 

Ayden furrowed his forehead in surprise. Her private responsibility? Why did she think she was responsible for this darkspawn? 

-Hawke, You couldn't have foreseen that... - he began, but the Champion quickly interrupted him. 

-The Grey Wardens imprisoned him. They used my father's blood to seal him, but he still managed to influence their minds and send them in pursuit of me. My blood returned his freedom. - she fell silent for a moment. - It's not that I thought I killed him. He lay dead on the ground. Maybe his connection to the Blight somehow brought him back to life, or he used some old Tevinter's magic, but he was dead I swear! - the last words were filled with desperation. 

-You can't keep torturing yourself with that, Hawke. - Varric said. - I was there too, Bethany was there and... - he bit his tongue at the last moment. Mentioning Anders right now was not the smartest idea. 

Marian clenched her teeth. 

Shit. 

-We were all sure he was dead. - dwarf finished the thought. 

-This time he stays dead. - the Inquisitor spoke up. Confidence and determination could be heard in his voice. 

Marian leaned her elbows against the walls again. Somewhere downstairs in the training yard, she could hear the clanking of steel and loud shouts of combat drills. 

-Those you lead, those who follow you count on you to save them. - she said calmly. The light wind made her dark wavy hair smudge across her face all the time, but she didn't mind it. - I was responsible for one city, you are responsible for Thedas. - she turned her head slightly, moving her blue eyes to his face. - I do not envy you, Inquisitor. 

Ayden stepped closer to the walls, but his gaze flickered to the mountain peaks illuminated by the setting sun. He clenched his left fist, feeling a slight tingling in his fingers. 

-Corypheus did not succeed in burying me in these mountains. The next time he confronts me, he'll wish he had. - after a moment, he shifted his bright green gaze to the Champion. - We will leave for Crestwood in two days. Until then make yourself at home here. Varric will find you a suitable place to stay. - he said in a slightly warmer tone, then left the walls and headed towards the heart of the fortress. 

-I told you he's a tough one. - said the dwarf when the Inquisitor disappeared from their sight. 

-He has no other choice Varric, and he knows it very well. - Hawke said seriously. - When were you going to tell me he is a templar? - she asked suddenly. 

The dwarf almost choked on his drink. He coughed a few times before he spoke. 

- Would you have come here if you knew? 

Her silence was answer enough. 

- He's a good man Hawke and even a better leader. Someone we need in these shitty times. Stay, and you'll see for yourself. 

Marian looked around the walls of the fortress. Her gaze caught sight of a dozen or so workers who were working hard to patch up a huge hole in one of the walls. 

- Lead me to the place I was promised. - she said after a moment. 

Varric smiled and they both left the walls. 

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White fluff covered the ground. He waded through it, moving forward laboriously. The snow limited his visibility and did not help his sense of direction. The cold penetrated his tired body to the bone. Slowly but steadily he was losing strength and becoming more and more sleepy. Maker, he will freeze here and the hungry wolves would finish the job. He felt his jaws trembling mercilessly. He had to be careful not to bite his tongue off. A searing pain shot through his left hand. He felt as if someone was trying to chop it off with a blunt axe. A greenish glow lit up the area. He fell to his knees clutching his left wrist. His jaws stopped trembling jamming into a tight grip. 

-KNEEL. - spoke a heavy bass voice. He raised his head looking for its owner. Icy snowflakes pressed into his eyes like intrusive insects. He blinked his eyelids, trying to focus. Suddenly, as if on cue, the whirlwind stopped. A dark, slender figure stood before him with glowing eyes. A clawed finger rose toward him. - KNEEL BEFORE YOUR NEW GOD. 

-Never! - he growled in anger. The power trapped in his left hand sought an outlet. - You are not a God. You will never be God! - he shouted and raised his hand. A bright green ray shot out from between his fingers. The figure shielded himself with his arm. The beam disappeared after a moment as if someone had extinguished a candle. The newcomer remained unmoved. Throaty laughter spread through the valley. A huge clawed hand gripped his left wrist and he felt the ground drop away from under his feet. The joint connecting his hand to the rest of his body crackled painfully. 

The torturer's deformed nasty face moved closer. 

-I HAVE COME TO RECLAIM MY PROPERTY. 

In the long fingers of his free hand, he held a round flickering object, which he pressed against the victim's cupped palm. Ayden felt as if thousands of needles were jabbing into every sensitive nerve. The world disappeared. Only he and the agony remained. 

He jerked, opening his eyes violently. He struggled against the blankets for a moment, trying to control his panicked body. When he finally managed to free himself, he looked around. The white surroundings had turned into stone walls, and there was no sign of his dark tormentor. He wrinkled his forehead, trying to focus his chaotic thoughts. His heart was pounding like crazy as if it wanted to jump out of his chest, and his rapid breathing was hard to control. It felt like a day of intense exercise. He swallowed hard trying to calm down. The wooden bed was on his left and he occupied the floorboards covered with a colorful carpet. Instinctively, he glanced at his left hand. The pain was only a distant memory and the mark remained dormant. He sighed in relief and leaned his head against the ornate furniture frame. He closed his eyes for a moment. Another nightmare. This time it was really intense. He glanced towards the window. The sun was already showering the tops of the mountains with its first rays, bringing in a new day. Thank the Maker. A cold shiver ran through him. His aunt Lucille said that such shivers meant death was passing by. Apparently, the dark reaper had chosen another victim today. He clenched his teeth as if gathering strength and got on his feet. He went to the bowl with lukewarm water and splashed his face. Small drops rinse away the remnants of the nightmare, pouring new energy. He dressed in his everyday clothes. Nothing lavish. A gray linen shirt, a leather jacket, warm wool pants, and tall felt-filled boots made up the entire outfit. A maroon scarf completed the looks. He stopped for a moment to look at himself in the scratched mirror. The times when he had worn the sumptuous clothes of the nobility seemed so distant to him now. He did not necessarily miss the uncomfortable laces and tight jackets, but he felt a certain nostalgia. He carefully fixed his tousled hair and headed down the stairs to the main hall. He barely made it past the door and encountered a messenger. The boy bowed slightly. 

-Inquisitor, ambassador Montilyet has informed that Baron Philip De'danmahr has arrived and requests an audience. 

-Did she say exactly what this is about? - Ayden asked. 

-He wants to discuss a trade treaty with the merchant guild of the Free Marches. 

Ayden thought for a moment. The negotiations will not be easy. The merchants are certainly hoping for special treatment from the Inquisitor, who comes from there. However, the arrival of the dignitary at such an early hour could mean that the merchant guild cared a lot about the treaty with the Inquisition, and Ayden could take advantage of that. 

-Okay. You can tell him I'll be right over. - he replied, already forming a plan of negotiation in the back of his mind. 

He wanted to move on, but he saw that the messenger was not moving away. 

- Anything else? - he asked patiently. 

- Commander Cullen wanted to discuss an urgent matter about the troops. 

- I will go to him next. - he announced. - Anything else? 

The messenger was already shifting nervously from foot to foot as if he felt guilty for taking up the Inquisitor's valuable time. 

- Sister Leliana has requested a visit. 

- About what? 

- She didn't tell sir but I've got the impression that it was something urgent. 

- All right... - the Inquisitor was silent for a moment trying hard to remember the boy's name. He had always tried to remember names, but the number of people joining the Inquisition was growing at such a rapid pace that it was becoming more difficult by the day. -... William. - he remembered at the last moment before the silence became too awkward. - It's all right, William. Thank you. - he repeated in a more confident voice. 

- Always at your service, Your Worship. - the boy bowed low, unsuccessfully trying to hide his excitement. The Inquisitor remembered his name. The name of an ordinary messenger. Ayden led him away with green eyes as the boy left the main hall. 

- You will not remember them all. - he heard the hoarse voice of the dwarf and furrowed his brow, shifting his gaze to him. - Such as him, messengers, grey people. I know you try to remember them, but you can't. 

- Perhaps you are right honorable... - Ayden paused as if considering what the dwarf's name was. 

- Alright, alright, I understood the allusion. - said the dwarf. 

The Inquisitor smiled sarcastically. 

-You didn't come here just to point out my limitations Varric. 

-You understand me better than my own brother. - joked the dwarf. - Tomorrow you leave with Hawke to Crestwood. I wish to accompany you. 

The Inquisitor was silent for a moment. You could see in his green eyes that he was considering the dwarf's request. He had no plans to take him and Varric knew it well. Ayden carefully planned each expedition. He calculated the strengths and weaknesses of everyone who accompanied him and tailored them to the situation. The Inquisitor was a brilliant strategist and Varric had to admit that his calculations almost always worked, at least when he was part of the squad. The expedition to Crestwood did not include the dwarf, but Varric did not want to let it go. 

-Why? - Ayden asked. Varric was sensible enough not to pull the wool over his eyes with some colorful story. He knew he would not get anywhere with that. 

-She doesn't trust you. - he spoke plainly. 

Ayden furrowed his brow waiting for further explanation. 

-Don't take it personally. Her history with the templars isn't the most pleasant. 

-As far as I know, the mages weren't very kind either. - the Inquisitor said seriously. 

Varric sighed quietly. There were times when he regretted writing this damned book. 

-That is why I must go with you. You both need me. 

Ayden stared at the dwarf with penetrating green eyes but said nothing. His mind assessed the situation. 

-We leave early in the morning. Be ready. - he said finally. 

-Good decision your Inquisitorness. - Varric replied with satisfaction and, bowing slightly, headed for the exit. Maker's breath even he began to bow already? Ayden didn't know if that was a good or bad sign. He only shook his head and as he walked towards the ambassador Montilyet's residence he arranged possible scenarios for his conversation with the baron in his head. 

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This morning was one of the more pleasant ones. She no longer remembered when she could wake up in her own bed. Since leaving Kirkwall she and Anders had stayed away from the main towns, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to themselves. It worked for a while, but it could not protect them. It could not protect him. Maker's breath, she missed him so much but she stifled the despair that was rising. Anders was already with the Maker, and she had to complete the crusade alone. Those who had taken his life would more than pay for it. She turned to her right side, admiring the snow-capped peaks of the mountains outside the small window. White clouds moved lazily across the blue sky. No wonder people flocked to this place like sheep to a pen. Within the walls of the Skyhold, it was easy to forget about what was going on in the world. It was easy to forget that an insane spawn was wreaking havoc wherever it appeared. She sighed loudly as she rose from her bed and slowly walked over to a large chest of drawers nearby. She opened the wooden lid. On the left was a neatly arranged outfit of the Champion, and on the right was the usual everyday clothing consisting of dark cotton pants, a white linen shirt, and a thin leather vest. Varric had brought this to her as soon as he brought her into this room. He had even managed to get her shoes in the right size. He found that parading around the fortress in the traditional attire of the Champion might attract too many unnecessary stares. By that cursed book of his, he might have been right so Marian didn't protest too much. They wouldn't be leaving for Crestwoodd until tomorrow so she had the whole day at her disposal. After all, she could not spend it in her chamber. Besides, she was honestly curious how the headquarters of Inquisition looked like. She put on her donated clothes, refreshed herself in a small bowl of water, and went outside. The place she was accommodated was the renovated interior of one of the towers, so she decided to start her walk by going around the walls. Along the way, she met several soldiers on patrol who were beginning their morning rounds. As they passed her, they bowed slightly in greeting. She responded with the same and sighed in relief at the lack of recognition in their eyes. In a relatively short time, she reached another tower. Judging by the sounds coming from behind the door, this tower was not empty either. She knocked quietly. 

-Enter. - she heard a muffled male voice. She pressed the handle and stepped inside. A man dressed in huge armor with thick brown fur covering his shoulders was sitting behind a desk, studying some notes. His light blond hair was adorned with some waves. - If you are bringing a report, put it on the desk by the wall. - he said without raising his eyes. Marian opened her mouth but was not able to say anything. In the face of the prolonged silence, the man raised his head. Dark hazel eyes were staring at her questioningly. Recognition quickly dawned on his face. - Hawke. 

Marian wrinkled her forehead. It took her a little longer. 

-Cullen? - she asked as if she was not sure. The man nodded. She barely recognized him. It had been a long time since they had met in Kirkwall. 

-So you are the mysterious ally Varric spoke of? - he asked. 

-It would seem so. I see that you also remain at the center of events. 

Cullen smiled slightly amused by her comment. 

-I think we both can't escape it. 

He became suddenly serious. 

-After what happened in Kirkwall, I thought about walking away from it all. But fate likes to mess with us. 

-That's right. - Hawke said. - I thought my fighting days were behind me too. 

-I'm glad you've joined us, Champion. We need good people. 

-My involvement is temporary Cullen. 

There was a flash of surprise in the commandant's eyes, but it was quickly banished. 

-I understand. - he replied. - I'm glad non the less. 

-So? - her sudden question surprised him again. - You don't blame me for what Kirkwall started? 

Cullen sighed aloud as if collecting his thoughts. 

-I don't deny that for a time I did. However, what happened in Kirkwall was not due to the actions of one person. It was the result of many years of feeding trauma and accumulating paranoia. It had to end this way with or without your involvement. 

Marian remained silent as she analyzed what he had said. 

-But I can't forgive him for the number of deaths he directly caused. - the commander spoke again. 

Hawke pulled her lips together. Her cheeks trembled from clenched teeth. Somehow she felt the conversation would go in that direction. 

- Tell him to seek forgiveness in prayer to the Maker. - he finished softly. 

- I can't. - she said throatily. - Anders is already with the Maker so you should be relieved. 

- I... I didn't know. I'm sorry. 

The conversation was interrupted by a messenger who appeared at the door. 

-Emergency report from Hinterlands commander. Oh, pardon. I didn't know you had a visitor. 

-Don't worry soldier, I was just leaving. - Hawke announced and without waiting for any reaction she left the room. She stood by the walls for a moment, taking in the cold mountain air. It calmed her somewhat. 

She felt her empty stomach suddenly demand its own. She accosted two passing soldiers who directed her to a local tavern. Despite the early hour, the tavern was bursting at the seams. Next to the soldiers eating breakfast were the workers who had just started their day. There were also templars and a few mages stationed here and there. Templars and mages having breakfast together as if nothing had happened. "Your revolution has borne fruit Anders." She never thought she would live to see such a sight. It pained her that Anders didn't live to see it. She walked over to the bar and ordered something to eat. The dwarf innkeeper was not the most cheerful one, but when he brought her some aromatic soup and a few pieces of fresh bread, she stopped paying attention. Not far from her at the table sat a small group of people. Three men and two women. They were sitting close enough that despite the noise, their conversation could be heard quite clearly. 

-The fortress finally stops looking like a perforated screen Velo. - laughed one of the women. Her short brown hair made her look like a young boy. 

-Ha. Gatsi is giving us a hard time and he doesn't like sloppy work. Every stone has to be laid to the exact line. - the man spoke up. There were traces of dust and mortar on his dark complexion. 

-He could loosen up sometimes. - said the second man sitting next to Velo. His eyes, gray in this light, focused on another spoonful of soup. 

-These walls are meant to withstand the onslaught of this filth Taro. - added the third man. His shaved head was adorned with a tattoo but Marian didn't quite know what it symbolized. - As far as I'm concerned, I could work twice as hard just to keep the fortress safe. 

-True. - Velo said thoughtfully. - And how are you, girls? - he asked the women sitting opposite him in a more cheerful tone. 

-The young boy I told you about. - said the short-haired girl. 

- The one who looks like you? - Taro laughed. 

- Do you realize that this joke is only funny to you? - hissed the girl. - In any case. - she continued quickly. - He woke up yesterday and is making amazing progress. He'll be leaving the clinic any day now. 

- Are you talking about the one from Redcliff? - asked the other girl. Her curly light hair was tied in a messy ponytail. She was extremely beautiful and probably had many admirers, but the men sitting with them seemed to pay no attention to that. 

The short-haired woman nodded. 

- He was lucky that the Inquisition came in time. I don't even want to think what would have happened to him. - continued the blonde. 

- True. Everyone is still breathing thanks to the Inquisitor and his soldiers. - said the shaved man and raised his mug. The others followed his example. - To those who lost their lives. 

- To those who lost their lives. - his companions spoke up at the same time. 

- To those who survived. 

- To those who survived. - they repeated after him. 

- And to those whom the Inquisition will still save. 

- To the survivors. 

The five tankards clashed together and a deafening sound rang through the air. 

Hawke lowered her gaze, taking another spoonful of soup and eating it with fresh bread. A moment later, a stocky man took the seat beside her. His dark eyes matched his short, raven-black hair. His handsome face was disfigured by a large scar on his left cheek, a remnant of severe burns. He was dressed in a standard guard's uniform. Pieces of metal glittered slightly in the not very well-lit room. 

-Same as always Cabot. - instructed the dwarf, who headed for the back room with a slight murmur. The man looked at Marian with curiosity. - You're new here aren't you? - he asked directly. 

Hawke only nodded while swallowing a piece of bread. 

The man held out his hand in greeting. 

- Captain Elcrys. 

Hawke returned the handshake. 

-Marian. 

-Where are you come from, Marian? 

- Free Marches. - she replied shortly. 

-Oh, so you come from the region of our Inquisitor. - she could hear a note of jealousy in his voice. - I am a native of Fereldeen. Born and raised in Denerim. I was in the capital during the Archdemon's attack. The chaos that reigned then... it's a miracle the city wasn't razed to the ground. 

Hawke clenched her hand slightly on her filled tankard. The memory of the darkspawns was like one of many nightmares she would never forget. 

- I've heard about what happened in Denerim. It must have been hell. - she concluded. 

- And it was. But nothing can compare to what is happening right now. If the Maker had not sent us an Inquisitor, we would all be doomed. 

Hawke turned her head slightly. She had heard about the reputation the Inquisitor had and what people called him. 

- Do you really believe he is chosen by Andraste herself? - she asked. 

- It is not a matter of faith Marian. - he answered firmly. - I know that. 

Hawke furrowed her brow. 

- I am one of the soldiers who found him in the ruins of the temple. I saw him pushed out of the Fade. His hand sparkled with energy and behind him... and behind him appeared the luminous figure of a woman. Later, I found out that his hand was able to close the rifts. It is thanks to him that the Breach is but a scar in the sky. Andraste sent him to save us. 

Hawke took a sip of the cold drink. The soldier sincerely believed in what he was saying, and from what she could see, he wasn't alone. The Inquisitor was treated here almost as an incarnation of Andraste herself. The dwarf had just returned with an order. The man seized the tray. 

-Welcome to the Inquisition Marian. - he added with a sincere smile and went to one of the tables where several people were already seated. Hawke guessed they were some of his friends. 

She hurriedly finished her meal and continued her tour to the fortress. She stopped a little longer at a small stable that housed several different mounts. Her attention was drawn to a white stallion nibbling majestically on a large piece of fresh hay. His snowy coat was almost glaring, but Hawke could not take her eyes off him. 

- Magnificent, isn't he? - she heard a male voice. To her right was an older, dark-skinned man leaning carelessly on a pitchfork. Small tufts of hair that still remained on the sides of his head were streaked with gray. - The finest imperial blood. This is our Inquisitor's favorite stallion. 

- I am able to understand why. - admitted the Champion. The animal raised its head, and its eyes, filled with intelligence, stared at her with curiosity. Marian wasn't sure how to react. Suddenly she felt someone press something into her hand. She shifted her gaze to her hand. The older man was giving her an apple with his head pointing in the direction of the stable. 

- Go ahead. - he said encouragingly. 

She hesitantly held out her hand with the fruit to the mount. The animal moved its muzzle away as if wondering what to do. After a long moment of staring, the stallion lowered his head and returned to chewing hay. Hawke shifted her questioning gaze to the man. 

- Stubborn creature. - he muttered with amusement. 

- Did I do something wrong? 

The man laughed a little louder nodding his head. 

- No. This stubborn steed trusts only the Inquisitor. Many people who have come here have tried what you just did. So far without success. I have thirty years' experience with horses, and I curse the Maker that I have not yet seen such a characterful creature. But where are my manners? - the man quickly extended his hand in a gesture of greeting. - I am Dennet. The Inquisitor brought me here from Hinterlands before all this mess in Haven. 

-Marian. - Hawke introduced herself and returned the gesture. 

- What brings you to the Skyhold, Marian? 

- You could say I came here with advice. - saying that the Champion approached the second stall where a chestnut mare was standing. When she stretched out her hand with an apple in front of her, the animal immediately began to eat it. 

- If only your counseling can help us deal with this chaos you have my support. Maker knows we need every advantage over this filth. 

- I think I can bring some aid to the Inquisition's operations. 

- That is good to hear. 

Hawke wiped her hands on her pants and, bidding the horse master farewell, headed back towards the training ground. In front of the main doors of the fortress, a small crowd of people had already begun to gather. Loud conversations were in the air. Marian climbed several stone stairs and joined the group. 

- What is going on? - she accosted a woman standing nearby. The woman turned her head vigorously and her bouncy curls fluttered in the air. 

- The Inquisitor is going to receive some important ambassadors from the Free Marches. - she said excitedly and moved towards the main hall dragging the Champion with her. Marian did not protest following the woman and the rest of the gathered people. 

The interior of the room resembled the interior of a cathedral. Beautiful glass windows at the end filled it with various colors. In the center of the ceiling were suspended chandeliers filled with burning candles. To the right and left were rows of tables probably used for occasional feasts. At the end of the polished tiled floor, on a small elevation, stood a spacious armchair where the Inquisitor sat. Hawke could barely see the front of the room so using the agility she had acquired over the years, she swept past several eagerly waiting observers and positioned herself as close to the event as possible. Ayden placed his left ankle on his right knee and, propping himself up with the elbows of the chair's backrest, folded his fingers together. In his green eyes was visible extreme concentration. A few meters in front of him stood two men. Probably the ambassadors the woman spoke about. Marian noticed out of the corner of her eye that someone was standing next to her. She turned her head to the right and looked down. 

- I see you have managed to make yourself comfortable. - said the dwarf. 

- I am not a child Varric. - she whispered. A friend snorted quietly. - Are these audiences always this popular? - she asked. The dwarf merely nodded as silence fell over the room. They both shifted their gaze to the arriving dignitaries. The men bowed respectfully to the Inquisitor. One thing stood out strongly. The men were twins. They both looked like two drops of water. Their clothing consisted of simple traveling clothes, and their light brown hair was tied up in a short, noble ponytail. Two pairs of grey eyes now looked gravely at the Inquisitor. 

-Great Herald... - began the one on the right. - ...we were sent here by the Prince of Starkhaven. 

-Say then what you come with, ambassadors of Starkhaven. - Ayden replied. His green gaze never left the men's faces. 

The second messenger pulled a small piece of folded paper from his pocket. In the middle of it was a wax seal. 

-The Prince has entrusted us to deliver this letter directly into your hands, your Excellency. 

Ayden pulled his lips together and with a quick gesture of his hand indicated that the paper should be handed to him. The ambassador moved slightly closer and handed him the letter. He bowed again and returned to his brother. The Inquisitor opened the seal and the folded paper rustled quietly. 

"Your Eminence,  

The worst of the mage rebellion is now past. However, the mage who started it all, who destroyed the Chantry in Kirkwall and murdered Grand Cleric Elthina and dozens of the innocent faithful, is still at large. The fanatic Anders must be brought to justice. Though he may no longer be in the city, it is still home to many of his known associates. I thus resolved to invade Kirkwall to locate Anders. But Starkhaven's annexation of this notoriously troubled city has not proceeded as planned. The city's resistance opposes me. They forget that I do this for the good of the city and all the Free Marches. As a staunch ally of the Inquisition, I entreat support for this endeavor, that Kirkwall may be brought under control before more innocents are harmed.  

Signed  

Prince Sebastian Vael."  

He read the request aloud and then folded the paper. The hall was eerily silent. No one even whispered and everyone almost held their breath. 

Varric looked momentarily at Hawke. She clenched her teeth while her cheeks twitched. 

The Inquisitor stared at the floor for a moment. After a while, he raised his green gaze. He remained silent, however, measuring both men. At the edge of his vision, he noticed that Josephine, who was standing next to him, wanted to speak up. Ayden raised his right hand stopping her from doing so. 

-Tell Prince Sebastian that an armed incursion into the sovereign city of Kirkwall to track down a few of the apostate's allies is a violation of the treaties of the Free Marches. - he declared. - The Inquisition cannot support what is a clear act of aggression. Advise him to reconsider his actions. If he persists, he may lose the other cities' support, which is not good for Starkhaven. 

-The Free Marches will not tolerate apostates collaborating with a terrorist. - one of the brothers spoke up in defense. 

-I am from Free Marches ambassador. The only thing the cities will not tolerate is an unlawful violation of their borders. - answered the Inquisitor calmly. - If you have Starkhaven's best interests at heart, I advise you to convince Prince Sebastian to reverse his decision. 

The twins' grey eyes showed indecision. They had clearly not expected this turn of events. 

Ayden leaned back in his chair. 

-You heard my answer. Ambassador Montilyet will now take you to the guest quarters. Stay in the Skyhold as long as you need. When you leave, report to our quartermaster to be equipped with supplies for your return journey. - he announced and then rose from his seat. Josephine led the twins out of the room. Ayden had not even walked a few steps when he was accosted by a dark-skinned woman dressed in monastic robes. They exchanged a few words, which Hawke was unable to hear from this distance. Ayden nodded slightly and, following her, disappeared into one of the many side doors. The onlookers gathered in the room slowly began to disperse. The Champion lowered her gaze and headed for the exit. She felt someone grab her right forearm. 

-Hawke. - the dwarf began softly. 

-Not now Varric. - she said firmly, breaking free from his grasp. - Not now. - she added quietly and went outside with the others. She did not even know when she was back at her place. She was making nervous circles around the room and her inner scream wanted to get out. She walked over to the window and slammed her clenched fist into the cold wall. She closed her eyes panting heavily. After a moment she drew in air, trying to calm herself down. 

-Pain, suffering, loss. - she suddenly heard behind her. She turned abruptly. A young boy was sitting on her bed. His long blond hair stuck out from under a big hat, obscuring his blue eyes. - I can help. - he continued as if more consciously. 

- I think you have the wrong room, boy. - Hawke said. - And if the Inquisitor or one of his advisors sends you, you can tell them I don't need anything. - she looked away slightly, hoping that the young man would understand the message. Suddenly she felt a presence right next to her. Big blue eyes reached almost into her soul. Hawke furrowed her brow, glancing first at the spot where the boy had been standing a second ago and then at him. She didn't even notice when he shifted. 

-Your despair is like a black abyss. - he spoke in a thin soft voice. - I can help you forget. I can close this gap. 

The door of the room opened suddenly. 

- That's enough Cole. - the dwarf standing there spoke up. 

- Your friend Varric, she's in pain. I want to help. - the boy explained. 

- I know, kid. You can help without interfering. Believe me. 

The head clad in a massive hat only nodded and when the dwarf looked away for a moment the boy was gone. 

- Who was that? - Hawke asked. - No one moves that fast. 

Varric sighed quietly. 

- It's Cole. We suspect he's a spirit of compassion however I don't think even he knows exactly what he is. 

- You have a ghost in the fortress? - Hawke couldn't believe what she was hearing. - Well, that's news, considering there are templars around every corner. - she snorted in ironic amusement. - Not to mention that the Inquisitor is one of them. 

- Yeah, it's a bit complicated. - the dwarf muttered. 

- If you came here to talk about what happened in the main hall, you are wasting your time. - she said firmly. 

- Hawke, I haven't known you since yesterday. I know when to let go. 

- Then why did you come? - she asked dryly. She turned a sour face when she heard how that question sounded. That's no way to treat a friend. - Sorry Varric... 

The dwarf waved his hand carelessly, suggesting he didn't mind. 

- I wanted to offer myself as a guide to this magnificent fortress. - he said with a slight smile. - Exploring alone may have its advantages, but you will be able to look into more nooks and crannies with me. 

Hawke stared at him for a moment and then a small smile appeared on her cherry lips. 

- Are you able to show me every room? 

- Maybe not directly, but after the tour with me, you will know the fortress, like the back of your hand. 

The smile on her light face grew wider. The dwarf replied with the same smile. He was glad that he could at least for a while chase away the black thoughts from her head. 

- Lead the way, then. - she announced after which they both walked out onto the walls. 

***

The evening was quite pleasant. Cool mountain air made the stars twinkling in the dark blue sky very clear. The fortress was strongly bustling with life neither thinking of resting. In the window of one of the guest rooms situated over a small garden, the pale light of candles was smoldering. One of the twin ambassadors approached the shutters for a moment and sighed aloud. 

- So we came here for nothing, brother? - he asked, turning abruptly to the other man who was seated in a modest armchair against the wall. 

- We were sent here to deliver a message, not to negotiate. - he answered and took a small sip of wine from the goblet he held in his hands. 

A man standing by the window approached his brother. 

- Does the Inquisitor not see the rightness of our Prince's cause? 

- And do we see that rightness Faren? Herald may be right. Sending an entire army to flush out a few rats could have dire consequences for Starkhaven. 

- How can I convince Prince Sebastian to let it go if I can't? You shouldn't either Daren. 

- Do not suggest that I forgot what happened to our parents in Kirkwall that day. - Daren said sternly. Gray eyes stared hard at his brother. - But we will not solve anything by force. We will have to find other allies. 

- You may not have to look too long. - a third voice suddenly spoke up. Both men raised their gray eyes. A figure dressed in black was standing at the open doors. Her outfit almost blended with the dark blue sky outside. She wore a cap of the same color on her head and her mouth and nose were hidden behind a thick scarf. In the pale candlelight, she looked like a lurking predator. Her gaze focused on twin brothers. From this distance, they could not even tell if it was a man or a woman. The muffled voice gave no clear answer. 

- If you have come to kill us, know that our deaths will not go unnoticed. There will be consequences for the Inquisition. - Daren spoke and rose slowly from his chair. 

- Kill? - asked the figure in surprise. - No. I am here to make you an offer. 

Both brothers looked at each other. 

- Speak then, and we will listen to you. - said Daren. 

- Your Prince wants to use force to get rid of the collaborators who worked with Anders. 

There was curiosity in the eyes of the twins. They remained silent as they listened to further explanations. 

- It so happens that I am able to identify them. I also know their whereabouts. 

- On what basis can we trust a cloaked figure? - Faren spoke up this time. 

- What have you got to lose? - asked the figure and crouched down further. - The Inquisition will not help and if the occupation continues, Starkhaven will face consequences. With my information, instead of troops, the Prince will be able to send his own assassins, who will settle the matter quietly. Kirkwall will not even notice the disappearance of a few people. 

The brothers looked at each other considering the masked figure's words. 

- What do you want in return? - Daren asked. 

- Only justice. - replied the figure. 

- Surely you have a condition. - said Faren. 

- Just one. The Prince has sent you here to deliver a message to the Inquisitor personally. I want to do the same. 

- You want to meet with Prince Sebastian. - Daren murmured in understanding. - What are the terms of this meeting to be? 

- Tell the Prince that I wish to meet on neutral ground. Denerim seems most suitable for that. It will be a safeguard for both me and him. 

- When? - Faren asked. 

- In fourteen days. I will find him in the city. 

The figure disappeared like a ghost. The twins approached the doorframe. The only trace was a silent shadow between the walls. But they quickly lost sight of it. 

- Do you think we can trust him? - Faren asked his brother. 

- I think we have no choice in the matter. - Daren said, and they both went to rest. 

Chapter Text

Crestwood had not spoiled them from the very beginning. The heavy rains that lasted for several days made the track wet and the hooves of the mounts slipped in the mud. Lightning striking, again and again, frightened the animals, which additionally had to be calmed down. Dripping water squeezed into every crevice of their clothing, and soon everyone was soaked. Dorian complained the most. Accustomed to the luxuries, Tevinter mage was saying something about his outfit and hairstyle being ruined, but Ayden used to such whining, did not even react. Riding in formation, Varric replaced him with the discussion. Right next to the Inquisitor on a chestnut mare followed Hawke in silence. From time to time she wiped the drops accumulating around her eyes. 

Ayden could hear the steady deafening thuds against the metal of his templar's armor. Water ran down the Inquisitor's helmet constantly getting behind his collar. Despite being a templar, he didn't use the full armor of the Order for some time. Because of the ongoing conflict, both mages and templars were not welcome everywhere. Those who belonged to the Inquisition were a different matter. The organization started by Cassandra quickly gained the sympathy of many people, and he became a symbol of hope for an end to this madness. The templar's helmet inspired fear and uncertainty. The Inquisitor's helmet made him welcome with open arms, despite the emblem of a flaming sword on his chest. 

When they finally reached the camp, scout Harding had no good news for them. Crestwood was overrun by dozens of undead coming out of a massive lake. Suspicions immediately fell on the pale green glow in the middle of it where Fade Rift loomed against the dark, unsettling waters. They would have to deal with this problem before they could get down to search for the Grey Warden. The people of Crestwood were slowly being bled dry by the walking corpses that were only increasing in number. Harding showed them the way to the village and told them to be careful. After replenishing their supplies and a short rest, they continued their journey, this time on foot. In these conditions, mounts would be more of a hindrance. Along the way, they encountered two Grey Wardens who defended a terrified elf kneeling in the mud from the attacking undead. They aided the men in the fight and the threat was quickly neutralized. 

-What are you doing here? - asked the Inquisitor, putting his sword in its scabbard and putting a shield with the symbol of the flaming sword on his back. 

-We've received orders from Commander Clarel to find the deserter Logain. As far as we know he is hiding somewhere in the local caves. - spoke up the man wielding a sword. The other one, with a bow and quiver on his back, only nodded. 

-Deserter? - Hawke interjected. 

-This is internal Grey Warden's business, we can't reveal anything more. If you run into him, do not engage in combat. Leave that to the Grey Wardens. - informed the warrior. 

-Can you help the locals deal with the undead? - asked Ayden. 

-Sadly our orders were clear. Find Logain and bring him to the commander as soon as possible. 

After the man's words, the two Wardens followed the road towards the lake. 

-Logain is not a deserter. - said Hawke when men had disappeared from their sight. 

-Do you know him well Hawke? - Varric asked. 

-Well enough to be sure. Something else is going on here. - she said in wonderment. - We need to find him as soon as possible. 

The conversation was interrupted by a petite female elf who timidly approached them. 

-Thank you for your rescue. - she spoke softly. Somewhere in the distance, bright lightning pierced the sky and a few moments later a deafening thunder filled the air. The elf jumped like a frightened nug. However, she quickly got herself under control. - Forgive me, I am not fond of lightning. - she said as if ashamed. When her gaze fell on Herald, a quick recognition came into her eyes. - I know who you are. You are from the Inquisition! - she could not contain her excitement. 

Ayden only nodded. 

-If you are here, there is still hope for Crestwood. I will take you to the mayor. - she offered. 

Just outside the village gates, the guards fought more undead. The Inquisitor's team dealt with them in the blink of an eye. Grateful for saving their skin, the guards directed them to the center of the settlement. The mayor's house was not far away so they found him quickly. 

The older, graying man told them about the situation. The great lake in the middle of which the rift was located was the result of flooding in the lower part of Crestwood. Ten years earlier, during the Fifth Blight, a group of darkspawns had damaged the control mechanism of a local dam, causing that part of the settlement to flood. The only option to get into the crevice was to repair the mechanism and drain the water. However, the mayor warned the Inquisitor that to get to the dam they had to go through the Kaer Bronach stronghold, which was currently occupied by bandits. The Inquisitor questioned the mayor carefully about their numbers and asked for a description of the plans for the stronghold then took the key to the control room from him. 

The only entrance to the fortress was the front gate, so before they rushed inside Ayden put together a plan of action. From what the mayor estimated there were about a dozen bandits in Kaer Bronach. It was not an organized band, but more like a random gathering of people looking for an easy coin. This meant that not all of them were proficient with weapons, which gave the Inquisitor and his team a considerable advantage. The most dangerous opponent seemed to be their leader. Ayden hoped that by the time he joined the fight they would have disposed of most of the stragglers. He had fought such groups more than once. In each case, the most important person in the band was hidden away in the depths of the complex and only appeared on the battlefield when the noise persisted. 

As they rushed inside breaking down the flimsy door Varric and Dorian tackled the archers aiming at them from the low canopies. Hawke drew her daggers trying to flank the armored mabari charging at them. Ayden slammed his sword against his shield to draw as much attention to himself as possible. It worked. Both the animals and the three approaching warriors rushed at him. He covered himself with his shield, avoiding the teeth and swords. The Champion instantly took advantage of the situation by sinking her blades into the exposed parts. The mabari whinnied softly then fell to the ground dead. Ayden swung his shield, stunning the three opponents around him. With a swift swing of his sword, he took each of their lives. 

They quickly climbed the stairs to the first level of the complex. There, his sword and Hawke's daggers struck down several more opponents. Varric and Dorian looked out for more archers on the rooftops and eliminated them with great speed. The four of them went through the fortress, like a knife through butter. And it was just as Ayden had predicted. The commander of this random band only showed up when most of his men were lying dead in the courtyard. While the rest of the team was busy eliminating the survivors, the Inquisitor was confronted by a huge man. Clad in heavy, massive armor, the man wielded a sizable two-handed axe. The Herald raised his templar's shield in front of him and, striking it with his sword, he growled throatily. His bright green eyes looked at his opponent from between the narrow slits in his helmet. With a shriek, the two rushed at each other. As the warrior swung his great axe, the Inquisitor dodged quickly and, somersaulting on the cobblestones, struck the man in the back with his shield. The bandits' leader staggered but did not lose his footing. The next swing was faster than Ayden had calculated and the massive axe struck the hastily raised shield with force. The muscles of his left shoulder tensed with pain trying to absorb the force of the blow. The Inquisitor gnashed his teeth, but the shield lay firmly in his hand. The sweep, though strong, left the warrior more exposed than he should have been. Ayden took advantage of the situation by striking the unprotected armpit with his sword. The blade sunk into the soft flesh and the warrior cried out. The Inquisitor delivered a solid kick to his opponent's chest, drawing his sword in the process. Maroon blood stained the cobblestones. The warrior staggered, but after a moment he attempted another attack. He did not even have time to approach the Inquisitor. A series of sparking bullets struck him in the chest, sending small bolts of lightning across his armor. The electrical discharge from Dorian's fingers fried him alive and he fell like a log to the pavement. A small puff of smoke rose briefly over his carcass but was quickly washed away by the prevailing downpour. 

Ayden turned to the mage, who smiled with satisfaction. He smiled as well and nodded in thanks. 

All four now stood in the square watching the rain wash away the bloody footprints. 

-How do you do it that our fights always go so smoothly? - asked the mage nonchalantly. - I almost managed not to stain my clothes. 

The Inquisitor decided that the question was rhetorical. He put his shield on his back and approached the dead chief. He knelt by him on one knee and, supporting himself with the hilt of his sword, bowed his head. A stream of indistinct silent words flowed from his mouth. 

-What is he doing? - asked Hawke wiping his daggers on the clothes of one of the dead bandits. 

-He's saying a prayer for those poor bastards. - explained Varric. - He believes that even the likes of them deserve at least that. 

Hawke remained silent staring at the motionless figure of the Inquisitor. 

Ayden stood up after a moment and put his sword in its scabbard. He looked around the fortress carefully. 

-The Inquisition could make use of this place. - he mused. 

Varric also looked around. 

- Pretty good location and the people of Crestwood could use some protection. - he admitted. 

-Let's keep moving for now. The dam shouldn't be far. - announced the Inquisitor. 

The control room was located in the back of an old tavern, aptly named the "Rusty Horn". A massive reel offered no resistance when turned, which was relatively strange since the mayor claimed that the mechanism had been damaged by darkspawns. When the valves were opened they heard an intense noise caused by masses of water pouring over the other side of the dam. After a while, the vast lake was only a memory. The rift looming in the distance became clearer, but its glow suggested it was not on the surface. There must be a cave system underneath the old Crestwood. 

- We should look for Logaine first. - Hawke suggested. - The place he's holed up is not far away, and that rift isn't going anywhere. 

- I must agree with Hawke. The locals have dealt with the undead for a long time so they'll hold out for a while longer. - said Varric. - And our contact is being pursued by the Grey Wardens. We need to get to him before they do. 

The Inquisitor merely nodded. 

It did not take them long to reach the damp dark corridors. The only pale source of light to prevent them from moving in the dark were the glowing mushrooms growing in places. At the end of one of the deeper corridors, they noticed a warm yellow light suggesting a burning torch. The corridor ended in a wooden door with a drawing of a skull whose empty eye sockets were covered by a red scarf. The Inquisitor carefully opened the door. The interior of the rocky chamber was already well lit by torches hanging on the walls and candles scattered about. Ayden looked around carefully. Fresh documents lying on old wooden tables suggested that someone had been here recently. The sound of weapons being drawn rang through the room. Herald turned around only to be met with the tip of an iron sword. His bright green gaze shifted to the man wielding the weapon. He raised his armored hands slightly in the air suggesting that he had not come here with bad intentions. 

- Who sent you? - asked the man suspiciously. 

- Logain. - the Champion spoke up from behind and coming closer she stood next to the Inquisitor. 

- Hawke. - a slight relief could be heard in the Warden's voice. He slowly tucked the drawn sword into its scabbard. - I did not think you would have company. 

- Logain, I brought the Inquisitor. - she announced. 

Ayden, standing beside her, pulled off his helmet tucking it under his left armpit. An onyx gloved right hand extended in a welcoming gesture. 

- Ayden Trevelyan. - he introduced himself. 

- Trevelyan? - the Warden asked curiously and also held out his hand. - I knew your father. I did not know that the youngest child of the bann Trevelyan is the one who holds the title of Inquisitor. You have a natural talent for hanging around interesting people Hawke. It seems to run in your family. 

Marian smiled slightly. Not long after she met Logain, it was revealed that she was related to the Grey Warden who saved Ferelden from the Archdemon. The same Grey Warden led to Logaine's dethronement and forced him into the ranks of the Grey Wardens. The alternative was death. Quite an irony considering that Logain and his troops left Ostagar shortly after the battle began, leaving King Cailan and the Grey Wardens fighting alongside him at the mercy of the darkspawns. 

- Apparently, you have information on why the Grey Wardens disappeared. - Hawke said hopefully. 

- When you killed Corypheus the Gray Wardens stopped being interested. If the Archdemon fell by the sword, why should it be any different with this darkspawn? - Logain approached the documents lying on the table. - But something was bothering me. The circumstances of this darkspawn's death were not entirely clear. So I started to investigate the matter. I found a few clues but no solid proof. What was curious for me, Corypheus' body was never found. Soon after, all the Gray Wardens in Orlais and Ferelden began to hear the Calling. 

Marian furrowed her brow. 

- You didn't tell me that. - she said with a little anger. 

- I didn't think you care. 

The Inquisitor lost himself in thoughts. He had only a passing familiarity with the history of the Grey Wardens, but that was enough to know what the consequences of the Calling would be for them. The green gaze returned to Logain. 

- Can Corypheus mimic Archdemon's call? - he asked. 

- If not, that would be the most unfortunate coincidence I've ever heard of. - the man admitted. 

- Wardens must be terrified. Corypheus has them in a huff now. - Hawke said. 

- That is indeed an unfortunate turn of events. - Dorian said nonchalantly. 

- Commander Clarel has come up with a plan to take the army into the deep roads. - Logain continued. 

- What army? - Hawke asked. 

- Using blood magic, our mages want to gather an army of demons to aid in the fight against the darkspawn. The commander wants to kill the dormant archdemons to prevent the Blight once and for all. 

- What? That's crazy! - Hawke almost screamed. 

- My objection resulted in my being sentenced to death for insubordination. The sentence was almost carried out, but I managed to escape. 

Logain reached into the table and pulled out a small map from a pile of notes. 

- From what I've been able to determine, the Wardens want to perform a binding ritual in the old watchtower in the Western Approach. However, I have not been able to find out when exactly this will take place. 

- It's not safe here Logain. - Hawke warned. - On the way to Crestwood we encountered two Grey Wardens looking for you. 

- I was about to leave this place anyway. - he replied and approached the Inquisitor. - You will find here all my notes concerning Corypheus and the Grey Wardens. I leave them to you, Inquisitor. Meet me later at the Western Approach. Perhaps we can both get some answers. - he stood still before the door and turned to look at the Champion for a moment. 

- Did my information, bring you any solace? - he asked mysteriously. 

- It gave me a new purpose Logain. - replied Hawke. 

The Grey Warden only smiled and left the cave without saying anything. 

Although the previously flooded Rift was now accessible, reaching it was not at all that easy. When they arrived at the already drained part of the lower Crestwood, a depressing picture appeared to their eyes. Covered by silt and seaweed, the ruins of houses were haunted by the more or less aggressive ghosts of inhabitants who had drowned ten years ago. Here and there they could see swollen and blue bodies of the fallen in a more or less advanced state of decomposition. The stench caused the Inquisitor and his companions to cover their faces with their hands time and again. From time to time, Ayden stopped and bowed his head, saying a short prayer to the Maker for the repose of tortured souls. Hawke's eyes roamed the bleak landscape. The vastness of fear the villagers must have felt when the walls of water pressed against the settlement must have been paralyzing. Anders had once told her that death by drowning was one of the worst things someone could experience. The body fights for a gasp of air that doesn't come, and panic clouds the mind. 

- Poor bastards. - said a dwarf walking near her. - They didn't stand the slightest chance. 

All four of them advanced steadily towards the caves that most likely led to where the veil was torn. After a while, they once again delved into the winding corridors trying to find their way to the rift. These caves turned out to be an old mine. There were lots of crumbling platforms and footbridges. Navigating them was not the safest thing to do, but there was no other choice. Along the way, they encountered more bodies. In one of the hollows, there were especially many of them. It was as if a group of people had fled here trying to find shelter. It was no use because the relentless waters had cut off their way back. 

- They must have starved to death out here. - Dorian muttered under his breath. No one else spoke. They all moved on in silence. After a few dozen steps, a sparking sound filled the air. The Inquisitor walking at the front grabbed his left wrist and gasped quietly. Pale green light penetrated partially through the armored gauntlet. 

- We are close. - he hissed softly. As the glow dimmed Ayden drew his sword and the templar's shield landed in his left hand. The others grabbed their weapons. Located at the end of the corridor, a sizable room was flooded with a greenish glow. Hawke squeezed her twin daggers together in preparation for battle. She had never been this close to a rift. It was like a rippling fabric. It swirled and sparked as if fighting with itself. Through the green glow, one could almost see what was on the other side. 

As they came closer, several rays shot out from its center. 

- Get ready. - warned the Inquisitor, raising his shield. - In a moment the demons will appear. 

After he said that, as if on cue, various creatures of the Fade materialized at the ends of each ray. Some resembled the ghosts they had met in the ruins of the village. Others looked like living nightmares. Their long clawed hands seemed to have the ability to tear apart anything in their path. After a moment, a loud bass laugh filled the caverns, and right next to the center of the rift, a mountain-sized creature materialized. 

- A pride demon... Of course. - Dorian said sarcastically. 

- Focus on the smaller ones! Leave him to me! - shouted the Inquisitor, and raising his shield slightly, he struck it several times in an attempt to attract the attention of the huge demon. He succeeded. The glowing eyes looked in his direction and the creature began to move towards him. When he was fairly close he swung in an attempt to squash his opponent. Ayden dodged and took the opportunity to slash at its exposed knee with his sword. The demon cried out loudly and then turned to face his attacker with pure fury. His clenched fists began to spark. After a moment, he released the stored energy and two electric whips struck the Inquisitor. Ayden raised a shield that took the full blow. Green eyes peeked out after a moment from behind it. The demon came close again trying to trample him. Ayden took another dodge, delivering another blow. He shielded himself again hearing sparks in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched how his companions were doing. Dorian and Varric hurled a hail of bullets at the creatures while trying to stay out of their clutches. Hawke moved like a cat, nimbly maneuvering her dual blades. Her strikes were deadly precise, wreaking havoc on the howling foes. 

- I would need some help here. - they suddenly heard the voice of a dwarf. 

- I'm a little busy. - Dorian wheezed politely and whacked the approaching creature with his staff. 

Hawke looked in his friend's direction. Four demons pinned him against a rock wall. Bianca was fast, but not that fast. Marian squeezed her daggers together and made a slide towards her attackers. The legs of one of the demons were clipped like two matchsticks, and its body collapsed to the ground. Hawke sank one of her blades into its head. The creature let out a shrill scream then dematerialized. Its glowing fragments were drawn through the rift. Marian was so engrossed in the sight that she didn't notice the coming blow. One of the other creature's clawed paws pierced her shoulder. She growled savagely and, with an acquired reflex, drove her free blade into the demon's belly. The next dematerialization no longer distracted her. She dodged another blow and moved closer to the dwarf. 

- Hawke, your shoulder. - Varric began, staring at the slowly flowing blood. 

- It's nothing, - she said casually. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins with such intensity that she didn't even feel the pain. Varric loaded his crossbow. A series of deadly bolts freed them both from two more demons. Somewhere to their right, they noticed Dorian incinerate the last one that was attacking him. They looked towards the Inquisitor. The pride demon kneeling before him had a damaged knee and was unable to get up. Ayden swung his sword and chopped off its head. He looked around hurriedly checking if there were any more nearby. His companions had dealt with most of them and the only demons left were a few ghost-like figures. The Inquisitor froze in place and, grasping his sword with both hands, pointed the blade toward the ground, focusing his mind. After a moment, a wave of pale blue light flooded the area. It was as if someone had thrown a stone into the water, causing restless circles to spread out from its center. One by one, the greenish ghosts made a squeaking sound and dissolved into the air. Their small fragments were consumed by the rift. 

Hawke stood against the wall staring at the spectacle. The Inquisitor must have used one of his templar's auras. She clenched her teeth as memories of Kirkwall pressed forcibly into her head. 

As the creature fell causing the rift to seem to collapse into itself Ayden held out a sparking hand. A stream of green light flowed from it towards the rift. The Inquisitor clenched his teeth as if wrestling with an invisible opponent. 

"This is causing him pain." - mused Hawke. She stood leaning against the rock wall, her right hand clenching her increasingly bleeding shoulder. After a moment, the image blurred before her eyes and she slumped to the ground. 

- Hawke! - she heard the dwarf's worried voice. Her ears began to hum. When she opened her eyes again she saw the shining templar armor. 

- I'm fine. - she muttered softly. 

- She's losing too much blood. - she heard the voice of a Tevinter's mage somewhere to the side. She felt someone lift her off the ground. The blue emblem of the flaming sword now filled her entire view. The symbol she had despised for so long had become her world. She lifted her hand and touched the cold metal tentatively as if reassuring herself that this wasn't some mocking dream. She felt them move and lifted her head slightly. The Inquisitor holding her stared ahead in concentration. After a moment, he seemed to sense that Hawke was looking at him. Bright green eyes looked at her from between the narrow slits of his helmet. Worry permeating them. She felt a sense of drowsiness and rested her forehead against the pleasant cool metal of his armor. Her eyes closed. 

She dreamed of Lothering. She and her brother had just finished scratching out bawdy symbols on the walls of a local church. Suddenly, out of the blue, a templar in heavy armor appeared. He grabbed them by the collars and dragged them to the reverend's mother. 

- What shall I do with you urchins? - she asked in resignation. - You will spend this afternoon in the chantry praying. I will tell your mother that you are here. 

- But we didn't do anything wrong! - protested Marian in a thin childish voice but the reverend mother was not convinced. Marian looked at her brother for support. Carver, however, could not take his eyes off the templar standing next to him. There was a look of awe on his face. 

When they finally returned home their mother was not pleased. 

- How many times have I told you not to do such things. - she scolded them. - We can't draw attention to ourselves. Do you want your father and sister to be taken to the Circle? 

Hawke lowered her gaze and clenched her teeth. She had enough fear. Enough of the uncertainty at every knock on the door. Their days were filled with hiding half their family. Everyone had to get involved so they wouldn't be separated. She dreamed of the day when she could throw off this yoke of fear. 

Slowly she opened her eyes. She turned her head slightly trying to get an idea of where she was. The low wooden ceiling suggested a house. She wrinkled her forehead trying to get up. She hissed quietly feeling a dull pain in her left shoulder. She gripped at it. A solid bandage stiffened her arm slightly. She clenched her teeth and with a renewed attempt managed to sit up. The door to the room creaked slightly. 

- I see you are wasting no time. - said the dwarf with amusement. 

- What happened? - asked Hawke trying to clear the fog from her mind. 

- You almost bled out on us here. That creature must have hit a sensitive spot. - explained the dwarf. 

- Where are we? - she asked another question, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. 

- We have returned to Crestwood. The Inquisitor brought you here on his own hands. 

Marian seemed to freeze for a split second. 

- How long have we been here? 

- It seems that one day has just passed. 

Hawke mused and Varric could swear she was calculating something. After a moment, she groaned quietly and, getting out of bed, walked over to a small table on which she had noticed some liquor earlier. She poured some into a wooden cup and took a sip. She shivered a little at the taste of the water. She would give a lot for a cold beer. 

- Where is the Inquisitor now? - another question came from her lips. 

- He's talking to the reverend mother stationed here and the residents. The mayor left a letter explaining that he was behind the flooding of old Crestwood. 

- I felt that the story with the darkspawns did not hold together. 

- The Inquisitor is now trying to find out where the mayor may have been hiding. He murdered dozens of innocent people. He must suffer the punishment. 

- Did he write in a letter why he did it? 

- Apparently, the refugees who came here were infected with the blight. He didn't want to risk it spread throughout Crestwood so he gathered them in the lower settlement, which he later sunk. 

- I can somewhat understand his motivation. - Hawke said thoughtfully. - I've seen what the blight does to people. Death is a blessing. 

Varric just sighed. He didn't know what he would do in the mayor's place. 

The door to the room opened once more. The Inquisitor and reverend mother stepped inside. 

- How is our patient? - asked the woman. She was relatively young for her office. Her caramel skin was free of wrinkles, and her dark wavy hair stuck out in places from under her monastic headgear. 

- Better. - Hawke admitted. - To you, I owe these bandages and care? 

The woman nodded. 

- My name is Lythia. The Chantry sent me and a couple of sisters to Crestwood to take care of the Maker's children living here. 

-Lythia is also a local healer. - Varric interjected. 

-Your friend is not without reason. - the woman admitted with a smile. - I heal wounds and cure diseases. I've been busy lately because of the undead coming out of the water. The Herald, however, closed the rift so the inhabitants could have some peace. - her gaze fled to the Inquisitor for a moment. Admiration and respect were painted on her caramel face. - Maker must have been watching over you girl. - she turned to the Champion again. - The Inquisitor brought you here at the last minute. 

Hawke shifted his gaze to Herald standing behind the nun. His green eyes betrayed great weariness, but he refused to let it show. 

- When are we going back to the Skyhold? - she asked firmly. 

The Inquisitor looked questioningly at the reverend mother as if expecting an answer from her. The woman approached Hawke and, tilting the bandage slightly, took a close look. 

- The wound is healing very well. I can speed up the process with healing potions and in a few hours, you will be able to leave. 

- I will appreciate it. I have already wasted too much other's time. - Marian said. 

- Only if it won't do more damage. - said the Inquisitor and left the room giving Lythia the space she needed. Varric said goodbye with a smile and also left the building. 

Lythia walked over to a small chest of drawers and pulled out several vials of red glass. 

- Andraste looked kindly on the inhabitants of this small village since she sent you all here. - she spoke suddenly, handing the Champion one of the bottles. 

- I'm not entirely sure this has anything to do with her. - Hawke murmured and gulped down the contents of the bottle all in once. She was surprised to find a pleasant sweetness instead of the standard bitterness. The nun smiled warmly. 

- The Fade rift plagued us for so long that we almost lost hope. And when we had almost given up you came here together with the Chosen One. I can't read it any other way. 

Hawke lowered her gaze and sighed heavily. Another person elevating the Inquisitor to a pedestal of divinity. However, she had to admit that when his hand closed the rift she almost believed it herself. 

- Besides, the Maker listens to him as he listened to Andraste. - the woman spoke again. Marian lifted a questioning gaze. - He did not leave your bed all night praying for your health. 

Hawke was silent. Her thoughts were a mess. 

- You are here among the living now, and your convalescence is going remarkably fast. - the dark lips smiled warmly. - Isn't that proof enough? 

Hawke's blue eyes were unable to find a single point. The mess in her head only piled up. 

- The other two potions are for your journey. Take them at two-hour intervals. You should fully recover from them. - she instructed and recommending rest, left. 

Marian was left alone with her chaotic thoughts. She stared at the red bottles in which the pale light of the crackling flames in the fireplace was reflected. After a while she returned to bed and, feeling a little tired, closed her eyes, sinking into a dreamless lethargy. 

Chapter Text

A visit to the Western Approach confirmed what Logain had said. The Inquisitor witnessed a group of mages from the Grey Wardens summoning demons then using blood magic to bind them. It was hard to watch as the mages drove a dagger into the hearts of their comrades, using their blood for the ritual. Herald along with Logain and Hawke managed to stop the procedure before it got out of hand but the mages were beyond saving. Bloody ritual bound them to the will of Livius Erimond, a tevinter mage in the service of Corypheus. Livius managed to escape, but not before proudly spouting the entire elaborate plan. So they had another lead. The Grey Wardens had gathered at the Adamant Fortress, so that was where the Inquisition needed to strike. They needed more men to do it however, and that took time.  

Ayden stood over the massive table in the war room staring at the huge map placed on it. Again and again, he rearranged the pawns on it, contemplating his next move. The Inquisition needed influence. Only by winning over the right people would they have a chance to reinforce their armies in a reasonable amount of time. He rested his hands on the edge of the table stubbornly looking at the map. After a moment he rubbed his tired face with his palm.  

-The Inquisitor's work never ends, I see? - he heard a familiar soft voice. He did not raise his eyes.  

Leliana came closer.  

-I think that's a rhetorical question. - he muttered under his breath. He reached again for two pawns and rearranged them carefully.  

Leliana laughed sweetly.  

-I think I can assist you in your efforts, Inquisitor. - she announced. Ayden lifted his gaze. His elbows however, were still resting on the table.  

-Are you the bearer of good news then? Your spies have found out that Corypheus is gone, consumed by the void, and we can all go home? - he asked seriously.  

Leliana laughed a little louder.  

-The Inquisitor honored me with one of his golden jokes? I feel privileged. - she said in amusement.  

-I have my moments.  

Leliana leaned over the table. She grabbed one of the unused pawns and placed it near South Orlais. Ayden straightened up.  

-Emprise du Lion? - he asked briefly waiting for further explanation.  

-My scouts report that Sahrnia has been occupied by the red templars. Since they entered the quarries there, the locals have begun to disappear one by one. We have also noted large concentrations of red lyrium around these quarries so there is little doubt why the templars occupied them. If we find out what happened there, we'll gain Sahrnia's favor, and that's no small favor. Emprise du Lion has considerable influence in Orlais. But we must act quickly. Something has blocked the river routes so Sarhnia has been cut off from supplies for several days.  

Ayden made a quick calculation. Iron Bull headed to the Storm Coast to meet with his contact. Dorian set out with a few of Leliana's spies to investigate the Hissing Hollows. Several Venatorii had been seen there recently. Casandra had to deal with an urgent matter related to the Seekers. Blackwall went to Hinterlands on some matter related to the Wardens. Vivienne was stopped by family matters somewhere around Val Royeaux. Varric had to take care of business related to the Merchant's Guild. Solas was absorbed in gathering information on Corypheus and the Anchor spell. Hawke, on the other hand, went to Denerim. She did not explain why. Only said she would be back in two days.  

-Do we have any free soldiers who could go with me? - he asked after a while.  

Leliana rubbed her chin.  

-Cullen should have a few. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to go on a mission with the Inquisitor himself.  

Ayden took one last look at the map.  

-All right then. I will consult with the commander on who he can spare.  

-Good luck, Inquisitor.  

Cullen put his two best warriors at his disposal. One of them was a stocky, clean-shaven man named Atros. From what Ayden had learned about him, he was from Ferelden and had served there for several years as an attached guard to one of the banns. However, the darkspawns killed both the bannermen and his family. Since then Atros has worked as a mercenary, protecting merchant caravans from the bandits. He learned of the Inquisition by chance from a merchant who supplied Skyhold. He didn't even think about his decision. The other soldier was Katria. The woman must have had some chasind's roots. Tall and stocky she looked more like a man. Her ragged long hair was tied up in a high ponytail and a few sporadic braids, decorated with beads here and there, poked through the sizable black mane. The left side of her head was shaved to make the elongated geometric tattoo visible.  

Leliana was right. They were both bursting with pride that they could accompany the Inquisitor on one of his missions. As they left the walls of Skyhold, the envious stares of the rest of the soldiers glared at them. The journey was not long and when they arrived, they were greeted by snow-capped passes and an ice-capped river. At least the mystery of the withholding of supplies was solved fairly quickly. Once they succeeded in eliminating the red templars Ayden would have to think about sending caravans overland.  

Harding gave them a detailed report so they could plan their actions. The situation looked really bad and the Inquisitor admired the locals for still managing.  

-The locals must have been through hell. - Katria said as she looked at the snow-covered ruins of the houses. She shifted slightly in the saddle of her mare making a massive shield clanked on her back.  

-The red templars will regret showing their sorry asses here. - growled Atros, sitting on a grey horse.  

-We must find out what is going on in those quarries. - announced the Inquisitor, gripping the leather reins of his white mount. - Follow me. - he patted the animal's flanks lightly with his feet and, making a clicking sound with his tongue, urged it to move forward. Both soldiers moved in formation behind Herald. They met the first stragglers not far from the buildings. Two infantrymen were hovering around red crystals that were sticking out of the ground. The Inquisitor assumed they were patrolling the area around Sahrnia making sure no one uninvited moved from there. They must not have been expecting three well-equipped armed opponents, for they fell from their blows before they could figure out what was attacking them. Ayden was impressed with the combat skills of his soldiers, their composure, and their reflexes. His only concern was that none of them had ranged weapons. Unfortunately, Cullen had no solid archer or crossbowman in reserve. Ayden counted on someone local, but all locals were in such desperate straits that he didn't have the heart to ask any of them for help. It was a consolation that all reports of red templars in the area spoke of an enemy fighting at close range so with such a lineup they should be able to handle it. Ayden paused a moment over one of the fallen. He clenched his teeth as he stared at the corpse. Half of the man's body was covered in red crystals growing out of his skin.  

-What is this filth? - Katria asked in disgust. It was one thing to read a report and another to see them with one's own eyes.  

Ayden shifted his gaze to the vast deposits of red lyrium piercing the snow. The crystals seemed to pulsate, and they emitted a faint warmth when one came closer. Varric told him a bit about how he and Hawke had found a statue made of this material in the Deep Roads. A statue that had driven his brother and the ruling templar of Kirkwall, Meredith mad. He pressed his armored gauntlet against one of the crystals and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he took a few steps back.  

-Atros crush it. - he said.  

-With pleasure. - the man answered with a smile and reached for a massive hammer. He swung and only tiny pieces of the red crystals remained. Ayden bent down and picked up one of them. The shard was no longer glowing and its steady sound fell silent. It looked dead. Could lyrium "die"?  

After a moment, he hurled the piece into the snow and the three of them moved on toward the quarry.  

When they arrived, the area was covered with red lyrium. Somewhere in the distance, they heard someone talking. They dismounted from their horses and slowly approached the source, trying to remain unnoticed. Red templars scurried about throughout the quarry and their modified bodies were crackling with every step. Ayden strained his green eyes to estimate their number. Maker's breath, he was so pleased that the reports were confirmed and there were no archers among them. The walkers were guarding working slaves who were mining red lyrium as well as the stone. They were probably the missing inhabitants of Sahrnia. In addition, more terrified people were packed in the cart standing in the middle. The Inquisitor had a bad feeling about the purpose for which they had been brought here. After a moment he finished his calculations.  

-I counted ten. - he whispered. - They look like the same ones we fought before. Atros, you will take care of those two guarding the cage. They need to be eliminated as soon as possible so that they don't pounce on the prisoners.  

The warrior nodded.  

-Katria you try to get rid of the ones by the crystals on the left.  

The woman also took note of the order.  

- I will draw the attention of the four on the right. If all goes well we'll be done before they have time to organize themselves.  

With a plan laid out in his head, the Inquisitor and his two appendages attacked. Atros crushed the first opponent's skull before he could turn around. The second drew his crystal sword with a shriek as he threw himself at his opponent. The warrior pulled the hammer in front of him and the red blade stopped on its shaft.  

Following the Inquisitor's example, Katria drew her sword and, shielding herself, charged at the templar nearest to her. Startled, the man lost his balance and fell onto his back. Her sharp-pointed shield fell upon him like a bolt of thunder, piercing his windpipe. The templar grunted quietly and went still. The second man had already swung, but the woman's quick reflexes allowed her to deflect the blow.  

The Inquisitor raised the templar shield and struck it several times with his sword. The four red templars looked in his direction. For a moment they were confused, wondering if Ayden was definitely the enemy. Credit to his armor. He took advantage of the situation in a flash and swung his shield. Three of the templars fell to the ground. The air was pierced by the deafening sound of breaking necks and only one of them got up screaming at his tormentor. The one whom shield didn't reach came to his aid.  

It seemed that despite being outnumbered the fight would end as quickly as the previous one. Surprised, the red templars fell to the ground one by one.  

Ayden was pleased his plan worked but a piercing concern refused to leave him. Suddenly a loud rumble came from the other end of the quarry and for a moment everyone could have sworn the ground trembled. A huge creature stood in the other narrow entrance leading into the complex. It looked like a moving cluster of raw lyrium. Red eyes glittered in fury.  

-Maker's breath, what is that? - asked Katria, pulling a sword from the skull of her defeated opponent.  

Next to the strange creature stood several smaller ones. Their scarlet spiked limbs looked like two daggers.  

-Atros! - shouted the Inquisitor. - Break the padlock on the wagon! The prisoners must get out of here, and fast!  

The man clutched the massive hammer and swung. One blow was all it took for the padlock to fall to the snow. The wooden cage door opened with a groan. The people crammed on the cart began to crawl free.  

Massive stomping grew louder. The huge behemoth was approaching with great strides and with it a squad of scarlet assassins.  

-Move! Move! Move! - urged the soldier. When the prisoners finally broke out of their cage, they fled in terror. Katria also shouted at the stunned workers to get out of the quarry.  

-I'll get the big one on myself! - shouted the Inquisitor again. - You take care of the rest.  

-Herald, you can't handle him. - said the woman.  

-So hurry up with the killing. - Ayden replied and smiled slightly.  

The woman raised the corner of her mouth and growled in a long breath, throwing herself at the two nearest assassins.  

Atros did not remain indebted to her. His hammer whirled through the air as if it were the lightest thing in the world.  

The Inquisitor drew the red behemoth's attention to himself.  

-Maker, guide my hand to victory. - he muttered under his breath. The opponent's massive crystal hand took a solid swing. Ayden covered himself with his shield, but the force of the blow was so great that he flew several meters back, landing painfully on his back. For a split second, he could not catch his breath. The approaching footsteps quickly brought him to his feet. By some miracle, he managed to evade being crushed. Behemoth's mace-like hand bogged down. It was his window. He swung his sword aiming at the back. When his sword bounced off the red crystals he held his breath for a moment.  

-He is immune to my attacks. - he said in horror. The behemoth swung again. Ayden had no time to dodge, so he shielded himself again. This strike was a little weaker, but it still left him off balance. Once again he landed with his back in the wet snow. When he opened his eyes he saw a massive foot approaching him. He squeezed the shield tightly, covering his stomach and chest with it. The muscles in his arms tightened to the limit, but the force of the pressure was getting stronger. He felt the inner grip of the shield push against his breastplate. The monster cried out loudly, pressing his foot down even further. Ayden felt like he was in a vise. He couldn't get out of those clamps anymore. Suddenly he heard something like a snap and a searing pain filled his right side. The force of the pressure must have broken his rib. With the last of his strength, he kicked his attacker's other leg in an attempt to unbalance him. It did not help much. He growled loudly, trying to muster the energy to repel the attack. Suddenly the leg the attacker was leaning on swayed and the behemoth had to relieve the pressure to keep from falling to the ground. Ayden seized the opportunity and rolling in the snow, managed to shift his position. With both hands supporting him, he managed to stand up. His right side pulsed mercilessly, making breathing difficult. He tightened his grip on the shield however, trying to stay upright. Behind his attacker, he saw Atros clutching a huge hammer. The Inquisitor's green eyes were drawn to the behemoth's lower back. Some of the crystals covering it fell off under the force of the blow.  

-Atros. - he tried to scream but the pain reduced it to a mere utterance. - My sword has no effect on him. Only your hammer seems to be effective.  

The man only nodded and again swung at his opponent. This time he hit him in the thigh. Another batch of crystals landed in the snow. Katria also joined the fight. Her arm was bleeding slightly but it was not a serious injury.  

-Katria, try to get his attention! - shouted Atros. - A normal sword does not work on his armor.  

The warrior only nodded and screamed out loud, trying to draw her opponent's attention to herself.  

Ayden took a shallow breath and bent slightly. Suddenly a quiet whirring sound came to his ears. He looked around hastily. His gaze rested on the warrior woman. A sharp piece of red lyrium protruded from her right bicep. A moment later, another swish sounded and the Inquisitor felt a blow to his left thigh. He rolled slightly and fell to the snow. Red drops stained the white fluff. A similar piece of a sharp spike was just sticking out of his body. He gnashed his teeth and hurriedly looked around. On one of the platforms of the quarry stood another red templar. His long fingers held a set of crystals resembling throwing knives. Maker's breath, he would need an archer so much right now. He levered himself off the ground feeling the slowly growing pain that radiated from the impaled crystal. He shielded himself and tried to approach his attacker. If he was close enough to reach him with the chain at his waist, he could pull him towards him. He heard another swish and one of the red shards bounced off the metal shield. As he walked a few steps again another swish pierced the air. Covering himself with the shield this time did nothing. A sharp pain exploded in his left shoulder. He staggered again and growled in anger. A new red skewer stabbed from his left bicep. The green gaze quickly found the other individual who was quite on the other side. He would not be able to eliminate them both. He glanced at the fighting soldiers who were valiantly trying to defeat the behemoth. Two spikes were sticking out of Atros' right arm, but the man was swinging his hammer hard. The huge creature was already quite battered.  

-Inquisitor! - shouted the soldier. - Runaway Herald. We will keep them here as long as we can. Tell our troops that the red templars have created something new.  

-You will die here. - Ayden spoke. He began to feel weakness. The pain pulsed in three different places.  

-You must survive Herald! - Katria spoke up this time. - We can be replaced. You cannot.  

Her words stabbed harder than the red crystals poking into his flesh. He knew she was right. Only he could close those cursed rifts so good people like her had to die instead of him. He closed his green eyes and, grinding his teeth, rose once more. His left hand slowly began to lose its grip, so he left his shield in the snow and stalked toward the nearest quarry exit. He heard a swish. One. A moment later another. Both missed their target. He walked a few steps and another swish pierced the air again. The force of the blow knocked the air out of his lungs. Stripped of its hard metal shield, his back was an easy target, and another red crystal slammed into his soft muscles. Ayden staggered and fell to his knees. He growled loudly and ignoring the pain got up stubbornly pushing forward. As he stepped out into more open space he whistled quietly. Dark spots were already beginning to dance in front of his eyes. He whistled once again.  

-Where are you Astral? - he whispered. A moment later, his white steed emerged from between the trees like a ghost. Ayden smiled at the sight of the stallion. The animal came up to him and whinnied loudly smelling blood but it did not leave its master. The Inquisitor tried to climb onto his back, but he had no strength left. Two attempts ended with him almost landing face down in the snow. Seeing his master's efforts, the steed folded its head and lay down on the ground. Ayden took hold of its mane and with the last of his strength climbed onto its back. As the animal and its rider rose, two red spikes pierced the spot where its head had been a moment before. The horse turned its trunk and raced ahead, wanting to get away from the attackers. When the Inquisitor judged that they were far enough, he pulled lightly on the reins, forcing the horse to slow down. The animal obeyed and after a moment the gallop turned into slow wade through the snow. Ayden was under the impression that his helmet was starting to squeeze his head. He raised his weak hands and pulled it off carelessly. The shiny metal landed in a snowdrift he passed along the way. He grabbed the reins again. He felt himself getting weaker and weaker and if he will not somehow attach his body to the animal he will slip off. With a slow-motion, he wrapped the reins around his forearms. Maybe that would be enough. He no longer had the strength to think any further. He no longer had the strength to keep upright and most importantly he did not have the strength to steer his mount, so he relied entirely on his instincts. He leaned forward and laid his head on the soft white mane. Pain radiated from his injured shoulder, thigh, and back, and with each inhale he felt as if another spike would rip through his ribs. He closed his eyes and his mind drifted off into a soothing nothingness. 

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She covered the last mile to Skyhold in such a state of reverie that she didn't even notice when she crossed a large bridge and found herself in front of the entrance gate. The two guards opened it laboriously and after a moment the trotting chestnut mare moved forward. The clatter of hooves echoed through the courtyard. Hawke jumped off her mount and grabbing the reins led the animal to the stable. With a sincere smile, Dennet took the horse from her and led it to a stall. Fresh hay and water were instantly inside. The satisfied mare snorted and took to munching. Marian thanked the horse master for lending the animal and her gaze fled to an empty stall, which was usually occupied by a white steed.  

-The Inquisitor is absent? - she asked curiously.  

- He is not here indeed. - nodded Dennet. - About four days ago he took two soldiers and left the fortress.  

-With the soldiers? - Marian was surprised. Herald always went on missions with a squad of his "special" agents. In practice, it was a collection of people like her. People with unique skill sets.  

- Do you know where he went? - she asked again, adjusting her leather gloves.  

-I am a simple horseman Miss. - said the man with a slight smile. - I just make sure that the horses are in the best possible condition.  

Hawke nodded in understanding and went towards her permanently assigned chamber to freshen up. She passed Varric on the way.  

-Drinks later? - he asked shortly. Hawke nodded with a smile. Maker knew how much she needed heavy alcohol right now. She needed to dull her distracted thoughts. As she walked along the walls, she suddenly heard two raised voices coming from the tower where Cullen usually officiated. She furrowed her brow and stepped a little closer to listen.  

-We need to send a squad. - the commander said.  

-It's too risky. - Leliana's cold voice could be heard. - Moving more troops in Orlais could be seen as an attack.  

-What should we do then? Wait? - the commander again.  

-Give Harding's men time to check the area. Maybe we're worrying in advance.  

From behind the closed door, there was a deafening thump on the table.  

-Dammit Leliana, he's been gone far too long. You know him. He would have given some sign by now. Sent a message, a messenger, anything. Something must have happened.  

Hawke froze for a moment. She opened her eyelids wider and looked at the door. She didn't like what she was hearing. Her fists clenched and without wasting time knocking, she entered the tower closing the door behind her. Cullen and Leliana looked at her simultaneously.  

-Hawke. - the former templar spoke up.  

-What happened? - she asked immediately getting to the point. The spy-mistress sighed loudly.  

-Four days ago, the Inquisitor left to the Emprise du Lion to help the people of Sahrnia get rid of the red templars. - she explained. - Just now one of my ravens brought a message from scout Harding that Herald has not appeared in the camp since yesterday.  

-Then we must see what has happened. - Hawke said. The cold feeling in her stomach wouldn't leave.  

-That's what I'm trying to explain to our spy-mistress. - Cullen said.  

-As I said, we can't send troops...  

-Send me. - Hawke interrupted. Her blue eyes stared solemnly at the two advisors. - I will go with Varric. The two of us will have a shorter trip and we won't be in the public eye.  

Leliana and Cullen looked at each other. There was a sign of agreement in their eyes. Hawke headed for the door and before she left she heard the commander's worried voice behind her.  

-Find him, Hawke.  

She stood at the door handle and without turning around nodded slightly. She immediately headed towards the tavern knowing she would meet the dwarf there. Varric was just bringing two mugs of caramel ale to one of the tables. When he saw her he smiled.  

-You've got great timing, Hawke.  

-We need to talk in private.  

On her words, Varric's face soured.  

-Aww, but I just got here. - he mumbled and got up from the table with a heavy sigh. - Cabot, don't touch my beer! - he shouted to the innkeeper. The dwarf who was just wiping the counter only muttered something under his breath. Hawke led her friend outside and looked for a quiet secluded spot.  

-Every time you say you want to talk in private I get goosebumps. - admitted the dwarf.  

-The Inquisitor seems to be in trouble. - announced the Champion.  

-Oh... - he sighed. He was unable to say anything more creative. This was not good news.  

-Leliana said he had gone to Emprise du Lion and hadn't checked in at the camp since yesterday.  

-Oh... - Varric said once again but in a slightly lower voice. A genuine worry blossomed on his face.  

-Cullen's hands are tied and Leliana seems to be pinning her hopes on the scouts of this Harding but I know that they need additional help.  

Varric wordlessly slipped past the Champion and headed towards the main hall of the fortress.  

-Varric! - shouted Hawke in slight anger and raised her hands in disbelief.  

-I can't go just with bare hands can I? - he said. - I am going to get Bianka.  

Hawke only smiled and nodded as she went to the stable to ask Dennet to prepare the horses for them.  

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A chill stung their cheeks and with each exhalation, a small cloud of steam rose into the air. Emprise du Lion greeted them with a harsh winter. Varric rubbed his hands together, again and again, trying to warm his stiff fingers. Hawke however, did not seem to mind the temperature. When they reached the ruined town, they did not even get off their horses. They listened to the scout's entire report from their saddles. Hawke knew that time was working against them.  

-I'm glad you're here. I was just preparing a raven to send a message to the Skyhold. - admitted Harding. - The red templars have become very bold, not to say insolent. They attack Sahrnia regularly sending small groups from the north. My scouts are practically stuck in the town. - she added and spread out her hands helplessly. - This path leads to quarries. - she pointed to the southern route. - There...  

Suddenly they've heard some shouting in the camp.  

-People! People on the road!  

-Maker's breath! What is it this time? - Harding muttered under her breath and shifted her gaze to the direction the caller was pointing. On the path leading to the quarries, a group of individuals dressed in tattered rags was walking slowly. Hawke squinted her eyes. Even from this distance, she could see that they were exhausted and freezing. When they got a little closer, she also noticed that they were walking barefoot. Their blue feet were completely frozen.  

-By the Maker, these are our missing people. - a man spoke from somewhere on the side. - Bring blankets and light fires! - he shouted. On his order, everyone started to rummage through the ruined buildings trying to bring as many things as possible. Hawke slapped the sides of the chestnut mare with her heels as she moved forward. Varric followed right behind her nervously holding the reins. Maker's balls, he'll never get used to the saddle.  

Marian led her mare onto the road. A group of miserable people had already begun to reach the town. They all passed her as if they had not noticed her at all. Fear and disbelief were in their eyes.  

-They must have experienced something terrifying. - Varric shifted his gaze from person to person.  

-What happened to you? - Hawke tried to find out but her question went unanswered. More people like the undead from Crestwood passed her and Varric. Marian jumped off the mare and grabbed the first person by the shoulders and shook him lightly. - What happened to you? - she asked once again. The boy was no more than fifteen years old. He stood still and stared blankly ahead. It was as if he was in some kind of trance. - Hey! - shouted the Champion, trying to get a reaction out of him.  

-Hawke let it go. - Varric said. - They're in such a state that we won't learn anything from them.  

Marian gritted her teeth. She let go of the boy's shoulders and straightened up, looking at the other refugees.  

-He saved us. - muttered the young man suddenly. Hawke shifted her gaze to him instantly.  

-Who saved you?  

-He broke the padlock to the cage with a hammer. He made us run. He saved us. - the boy spoke in broken sentences.  

Hawke furrowed her brow. The Inquisitor did not use a hammer. Maybe the boy was talking about one of the soldiers accompanying him.  

-Where did he rescue you?  

-Southern quarry. They took us there. I was so scared. - the young man clenched his eyes shut. Suddenly a woman came running towards them, holding a thick blanket in her hand. She wrapped it around the boy quickly and led him toward the town.  

Hawke pressed her cherry lips together and mounted her mare again. Something cold fell on her cheek. She looked up at the sky. Dense clouds hung over their heads and slowly small snowflakes began to cover the area. If they wanted to find fresh tracks they had to hurry. She poked the sides of the mare and both she and the dwarf headed in the direction the refugees had come from. Harding mentioned that the quarry was half a day's journey on horseback with a leisurely ride. Marian put her horse into a gallop in an effort to shorten that time. Riding behind her, Varric almost clung to the muscular neck of his mount. Maker, he really hated horseback riding.  

They arrived at the site in half the standard time. Just before they entered the quarry, they both dismounted from their saddles and cautiously walked closer. The surrounding area seemed to be empty. Both Marian and Varric could not see any activity anywhere. Marian looked at the exposed square, which was covered with at least a dozen corpses. Signs of battle could be seen literally everywhere and even the falling snow couldn't cover what had happened here. Hawke walked over to one of the dead templars. She squirmed at the sight of the red crystals protruding from his body.  

-Shit, that nastiness is everywhere. - Varric muttered under his breath.  

The surroundings were filled with a distinctive sound that only raw lyrium made. Bartend, before he went completely mad, recalled that a statue they found of the same lyrium was singing to him. They could not stay here long. Hawke walked a few steps away and stopped abruptly when she saw two bodies dressed in Inquisition garb. She swallowed her saliva hard. They had to be the soldiers who had accompanied the Inquisitor. They were now lying here dead next to something that Hawke at first mistook for crystals growing out of the ground. The monstrosity, however, seemed to have been quite alive not so long ago. Shattered pieces of crystal revealed partially bloodied skin. She looked around further checking out the other bodies. She prayed that she would not encounter the blue symbol of a flaming sword. A dozen meters away from the behemoth, she spotted a flash of metal. She stepped a little closer and gnashed her teeth. The Inquisitor's shield was already covered by a thin layer of snow.  

-Shit. - she heard the dwarf behind her. He also stared at the cold piece of metal.  

Hawke tremblingly drew in the cold air trying to focus. So far all they had found was a shield. Right next to it were the boot tracks, erased by the slowly falling snow, that led to the other exit from the canyon. A slight surge of hope was dampened by traces of blood found a few steps away. Hawke, however, would not give up and asking Varric to bring the horses, followed the trail. The tracks were uneven and in one place there were a lot of them. Marian recognized knees and hands. Not good. She walked another few steps hitting hoofprints. Right behind her Varric appeared, holding the reins of both mounts. Marian got on her mare and led her into a slow gait. Her gaze was almost glued to the ground. The hoofprints, at first distant, grew thicker after a while. The Inquisitor's mount stopped galloping. They encountered more bloodstains. Marian dismounted from her horse again, noticing an object in one of the snowdrifts. She stepped closer and pulled it out, shaking it off the excess snow. An Inquisitor's helmet. Varric once again cursed under his breath. Hawke raised her eyes quickly looking around nervously. She walked over to the mare and clipped the helmet to the saddle. She looked under her feet again. Despite the falling snow, more footprints were not far behind. They must have been close. She grabbed the reins and walked slowly forward. Unfortunately, along with the hoofprints, there were more red spots. Suddenly their horses became restless. Hawke looked around again. A small grove not far from them caught her attention. When she heard a quiet roar in the distance, she squeezed the reins and walked closer to the group of trees. The white steed stood among the trunks trotting nervously in place. From time to time he shook his head and his snorts made a snorting sound. When he saw them he froze for a moment. He looked as if he was about to bolt. With another nervous thrashing, he positioned himself slightly sideways to them. Hawke felt a shiver run through her body. On the stallion's back lay a disheveled man. His copper-colored hair was already covered with white fluff. His forearms, bound with leather reins, lay along the animal's muscled white neck and his right cheek pressed against the tousled mane. When Varric looked toward the grove he put a hand to his mouth, shock painted on his face. They were about fifteen paces from the mount. Hawke handed the reins to the dwarf and tried to get closer. When the horse saw this, it began to shuffle its hooves more and more and backed away. Marian stood up. She stretched up her arms trying not to look threatening. She made another attempt to get closer, but the horse backed away again.  

-Steady. - she said in a warm voice stopping again. - Steady. - she repeated. The animal shook its head and whinnied quietly. Hawke was already a few steps away so she had a pretty clear view of the situation. The Inquisitor's left thigh and arm were pierced with a red crystal. Someone had attacked him with pieces of lyrium? She remembered after a moment that similar spikes were sticking out of the bodies of two dead soldiers. However, those wounds did not appear to be fatal. What worried her was the third spike protruding from his back. Her gaze was caught by the maroon streams of blood covering the white coat of the mount. No wonder the animal was frightened. With each inhale, its nostrils were teased by metallic scent. Damn, if only this animal would let itself be approached. As if sensing her wrath, the horse snarled and backed away again. Hawke furrowed her brow. What had Dennet told her about this race? The best Imperial blood?  

-Varric. - she said in a calm tone trying not to frighten the horse. - What is this stallion's name?  

-What? - asked the confused dwarf.  

-What is his name Varric! - she said more firmly.  

-I have no idea. What has that got to do with anything anyway Hawke?  

-This stallion is an imperial breed. It is quite likely that he resembles a mabari in many ways. - she explained. - What's his name... think!  

-Hawke I don't...  

-You are the most well-read person I know. I know you have notes in some drawer related to the Inquisition for your new book. You must know the name of the horse the Inquisitor rides.  

-Hawke, you overestimate my ability to pay attention to such details.  

Marian turned around briskly. Her blue eyes were filled with anger. Was she angry at him for not remembering the horse's name?  

-Varric if I don't get close to this animal, to the Skyhold we will have to transport a dead body.  

The dwarf furrowed his brow and strained his mind. Hawke was right about the notes. He was also almost certain that he had written that name down at some point. What was that? Astel? Atrel? Astral? YES!  

-Astral. - said excitedly pleased that he remembered.  

Hawke shifted her gaze to the grove. Varric's words stirred the animal's yellow eyes.  

-Astral. - she repeated the stallion's name. The white head turned slightly. - I know you are protecting your master. We are here to protect him too. - she spoke up. She raised her hands again and took one step forward. The horse whinnied but didn't back down this time. - Let us help Astral. I know you are afraid for you and for your master. We are afraid for him, too.  

The horse seemed to have calmed down a bit. The next neighing was no longer nervous. It was more like an agreement.  

-I will come over now and see how your master is doing. - she announced and, raising her hands all the time, walked a few steps again. The animal's head moved up and down. Hawke was already close enough to touch the muscular white neck. The stallion did not protest. She petted him briefly and then focused on the Inquisitor whose head was resting inertly on the mane of his mount. She brushed a clump of copper hair away from his pale face. It was wet from white flakes. She pulled off a leather glove and pressed her fingers to his neck. She sighed loudly when she sensed a faint pulse. - He's alive Varric. - she said with relief. Her voice almost broke. - He's alive. - she repeated in a whisper. She took a closer look at the embedded crystals. Just as she had guessed. The one sticking out near his left shoulder blade did the most damage.  

- Andraste's bra. This is damned good news. - admitted the dwarf.  

Hawke continued her examination. This state of affairs might not entrain for long. The nearly invisible clouds of steam rising from Inquisitor's nose were evidence of shallow irregular breathing. She touched the pale cheek. It was icy-cold.  

-He needs to be stabilized here and now. In this state, he will not survive the journey to camp. - she announced and looked around the area. There was a fairly large hollow in the rocks not far from them. They would have at least partial cover from the snow that was already falling quite heavily. She looked into Astral's yellow eyes and pointed her finger at the hollow. The horse nodded again and slowly moved in that direction.  

Hawke approached the dwarf taking the reins of her mare from him and they both walked to their new shelter.  

Astral stood humbly under the rock 'roof' waiting for them. They both wrapped the reins of their mounts around the small stalagmite-like rock protrusions sticking out of the ground to keep the animals from moving away. Hawke walked briskly to the Inquisitor's horse and gently unwound the thongs holding his forearms. When she finished his inert hands fell to the animal's sides.  

-Help me pull him off Varric. - she asked the dwarf.  

Astral cocked his head to the side and snarled. Hawke moved away slightly measuring him with her gaze. The stallion bent his legs and lay on the ground making their task easier. Both Hawke and Varric could not get out of their awe of the animal. Marian carefully grabbed the unconscious Inquisitor under his arms trying to avoid the sharp spike protruding from his back. She laid him gently on his right side and, holding his head, reached into the saddle of the stallion still lying on the ground. The yellow eyes stared at her intensely, as if checking what she was doing. He did not protest however. There was always a thick cloth under each saddle. She needed it now. She placed the Inquisitor's head on her lap so both hands were free and reached for the straps securing the saddle. With deft fingers, she unfastened the straps and slipped out the piece of blanket underneath. She folded it a few times and placed it under the Inquisitor's head. He was completely numb which was worrying, but she tried to deal with one problem at a time. She stood up and walked over to her mare. From the yuk strapped to her saddle, she pulled out a red glass vial. A gift from a chantry sister at Crestwood. On her return to the Skyhold, she had felt well enough to keep the last bottle for herself. She didn't know what the concoction was, but it got her back on her feet in no time.  

- I need help Varric. - she announced and knelt by Herald's copper-haired head. - I need to move him slightly onto his back. Hold him by the shoulder. If he twists too much this red crystal will do more damage.  

Varric knelt down next to her doing as she asked. Hawke turned the Inquisitor's head and placing her hand under his neck tilted it slightly. She parted his blue lips and with her teeth uncorking the red bottle she poured some of its contents carefully straight down his throat. She saw that his esophagus was reflexively trying to swallow the liquid. She repeated the process several more times until the bottle was empty. Ayden did not react in any way. His pale face was motionless and only tentative clouds of steam let her know that the Inquisitor was still breathing. Hawke gnashed her teeth. If he was the Chosen One then why did Andraste let to all of this?  

-Scout around for some firewood. - she asked the dwarf. - He needs to be warmed. His body is icy-cold.  

Varric just nodded and set off in search of something suitable for firewood.  

Hawke shifted her blue gaze to the red spikes. She finally had a chance to accurately assess the damage. His left thigh and shoulder had stopped bleeding some time ago. She did not see fresh blood on his back either, but she knew that the wound was deep, and getting the crystal out of it would be problematic. A moment later her attention was drawn to a large dent in the templar armor. She took a closer look. It would take tremendous strength to dent an obsidian breastplate. When they reached the camp she will have to examine it more closely. For now, she tried to focus on what was visible.  

- We must get rid of this lyrium as soon as possible. - she said seriously when she saw the dwarf approaching from the corner of her eye. - Lythia's potion should restore his strength and stabilize his condition but as soon as it takes effect we must transport him to the camp. In there it will be possible to take further action.  

Varric stopped for a moment and threw a small pile of wood he had managed to gather onto the ground.  

- You know a lot about this. - he admitted. Ever since he knew her, Hawke had trouble with even a simple bandage.  

Marian swallowed her saliva.  

-Anders... - she started and slightly pressed her lips together. Saying his name out loud still caused her pain. - During our travels he had taught me a lot. I didn't want to be powerless again if the situation with the templars repeated itself. I didn't want to rely on his skills forever.  

The dwarf sighed heavily. He had expected such an answer.  

- I must admit that Blondie was able to pull almost anyone from the clutches of death. - he spoke up.  

Hawke stared at the ground.  

-Everyone but himself. - she muttered under her breath. Varric remained silent waiting for further explanation, but that did not come. He drew in a loud breath and reached into a small leather pouch at his belt. He pulled out two pieces of flint and attempted to start a fire. Maker's breath, mages had it much easier in this regard. He cursed silently when the wet woods refused to catch flames. After several more attempts, he finally succeeded and tentative smoke began to rise above the hearth. After a moment, small flames joined it.  

Hawke stood up and walked over to their own mounts. Both stood quietly and again and again bending their heads down they tried to find some footholds between the rocks. She reached into the saddle of her mare and pulled out another blanket. She did the same with Varric's mount. She approached the Inquisitor who was lying near the fire, and covered him, then sat down on one of the small stones. She stretched out her hands towards the flames absorbing the pleasant warmth.  

Varric took a seat across from her as well, trying to warm his frozen limbs. His gaze shifted to the white mount. The animal had already risen and stood closer to the Inquisitor. It bowed its head a few times, nuzzling his cheek with its nostrils. Lying under the blankets Ayden remained motionless.  

The Champion's blue gaze also went to the stallion.  

-Has it really been so hard for you to remember his name? - she asked. - You are the writer. Such things are your daily bread. - Hawke said.  

Varric was silent for a moment as if gathering strength for an answer.  

-I don't like horses. - he finally muttered. They both heard a disgruntled neighing.  

-What? -Hawke was surprised.  

-I'm a dwarf as if you hadn't noticed - he started to explain. - We dwarves don't like to sit on someone's back.  

-You're an unusual dwarf, Varric.  

-While your comment is a blessing to my heart, I must admit that in this regard I am like a typical dwarf.  

-So all dwarves don't like horses. - she said rather than asked.  

-I can't help it. It's in our blood. Just like you humans are afraid of spiders. I don't like horses, so I don't pay attention to their names.  

Hawke smiled involuntarily and shifted her gaze to the hearth. The crackling flames of the fire were pleasantly warm.  

-Is your book about the Inquisition going to be as colorful as the one about me? - she asked sarcastically.  

Varric only snorted.  

-You had the opportunity to see the whole shit show first hand. Do you think that coloring will really be necessary?  

-I think the truth will be hard to swallow. - she stated.  

The dwarf mused for a moment.  

-Maybe slight changes will indeed be necessary. - he said seriously.  

Hawke laughed out loud. Varric followed her lead. After a moment he became more serious and looked at the motionless Inquisitor.  

-He really is our last resort, Hawke. I've been in the Inquisition long enough to be sure of that. The rifts, the Breach... only he can fix it.  

Marian also shifted her gaze to Herald. Varric was right. They couldn't let him die. She couldn't let him die.  

Suddenly they heard a quiet moan. Lying beside his mount's legs, Ayden crinkled his forehead and clenched his fingers weakly.  

- Finally some kind of reaction. - Hawke said hopefully. She walked over to the Inquisitor and put a hand to his forehead. It was warm. - The potion had begun to work. - she said quietly. However, the Inquisitor seemed to grow more restless by the moment. The quiet moaning was joined by a slight trembling of his whole body. - The fever was beginning to build.  

-Is that good or bad? – Varric asked.  

-It's good and bad. - answered Hawke.  

-Not the answer I was hoping for.  

-The fever indicates that his body has started to fight. Now we need to make sure it doesn't rise too high. Help me. We need to get him away from the fire.  

Together with Varric, she moved the delirious Herald away from the flames. His cheeks twitched from clenching his teeth from time to time. Hawke held him down to keep him from turning onto his back. Despite the fact that he was clearly gaining strength his breathing was still shallow, which was odd. She placed her right hand on his head stroking his rusty hair. She tried to calm him down. It worked. Right next to her, the stallion's white legs were shifting in place anxiously. A quiet growl filled the air. Marian looked into the yellow eyes.  

-He will come out of this. - she said.  

Astral only nodded. The growling stopped.  

Hawke suddenly felt Ayden jerk under her fingers. She tensed her muscles reflexively, holding him in place.  

-Armor... the sword doesn't work... - she heard his desperate voice. After a moment he scowled and calmed down again.  

-Prepare the horses. - she announced to the dwarf. - He is ready to go.  

***

A blissful black void surrounded him. He felt nothing but it didn't bother him. It was an extremely pleasant change. Where was he? What had happened? It didn't matter at all. For the first time since he could remember, he felt no pressure, no rush. He wasn't responsible for anyone. The thought was liberating, but at the same time disturbing. Could he really afford to forget? A penetrating chill came over him right after the doubts did. Frigid needles dug into every fiber, paralyzing his muscles with pain. He gnashed his teeth and hunched over even more. Suddenly the ink blackness was illuminated by a green glow emanating from his left hand. He lifted it up. The Anchor activated the magic, reminding him of its presence. The spring green of his eyes met the cold glowing green of the forgotten spell. He stood up slowly extending his hand in front of him. The green glow made the night turn into day revealing what was in front of him. The sight made him gasp for darkness. The snowy surroundings were strewn with hundreds of bloodied bodies. A terrible battle must have taken place here. Fluff slowly fell from the sky, trying to erase the traces of the massacre by wrapping the corpses in its frosty blanket. Ayden walked a few steps, hoping to find someone alive. Suddenly he saw movement at the edge of his view. Some kind of survivor. As he approached, he saw the familiar face of a woman. Her partially shaven head was covered with a fancy tattoo and her hair was braided into a ponytail with decorative beads. Next to her lay a metal shield ending in a sharp spike. Her inert right hand was clenched on a large sword and her whole body was covered with ruby fragments of sharp crystals. She lifted her head up, staring at the Inquisitor with dark, stern eyes.  

-You don't care about my death. - she growled. - You don't care about my sacrifice!  

-That is not true. - he answered with conviction.  

-You want to surrender, Herald. I can feel your disgusting resignation. You want to choose the most convenient solution. Let the world burn as long as you have peace of mind. - she added and coughed heavily.  

-Katria I... - he began, but the woman interrupted him abruptly.  

-Atros was so proud to accompany you. I was bursting with pride that you chose me to be your attendant. We both gave our lives because we knew it was the right thing to do. We knew we were nothing by ourselves.  

-Katria that's not true! - he protested.  

-No? - the woman muttered and, although she had barely been alive before, she stood up suddenly. She walked up to him and pushed him. Ayden staggered back, barely remaining upright. - You are a coward, Inquisitor. You have no regard for the sacrifices of others. You don't care about the lives of your ants! - she pushed him once more. This time he was prepared and his feet were firmly on the ground.  

-I didn't want you to die. I don't want anyone to give their life for me. - he answered firmly.  

-Coward... ungrateful! - the woman roared.  

-What do you want me to tell you? - he asked a little confused.  

-A true leader appreciates the sacrifice of his soldiers. - she explained. She walked up to him and poked him in the chest with her finger. - A true leader does not give up.  

-I didn't give up Katria. - Ayden excused himself.  

-You didn't? Then what are you still doing here? Why are you stuck in this state instead of fighting?  

Herald furrowed his brow. His lost gaze looked around again. The bodies disappeared and a black void appeared behind him. Before he had time to react, he felt the push again.  

-You are not finished fighting Herald. Not while this dark spawn is wreaking havoc in Thedas. - the woman spoke and pushed him one last time. The black abyss consumed his body again. This time however, he did not fall into numbness. The sensation of falling ended the painful landing. His mind slowly returned to reality. He felt a soft bristle under his cheek, which became support for his inert head. The smell of a horse's mane was in the air. With an effort, he opened his heavy eyelids. The blurred snowy landscape shifted lazily before his eyes. He felt as if some internal flame was burning him from the inside while his skin turned into a frozen lake. He took a shallow breath, then the searing pain in his right side made him want to drift away again. The memory of the warrior's dark eyes and her bitter words prevented it. He put all his strength into making a sound. He wanted to make sure it was not another dream. He suddenly felt the steel muscles of the mount on which he was placed relax slightly and the landscape stopped moving. A pale face, over which wavy strands of raven-black hair were falling, suddenly appeared. Someone's cool hand quenched somewhat the heat radiating from his forehead.  

-We must hurry Varric. The fever is eating him up mercilessly. - he heard a warm but slightly worried female voice.  

-Hawke? - he wanted to ask, but only a weak moan came from his throat. A bright indistinct face looked in his direction.  

- Hold on Inquisitor. We'll be at the camp soon. - her voice was like an echo. He clung to it like Velcro and closed his eyelids, putting all his strength into chasing away the emptiness that was calling him. Maker's breath, he would not allow the sacrifice of his soldiers to be in vain. He will not allow the world to descend into chaos. Corypheus would not win.  

The mount's muscles began to work again. They moved on.  

***

When the scout saw them on the trail she set the whole camp on its feet and then went out to meet them. Her worried eyes glanced again and again at the unconscious Inquisitor on the back of the white mount.  

-Maker's breath. - she managed to mewl. She gestured to her two men and ordered them to prepare a place in the tent. The two men only nodded and left in a hurry. - Where did you find him?  

-It is not important. - said Marian, jumping down from the mare. - I will need clean cold water and a hunting knife. Also, collect all the potions you have at your disposal. Especially the elven root extract and Felandaris.  

Harding nodded and instructed the next two people. Some boy walked up to them and took the reins, leading the horses to the makeshift stalls. Hawke furrowed her brow. It was the same boy she had tried to ask about what had happened at the quarry. He himself however, did not seem to recognize her. Hawke took the reins of the white stallion and led him to the tent that was prepared. Two men approached her trying to help pull the Inquisitor off his back, but Astral snarled in loud protest. The men moved away at once. Hawke let them know she could handle it. She and Varric carefully carried Herald's inert body into the darkened interior and laid him on soft cushions. Using a hunting knife, Marian cut open the templar's kilt and part of the leather leg near the embedded crystal. She did the same with his biceps. She was relieved when she did her first thorough examination. The skewers would be able to be pulled out without cutting the skin. She laid out clean bandages and the concoctions Harding's men had collected on a small blanket. She reached her hand to the first skewer that protruded from his left bicep and clamped her fingers on it. She took a deep breath and jerked with all her might. The crystal came out whole. She breathed a sigh of relief and, throwing it to the ground, reached for a bandage. She soaked it in Felandaris extract and wrapped it around the slightly bleeding wound. As a second step, she took care of his left thigh. It was a bit harder but the second time she did it. Ayden did not particularly react to what was happening to him, which helped a bit. Finally, they reached the worst wound. The spike on his back was shorter, which showed that it had sunk deeper into his muscles. With a heavy heart, Hawke walked over to one of the burning candles and plunged the blade of the hunting knife into the tentative flame. Her hand trembled for a moment.  

-Help me, Anders. - she whispered to herself. After a moment she managed to control the trembling. As the metal changed color she approached the Inquisitor lying on his side. Her blue gaze looked to Varric who was helping her. The dwarf nodded with determination.  

She made the first incision and the pungent smell of burning skin filled her nostrils. However, she did not retract her hand confidently maneuvering the weapon. Great concentration was painted in her eyes. The only reaction from the Inquisitor was a weak clenched fist and a quiet moan. Blood ran down his partially exposed muscular back. A moment later, a third spike landed on the ground. Hawke soaked a clean cloth in the water cleaning the deep wound slightly. She applied a piece of bandage soaked in the concoction to it and, holding it in place, turned the Inquisitor onto his back. His inert head turned to the side. The next step was to pull off the metal breastplate. She didn't want to waste time with the buckles so she cut the straps off with her knife. She put the breastplate aside and unbuttoned the linen shirt underneath. A large purple bruise appeared on the right side of his chest. Marian pressed her fingers to the ribs examining them carefully. At each touch, Ayden groaned a little louder. Marian hissed. In addition to the three stab wounds, the Inquisitor had a broken rib. Therefore, his breathing could not stabilize. The fact that he was still alive could be considered a true miracle.  

-Shit. - Varric said when he noticed the bruise. - Andraste must really like him.  

-If she did, she would have saved him from such a fate. - Hawke hissed suddenly.  

-She saved him from dying Hawke.  

-No Varric. She didn't. We did. We kept him from dying. - she said reproachfully. - If we hadn't been there...  

She was interrupted by a scout entering the tent.  

-How is he? - Harding asked with concern.  

-I think the worst is behind him. - said Marian and rubbed her forehead tiredly. She went to the bowl with water and rinsed her bloody hands. She watched as the clear liquid slowly changed color.  

-These damned red templars... - hissed the female dwarf in anger. - Some of the survivors spoke of a great behemoth. Did you find such a thing in the quarry or are these just the concoctions of a panicked mind?  

-Unfortunately, that's true. - Varric informed.  

Harding only sighed.  

-I'm sending ravens to the Skyhold. Do you want to pass some message?  

-Let the ambassador start negotiating the possibility of sending more troops here. - Marian said. - We need to clear the area and find out more about these templars.  

Harding nodded approvingly and left the tent. Hawke went to a bench with extra blankets nearby and, reaching for one, approached the Inquisitor covering him. Fatigue was starting to get to her. This day had been far too long. Outside the tent, she heard nervous growling and some voices. She looked outside to find out what was going on. She saw two men trying to contain a prancing white stallion. She approached them and ordered them to move away.  

-Astral. - she said reassuringly. - Easy Astral. They meant you no harm.  

The stallion calmed down slightly.  

-No one should go near him. - she instructed the astonished men. - This stallion stays here. I promise he won't cause a problem. Just bring him fresh food and water.  

She took hold of the animal's snout with her left hand and stroked its soft nostrils with her right. Yellow eyes gazed at her calmly.  

-Ayden is better now. - she said quietly. After a moment she only realized she had used the Inquisitor's name and not his title. She quickly pigeonholed that thought somewhere deep. - I promised these gentlemen that you would not cause any trouble. Can I count on you?  

As if in response she heard a friendly snort. She smiled and went back to the tent.  

-I'm going to see if they have any alcohol here. For Andraste's breaches, I hope they do. - Varric communicated.  

-Look for something for me too. - Hawke asked. Varric only raised his hand in a gesture that he understood and left the tent.  

Hawke was left alone. She sighed loudly and walked over to another bowl of clear water. She dipped a piece of cloth into it and as she approached the sleeping Inquisitor she gently wiped his face. He wrinkled his forehead and groaned quietly.  

-I should have accompanied you on this mission. - she said suddenly. - I shouldn't have left Skyhold. Certainly not for such a reason. The difference between us is that you are trying to save the world and I can't forget about revenge.  

She closed her eyes and pulled her lips together. She drew in the air trying to chase away the moisture rising in her eyes. She suddenly heard quiet sparking. The Inquisitor twisted violently to the side. His left hand trembled and gloved fingers clenched into a hard fist. An indistinct pale green glow sought an outlet. Startled, Hawke tried to flip him onto his back again. Ayden gnashed his teeth then his eyelids opened suddenly. Confusion and pain could be seen in the green eyes.  

-Pull it off. - he whispered. Hawke didn't know what he meant at first. The fingers of his right hand desperately grasped his left wrist. The sparking sound continued to fill the air. - Pull it off. - he asked once again.  

Marian grabbed the onyx glove and slid it vigorously from his hand. She froze. A bright green glow escaped from between his fingers and dark thread-like veins reached the wrist. She had never seen an Anchor up close, but she felt it was not a normal sight. She wandered with confused eyes over the suffering Inquisitor not knowing what to do.  

-It will pass... - he groaned. As if at his command, the glow began to fade and the sparking sound died away. After a moment, only a long scar remained inside his hand. Ayden looked at it and hissed in mild anger. He calmed down after a while and twisted weakly on his back. When he tried to take a deeper breath a dull pain in his right side made him cough a few times. After a moment he opened his eyelids again.  

-Where am I? - he asked.  

-At the camp near Sahrnia. - Hawke announced. She could not take her eyes off his left hand. The dark threads seemed to have lengthened?  

Ayden furrowed his forehead. He felt a dull pain throughout his body.  

-How did I end up here? - he asked again.  

-Varric and I found you not far from here. Your horse dragged you away from the quarry.  

Ayden took another shallow breath and gasped quietly.  

-Why are you here? - he asked another question.  

-Leliana got a report from Harding that you weren't coming back for a long time. She sent me and Varric to look for you.  

Hawke made no mention of the fact that she herself had forced that decision.  

Ayden swallowed thick saliva.  

-Can you put me back on my feet?  

His question surprised her. What did he expect from her?  

-I must return to Skyhold as soon as possible. The red templars... have some new warriors. - he explained. His green gaze stared at the dark fabric of the tent.  

-I know, I saw the corpse.  

A shiver ran through the Inquisitor's body. As if hazy memories were coming back to him with redoubled force.  

-You were at the quarry?  

-Yes.  

-Atros and Katria... - he began uncertainly, but expected what the answer would be. Hawke guessed it was the two soldiers.  

-I'm sorry. - she announced. - They defeated that behemoth, but they did not survive the battle.  

She saw the Inquisitor clench his teeth.  

-I must get to the fortress. - he said stubbornly. – We need a plan.  

-Inquisitor, you can't rush some things. - Hawke announced. - Not long ago we were wondering if you would even open your eyes. You have to give yourself time.  

-Time is a luxury I can't afford. - he hissed and tried to get up but he was too weak and the pain, which seemed to be throbbing everywhere, did not make it easier. Hawke approached him briskly.  

-You won't get anywhere this way. - she said firmly. His glowing green eyes made her silent for a moment. She noticed after a moment how he covered his left hand with the blanket.  

-Something is going on with that thing that closes the rifts, isn't it? - she asked directly. Ayden closed his eyes and drew in a shallow breath. She had hit the nail on the head. - I saw you closing the rift at Crestwood. It causes you pain.  

-The pain is bearable. - he said suddenly. Green gaze was fixed on the ceiling again. - But I'm afraid I'm running out of time. - he fell silent again for a moment as if wondering if he had said too much. - After closing the Breach, the mark stabilized. - he continued. - However, each time the rift is closed the corruption gradually widens.  

Hawke remained silent, analyzing what he had said.  

-No one in Skyhold knows about this. - she said suddenly. - I haven't heard a single conversation about it. How did you manage to hide this from your advisors?  

-I don't see them often enough for them to notice. - he explained.  

-And your companions on missions? Varric?  

-I make sure to travel in a different formation each time. It's an effective distraction for them.  

Marian closed her eyes and lowered her head. Maker's breath he was all alone with this.  

-Hawke. No one can find out. - he said firmly. - The Inquisition needs inspiration, hope. If their Inquisitor is to give it to them, they cannot know.  

-And who gives that inspiration and hope to you? Andraste? - her voice sounded sharper than she had planned. Ayden remained silent, feeling that continuing the topic would lead to an argument. Hawke sighed. - Do you really think she chose you to be her herald?  

Ayden moved slightly looking for a more comfortable position.  

-I am a man of faith Hawke. I believe in the Maker and that he watches over us. I believe in his Chosen One, but I am not arrogant enough to consider myself her betrothed.  

-Many people are convinced of that.  

-You were the Champion of Kirkwall, so I'm sure you know the power of symbolism. People need to believe in something Hawke. If believing in me gives them hope and strength to go on, I will not question that faith.  

There was no boasting in his voice. He was simply explaining rationally what was happening. Talking with him and being in his company, she was not surprised why so many people were joining the Inquisition.  

-So we need to speed up our actions. - she said firmly.  

-That is why I came here. - he announced. - Getting rid of the red templars in this area will not only free the tormented inhabitants but also give us a lot of influence.  

Hawke cursed in her spirit. Now she regretted leaving Skyhold even more.  

-I'll do what I can to get us to Skyhold as soon as possible.  

She felt a warm touch on her forearm.  

-Thank you. - said the Inquisitor and smiled. Hawke felt her heart begin to pound. Surprised by that, she stood up quickly.  

-You must cooperate too. The evening is approaching so all you have to do is rest. - she explained.  

His smile widened. Hawke turned on her heel and walked out of the tent. She walked a few steps looking for a secluded spot. She couldn't catch her breath. Her heart was going to jump out of her throat and she felt a burning heat on her cheeks. She shook her head vigorously as if trying hard not to let her mind know what caused her reaction. She had to find Varric. She sincerely hoped that the dwarf had found some alcohol by now.  

***

After Hawke abruptly left the tent, Inquisitor was left alone. He pulled his left hand out from under the blanket and looked at the dark lines extending past his wrist. He hoped that informing Hawke of everything had been a good decision but he felt it would have been worse if he hadn't said anything. How much time he had left? He sighed quietly and turned his head. Near him lay three dark crystals. Spike-shaped lyrium. He wrinkled his forehead and, extending his hand, tried to reach them, managing to take one. He laid back and hissed feeling pain under his left shoulder blade. He waited a moment for the stinging sensation to pass and brought the crystal closer to his eyes. The lyrium was dark. It looked like an ordinary ruby and, most importantly, it made no sound. Just like the one Atros crushed with his hammer. They had to take it to Skyhold. Maybe Dagna would have some answers. He placed the crystal next to him on the blanket and tried to get up. Another sharp pain effectively prevented him from doing so. "Andraste, give me strength." He asked in his spirit. He really wanted to be in Skyhold as soon as possible. His green eyes moved to his unbuttoned shirt. A sizable bruise adorned the right side of his chest. With each shallow breath, he felt the pain of a broken rib. The memory of a behemoth's huge, hard-armored foot made him shudder. For a moment he thought he would be crushed. However, he did not run away from those memories. On the contrary. He replayed them in his head like a loop. He had to remember as much as he could in order to come up with a plan of action. His green eyes looked at the mark again. He reached for a nearby glove and put it on his hand.  

Suddenly, the entrance to the tent swung open, revealing a young girl. In her slender little hands, she held a tray of food. Ayden estimated that she was about sixteen years old. She tentatively approached the Inquisitor and bowed.  

- The dark-haired maiden sent me, Your Worship. - she said in a thin voice tinged with a distinctive orlesian accent. On her pale face admiration and adoration were mixed with slight fear. - She said you need to get stronger. My mother always said that nothing is as comforting as a good meal.  

Ayden smiled warmly. A blush bloomed on the girl's face. She placed the tray on the blankets right next to him. The Inquisitor made another attempt to get up. He thanked the Maker that he was able to do it this time. The wonderful aroma of herbs and juicy meat made his stomach churn. He wrapped more of the blanket around himself and reached for the bowl of stew. The meat was juicy and pleasantly teased his taste buds.  

-Does Herald like it? - the girl asked.  

-It is delicious. - he admitted honestly. - I didn't hear your name. - he turned to her.  

-Oh, I'm so sorry. - she answered a little surprised. - I did not think that my name would interest Your Worship. I am Oriana.  

-It's nice to meet you, Oriana.  

The girl bowed again.  

- It is an honor to meet you, Your Worship. I never thought it would be my privilege to bring food to Herald himself.  

Ayden smiled again remembering what Hawke had said not so long ago. He began to wonder if the Champion was having a little right. The last thing he wanted was for him to go from being a symbol of hope to an idol to be worshipped like Andraste. He took another bite of the stew.  

- And I never thought I would have the opportunity to taste such deliciousness. - he admitted. The girl blushed again.  

- At least this is how I can repay you for saving my dad. - she looked down at the floor. Ayden remained silent sensing the continuation of the statement. - My papa was one of the lost who recently returned. He told us of the brave warriors who faced off against the red templars. He said we should be grateful to the Maker for the Inquisitor.  

Ayden sighed in relief. So the prisoners that Atros had freed had managed to reach the town.  

-I'm glad you got your father back. - he announced. The girl bowed again and left the tent. Just after she had disappeared behind a thick curtain, muffled excited voices could be heard.  

-Have you met the Inquisitor? What is he like?  

-I heard he's consulting with Andraste herself.  

-And I heard that all he says are the words of the Maker.  

Ayden grabbed a mug of warm tea and took a sip. A pleasant sweetness spread down his throat. After a moment, he felt sleepiness building within him. He pushed the tray away from him and folded his head against the soft pillow. He hoped that tomorrow he wouldn't feel like a punching bag.  

Chapter Text

The next day did not bring much improvement, but Ayden insisted on traveling. He believed he had enough strength to stay in the saddle. Hawke was not entirely convinced, but she knew the Inquisitor would not change his mind. She glanced at him the whole way, monitoring his condition. Herald was still pale and a few times she noticed his head was swaying from side to side, but he tried hard to stay in the saddle. They arrived at Skyhold late in the afternoon. As they crossed the gate they noticed Leliana and Cullen waiting for them in the square. 

The commander measured the Inquisitor with worried eyes. 

- Welcome back, Your Worship. - Leliana said and bowed slightly. Her face, as usual, expressed no emotions. A group of people gathered in the square to welcome their leader. Seeing them Ayden smiled faintly and, gasping slightly, raised his hand to greet them as well. As he slid off his white mount his body swayed. He tightened his hands on the leather reins gnashing his teeth. 

Hawke cursed under her breath. They had set off far too early. She should have been more assertive and kept him in camp longer. Cullen approached them quickly discreetly lending the Inquisitor his arm. 

- Thank you. - whispered Ayden gratefully. One of the stable boys approached them and grabbed the reins of the other horses. He must have served here for some time because he immediately knew to leave the white steed alone. Astral rushed to the stable himself. 

-Leliana, inform Josephine. I want to meet you all in the War Room. - said the Inquisitor and straightened up. The weakness had temporarily left him. 

- Inquisitor, you need to rest after your journey.- suggested Cullen. The state Herald was in was disturbing. 

-There is no time Cullen. - replied Ayden briefly. 

The commander only nodded in understanding. Leliana also nodded and headed towards the main hall. 

- I will be at my chamber. - Hawke announced. She didn't feel herself a part of those meetings. 

- No Hawke. I want you to join us with Varric. - said the Inquisitor unexpectedly. - You've been to the quarry. You know what we're dealing with. Has Cassandra returned yet? - he asked the commander without even waiting for her answer. 

- Yes. Yesterday. 

- I want her present. - he ordered and then slowly made his way to the War Room. 

Everyone was gathered around a massive table and the Inquisitor spoke in a calm voice about what had happened in the quarry. He did not leave out any detail. 

-Maker's breath - whispered the commander. - I have not heard about these behemoths. You're saying this one had armor made of pure lyrium? 

- Yes. My sword could not pierce it. Only Atros' hammer could do anything. - on those words, the commander's eyes grew sad. - Your men fought bravely, Cullen. If it weren't for them I wouldn't be here. Leliana, as soon as the Emprise du Lion is cleared, I want their bodies recovered and buried with honor. 

- Yes, Inquisitor. - she replied then added. - I am concerned about the assassins you mention. From what you say, they use lyrium like throwing daggers? 

Ayden reached into a small pouch at his belt and pulled out a ruby shard. 

- This is exactly what they used. 

- Inquisitor, why did you bring this filth with you? - asked the dwarf in disbelief. 

- Easy Varric. This piece of lyrium appears to be dead. It emanates no glow and makes no sound. - the Inquisitor reassured, then placed the skewer on the table. - See to it that Dagna examines it. She might be able to find something. 

Leliana only nodded and hid the ruby lyrium. 

- Scout Harding sent a raven yesterday. - Josephine spoke up. - She suggested that we negotiate with Orlais to send additional troops. 

- I suggested it. - Hawke admitted. - Sister Leliana said we couldn't send them on our own. 

Ayden looked at Marian with approval in his green gaze. 

-I have already compiled a list of potential allies in this matter. I will be negotiating soon. - announced the ambassador. 

- Use your best tricks ambassador. We must... - the Inquisitor abruptly interrupted his speech and propped himself up more firmly on the table. With his right hand, he wiped his forehead glistening with sweat drops. Everyone shifted their gaze to him. Ayden sighed briefly as if gathering his strength and then continued. - ...We must clear these quarries as soon as possible and learn more about how the red templars created these monsters. Cassandra...- he turned to the woman. - ...what's the situation with Seekers? Have you found out anything? Will they be able to help us? 

-Unfortunately, I don't bring good news. - she admitted. - Lord Seeker Lucius had gone mad. He wanted to let Corypheus succeed because only by completely cleansing the world something new can be built. 

Ayden sighed and lowered his head in slight resignation. He had hoped for a different ending to this story. 

Suddenly there was a brisk knock on the door. 

-Maker's breath, the messengers know they have to wait until we have finished our deliberations. - said Josephine in displeasure and went to the door. - What is it? - she asked the nervous boy. 

-I'm sorry, my lady, but a dignitary has arrived and is very anxious to see the Inquisitor. - he explained. After a while, the ambassador was joined by Herald. 

-Wiliam. - he turned to the boy. 

-Your Worship. - the messenger bowed low. 

-Direct the ambassador to the guest quarters and tell him I will meet him as soon as possible. 

-I tried to do that, Your Grace. - explained the young man. - He would not listen to me and began to argue. He said that he had come on a matter that the Inquisitor could not ignore. He also said that he would only bring this matter directly to you, Your Worship. 

Ayden sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. 

-Where is this dignitary coming from? - he asked. 

-From Starkhaven, My Lord. 

Hawke standing behind clenched her fists discreetly. 

-Starkhaven? - Ayden was surprised. - I have made it clear to the Prince what the Inquisition's position on Kirkwall is. 

-I don't know anything else, Your Grace. - said William in an apologetic tone. 

- All right, you may inform the dignitary that I will receive him at once. 

-Yes, Herald. - the boy bowed and ran down the corridor to the main hall. 

-Josephine, get everything ready. We have to deal with this matter as soon as possible. - ordered Herald. 

-Of course, My Lord. - she said and glared at the Inquisitor. - But I would suggest a change of clothes before you receive the ambassador. 

Ayden glanced at cutted, slightly bloody kilt, and a second cut on his arm. Additionally, his entire outfit was tumbled and muddy. 

-Make sure our ambassador doesn't start a fight before then. - he said and went slowly to his quarters. Climbing the dozen or so stairs made him tired. He stood by the railing for a moment, catching his breath. He glanced at the spacious bed. The temptation to lie down on it was extremely strong. He fought it off and walked over to the small mirror. Josephine was right. He could not accept a dignitary like this. He walked over to the closet pulling out his leather outfit. He laid it on the bed then laboriously began to pull off his tattered clothing. He will have to have new armor made. When he pulled off the templar's breastplate his teeth gnashed. Maker's breath, for a moment he thought he can't do it. The broken rib was not letting up. When he finally succeeded he leaned the breastplate against the edge of the bed. It was easier with the kilt. When he pulled off his cotton shirt, a shiver ran through him. He felt cold and hot at the same time, but he tried with all his strength to ignore it. He also did not pay much attention to the bandages. There would be time to change them later. He painstakingly put on his leather suit and once again went to the mirror. He reached into a bucket of water and washed his face. He ran his fingers through his coppery hair, styling it thoroughly. He made a final inspection and, drawing in a little air, made his way to the main hall. 

A large crowd had already gathered in the room. They were all eager to see what the troublemaking ambassador was about. 

Ayden walked over to an elevated chair and sat down heavily. Josephine was standing right next to him with her notebook. 

-Herald. This is messere Tyrius Valeris, the ambassador sent from Starkhaven. - she introduced the man. 

- Must every emissary wait so long for the Inquisitor to graciously receive him? - the dignitary hissed. 

-I would suggest a more polite tone ambassador. - Ayden rebuked. - I have already given my answer on Kirkwall to previous envoys. What is the purpose of your visit? 

-Starkhaven accuses the Inquisition of attempting to murder our Prince. - the man announced plainly. There was a great commotion in the hall. The gathered onlookers whispered in disbelief. The Inquisitor furrowed his brow. His stern green eyes betrayed surprise. 

-On what grounds does Starkhaven make such accusations? - he asked and shifted slightly in his chair, hissing quietly. His broken rib was getting worse. 

-One of your men tried to lure the Prince to Denerim with the promise of handing over collaborators working with the apostate Anders. The Prince however, sensed the ruse and sent his deputy, who almost died at the hands of the executioner. 

A louder noise spread through the room. 

-One of our people? - said Josephine. - This is ridiculous. 

-How can you be sure it was someone from the Inquisition? - the Inquisitor interrupted her. 

-The two ambassadors you received earlier 'Your Grace' - ambassador said with a slight irony. - informed that this man had contacted them in this keep. 

Ayden lifted his head slightly and readjusted himself in his chair again. By the Maker, the pain was making it hard for him to concentrate. 

The Inquisition had not conducted any operations in Denerim for quite some time. Could it be that Leliana had withheld some information from him? Suddenly a disturbing thought ran through his mind. 

-When did the attempted murder occur? - he asked. 

-A week and a half ago. - the ambassador announced. 

Hawke was in Denerim at the time. Ayden quickly looked around the room. She was standing by one of the tables. Her blue eyes staring resolutely at him. After a moment, she turned and disappeared into the crowd. Ayden turned his green eyes on the ambassador. 

-Was this man clad in the robes of the Inquisition? - he asked sternly. - Was he carrying our emblems? 

The ambassador seemed a little confused. 

-No, but that doesn't prove anything. 

-It proves everything. - Herald answered firmly. He felt moisture gathering on his forehead and wiped it quickly with his gloved hand. Josephine wrinkled her eyebrows slightly. The Inquisitor did not look well. - Our people do not part with their emblems and I assure you that the individual you are talking about did not belong to the Inquisition. You can rest assured that we will do our utmost to clarify this matter and now if you will excuse me, ambassador I have some urgent business to attend to. - he added and stood up heavily. 

-Starkhaven will not leave it at that, Inquisitor! - shouted the dignitary, who was already being forcibly led away by two soldiers. 

It was already quite noisy in the hall. Everyone was discussing the meeting with the ambassador and what it might mean. 

Josephine walked up to Herald. 

-What is going on? - she asked. 

-Find Hawke and send her to me. - he gave the order and headed towards his chambers. Varric appeared beside him out of nowhere. 

-Whatever she did she had a reason, Inquisitor. - said the dwarf trying to keep up with him. 

-Not now Varric. - hissed Ayden in mild anger. His right side was stinging steadily now and taking a deeper breath was impossible. 

-On the contrary Inquisitor. - the dwarf answered firmly. Ayden stopped. They were alone in the corridor leading to the Herald's private chamber. 

-This does not concern you. - began Herald. 

-Like hell it does. - the dwarf insisted. - She's my friend. You were not there. You don't know what she went through. The fact that you have read my book does not give you the right to judge her. 

Herald pressed his lips together and moved on. Varric stubbornly followed him. When they emerged up the stairs she was already waiting. She stood with her back turned staring at the mountain landscape. 

-I need an explanation, Hawke. A damn good explanation. - Ayden said sternly. The Champion turned slowly but remained silent. When her hard blue gaze shifted to Varric, the dwarf read an apology in it. – Talk to me, Hawke! - the Inquisitor slowly began to lose patience. - Are you the one behind this assassination attempt? 

-Yes. - she admitted after a moment. 

Ayden put a hand to his forehead. Disbelief emerged in his green eyes. 

-Do you have any idea what you have done? - he asked accusingly. - Because of you, the Inquisition is accused of trying to murder the prince of one of the largest cities in the Free Marches. We have to prove to them somehow that it had nothing to do with us, and I don't know how to do that now. 

-Turn me in. - she said. 

Ayden looked at her in surprise. 

-What? - he asked as if trying to make sure he had heard correctly. 

-Turn me in. - she repeated. - The Inquisition should not suffer the consequences for my actions. 

-Hawke. - said the dwarf calmly. - Does this have something to do with Blondie? 

Her silence was enough for an answer. 

-What happened to Anders, Hawke? - he asked again. 

Marian clenched her teeth and drew in a deep breath. 

-Sebastian...Sebastian happened. 

Both the dwarf and the Inquisitor were silent waiting for an explanation. 

-After what happened in Kirkwall we tried to stay away from the big cities. From time to time we stopped in small villages to replenish our supplies. Some of them didn't even have a medic so Anders help the villagers deal with their illnesses and injuries. 

Hawke paused for a moment and sat down in a chair. 

-It was one such a village. A really small one, on the complete outskirts somewhere in southern Ferelden. It wasn't even on the map. Anders was helping the locals, and I went looking for supplies. When I returned... - her voice trembled. - ...There were six of them. They must have been following us for a long time. They were waiting for Anders to be alone. 

-Templars? - Varric asked. 

Hawke denied it with a nod. 

-Templars he could sense. They were ordinary mercenaries. A group that specialized in tracking down and killing mages. I threw myself at them, but there were too many. One of them held my arms and dropped me to my knees. Anders... - she fell silent again and swallowed her saliva. ...He was lying right next to me and holding his bleeding stomach. He still tried to cast some spell, but the leader of the band give him several stabs with his dagger. 

-Maker's breath, Hawke. - whispered the dwarf. 

-I tried to break free. - she continued dispassionately. - I screamed that if they will leave me alive I will track them down and kill them. They just laughed and said no one would pay them for my head. Their leader ripped tevinter's pendant from Anders' neck as proof. One of them punched me in my stomach and as if through a fog I saw them leave. Anders...was still alive. He stubbornly clung to this world just so he could say goodbye to me. In his last words, he apologized to me for everything. 

Hawke drew in the air trying to control her tears. After a moment, determination returned to her voice. 

-The leader of the band was kind enough to reveal its name. It took me a long time to find out more about them, and Logain helped me find the person who hired them. It was Sebastian, Varric. The pompous ass had finally fulfilled his promise. 

Varric remembered the moment right after Anders blew up the chantry. Sebastian had promised then that he would track him down and kill him. However, he hadn't thought that this 'chantry boy' would hire thugs to do it. 

-He hasn't been able to let go for so long. Why should I let go? Why should I? - Hawke asked rhetorically and looked at Herald. - He knows very well that Anders is dead. Now he is looking for an excuse to exterminate everyone who helped him. I suppose the only thing that saved me back then was pure luck. The group Sebastian hired was very literal in terms of their contracts. 

-Hawke. - the Inquisitor spoke. - You did all this to avenge the apostate who led the revolution? - there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. 

-You weren't in Kirkwall. You don't know what the mages there had to deal with. What my sister had to deal with. You're a Templar, I don't expect you to understand that. - she explained. 

-I only understand that Anders killed dozens of innocent people in the chantry at that time and led to the deaths of hundreds more by starting this unnecessary revolution. 

-As I said, I don't expect you to understand Inquisitor. 

-Hawke dammit... you picked a bad time for revenge. - Varric replied. 

Marian lowered her blue eyes staring at the floor. 

-He regretted this, Varric. Every day he prayed to the Maker for forgiveness. Can you imagine that? Every single day. 

Varric sighed loudly. 

-Maker's breath. - the Inquisitor hissed and turned away. He nervously ran a leather glove through his coppery hair. With a slight groan, he took a shallow breath. - I cannot put you in their hands, Hawke. - he admitted after a moment. - If I do, you will die. 

-I've come to terms with that. - she admitted. 

-But I haven't! - said the Inquisitor in a raised voice and turned around again. He felt a warm drop run down his temple. He wiped it with a leather glove. His cheeks trembled from clenched teeth and his quick short breaths were almost suffocating. 

Marian looked at him in surprise. She wrinkled her forehead. Only now did she notice the pallor of his complexion and the glistening sweat on his forehead. She got up from the chair just before Ayden wobbled on his feet. She managed to stop him from falling. A distinct grimace of pain was visible on his face. She reached her hand to his forehead. It was hot. She helped him sit up on the bed. 

-You can't keep pushing yourself like that. - she said firmly. - You must finally give yourself time to rest. 

Another shallow breath worried her even more. A pain-filled green gaze anchored her face. 

-Promise... that you won't do anything rash. - he asked quietly. - Give me time... to work out a plan. 

She remained silent. 

-Hawke please. - he added more desperately and hissed quietly after a moment. 

-He's right Hawke. - admitted the dwarf. - Even if you turn yourself in to them, Sebastian can still accuse the Inquisition. 

Marian pulled her lips together. She felt the Inquisitor suddenly go limp in her arms. His inert head rested against her shoulder and his heavy breathing tried, again and again, to fill his lungs with air. Something was wrong. He shouldn't be in such bad shape. She laid him carefully on the bed. He groaned quietly visibly holding his right side. The Champion carefully unbuttoned his leather vest and the shirt underneath. The bruise adorning his right side was a more intense color and seemed to have enlarged. 

-Shit. - she growled. 

-What's going on? - Varric asked. 

-The cracked rib... must have moved and damaged some vessel. Damn it, why didn't he say anything. - she muttered to herself in anger. 

She looked around the room desperately. On the table lay a small dagger for opening correspondence. She stood up and, coming closer, grasped it. She scorched it hastily over one of the burning candles and brought a dish of water nearer from the mirror. When she made an incision from which dark blood flowed Varric thought he was going to throw up. 

-Bring some cloth Varric. - she commanded. The dwarf gathered his strength and walked over to the closet grabbing the first shirt that was at hand. Hawke placed it close to the Inquisitor's right side. The oozing blood was slowly seeping into the linen material. 

Suddenly they heard someone's footsteps on the stairs. 

-Inquisitor, we have searched the entire fortress and Hawke is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps... - Josephine, dressed in her formal, buff outfit, was suddenly silent. On the spacious bed lay the Inquisitor and next to him sat the Champion with a bloodied knife. - For the love of Andraste. Guards! 

-It's ok ruffles. - said the dwarf trying to calm her down. - Hawke is trying to help him. 

-Help? - you could hear disbelief in the ambassador's voice. 

-This broken rib made him bleed internally. - Marian explained. - We have to drain the fluid or he will suffocate in his own blood. 

-We have to call a medic. - the ambassador answered after a while, this time more convinced. 

-I was just about to suggest it. But it has to be someone damn good. 

-We have a woman here. She arrived not long ago and has already managed to save three hopeless cases. 

-Bring her in. 

Ayden grew weaker by the minute. His breathing became more labored and shallow. He mumbled incessantly and his skin resembled the embers of a bonfire. Hawke patted his cheek lightly from time to time in an effort to keep him conscious. 

- Damn it Ayden, don't die on me now. - she muttered. Once again she addressed him by name. This time however, she did not hide the thought. 

They heard footsteps again. Josephine was already accompanied by the promised medic. Hawke lifted her gaze. Green eyes looked up at her from the woman's bright face. Her golden hair was tied in a loose ponytail and her peach lips betrayed a slight shock. 

-Mira? - Varric asked. 

-Well. This world is really small. - she announced, and her lips lifted in a slight smile. 

-I assume you know each other? - asked Josephine. 

-You could say that. - this time Hawke spoke up. 

-Sweet Andrade, should I send some additional help? - lamented the frightened ambassador staring at the mumbling Inquisitor. 

Mira approached the bedside trying to assess his condition. 

-No. - she announced shortly. - Your medics would bother me more anyway. This one here is enough. - saying that she pointed with her head at Marian. 

-All right. Keep me informed. - demanded Josephine and ran briskly down the stairs. In the distance, you could hear her silent prayers to the Maker. 

-I see you have made progress in medicine. - said the golden-haired woman with a slight smile, staring at the Inquisitor's cut side. 

Marian only sighed. 

-Anders must have trained you well. - she added after a moment reaching into her medicine bag. She pulled out a few bandages, some ointments, and vials of potions. - We have to wait until the thickened blood has completely drained away. Then we can start working. 

Her hands did not stop working. After a while, a small needle was in her long fingers and Mira tried to thread it. 

-How is he? - she asked in the meantime. 

Hawke pressed her lips together, knowing exactly that she meant Anders. 

-He is dead. - she answered shortly. 

Mira stopped all her activity. Her peach-colored lips were just holding a small thread and pure shock was painted on her pale face. 

-How? - she asked shortly. 

-It's a long story, Mira. Now we must focus on saving his life. - saying this Hawke shifted her blue gaze to Herald. 

The woman understood and resumed her preparations. 

Ayden's voice grew quieter. Mira ran her fingers over his ribs. She sensed one that was broken and climbed onto the bed. She turned him onto his left side. Before she did anything she looked at the bandage that was wrapped around his shoulder. She was impressed with its care. She looked briefly at Hawke. 

- A deep puncture wound. - answered the Champion to an unasked question. - The spike had to be removed. 

On earlier inspection, the woman had also noticed bandages on his thigh and bicep. 

-Maker's balls, who got him like that? - she asked. She did not expect an answer however, and one did not come. She went back to the broken rib. Her firm hands moved Herald's right shoulder several times. At one point Ayden groaned a little louder and Mira turned him onto his back again. She took several larger pillows and placed them under his head and back. After a moment, she grabbed a piece of prepared cloth and stepped out onto the balcony. Her green eyes looked around intensely. The railings and the stone floor were covered with a large layer of snow. She gathered as much as she could and wrapped it in the cloth, making a cold compress. 

Varric and Hawke watched her work in silence. The woman was extremely composed and focused. She placed the cold compress over the incision Marian had made. The Inquisitor flinched slightly, but that was his only reaction. 

-Keep the poultice there until the snow and ice have completely dissolved. - she instructed the Champion. Marian complied. Mira grabbed another cloth and walked over to the bowl of water. When she returned she cleaned the slowly bleeding wound then reached for one of her ointments. She scooped some onto her fingers and applied it directly to the cut. 

-I never thought I would be rescuing a templar and Herald to that matter. There is no end to the honors. - she said suddenly with a slight irony. 

-I guess there always has to be a first time. - Varric joked. Mira only snorted. When she had finished applying the ointment, the bleeding had stopped and the ointment had been completely absorbed into the skin. She took the needle in her hand and began slowly suturing the wound. When she had finished she reached for the next thing. The small cloth was soft and covered at both ends with a sticky substance. The sticky ends clung to the skin holding the soft center exactly where she wanted it. 

Hawke couldn't get over her admiration. 

-What is this? - she asked. 

-My latest invention. - Mira said proudly. - It's more practical than bandages. 

Water has already started to drip from the compress Hawke was holding. 

-There should still be some snow on the balcony. I've also seen icicles. - Mira said. - Give him a few more of these compresses. His rib is set, but he has to avoid sudden movements, otherwise, we will have to repeat everything. 

She slowly began to assemble her supplies into a handy case. She left only two vials. The red glass was extremely familiar but Marian did not ask about it anymore. 

-I hope you know what to do with this. - said Mira indicating the bottles. Marian nodded. - And don't leave him alone. - she added. - As I said, if he moves too much he will destroy all my efforts. 

She got out of bed and headed for the stairs. 

-Are you leaving us already? - the dwarf asked. 

-Listen Varric, I would love to chat about the good old days, but the Inquisitor, though an extremely important person, is not my only patient. 

-Maker's balls I never thought you would join the Inquisition. - said the dwarf in disbelief. 

-I didn't either, but he and his men are the only ones who seem to be doing anything about this damn mess. - saying this she pointed at Herald. - All the rest are jumping down each other's throats because of pieces of land or something. 

-I'm glad you're here Mira. - Hawke spoke up suddenly. Her right hand bravely held the wrap, while her left squeezed the Inquisitor's hand. Mira's green eyes caught it momentarily. 

-I want to know how he died, Marian. - she said firmly. - I also want to know if the bastards responsible for his death are biting the dust. - she added seriously and headed up the stairs to the exit. 

Hawke lowered her gaze. Ayden moved slightly and tightened his grip on her fingers. 

-I can handle it Varric. - she turned to the dwarf. 

-All right. I'll be nearby if you need anything though. - replied the dwarf. As he walked down the stairs, Marian only heard vaguely: - On Andraste's breaches, Mira in the Inquisition. The world had truly stood on its head. 

The Champion smiled under her breath. She glanced at the Inquisitor. Mira had really done a good job. His breathing was no longer so heavy and he seemed to be slowly recovering. Under her fingers, she felt the snow in the fabric melt completely. She stood up and walked out to the balcony. Her blue gaze wandered for a moment over the snowy peaks. The surroundings were truly beautiful. She drew fresh mountain air into her lungs and set about preparing another compress. She scooped cold fluff into her hands and pulled a couple of frozen icicles off the railing. When she approached the bed she found the Inquisitor staring at the ceiling. She froze for a moment and furrowed her brow. When he blinked a few times, she calmed a bit. 

- I think I have found a way out of this situation Hawke. - he said in a calm voice. Surprise blossomed on the Champion's face. Just a moment ago he was once again fighting for his life. When did he have time to think about anything? Did she stay on the balcony that long? She didn't even have time to speak when he continued. - You said Sebastian must have known about Anders' death. - his green, focused gaze still didn't leave the ceiling. Small drops decorated his forehead letting her know that the fever still wouldn't let go. 

- Inquisitor, don't focus on that now. - she finally managed to say and sat down on the edge of the bed. She applied another cold compress. Ayden flinched slightly and turned his head. He looked like he had come back from a stream of his own thoughts. 

- We can use this. - he continued. Had he not heard what she just said or was he delirious? 

- For now, use the time to get a recovery... a good recovery. - she said firmly. 

Ayden groaned quietly, trying to take in too much air. His green eyes stared at her with such intensity that she felt uncomfortable for a moment. 

- Hawke, when that ambassador arrives at Starkhaven it will set off an avalanche of events for which we must be prepared. 

Marian sighed only in slight resignation. Her right hand still held the cold compress, while with her left she put unruly strands of hair behind her ear. 

- Do you always have to have a plan for everything? - she asked. 

- It is easier this way. - he answered softly. - If I don't have a plan, people die. 

- A plan does not guarantee that they will stop. - she argued. 

- But it will minimize the damage. - he bounced the ball. Maker, did he always have to have the final say too? She felt the warm touch of his fingers on her right hand. She looked first at it and then at the Inquisitor. 

- Thank you. - he said softly. - You saved my life. 

She grunted nervously. 

- I had help. Besides, you saved me at Crestwood. - she explained. 

- I had help. - he answered seriously. Their gazes met for a long moment after which the corners of Marian's mouth rose and she burst out laughing. The Inquisitor involuntarily followed her example, but quickly regretted it. He hissed softly, feeling a dull pain in his right side. 

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - she said quickly, trying to become serious again. 

Ayden sighed shallowly, but the warm smile never left his face. Hawke felt a warmth in her cheeks. Maker's breath! 

- Tell me about your plan. - she tried to take up another subject quickly. 

The Inquisitor shifted his gaze to the ceiling and immersed himself in his thoughts again. 

- If we prove that Sebastian knew about Anders' death and decided to occupy Kirkwall after all, Starkhaven will lose the support of the other cities. Instead of a sincere desire to make things right, the Prince will be seen as someone driven by personal vendetta rather than well being of the people of Kirkwall. 

- And how are you going to prove that? Anders... - Marian has fallen silent for a moment. - ...for a long time it was just the two of us. In the villages where we stayed, no one had even heard of what happened in Kirkwall. No one knew us. 

- But you know what happened. - said the Inquisitor seriously. - And your word as a Champion of Kirkwall carries great weight. 

- A former Champion. - she corrected him. - Who, for all intents and purposes, left this city in complete chaos. 

- That doesn't matter to the Free Marches. Champions in cities play a huge role. Their actions, whatever they may be, are considered right. 

Marian furrowed her brow. 

- Didn't you hear the part about the chaos? 

- Hawke, before the mage-related riots broke out, you saved Kirkwall from a group of Qunari. - he explained. - Their arishok nearly tore the city in half. After that, your actions related to the mages were certainly seen as necessary. 

Marian turned her head without taking her blue eyes off him. 

- I'm sure people remember how the fight with Meredith ended. - he continued. - As far as I know, the statues that you defeated came to life in the main square of the Gallows. 

Hawke grimaced at the memory of that day. Perhaps the Inquisitor was right, but facing the past was leaving her breathless. 

Ayden could see the conflict on her face. 

- You loved him. - he stated suddenly. There was understanding in his voice. Marian clenched her fingers more tightly on the cold cloth. - I will pray that his soul will go to the Maker. 

The blue eyes looked at him sternly. The Champion struggled to hold back tears. 

- I didn't know him Hawke, but I think he wouldn't want you to give up your life without a fight. - He added softly. 

Marian drew in the cool air with trembling lips. 

- Your plan... I agree to it. - she said at last. 

The Inquisitor seemed relieved. 

- But I have a condition. - she added after a moment. - I want Sebastian to appear in Skyhold. I want to look him in the eye. 

- I am sure that when the Prince receives the message he will not need to be persuaded to do so. - Herald admitted. - The Vael family has always been famous for their impulsiveness so I don't think he would leave such a matter to diplomats. 

Hawke couldn't agree more. After all, she had helped Sebastian get rid of those responsible for the deaths of his family. 

She felt under her fingers that the cold compress had once again completely dissolved. She wrapped the cloth more and wiped away the water running down his bare skin. Again, she felt the redness showing on her cheeks. She quickly glanced at the Inquisitor. Thank the Maker, he was not looking at her. His green gaze once more drifted off into a stream of thoughts. Again he was calculating something. Again he was determining some plan. After a moment, he furrowed his brow. One of the larger drops ran down his temple. When Hawke put a hand to his forehead he seemed to wake up. He looked at her in slight surprise. 

Marian got up slowly and walked over to a small table grabbing one of the bottles Mira had left behind. She walked over to the Inquisitor and handed him the potion. 

- Elven root? - he asked and soured his face slightly. Maker, he hated this concoction so much. It was bitter, astringent, and dulled his mind. 

- Not exactly. The potion has a touch of an elven root but it is something different. I must say, it is more restorative than any other. 

Ayden took the red vial in his hand with some trepidation but he drank it obediently. Surprisingly, it was not bitter, which was a pleasant surprise for his palate. Hawke took the empty bottle and silently returned it to the table. 

- The specific will get you back on your feet quickly but you still need to take it easy for a while. I'll check again... - she was suddenly silent. The Inquisitor had his head turned away and his eyes closed. His breathing was calm and regular. The events of today combined with the potion and sheer fatigue had finally overcome him. She walked over to the bed and gently untied the bandage on his biceps. The wound was healing properly. Ones that are near his left shoulder blade and thigh she would have to check when he woke up. She sighed quietly and covered him with the bedding. He didn't even move. She looked around the room and walked over to a few dressers looking for some alcohol. She hissed quietly when she found nothing. The Inquisitor didn't even have wine in here? She regretted not asking Varric to bring her something. She walked over to a shelf of books and picked one blindly. She desperately needed something to occupy her head. Subconsciously, she felt that some trouble was coming and it wasn't even about that unfortunate event in Denerim. The Grey Wardens were preparing an army and it was like the calm before the storm. She just hoped they had time before the lightning strike. 
 

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The intensive convalescence lasted a good few days. Everyone during this time meticulously made sure that the Inquisitor did not move from his bed. His three advisors personally provided him with ongoing reports so that he had something to do. Josephine was able to negotiate with Orlais to move more troops into Sahrnia, clearing the area of the red templar infestation. Unfortunately, it turned out that their actions were well known to the baroness Poulin, who ruled the town. With her permission, they kidnapped the inhabitants and used them to work in the mining of red lyrium. Some of them were also used as research subjects. The templars tested the effects of the red lyrium on their bodies in order to improve their own transformation. 

Ayden read these reports with a heavy heart, imagining what those poor people had gone through. Fortunately, their nightmare was over, and the Inquisition had gained extensive information about the activities of the red templars in addition to its considerable influence. Additional information was that fortress of Suledin had been occupied by a demon who named himself Imshael. He was the one responsible for bringing the templars to the area and occupying it. One of the knights who was still alive when the Inquisition entered with its troops described the demon as a gardener tending his plants. Ayden felt a shiver run down his spine. Could he have ended up similarly had he not been at the Conclave? He didn't want to even consider such a scenario. He would have preferred death. The Inquisition would have to get rid of as much of the red lyrium from these quarries as possible. Fortunately, it was not in every case harmful as Dagna had reported. The ruby chunks that the Inquisitor had provided for testing actually turned out to be devoid of any of the corrupting properties typical of the material. This meant that the soldiers of the Inquisition did not have to worry about its effects during a possible injury which drastically improved their concentration during clashes. 

He stood in front of the scratched mirror preparing for the long-awaited day he would finally spend outside of his chamber. He looked at his thigh. Only a small scar remained of the ruby spike. So was the mark on his bicep. He turned his back to the mirror doing a visual inspection of his left shoulder blade. The mark from the third spike was larger and was accompanied by additional longitudinal scars that were the remnants of the knife Hawke had used. This part however, had also healed completely. Ayden faced the mirror again. He took a deeper breath testing his right rib. The stabbing pain was now just a distant memory. Strange concoctions Hawke had been treating him with were indeed working wonders. 

He put on a cotton shirt, over which he donned his leather vest, and brought his copper hair up to order using a tub of fresh water. When he heard indistinct footsteps on the stairs, he adjusted his maroon scarf and turned around. The blue eyes stared at him intensely. 

-He has arrived. - Hawke said shortly. Her cherry-colored lips twisted into a worried grimace. 

The Inquisitor sighed quietly and looked in the mirror one last time. 

-The show is about to start. - he said as if to himself. 

Marian bit her lip and her fingers tightened on the wooden railing of the stairs. 

Ayden walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. His bright green gaze was filled with certainty. 

-Hawke, it's going to be okay. Tell them what really happened and I'll take care of the rest. - he assured her. - And whatever happens, don't get into unnecessary discussions with him. 

Marian nodded only slightly. When he had gone down two steps he felt a light squeeze on his right hand. He turned around. 

-Thank you. - she said quietly. 

He covered her fingers with his other hand and smiled warmly. 

-You are an important member of the Inquisition Hawke. - he replied. - I could not have done otherwise. 

The Champion released her grip and a strange grimace appeared on her face. Something like disappointment? It lasted for a blink of an eye however, and was quickly replaced by a lion's determination. 

A sizable crowd had gathered in the main hall. Everyone was eagerly awaiting their Inquisitor. Although Josephine had mentioned that his protracted absence was beginning to be felt, even he had not expected such interest. He walked over to the Inquisitor's chair and sat down on it confidently. His right ankle customarily landed on his left knee, and the fingers of his hands, hidden behind leather gloves, intertwined slightly. The ambassador standing next to him leaned over and whispered: 

-Are you sure this is how you want to play it, Inquisitor? We are risking a lot. 

- Yes. - he answered shortly with certainty on his face. Josephine did not continue the conversation. Ayden had not informed her of what Hawke had done. He hadn't informed anyone. Everything was left between him, Varric, and the Champion. It was better that way because didn't complicate an already confusing situation. His focused green gaze swept the room briefly. In the center of it, two rows of guards stood to the right and left, making sure the advancing crowd left a passage for the arriving guests. 

A quiet knocking on the floor echoed off the stone walls. The three arriving dignitaries slowly approached the Inquisitor. Two of them Ayden had met. They were brothers who had arrived at the fortress a few weeks earlier. Between them walked the third man. His white leather armor adorned with gold trim sounded quietly with every step he took. His brown hair, neatly combed back, shone slightly, and his cold blue eyes never let Herald out of their sight. When they stood before the Inquisitor all three bowed slightly. Ayden knew that respecting his office was a calculated move. Prince Sebastian realized he had to play by the rules because, in addition to the members of the Inquisition, many envoys from the Free Marches were looking on. Ayden had sent letters to the other cities informing them of the Prince's reprehensible behavior and his unlawful intrusion into Kirkwall so each of them sent a representative to the fortress. 

-Inquisitor I present Prince Sebastian Vael, lord of Starkhaven. - Josephine spoke formally. 

- I welcome you, Prince on behalf of both myself and the entire Inquisition. - greeted Ayden. 

-Herald, I come here in person, even though one of your members tried to take my life. - the Prince got straight to the point. - It is my hope that you have seen the harm that has been done and that those responsible will face the consequences. I and all of Starkhaven have always supported you and this organization. I hope that I was not mistaken in my judgments. 

There was a deep silence in the room. All eyes shifted to the Inquisitor waiting for his words. The green eyes stared at the Prince intensely. It was as if he was studying the terrain. 

-Venerable Prince. - he spoke at last. - I do not deny that you support the Inquisition, but that did not stop you from making unfounded accusations. 

The Prince visibly clenched his teeth. He could hardly contain his outburst. 

-Inquisitor. - he said calmly. - The accusations were not unfounded. The ambassadors present with me were informed by one of your agents that he had information about associates of the murderer who blew up the chantry in Kirkwall. It turned out however, that this individual was trying to lure me into a trap and kill me. That doesn't leave much room for interpretation. 

Ayden pulled his ankle supported on his knee and leaned in slightly. 

-Your previous envoy informed us that there were no insignia of the Inquisition on the man, and I assure you that all our agents have them. 

-So, Herald, are you suggesting that an outsider got into the heart of your fortress unnoticed? That doesn't sound very credible to me. - Sebastian argued. 

-And what credibility can we hope for in the case of your two ambassadors? We only have their word, which we can't verify in any way. 

-Are you suggesting we made this up?! - outraged one of the brothers. Sebastian stopped him with a gesture. 

-The Seron brothers have served the House of Vael for many years. Their loyalty is beyond question. - he explained. 

Ayden lifted his chin slightly and leaned back in his chair. Golden eye symbol above his head reflected the shy rays of the midday sun through the colorful stained glass windows. Even from a short distance, it looked as if Andraste herself was looking at those gathered in the hall and judging their deeds. 

-And your loyalty to them? To the Free Marches? - he asked mysteriously. 

The Prince furrowed his brow, not quite sure what the Inquisitor meant. 

-What are these questions aimed at, Inquisitor? - he asked. 

-Prince Sebastian. You know very well that mage Anders has been dead for quite some time now. 

The Prince's blue eyes widened and surprise blossomed on his face. Ayden smiled slightly seeing that he had hit the nail on the head. Green gaze quickly glanced at the ambassadors of the other cities. There was genuine curiosity in their eyes. 

-Choose your next words carefully Inquisitor because, despite my sincere support, I have received nothing but accusations from you. - Sebastian spoke through his teeth. 

-And I have not heard a denial. - said the Inquisitor firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the ambassadors' eyes turn to the silent Prince. 

-Because the accusation is so absurd that it needs no explanation. - hissed Sebastian. 

-On the contrary. And if you think this is just my word against yours then I must disappoint you. 

Ayden turned his head slightly and nodded towards the ajar door leading to his chamber. Standing there Marian sighed as if gathering her strength and stepped confidently into the hall. She was dressed in the formal attire of the Champion so that everyone present would have no doubt who she was. Silent whispers spread through the air. 

Sebastian could not take his eyes off her. Pure shock now appeared on his face. His surprised mouth lifted slightly. 

-I would like to introduce Marian Hawke. - said the Inquisitor formally. - The Champion of Kirkwall, who for some time now has been assisting the Inquisition with her advice and experience in the fight against Corypheus. It also just so happens that Hawke has knowledge that contradicts the Prince's declarations. 

Whispers rose for a moment but were immediately silenced. 

Marian's blue gaze collided with Sebastian's blue eyes. Her cherry lips tightened slightly. She took a short breath trying to control her trembling. 

-You knew Anders was dead because you sent the thugs who stabbed him in front of me. - she said firmly. The whisper carried through the room like a wave. - You didn't even have the courage to do it yourself. 

Sebastian's mouth seemed to fill with water. The twins who had accompanied him looked at him in astonishment. Why doesn't their Prince deny it? Why isn't he defending himself? 

Hawke shifted her gaze to the crowd. 

-I know that Anders committed a terrible crime. He knew it too and he repented of it every day. 

Her gaze shifted again to Sebastian. 

-Andraste teaches about mercy, about the possibility of atonement, and Prince, despite his unwavering faith as he claims, is driven only by envy. The occupation of Kirkwall, the city that was once my home, that was probably the home of some of you here is the result of one man's private crusade. 

-Prince Sebastian, is this true? - came a sudden voice from the depths of the room. 

-Anders was a heretic and a murderer. He deserved death, not the grace of forgiveness. - answered the Prince firmly. - All those who helped him deserve the same. 

Hawke wanted to speak, but she felt someone's touch on her hand. She looked at the Inquisitor who nodded slightly. She gnashed her teeth as she swallowed the words she wanted to get out. She took a half step back, standing closer to the chair. 

-The people of Kirkwall have already been through hell. - said the Inquisitor, trying to put the conversation back on track. - Your armies are adding more to it. Because of your interference, the city is still unable to rise from its knees. 

Another moment of thick silence passed. The Inquisitor's green eyes glanced again at the city ambassadors. They rubbed their beards in contemplation while talking quietly with their advisors. The two brothers accompanying Sebastian measured their Prince with grey eyes searching for answers. Even if the Prince intended to defend himself he was forewarned on this point. 

-Prince Sebastian. Ansburg demands the withdrawal of your troops from Kirkwall. - said the first ambassador and stood up theatrically. After a moment, another stood up. 

-Kaiten supports the request. 

And another. 

-Hercynia supports as well. 

And another. 

-Wycome supports. 

After a while, all gathered were eyewitnesses to an authentic political vote. Ayden knew that this was a historic moment, for he did not recall a meeting in which all the representatives of the cities of the Free Marches were so unanimous. As the last ambassador stood up, the Inquisitor shifted nervously in his chair. 

-The Free City of Ostwick also approves. - the man announced. His neatly styled ginger hair was slightly lighter than the Inquisitor's, and a palette of red freckles covered his face, obscured by a fiery beard. He was also visibly older than Herald but their resemblance could not be overlooked. Ayden sighed briefly and leaned back in his chair. 

-Prince Sebastian. The Free Marches have spoken with one voice. - he announced. - Your troops are to leave Kirkwall and as reparation, you will pay compensation to its inhabitants, the amount of which will be determined by a team of experts appointed by the free cities. 

The Prince shifted his cool gaze to Hawke for a moment. The Champion gnashed her teeth and her fingers clenched into fists. 

-I will fulfill these conditions within a week. - his gaze traveled to Herald again. - However, know that the Inquisition has permanently lost the support of Starkhaven. 

The Inquisitor lifted his chin in silence. Raw green eyes meticulously hid his thoughts. 

Sebastian bowed slightly and he and the two ambassadors headed for the exit. 

Another hearing came to an end and one by one the people gathered in the room began to disperse. Ayden rose from his seat and looked at Marian. Her blue gaze followed the departing prince. 

-Don't worry about him. The Prince has been stripped of any influence. He cannot harm us anymore. - the Inquisitor announced. 

-And we have gained the support of the other free cities, haven't we? - hissed the Champion. - Is that why you made me testify? Is that why I had to participate in this whole thing? 

The Inquisitor sighed loudly. 

-Hawke... - he began but the Marian gave him an icy blue stare. 

-I am not your fucking pawn on the chessboard, Inquisitor! - she growled and headed for the exit. He wanted to stop her but was interrupted by one of the ambassadors, who was already accompanied by Josephine. Lady ambassador was laughing, obviously amused by some of his clever comments. Out of the corner of his eye, Ayden noticed Varric joining the Champion. The two exchanged a few nervous sentences and disappeared behind the main door. He would have to talk to her later. 

Meanwhile, he smiled slightly and greeted the ambassador with a handshake. 

-Well played Herald. - the blond man spoke up. - No wonder the Inquisition is growing stronger with such a capable leader. I didn't think you'd be able to bring the Champion of Kirkwall here. Her word carries great weight. 

-Our Inquisitor has many talents messere. - said the ambassador in a taunting tone. 

-The sole purpose of the Inquisition is to bring chaos under control, ambassador. - explained Ayden. Josephine only grunted. 

-And we are all grateful to you for that. - replied the dignitary. - I also want to inform you that Ansburg will be sending a hundred of its best men to Skyhold. 

-This is an extremely generous gesture ambassador. - Ayden thanked him. 

-We must support each other in these difficult times. Indifference is a luxury no one can afford now. Except perhaps for the Prince of Starkhaven. - he added the last sentence with a pinch of salt and smiled slightly. Ayden smiled back. 

One by one, ambassadors from other cities approached him, offering more or less support for the Inquisition. Starkhaven may have closed its borders to them but the other cities were unanimous in their support. Last to approach was the representative from Ostwick. The man raised his chin slightly. His gray-green gaze stared at the Inquisitor intensely. 

-I see that my youngest brother is not slowing down. - he spoke seriously. For the next few moments, neither of them spoke. Some invisible tension hung in the air. Suddenly the red-haired man reached out and hugged the Inquisitor warmly, patting him on the back. - Good to see you Ayden. - he murmured. Ayden returned the hug. 

-You too Karl. - said Herald. - Josephine take care of the rest of our dear ambassadors. I will take care of this one. 

A small smile appeared on the face of the red-haired man. 

Josephine bowed only slightly and joined the group of dignitaries. Before they all left the hall her inarticulate laughter could still be heard. 

The Inquisitor led his brother to his chamber. There they could talk freely, away from prying ears. Karl looked around the room with admiration. 

-You have done quite well here. - he said. 

Ayden walked over to him and handed him a glass of something that looked like red wine. Karl smelled the drink and took a small sip. 

-I see that your habits remain the same. Do you still not drink alcohol? 

-You know me, Karl. I prefer to keep a sober mind when I make decisions. Especially now. 

The freckled man smiled and stepped out onto the spacious balcony. His grey-green eyes took in the beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains. 

-You can forget the world has gone mad here. - he said quietly and took a sip of his cherry juice. 

-I try not to forget it. - Ayden admitted, joining his brother. The man smiled slightly once again. 

-I can't believe it. The youngest Trevelyan hailed as Herald, sent by Andraste herself. And not so long ago your only job was to run through the corridors of our mansion and persuade everyone to play a game of chess with you. 

-It's just a title, Karl. People have to believe in something or they'll be consumed by despair. - he explained. 

Karl silently took another sip from his glass. 

-I know, Ayden. - he spoke at last. - I saw the remains of the Breach on my way here. It is not something one can so easily get over with. 

The Inquisitor sighed quietly and leaned his elbow against the stone railing. 

-How are Flora and the children? - he asked, trying to change the subject. 

-Very well. Victoria has been learning horse riding lately. I must admit that she has a talent for it. She even won her first race. Garret, on the other hand, seems to have gotten into you. He's far too smart for his age. You know he's already beaten half the court with chess? And try to get into a discussion with him. After fifteen minutes you'll forget what your thought was when you started the conversation. 

Ayden laughed heartily. Apparently, he had a different view of himself than the rest of the family. 

-How are Mathias and Valeria? 

-Well, our dear brother is expecting his first child. Apparently, he's going to have a daughter. It's due any day now. 

-That's great! - said the Inquisitor enthusiastically. 

-But he is so stressed that he has turned into a ball of nerves and sometimes it is hard to stand him. And Valeria? Dear sister has finally found her other half and it seems that she is going to settle down to our mother's delight. 

-Who is the happy mate? - Ayden snorted. 

-Ladrin Thraskil. 

-Thraskil? The son of Marina and Olaf? The accountant? 

-The same one. I know, we were shocked too. Valeria seems to have grown up and finished with "bad boys." 

The gray-green eyes of his brother looked at Inquisitor warmly. 

-She wanted to come here with me you know? She always said you were her favorite brother and she had to come to visit you. We had to convince her to let it go and believe me it wasn't easy. The road here is not the safest. 

-I'd like to see her too but I'm glad you were able to keep her in Ostwick. - admitted the Inquisitor. 

- Everyone misses you Ayden. - Karl added seriously. 

-Everyone? - asked the Inquisitor uncertainly and took a sip of cherry juice. 

-Father too. He doesn't say it directly but I know he misses your conversations. I think he feels guilty for sending you to the Conclave. 

-He didn't send me, Karl. I'm a templar. It was my duty. 

-It was because of him that you ended up in the Order in the first place. "The youngest son of the Trevelyan's must follow the path of the Maker." He had that principle etched in his mind like notations in stone. And now the world stood on its head. Templars and mages have begun to kill each other and you have been hailed as the next prophet. For a man as strong a believer as our father, this is hard to swallow. 

Ayden lowered his gaze and sighed aloud. 

-Karl, if you had seen what I saw... - he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. - I know that the Chantry has disowned us, and I know full well that they call me a heretic, but my actions, the actions of the Inquisition are too important for me to throw it all away now and go home. 

-When the news of the explosion at the Temple of Sacred Ashes reached us, it was like a hit in the head. - said Karl thoughtfully. - We thought you were dead. Believe it or not, it nearly killed our father. 

Ayden leaned his elbows against the railing, his thoughtful green gaze wandering over the snowy peaks. 

-We later learned that by some miracle you had survived and that it was Andraste herself who had brought you back and named you as her successor. Each new piece of news was more unbelievable than the last. A Breach in the sky, rifts, demons. We didn't want to give credence to these reports and not long after all of this was followed by another blow. Haven was buried under piles of snow and most likely everyone died. It was as if you died a second time. And it turns out you survived and the Inquisition is gathering an army to fight some darkspawn. 

-I know how it sounds, Karl... - the Inquisitor began, but his brother interrupted him. 

-Let me finish, Ayden. I don't know if you were actually marked by Andraste or if you are just so damn lucky, but know this.. we are all proud of you. 

The Inquisitor shifted his surprised gaze to his brother. 

-If Andraste has indeed chosen you to save the world, she could not have chosen better. A few days ago I heard one of Garret's peers asked him what his uncle is doing for a living. Do you know what my son told him? 

The Inquisitor nodded in the negative. 

- "My uncle saves the world." 

Ayden felt some invisible force squeeze his throat. He took a few nervous breaths, trying to control the trembling. He took a long, steady sip of the cherry liquor, emptying his glass completely. In that one moment, he regretted that it was not wine. Karl walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder. 

-I see a lot of people drawing strength and faith from you. I want you to know that you have someone to draw from, too. When all this craziness is over, you have a home you can go back to. I know our father will be happy to see you. You were the only one who could hold an intelligent conversation with him anyway. At least that's what he says. 

-Thank you. - Ayden whispered under his breath. He felt as if a heavy stone had rolled away from his heart. - I also miss talking with him. - he said more confidently. 

His brother patted him more firmly on the shoulder and finished his drink. 

-Ostwick may not be a military power, but it is a major trading hub with the Free Marches. We will support the Inquisition with our gold and provide transport ships for all who wish to contribute. 

-I couldn't ask for more Karl. - Ayden replied gratefully. 

-All right, now take me to the other noble dignitaries. Your lady ambassador has promised a feast. - Karl said with a smile. 

Ayden nodded with a slight smile and the two men walked down to the main hall where several tables were already set. Ayden looked at Karl before he joined the others. - Take care brother, and remember what I told you. 

-I will remember. - Ayden assured him. 

The red-haired man sat down at the table. 

-I hope they served wine. - he said in amusement. 

Ayden only smiled under his breath and headed for the exit. He needed to talk to Hawke, and as soon as possible. 

***

She rushed into her chamber like a hurricane. She grabbed an ornamental vase with fresh water and threw it with all her might against the stone wall. The clay object shattered loudly and the water inside flowed slowly down the gray stones. Hawke roared loudly, giving vent to her rage. She had been so stupid. She naively thought that he cared. That his "plan" was to help her rid her shoulders of the enormous burden she carried after the events in Kirkwall. Meanwhile, the Inquisitor wouldn't even let her do that. His entire "plan" was just another move of a pawn in the great game of influence. Why had she let herself be talked into it? She knew that the Inquisition needed influence, but in this one instance, Ayden should understand that this meeting was extremely important to her. 

Not Ayden, the Inquisitor. She corrected herself in her mind feeling another surge of anger. She roared again and pounded her fist on the table with all her might. She heard the sound of a door opening. 

-Hawke, he did it for the good of the Inquisition. - said the dwarf standing there. 

-Get out Varric, before I say something I'll regret myself. 

-You won't get rid of me so easily this time. 

Marian gave her friend an icy look. 

-I know the Inquisition needs influence, and I know damn well how high the stakes are, but he had no right to use my words like that. 

-Hawke, Sebastian is withdrawing troops from Kirkwall, he has lost influence throughout the Free Marches. I think he's getting the punishment he deserves. 

-He knew, Varric, he knew it was me trying to kill him. I could see it in that arrogant look of his. But he remained silent. Why? And why, when he spoke of meting out punishment to those who had helped Anders did he not mention a word about me? 

The dwarf remained silent without finding answers to these questions. 

-I will tell you why. - she continued. - Because I am the fucking Champion of Kirkwall and I will always be just that. I will always be someone's bargaining chip. Someone you don't mess with or someone whose influence you can use. Anders saw the person behind that title. I thought Inquisitor... - she swallowed her saliva loudly. - ..but he turned out to be just like the rest of them. 

-Hawke the Inquisitor... - Varric began. 

-Can speak for himself. - finished Ayden, who had just entered. - Leave us alone Varric. - he asked. The dwarf only sighed loudly and nodding in resignation left the room. 

-Have you come to see if your trophy is still hanging on the wall? - hissed the Champion and grabbed a dark whiskey standing on the table. She uncorked the bottle and took a solid sip from it. - Don't worry. The trophy will stay until it serves its purpose. 

Ayden put his hands on his back and walked over to the small window. 

-Do you know that I once wanted to be a Champion? - he asked rhetorically. Hawke was just finishing her second sip of whiskey. Her blue gaze anchored on the Inquisitor. - It had been a dream of mine ever since I first read about them. I was seven years old then. - he fell silent for a brief moment, digging up old memories. - However, I was born too late and that path was blocked for me. "The youngest son of the Trevelyan's must follow the path of the Maker." - he quoted. - It had been that way for generations and with me, it could not be any different. 

-You... didn't you want to be a templar? - Hawke asked. 

Ayden closed his eyelids and nodded slightly. 

-When my father told me that I had been sworn into the Order, I thought the whole world had come crashing down around me. But I trusted in his wisdom and the rightness of our family's principles, so I did not fight the decision. I felt that the Maker must have a plan in this. When the divine Justynia announced the Conclave I was sent with several other templars from our Order to represent Ostwick. We knew each other very well. I would even venture that they were my friends. They were so happy when our Knight-Commander chose them. They had the opportunity to see a piece of the world. - Hawke noticed his braided fingers were clenching slightly at his back. - After the explosion, their remains hadn't even been found. It was as if they had simply ceased to exist. 

-I'm sorry. - Hawke whispered. 

-I believe they are with the Maker now. I pray for that every day. - Ayden turned to her. His shining green eyes expressed peace. - We don't always have a say in our fate Hawke, but we do have a say in how we use the cards it deals us. 

Marian gnashed her teeth and put down the bottle. 

-You treat the title of Champion like a cage. Start treating it like a key. - he explained. - With it, you sunk Sebastian and the Inquisition gained some much-needed allies. 

Hawke lowered her gaze. Damn, where did her anger go now? 

-On Andraste's bra, do you always have to have an answer for everything? - she asked seriously. He smiled warmly. 

-You overestimate me, Hawke. 

-Marian. - she said informatively surprised by how easy it came to her. 

-All right Marian - he addressed her by name. - You overestimate me. 

When she heard him say her name she froze for a moment. Her hand went to the drink again. 

-I will still have to consult with Cullen, but my calculations show that we have sufficient forces to advance on Adamant. - Ayden announced, breaking the prolonged silence. - I suppose the preparations alone should not take more than three days. 

- So we are ready? - asked the Champion in an animated voice. 

-By the Maker, I hope so. We cannot delay any longer. Leliana's spies report increased activity in the fortress. I hope we do not arrive too late. 

The Inquisitor headed for the door. Before he left he turned to her one last time. 

-Marian, I am glad you are here. 

She smiled weakly and waved her hand absentmindedly. After a moment, the Inquisitor disappeared behind the door. She approached the small window tracking the moment he would appear in the courtyard. She sighed quietly when she saw the coppery hair. Ayden approached the commandant who was drillin' the soldiers and got into a discussion with him probably about the condition of the troops. She rested her forehead against the cold stones. 

-I'm glad to be here, too, Ayden. - she whispered as quietly as if she were afraid someone might hear. She closed her eyes and, clenching her fists slightly, left the room. She headed towards the tavern knowing that the dwarf was already there. Varric deserved better than yelling and resentment. This afternoon she decided that she would be the friend he deserved. 

Chapter Text

The siege of Adamant was difficult. Grey Wardens fought like lions putting up fierce resistance. Their mages managed to summon a large force of demons, which did not make things any easier. Despite winning the battle, the Inquisition troops suffered heavy losses. They had to cut off the head of the snake as soon as possible. They had to get to Clarel. Inquisitor’s small group entered a courtyard in the middle of which glowed a large green rift. The commander of the Grey Wardens had just sacrificed another Warden. Not far from her stood a tevinter mage who had managed to escape them during the battle in the Western Approach. 

-Clarel. - shouted the accompanying Logain. - Stop this madness! 

-You call this heroic sacrifice madness? - asked the mage with a slight sneer. - The Grey Wardens are ready to ensure that the Blight will never affect Thedas again. 

-We are ready to die for this, Logain. - Clarel said firmly. - You were there when the Fifth Blight swept through Ferelden. From all of us, you should understand the most. 

-I understand only that you believed the Tevinters' trickery. - Logain explained. -This mage does not want to help you. He wants to forcefully incorporate you into his master's army. Corypheus already controls most of our mages. 

-Corypheus? - there was a look of surprise on the commander's face. - But he's dead. 

-Corypheus started this madness. - the Inquisitor spoke. If he does not dissuade the commandant from her insane plan, they will face a bloody battle. For a moment he thought he had succeeded. He could see doubt in Clarel's eyes. However, she ordered the ritual to continue. The Inquisitor and his companions drew their weapons. 

-We don't have time for this. - Levius hissed and mumbled something under his breath. When he finished, a powerful roar pierced the air. Ayden felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that roar all too well. A moment later a huge shadow appeared in the sky. Two membranous wings spread wide and doing one lap, the blight-touched dragon sat majestically on one of the distant towers. Seeing what was happening Clarel seemed to come to her senses. She uttered a short spell and directed it at the mage. Levius flew several meters into the air and fell heavily to the ground. He got up quickly and started to run away into the depths of the fortress. Driven by revenge, Clarel rushed after him. Ayden shouted to his companions and the pursuit began. The giant dragon flew to the air once more, circling over the walls like a vulture over a battlefield. Its red breath wreaking havoc. The Inquisitor finally caught up with the commander, who was venting her rage by casting spells at the mage. He looked around quickly. They were in the open, and with a dragon circling overhead, it was not the best position. 

-You killed us! You killed the Grey Wardens! - hissed Clarel as she unleashed another volley of lightning from her hand. Levius scowled at the cobblestones. 

-You killed them yourself. - he said with a slight smile. He didn't care if he died anymore. Another roar pierced the air. The landing dragon suddenly grabbed the commander with its teeth and threw her a few meters forward. Clarel landed hard on the cobblestones. The huge paws were approaching her inexorably. 

-In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. - whispered the Grey Warden, clutching her bleeding belly. She poured what's left of her strength into one last spell and a moment later, sparking lightning struck the reptile's throat. The dragon shuddered and rolled across the smoothed stones. An Inquisitor standing nearby barely avoided being crushed by its massive body. However, the force of the impact was powerful enough to destroy the overpass they were on. Individual pieces of what had been a solid floor began cascading down into the chasm and Ayden slid down with them. He had almost managed to grab solid ground when he heard a desperate voice behind him. Hawke clung to the sloping edge dangling her legs over the bleak void. Ayden lay on his stomach and tried to pull her up. Suddenly, just behind him, he heard a rasping crack and the entire section of the overpass they were on flew into the abyss. Fear struck him with redoubled force. "Maker, this is the end," he thought. The image of his brother, with whom he had spoken not so long ago, flashed before his eyes. This time Karl would be in real mourning. Somewhere in the distance, he heard familiar sparking. He didn't focus on it though. He curled up into a ball and surrendered to fate. 

For a moment the world was filled with ink blackness and suddenly he felt himself falling again. His head was down, so he desperately began to wave his arms to turn around. It did not help. Just before he reached the ground his body slowed down and finally came to a complete stop. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was suspended in the air about a meter above the ground. He stretched out his hand in curiosity and tried to touch the black surface with his index finger. The moment he did so, the force holding him stopped and with a heavy groan he hit the ground. He stood up slowly groaning quietly. He gripped the metal covering of his helmet trying to control the slight ringing in his ears. He shook his head a few times and looked around a little more carefully now. His pupils dilated. Slowly he pulled off his helmet as if not believing what he was seeing. The darkened green sky was dotted with bits of rock floating in the air. From time to time, sparking discharges could be heard somewhere in the distance. 

-Where are we? - he heard somewhere above him. He raised his green eyes. Hawke was hanging over his head and her feet seemed to have naturally stuck to the hanging rock. 

-That's...Fade. - this time the voice came from the right. Logain, standing nearby, was almost in a similar position to Hawke. - Your mark. - he added after a moment. - It must have opened a passage. 

-And I thought nothing more strange would happen to me. - said Varric. The dwarf was standing next to Ayden. Fortunately, he was not breaking the laws of gravity. 

- We are in the Fade, but I don't think we died. - came another nonchalant voice. Dorian was just shaking out his robes. 

- Have we physically entered? - asked the Inquisitor in disbelief. - How is that even possible? 

- Your mark has already done so many interesting things and you still ask? - laughed the mage. 

- I will ask a more practical question. - Hawke said. - How do I get down to you? 

- I've never been to the Fade personally, but if the principles are similar to those in dreams then all you need to do is simply go ahead. Gravity here is a very relative concept. - Dorian explained. 

Hawke cautiously stepped forward, and before she knew it, she was standing next to them. She had to admit that it was an unusual experience. Logain followed her example. 

- So... What's the plan? - Varric asked. 

- You've been in a similar situation before. - Hawke turned to the Inquisitor. - Does any of this look familiar? 

- I don't remember what happened in Haven, Hawke. - he muttered as if in slight annoyance. Marian pressed her cherry lips together. 

Ayden furrowed his forehead and pressed his fingers to the base of his nose. 

- Think, think. - he whispered. 

- Look over there. - Varric spoke up suddenly, pointing his finger at the horizon. There was a huge breach in the sky that looked like a breach in Haven. 

- This could be our way back. - Dorian stated. 

Ayden sighed aloud. He had no better plan anyway. He put his helmet back on and headed toward the breach. 

After a few dozen meters, they were attacked by a group of spiders. Do spiders live in the Fade? The creatures did not put up much resistance so they quickly managed to deal with them. As they made their way along a small rocky path to another more open area, a figure appeared to their eyes. Dressed in the robes of the Chantry, the woman stared into the breach. After a moment she turned around. Ayden froze and almost held his breath. 

-Divine Justinia? - he asked in disbelief. 

The woman smiled slightly, deepening the many wrinkles on her face. 

-You must reach the breach. This is your only way out. - she spoke calmly. - A powerful demon rules this place. A demon in the service of Corypheus himself. It feeds on fear, terror, and now the world is filled with it. 

-Who...what are you? - asked the Inquisitor once more. 

The woman smiled. 

-The path forward is blocked by a barrier of taken memories. You must exterminate the minor demons that control it. You must regain the lost part of yourself, Inquisitor. 

The woman did not speak again and Ayden felt that further questions would go unanswered. After a moment, luminous figures began to loom in the open area between the protruding stalagmites. The Inquisitor drew his sword and his left hand grasped a templar shield. The others followed his lead. Previously phlegmatic, the seemingly attacked demons resisted fiercely. Bolts from Varric's crossbow mingled with Dorian's fireballs created a deadly dance. Hawke performed her cat-like acrobatics and slashed the air with her twin blades. The demons roared just dissolving into the air. Logain raised his shield and positioned himself with his back to the Inquisitor. Ayden did likewise, allowing both men to protect each other's backs. The demons advancing on them had no chance. When the fighting finally stopped Herald looked around carefully. Some of the creatures had left behind pale orbs of light. He approached one of them and reach out his hand. 

Why are you doing this? You of all people?  

They heard. 

-What was that? - asked the confused dwarf. 

Ayden shook his head slightly. Something in his memory was stirring to life. Guided by some inner instinct, he approached the next passage. 

Hold the sacrifice.  

Another bass voice rang out. No one doubted who it belonged to. Ayden shook his head slightly again. It was as if a single torch slowly began to illuminate the darkness in his mind. He leaned over the next light. 

Run while you can! Warn them!  

Justinia's desperate voice echoed through the air. The Inquisitor clutched his helmet with his hand. The surging wave of returning memories brought him to his knees. The fragments of events finally fell into a logical whole. 

The Divine Justinia was immobilized by a group of Grey Wardens using magical bonds. Terror was painted in her bright eyes. After a moment, Corypheus stood in front of her, holding an elven artifact in his hand. His clawed hand moved the sphere closer to Justinia's face. Green sparking light covered the dark material and seemed to suck the life out of the divine. Suddenly, Ayden appeared in the doorway. His templar armor flashed in the invisible light.  

-What is going on here? - he asked. With a momentary diversion, Justinia managed to free her right hand and knocked the spherical artifact from clawed fingers of her oppressor. Seeing this, Ayden ran towards it quickly. When his left hand touched the dark surface, searing pain shot through his arm. Suddenly, a blinding whiteness filled the view.  

The Inquisitor knelt on the ground trying to catch his breath. He blinked his eyelids several times, trying to focus. The vision ended and he returned to reality. Hawke walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly and stood up gravely. 

-So this mark... It's not from Andraste. - Logain said. 

-It seems to be the result of a failed spell. - Dorian added in a light tone. 

-The path before you is open. - said the mysterious woman calmly. - More fragments of memory await discovery. 

Before they knew it, she was gone. 

-Are you all right? - Hawke asked worriedly. The Inquisitor was still kneeling on the ground and his bright green eyes were fixed on the dark rocks. He looked as if he couldn't quite believe what he saw. What everyone had seen by some twist of fate. Marian had the impression that deep down Herald hoped that the Anchor was something more than the effect of some spell. 

Ayden took a deeper breath and nodded slightly. 

-Let's move on. - he whispered. 

As they traveled further, a heavy bass voice rang out in their ears. 

- You are in my domain. I rule here and fear rules here. I wonder what your limited little minds are hiding.  

-Let's keep moving. - said the Inquisitor firmly. 

-Dorian... because I think I'm talking to Dorian? For a moment I thought it was your father. - the first statement was addressed to the tevinter mage. 

Dorian snorted under his breath. The comment honestly made him laugh. 

- I'm really hurt. - he replied with a theatrical sneer. Corypheus however had already chosen his next victim. 

-Logain... a traitor to Ferelden, degraded and forgotten by the country he sacrificed his life to. Or did you deserve it?  

Logain hissed under his breath. 

-You haven't said anything I wouldn't repeat to myself. - the Grey Warden cut him short. 

The Coryphaeus continued his game. This time it fell on the dwarf. 

-Varric... because of you, Hawke is in danger again. Someday you'll have to weep over her grave.  

-Keep talking smiley. -Varric said but Hawke could sense that the Corypheus' words had pierced his hard armor. 

-Don't worry Varric. - she spoke comfortingly. - You know very well that trouble is my specialty. I've had my share of it without you. - her cherry lips lifted in a slight smile. The dwarf also smiled, and a grimace of relief bloomed on his face. 

-Hawke...  

-Oh, my turn. - threw Marian. 

-Do you think your actions have changed anything? That what you're doing now will change anything? You couldn't even save your city.  

Marian smiled mockingly. 

-If that's all you've got, you can give up now. - she said confidently. 

-Ahh and then there's the matter of the rebellious mage.  

The Champion's face became serious. 

-What would poor Anders think if he knew that after his death you turned your affections to a templar?  

Hawke gnashed her teeth. Her cheeks twitched mercilessly and her leather-gloved hands clenched into fists. The sharp metal tips of her fingers nearly pierced her skin. She felt the gaze of the other companions on her, most notably the bright green eyes of the Inquisitor. However, she did not dare to look him in the face. She was afraid of what she might see in it. 

-Tearing you to shreds will give me real pleasure. - she growled. - This time I will make sure that you stay dead. 

She quickened her pace without looking back. 

-Then we move on to our thief. Andraste's chosen, Herald, the next prophet. You let everyone believe that story.  

It took Ayden a moment to realize that the bass voice was talking about him. His green gaze was unable to tear itself away from Hawke's back. 

-You have built the Inquisitor's image on a lie. Do you think your pathetic organization will be able to stop me? I am the embodiment of a God, and you are closer to vermin.  

Ayden remained silent. He knew it was no use arguing. 

The figure of the woman appeared before them again. She pointed with her finger to another area where luminous figures floated. Blade and magic cleared the area revealing luminous fragments scattered between the rocks. Another wave of memories brought the Inquisitor to his knees. 

A pack of spiders drove him up a steep staircase. At the end of the stairs was a gaping, torn crevice.  

-Faster, they'll catch up with us soon! - he shouted to the woman running behind him. They were almost at the top and rescue was at hand. Justinia fell suddenly, and one of the spiders grabbed her leg with its jaws. Ayden wanted to go back for her, to help her.  

-Flee. - she managed only a whisper before demons covered her completely. Ayden gritted his teeth and, closing his eyelids, made his way toward the rift.  

White light filled the world again making the Inquisitor blink his eyelids. The black ground appeared a moment later in his field of vision. He once again grasped the air trying to control his trembling. He felt someone's touch on his shoulder. This time Logain stood beside him and helped him up from his knees. Ayden shifted his green gaze to the woman. The wrinkle-covered face smiled sadly. 

-That was you. - he said quietly. - It was Justinia, not Andraste who helped me out of the Fade, and then you...she died. 

-Are you her soul? - Logain asked uncertainly. 

-If that's the version you want to accept as true. It is as good as any other. - she stated. Suddenly her body was covered with a yellow light. - You are close now. The demon can sense it too. Prepare for battle. - she warned, then flew off in the direction of the breach. 

She was right. They did not have to march long. When they emerged from the short rocky corridor, a terrifying sight appeared before their eyes. The huge body of a spider was staring at them with dozens of eyes, and from its curved fangs, a gray ooze was dripping onto the ground. 

-Maker, have mercy. We have to fight THAT? - asked Dorian in resignation. 

The creature did not seem to be attacking. It also seemed unaware of their presence. Instead, another demon appeared in the middle of the open space. Its sharp-toothed mouth opened in a mocking grin. Six spider-like legs protruded from its back. A shrill screech pierced the air. 

-This one must be the brain of the operation. - Varric stated and drew his crossbow. 

The luminous figure of a woman joined them. 

-We're starting the last act. - she said. Her body lit up even more. - Inquisitor, tell Leliana that I am sorry. I have failed her, too. - then she soared into the jaws of the giant spider. Its body was like the sun. The huge creature wailed, and the rows of eyes closed. 

-She weakened it. Now we have a chance to break through! - Dorian shouted. 

-We just have to beat the toothy one. - added Varric sarcastically. - Easy. 

Ayden pulled his shield in front of him and struck it several times with his sword. The eyeless head turned towards him. The creature squealed and moved at him. Its stick-like legs attached to its back tried to reach exposed parts of his body but the Inquisitor successfully blocked the attacks with his shield. Somewhere behind him, he could hear Logain's shield buzzing from the blows of the next creature that materialized. The demon was getting weaker by the minute. Finally, Ayden came at it from behind, his sword piercing the nasty head. The demon wailed some more and fell to the ground. The creatures it summoned dissolved. 

A throaty roar rang through the air and the huge legs of the terrifying spider moved. 

-Now is our chance. Run to the rift! Now! - urged the Inquisitor. Dorian and Varric needed no further encouragement. Ayden, Hawke, and Logain also tried to reach the green glow. The previously unseen eyes of the huge creature opened suddenly and two of its massive legs blocked their path. 

-Someone must distract it. - announced Logain. 

-I'll stay. - Hawke replied firmly. Her blue eyes stared at the huge body. A nasty gray secretion still dripped from its curved fangs. Dozens of eyes were already staring at them more knowingly. 

Ayden looked at Champion in horror. For the first time in a long time, she returned his gaze. He saw peace in her blue eyes. She smiled weakly and squeezed the twin daggers tighter. 

-I will finally be able to join him. - she said quietly. 

-Hawke, don't... - whispered the Inquisitor. 

She closed her eyelids as if preparing for what she had to do. A single glistening tear ran down her pale cheek. 

-I'm coming to you Anders. 

She tensed her muscles, preparing to run. Suddenly she heard a throaty scream right next to her. Logain passed them both charging at one of the massive legs. 

Confused Hawke didn't even have time to react. The huge spider shifted slightly focusing on the Gray Warden. The path to the rift was open. 

-Logain! What are you doing?! - she finally managed to shout. 

-Let the old fool perform one last heroic act. You are needed by the world... both of you. - Logain wheezed, trying to avoid being crushed by the huge limb. - Run! Now! 

Hawke tensed her muscles again. She felt the Inquisitor suddenly pull her towards the glowing rift. She gave in to it and ran along with him. 

Ayden felt a tremendous force push him to the surface of reality. His ears were filled with the sounds of battle in addition to a slight ringing. He got up quickly from his knees and looked around hurriedly. 

-Close the rift! - he heard someone's voice. His confused mind was unable to match the owner. Guided by reflex, his left hand went up and the green ray shooting out of it, merged with the sparking rift. After a few moments, the green light was gone and the remnants of the wandering demons dissolved into thin air. For a few moments, the world seemed to stop. Confused, Inquisition soldiers and the Grey Wardens who were obviously losing the battle, stared at the somewhat dazed Herald. Suddenly the square was filled with a chorus of cheers. Their savior had once again returned from behind the Veil and saved them from the advancing demons. 

A terrifying thought suddenly clung to the Inquisitor. 

-Hawke. - he whispered and his desperate green eyes began to look around nervously. He pulled the metal helmet off his head, widening his field of vision. He spotted her beside the ruined statue. Her tousled dark hair was dusty. Varric was crouching next to her. A dwarven hand rested on her shoulder. He was saying something to her but the Champion was as if in amok. She sat leaning against a piece of destroyed wall and stared at the ground. Ayden dropped the helmet he held in his hand and walked briskly towards them. As he approached Varric rose, his brown eyes filled with worry. 

-What happened out there? - he asked quietly. The Inquisitor remained silent, his green gaze staring at the seated Champion. He knelt suddenly beside her and locked her numb body in a strong embrace. Hawke seemed to revive. 

-I was ready. Why was even this denied to me? - she asked quietly. Ayden hugged her even tighter as if in response. The fingers of his right hand sank into her raven hair. Marian lifted her suddenly numb hands and returned his embrace. A spasm ran through her body. One... then another. Finally, she leaned her forehead against the cold metal breastplate and, burying her face in it, began to sob. Ayden pressed his lips to her head. 

-But I am not ready to lose you, Marian. - he whispered. He felt her sobbing stop slightly. Tentatively she raised her head. Two glittering marks adorned her pale cheeks, and her blue eyes met his green gaze. She felt his thumb, hidden behind an onyx glove, wipe away her salty tears. Suddenly his soft lips closed over her cherry lips. The initial surprise quickly turned into a brief kiss that was reciprocated. 

Varric, standing nearby, only smiled under his breath and approached the struggling Dorian. 

-Did I see correctly? - asked the mage curiously. 

-Yes. - cut short Varric, suggesting an end to further questions. 

The Inquisitor stood up slowly, helping Hawke up from the ground. The Champion wiped the remaining moisture from her face and shook the remains of dust from her wavy hair. Ayden walked to the center of the ruined square and swept his gaze over the people staring at him. 

- Adamant Fortress is now under the supervision of the Inquisition. - he announced. More cheers filled the air. 

One of the soldiers approached him and bowed slightly. A man dressed in the armor of the Grey Wardens stood next to him. 

-The Grey Wardens, or rather the survivors, surrender to you, Herald. - announced the soldier. The other man's winged helmet turned slightly as if surveying the surroundings. 

-Logain? - he asked quietly. 

-He sacrificed his life so that we could get out of the Fade. - Herald explained. 

-Logain was the highest rank. Without him... What should we do, Inquisitor? - asked the Grey Warden helplessly. Fear could be heard in his voice. 

Ayden drew in a heavy breath and furrowed his brow. His mind was back on track and already starting to calculate. 

-I cannot incorporate you into the Inquisition. Your mages are too prone to corruption. - he said. - Leave Orlais and go to Weisshoupt. There, Corypheus' influence will not reach you. 

-As ordered, Herald. - replied the Grey Warden in a more confident voice. The soldier standing next to him bowed and escorted the man away. 

-It was like riding a horse without holding the reins. - Dorian said with a little excitement in his voice. 

-I've had enough excitement for today. - Varric admitted. - I want to go back to Skyhold and order all the beer Cabot has. 

-Beer is such a common drink. - Dorian muttered under his breath. - I hope Josephine managed to bring back some tevinter's red wine. 

He and the dwarf moved away towards the exit. Their heated discussion could still be heard after they disappeared from sight. 

Hawke stood beside the Inquisitor, staring at the soldiers scurrying about. Those who were able to move with their own strength helped the wounded or escorted the surviving Wardens. 

-I will help with dressing the wounded. - she said. 

The Inquisitor grabbed her hand. The grip of the onyx gauntlet was brief but meaningful. The green gaze stared into the ruined square. Hawke knew his mind was already consumed with devising the next steps of action. After a moment, he moved away without a word and, picking up his helmet from the ground, placed it on his head. He approached a group of soldiers asking for the location of Commander Cullen. One of them pointed in the direction he should go. Marian followed him with her eyes until she completely lost sight of him. 

-Pardon me. I need help. - she heard a worried female voice next to her. - My friend. He is bleeding badly. 

-Lead me to him. - she answered and followed the soldier. 
 

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After the Inquisition seized the Adamant Fortress, the organization fell into a spiraling vortex of events. Josephine went to great lengths to obtain invitations for Empress Celene's ball where peace talks between her and her usurping cousin would take place. While recapturing the Therinfal Redoubt from the demon's clutches, the Inquisitor learned that Corypheus planned to kill the Empress of Orlais, which would have plunged the country into total chaos. The actions taken at Adamant Fortress had greatly weakened the darkspawn's forces but Ayden was not naive enough to believe that the assassination had been crossed off the list.  

Since returning to Skyhold, his entire time had been filled with receiving diplomats, arranging meetings in the War Room, and reviewing the reports from Leliana that had piled up on his desk at an alarming rate. He didn't even have a moment to speak with Hawke.  

The darkness of the chamber was illuminated by candles, which were almost extinguished. The sun had long since hidden behind the snow-capped peaks, replaced by flickering dots in the dark blue sky. The Inquisitor however, was far from finished for the day. He sat at his desk reading another scroll. Scout Harding had written in it about the increased number of rifts around Dales. As if the ongoing civil war there hadn't brought enough tragedy to its inhabitants. He would have to go there and use the Anchor to close them. He sighed loudly and pressed his lips together. After a moment, he pulled the leather glove off his left hand and looked closely at the mark. The dark veins had already reached halfway up his forearm. The opening of the rift into the Fade combined with the closing of the one used by the Gray Wardens must have contributed to this. He hissed quietly and clenched his fist. How much longer would the Anchor work before the corruption consumed him? Time was literally slipping through his fingers. He closed his eyelids for a moment and, taking a deep breath, put the glove back on. He shifted his green eyes to the stack of reports. The pile won't be any smaller today or tomorrow no matter what he will do. He looked at his left hand again. He stood up briskly after a moment and left the room.  

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Sleep was not her good companion today. Absorbed by studying Logaine's notes on Corypheus, she hadn't even noticed it was so late. That damned darkspawn had to have some kind of weakness and she would do her best to find it. Time unfortunately was not their ally so she would not waste it on sleep. She would also try to dig out all the memories of her last encounter with this darkspawn. How did Corypheus manage to cheat death?  

She took another scroll in her hand. It was a report on Calpernia, the main magician in Corypheus' service. She knew that her trail would have to be followed.  

A sudden knock on the door made her wrinkled forehead in slight surprise. She vaguely knew what time was exactly but she guessed from the quiet noises outside that it must be late.  

Instinct got the better of her and she grabbed the dagger that always lay within reach. Carefully she walked to the door and opened it slowly. When she saw the glimpse of copper hair and the bright green eyes she relaxed slightly. The dagger discreetly landed at a near table.  

- May I come in? - asked the Inquisitor quietly.  

Without saying anything, she indicated the interior with her hand. Ayden stopped his gaze for a moment on the pile of scrolls on her desk.  

- I see that sleep is a luxury for both of us lately. - he stated bitterly.  

- Coryphaeus will not wait for us to do something. - Hawke replied informatively and, grabbing a bottle of dark whiskey from between the reports, poured it into her glass. - Would you like to join? - she asked, raising her glass.  

Ayden nodded negatively. She sighed and took a small sip.  

- I still can't figure out how that bastard came back to life. - she said suddenly, flipping through some paper. - Unfortunately, Logain did not get to this information.  

Ayden noticed her taking another sip in nervousness. He walked closer to her.  

-Hawke. - he said calmly.  

She sighed loudly and leaned her palms on the desk. Since the Fade, they had both unconsciously built up a slowly growing tension between them.  

- Marian. - he spoke again. She responded with a slight turn of her head. - What had happened at Adamant was real.  

She clenched her fists slightly.  

- I know Ayden. - she whispered. After a moment she smiled bitterly. - The damn world doesn't even give us five quiet minutes.  

- That's why I took it myself now. - he replied.  

For the first time in a long time, she raised her blue eyes to his. She breathed heavily, feeling the tension building inside her needing an outlet. She approached him briskly and, grasping his face in her hands, gave him a savage kiss. His right hand hugged her waist and his left reached the soft curves under her blouse. She moaned delightfully without breaking the kiss. Her impatient fingers unbuttoned his vest and shirt, which quickly landed on the floor. Ayden pulled off the leather gloves and after a moment she felt him do the same with her blouse. He moved his soft lips around her breasts deftly working his tongue against her swollen nipples. Maker, she was about to go mad. Her breathing became heavy and her heart pounded as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Ayden grabbed her thighs and she wrapped them around his waist. He walked with her to the small bed and laid her on her back. A cascade of black waves spilled over the pillow. He stared at her for a moment with his glaring eyes filled with the color of spring leaves. His slight smile made her forcibly draw him to her. Lovely kisses brought their lips together again. Andraste, let this moment never end. A sweet shiver filled her body when she could feel him inside her. She moaned softly, once, then again, and again. When she touched his ribs she could feel his heart working underneath them pounding out an accelerated rhythm. He hugged her close giving them both wild pleasure. She squeezed his muscular back harder almost leaving nail marks on it. After a while, they both froze in a loving embrace giving in to the sweet release. They lay next to each other catching their breath. Marian cuddled her head into his neck. He embraced her tighter and kissed the hair on top of her head.  

- You are quite skilled for a templar. - she said teasingly.  

- Clearly, I have a natural talent. - he bit back.  

She laughed softly and snuggled more into his warm body.  

- There in the Fade... - ...he began in a half-hearted voice. - Corypheus deprived you of your choice. That must have been painful for you.  

For a moment she said nothing. Her fingertips only touched his naked skin. She sighed at last.  

- It was. But he also did me a favor. - she concluded. - He revealed a card I would never have used on my own.  

Ayden smiled hearing his analogy. Once again he kissed her head.  

- Besides, Corypheus was wrong. - she continued. - Anders wanted for me to be happy. I could hear it in his prayers. I didn't want to admit it for a long time, but I think only death could truly free him.  

- What was he like? - Ayden asked suddenly.  

Hawke stopped drawing lines on his skin and raised her head. A surprise was painted in her eyes. Did he really want to know that? Now?  

Ayden didn't have to wait for her to say it out loud.  

- He was an important part of your life. - he explained.  

Hawke sighed loudly and laid her head on his chest.  

- Anders was...complicated. Some say he was a monster. Others have him as a hero and as usual, the truth lies somewhere in between. He wanted so badly to change the world, but seeing what was happening in Kirkwall at the time he knew he couldn't do it peacefully. When Justice was taking control over him, nothing mattered but the mission but when Anders kept him in check he was the best man I knew. In healing, he was second to none. He was able to save practically anyone who was still breathing, and there were times when he also plucked out the deaths of those who had already stopped.  

- Varric had mentioned that he ran a clinic.  

Hawke smiled warmly.  

- Yes. When the Blight swept through Ferelden a lot of refugees came to Kirkwall. Many of them ended up in Darktown. If you've ever seen an elven alienage then imagine even worse conditions. His clinic was the only light in this Maker-forsaken place.  

With each sentence, she felt as if she was shedding pieces of her too-heavy armor. She didn't think this conversation would be so incredibly therapeutic, but she was almost convinced that Ayden knew it before he even asked the first question.  

- Apparently, you're going to the ball? - she asked suddenly with a little sarcasm in her voice.  

He snorted quietly.  

- Care to join me?  

- Absolutely not! - she denied firmly.  

- So you're going to leave me alone to be eaten by all those noble families?  

- You're from a noble family yourself, and something tells me you can handle it.  

He laughed quietly again.  

- Besides, I would only be in the way. - she suddenly admitted. - Orlesian politic, that Great Game is not my cup of tea. I could unwittingly undermine your efforts. While you'll be entertaining the ladies of the court, I'll do the real work. - she snarled.  

- Oh? - he got curious.  

- Leliana's spies have provided interesting reports on Calpernia. Perhaps this thread will lead me to the knot.  

- Calpernia is the right hand of Corypheus. - replied the Inquisitor thoughtfully. - If we could at least sow the seeds of discord between those two it would already be a small success.  

Hawke raised her head and, supporting herself on the uncomfortable mattress with her right hand, fixed her blue eyes on his face.  

- You really need to stop analyzing everything and give the others room to maneuver.  

Ayden focused his green eyes on her but she could see that his thoughts were elsewhere. It took him a moment to come back from his inner wanderings. He smiled warmly and, reaching out with his right hand to touch her temple, placed a disheveled spring of raven hair behind her ear.  

- I'm sorry. I trust your judgment, just wanted to toss out some options.  

She sighed quietly and nodded her head in slight resignation.  

- Are you never stop planning? - she asked.  

- I... It comes by itself. - he replied as if in slight embarrassment. Maker, he hoped she didn't think his visit here was some kind of plan too. - It has been like this for as long as I can remember.  

- Your siblings must have had a rough life with you. - she admitted. - You did your research and I did mine. - she added when she noticed the question in the green eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile. - Are they all right? - she asked seriously after a moment.  

- Yes. I haven't seen them since the Conclave but my oldest brother told me a little when he was here.  

- Ambassador of Ostwick. - she said and he nodded. - I can see the resemblance between you two.  

Ayden sighed quietly and his green eyes moved to the wooden ceiling. His thoughts drifted away again.  

- You miss them. - it was not a question.  

- Yes. - he admitted. - Recent events have not spoiled them either. Our family is very deeply connected to the Order and the Chantry so you can imagine what my title of Herald means to them and the fact that the Chantry has officially condemned the Inquisition. Besides, they had to hear the news of my death twice already.  

Hawke looked at him with serious eyes then silently laid her head on his left side. She didn't want this day to end. The Inquisitor's left hand stroked her raven hair reassuringly and she closed her eyelids. Beating in a calm regular rhythm, his heart was like music.  

- Ayden... - she muttered under her breath.  

- Mmmm? - he replied in a similar tone.  

- Your mark... is bigger, isn't it?  

She only heard him sigh heavily. His left hand stopped stroking her hair for a moment but he didn't take it away. Nor did he answer the question. He didn't have to. She gripped his fingers gently.  

-I will find a way to fix this. I swear. Your family won't get a third message.  

He hugged her tighter and this time placed a kiss on her forehead. When she took her hand the reassuring stroking resumed. On Andraste's mercy, she will do anything to keep that vow or die trying.  

Ayden stubbornly stared at the ceiling. After a moment he felt Marian's breathing become more regular and her muscles relax. Sleep had taken her mind. He turned his head carefully trying not to wake her. He stared at her bright peaceful face for a long time before his eyelids became too heavy as well. With his left hand still in her raven hair, the Inquisitor fell asleep as well.  

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The main courtyard of Skyhold was extremely busy. Hundreds pairs of eyes watched as the Inquisitor's sizable retinue prepared for their journey. Josephine's efforts had borne fruit and the Inquisition had finally received an invitation to the ball being held at the Winter Palace.  

Hawke stood on the battlements gazing at the crowd gathered below. Pride and awe were painted in the faces watching the event. Their Inquisitor is on his way to meet with the Empress herself. Besides a group of soldiers, he was accompanied by three of his advisors, Cassandra and Viviene. The mage dazzled as usual with her impeccable attire. Even during the journey, she did not use ordinary comfortable clothes. The image was everything to her.  

Ayden sat on a white horse waving warmly to those gathered. His new templar armor glinted in the morning sunlight, adding to his stately stature, and his carefully styled copper hair resembled fire. A bright green gaze finally spotted Hawke on the walls and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. She returned the smile. His attention was diverted a moment later by Josephine, clad in her usual golden robes. She leaned in her gray mare starting some conversation. Hawke guessed she was discussing etiquette and other courtly intricacies with him. Maker's breath, she was so glad she didn't have to accompany them. Lady ambassador exchanged a few sentences with the Inquisitor and the whole retinue set off.  

- Good luck Ayden. - whispered Marian. She had her own work to do. Leliana's spies had reached a certain trader named Vicinius, who Calpernia took a keen interest in. If they could find out why they might be able to reach the mage herself. His estate was in Val Royeaux, so a trip to the proud capital of Orlais awaited them. Discretion was key in this case that's why traveling with the Inquisitor's official entourage was out of the question.  

As they originally planned the group was small. Only she, Varric, and Dorian. The tevinter mage had a vast knowledge of Venatori so Hawke consulted him strongly about the mage and her cult. Besides she trusted him. Dorian was arrogant, self-centered, and at times insolent, but what he said was always reflected in his actions, and the lightness with which he approached each matter was refreshing. While investigating Calpernia's case, she quickly caught common ground with him.  

Of course, there were downsides to this as well.  

- So you and our esteemed Inquisitor. - spoke up the mage in his nonchalant voice as they approached the city. Hawke rolled her eyes slightly.  

- What me and the Inquisitor? - she asked with a sigh.  

- You don't have to hide anything Hawke. There are no prying ears around. For a moment I thought that spark between you had gone out but apparently, I was wrong.

- Or maybe that spark ignite somewhere else? - she asked teasingly while staring at him with blue eyes. He snorted loudly.  

- If so, I must put it out before the fire consumes what it should not.  

- You're hurting me deep down, tevinter. - Hawke said with theatrical sadness.  

Varric, who was riding behind them, sighed loudly and nodded slightly. However, hearing Hawke and Dorian laugh at each other's jokes made him smile as well. When he had met the Champion those years ago she had captivated him with her openness, lightness of spirit, and cutting tongue. Even the Blight and the death of her brother had not dimmed that. But fate slowly added bricks of bad experiences that anyone would break under. When she lost her mother as a result of the experiments of a mad mage, she grew very dim. The sight she witnessed was memorable even to him so he could not imagine what Hawke must have been going through. The limited contact with her sister did not improve the situation. He also remembered her later terrible argument with Anders. She had been left alone with everything for some time.  

-I am glad you both found happiness. - Dorian said when the laughter stopped. - I have always been an advocate of love. Like it or not, love is the most powerful motivator to us all. Numerous wonders of this world were born from love and passion.  

- Numerous horrors too. - added Varric.  

- Don't be such a pessimist, my dear dwarf. It doesn't suit you. - before Varric was able to answer, Dorian spoke again. - Oh, and it seems we are almost there.  

Varric sighed watching the mage overtook them slightly. He leveled off with Hawke gripping the reins tightly, already dreaming of dismounting from the giant animal.  

- I'm happy for you too, Hawke. - he said warmly. - You have regained your composure with him.  

Marian smiled sincerely and climbed down from her mare.  

When they entered the main courtyard, she stopped for a moment and lifted her head up. The number of gilded statues may have exceeded the population of her little Lothering. The square was full of passersby dressed in sumptuous clothes who glided along the light-colored cobblestones in no hurry and engaged in lazy conversation. It was as if what was happening in the world did not concern anyone here. However, she did not focus more on that.  

They found the trader's property quite quickly. Deafening silence greeted them inside. Even at the entrance, it was obvious that something was wrong. Scattered papers and overturned furniture made everyone grab their weapons. Somewhere on the upper floor, impatient footsteps could be heard. Hawke crouched down and quietly, like a ghost, made her way up a few stairs. At the end of the long corridor, several figures could be seen snooping around the room behind an ajar door. Their outfits left no doubt.  

- Venatori. - she whispered. She clung to the wall and crept closer. Varric and Dorian stood on the stairs waiting for her cue.  

- There is nothing here anymore. - one of the hooded men spoke up.  

- Let's go back to the headquarters. We have completed our task. - said the other one.  

Suddenly the first one who spoke up looked quickly towards the door.  

- I sense magic. - he hissed. - Someone is here.  

He didn't manage to say anything else. One of the double daggers was just sticking out of his throat. The other man tried to say an incantation but Hawke did a deft pirouette, driving the second dagger straight into his forehead. Both bodies fell to the floor with a deafening thud. From somewhere across the room a third individual ran out. She had not noticed him before. This one was not a mage. A sharp weapon came dangerously close to her back. Quiet whirring tore through the air and the individual froze in place with his weapon drawn. A short, wooden bolt protruded from his neck. Hawke glanced down the hallway. Varric was just hiding his crossbow. She looked around quickly checking to see if this was the last of the attackers. Dwarf and mage had joined her. In the middle of the room, they found a body lay in a sizable pool of blood.  

- I think we've found our merchant. - Dorian said and gave a sour look.  

Hawke began to search the room. Among the unimportant papers, she found some that were quite interesting.  

- Our merchant is... was a slave trader. - she said informatively. - Calpernia had him killed after she learned that Vicinius was mistreating his "goods", or her goods to be more specific.  

- Calpernia was buying slaves? - Varric asked.  

- Yes, according to the documents. - continued Hawke.  

- But why did she care about their fate? - Hawke wondered and looked questioningly at Dorian.  

- As far as I know, Calpernia was a slave herself. - replied the mage. - It is possible that her intentions are not what we thought.  

- Hey, I think I found something interesting. - Varric spoke up, holding a small crystal in his hand.  

Hawke and Dorian approached him.  

- Looks like a memory crystal used by the shapers in Orzamar. - he added after a moment. - It stores memories as the name indicates.  

- A fascinating invention. - Dorian agreed enthusiastically. - And very rare. We have two in Minratus. I think this one is incomplete. - he added after further examination.  

Everyone started looking around to see if there were any remaining fragments. They managed to find two more.  

- Will Dagna be able to make use of this? - Hawke asked.  

- I think so. - said the mage.  

- Let's get back to Skyhold as soon as possible. - Hawke said and the group discreetly left the mansion.  

***

Dagna did indeed manage to use the crystal. The device recorded a brief exchange between Corypheus and Calpernia. What they managed to learn from it shed a whole new light on their relationship.  

- She doesn't trust him. - Hawke concluded and smiled involuntarily at the memory of what the Inquisitor had told her. His advice about putting the two of them at odds could be put into practice.  

- Corypheus wants to make a vessel out of her? A vessel for what? - Varric wondered.  

- Your theories are as good as mine. - Dorian explained.  

- We need to find out more. - Hawke added.  

Dagna, who was standing next to them, grunted slightly.  

- I am not a shaper, but I think I can record new sounds in this stone.  

All three of them looked at her at the same time.  

- Of course, I can't guarantee that it will work ... And the crystal will most likely be destroyed ... - female dwarf started to explain.  

- We have to try. - Hawke interrupted her. - Leliana mentioned that her spies had noticed increased Venatori activity around the elven ruins in the north of Orlais. Her hideout must be somewhere there.  

- If we could place the crystal there, we might be able to gain invaluable information. - Dorian added.  

- I think I could split it into two parts. One would stay here as a receiver.  

- Dagna, you are brilliant! - Hawke agreed enthusiastically. The dwarf smiled and turned her attention immediately to the crystal.  

- Do we have any information on when the Inquisitor and the rest of the advisors will return from Halamshiral? - Hawke asked.  

- I asked Harding about that. - Varric informed her. - She is in Skyhold for the duration of their absence. Apparently, things have been protracted. The Inquisitor is investigating the killer at the same time as trying to keep up social appearances. Leliana wrote that they will be gone for another week including travel time.  

- We can't wait that long. - Hawke hissed. - There is no telling how much longer Calpernia will be in these ruins.  

- What do you suggest? - Dorian asked. - Should we plant the crystal ourselves?  

Marian denied in thought.  

- The Venatori who were in the mansion detected your magic. It must be someone inconspicuous.  

- By the time the ravens reach Leliana and before she can give any more orders they will return from the ball. - Varric stated grimly.  

Hawke looked at him intensely.  

- Varric, you also have a spy network. You can send one of your people.  

- It has to be someone very trusted. - Dorian added. - We only have one crystal and only one chance.  

Varric sighed loudly.  

- I know someone like that. And she's even in Skyhold. - he said and looked at Hawke.  

- Mira. - the Champion acknowledged. - Would she agree? I got the impression she was done with that life.  

- It will take some ... persuasion, but I think she'll agree. She knows what's at stake.  

- In the meantime, I'll look for more information on Corypheus. - Dorian announced. - It may be that he comes from some obscure family.  

- And this information will make a difference? - Varric asked.  

- Fear is something we don't know. If we know Corypheus, he will not be so scary anymore. - said the mage with a smile and left the smithy.  

Varric and Hawke made their way to the tents set up within the walls. It was a permanent part of the fortress where the healers took care of the wounded. They spotted a woman with golden hair in the midst of the tents. She was in the process of removing an arrow from the knee of one of the soldiers. The man screamed as if he were being burned with a hot iron and Mira growled at the two girls helping her, only for them to hold him still. After a moment the spearhead was removed and the man lost consciousness.  

- Bandage it up as I showed you. - she instructed the helpers and went over to a bowl of water. She washed her blood-stained hands and began to wipe them with gray cloth. When she saw the Champion and the dwarf approaching out of the corner of her eye she smiled sarcastically.  

- Who needs my help this time? Our esteemed Inquisitor is at some ball for a change, at least that's what I heard so it's not about him.  

- Mira... - Varric began seriously. - We need your other... talents.  

The woman froze for a moment with the cloth she was holding in her hand. She threw it carelessly on the lawn after a moment and walked over to her chest with medications.  

- I'm not doing this anymore Varric. - she said firmly, rearranging the glass bottles. Hawke was almost certain she was only doing it to keep her hands busy.  

- Mira listen... - the dwarf began but the woman interrupted him suddenly.  

- No, you listen to me, Varric! I have patients who depend on my presence here. I cannot and will not go back to my former life.  

Hawke overtook Varric and stood next to the woman.  

-Mira. You can help get rid of this filth. You can help reduce the number of these patients.  

Raw green eyes shifted to the Champion and peach lips tightened slightly. She was silent for a long moment, her green gaze resting on the rows of tents. Marian could see however, that her words had reached the woman.  

-What should I do? - she asked finally.  

Varric explained to her exactly what their plan was and Mira listened intently.  

-When? - she asked only briefly.  

-Dagna should finish preparing the crystal soon, so I guess today. - answered the Champion.  

-Tomorrow. - Mira informed her. - I have to prepare some things before I leave.  

-Whatever you need. - answered Varric in understanding.  

Marian turned and was about to leave, but a woman's melodious voice stopped her.  

-Hawke, why did this happen? - she asked. - How is it that he was with you, the Champion of Kirkwall, and yet he met his death? And not at the hands of templars, but ordinary bandits?  

Hawke lowered her head. A few weeks ago just after Mira had helped the Inquisitor recover, Marian had complied with her request and told her what had happened to Anders. The woman listened to everything with a stoic calm but did not react in any way. Marian felt that Mira simply needed time. It took a moment before she turned around.  

-Simply because they were ordinary bandits. - she explained. - Anders had always been able to sense the templars. Sebastian was well aware of that, which was why he had used mercenaries. After hiding for so long we both thought the chase was over. I underestimated Sebastian and Anders paid for it with his life. - she added bitterly.  

-Is this the cocky man who came to the fortress with the accusations some time ago?  

Hawke nodded.  

-In Denerim... was that you? - she asked a little quieter.  

Hawke nodded again.  

Mira smiled as if with pride.  

-Did the Inquisitor know? - she asked another question, to which the Champion nodded again. - He defended you in that hall like a lion.  

Marian snorted quietly.  

-And I repaid him with a severe brawl. - she admitted.  

-Every one of us makes mistakes. - Mira said and looked around the tents again. - He would be useful here now. The damn mage was the best healer I ever knew. I hope he is at peace. - she said to herself.  

-I hope so too. - Hawke sighed.  

-Bring me that contraption as soon as the dwarf prepares it. I'll get it to the site as soon as possible.  

Hawke and Varric only nodded and both headed towards the forge to see if Dagna had made any progress.

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For four long days, the crystal located in the forge remained silent. Hawke came to the dwarf several times a day hoping for some good news. She was so focused on this that she could not attend to anything else. At some point, both she and Varric began to worry about Mira whether she had made it safely to Calpernia's headquarters and had left without incident. After three days the woman contacted them through one of Varric's spies. She relayed that she had managed to get the crystal safely to the site but she had taken the opportunity to stop at Val Royeux to resupply.  

When Hawke once again came to the forge on the fifth day she found Dagna smiling and enthusiastic.  

-Are there any results? - she asked quickly.  

-And what results there are. - replied the dwarf with a statement and, tinkering with the crystal for a while, managed to activate the image and sound. Hawke listened to every word and watched every gesture carefully. Corypheus' subsequent conversation with Calpernia only confirmed her earlier suspicions. Venatori's leader had doubt as to the "Elder One". A significant name was also mentioned, the Temple of Dumat. Calpernia tried to convince Corypheus to let her go to the temple and complete some ritual but he clearly would not allow it. What in this temple did he want to hide from his right hand? Hawke knew this would be their next target.  

-Thank you, Dagna. You are irreplaceable. - she said with excitement.  

-I know. - the dwarf laughed.  

Hawke walked out of the smithy into the main hall, where a slight commotion greeted her. The Inquisitor and his advisors were just heading to the War Room. Marian smiled and approached them briskly.  

-Inquisitor I have a good... - she started but was met with a quiet nervous sigh.  

-In a moment Hawke. - he answered as gently as he could but frustration was visible in his green eyes. The three advisors, along with Cassandra, just passed by. Confused, Marian accosted Vivienne who was walking at the end.  

-What happened? - she asked.  

-Politics, my dear. - said the dark-skinned mage nonchalantly. - Excuse me now, my dear, but I desperately need a bath. The road here has been terribly tiring. - she just added and disappeared behind a side door.  

Marian headed towards the war room. Before she reached the door she heard loud arguing coming from the room. She had to find out what had happened in the palace. No one even paid special attention to the fact that she had joined them. Everyone was busy in a heated exchange of words. The most vocal was Josephine.  

-How could you let this happen, Inquisitor? - she asked accusingly. - She was not guilty of anything!  

-It was not the Inquisitor who killed her. - Leliana said.  

-But he let her die. In my eyes, those are two things that coincide.  

-Enough! - growled Cassandra. - The decision had been made.  

-By whom? Is that what the Inquisition has become now? Allowing an innocent person to die just because they are "inconvenient"?  

Hawke furrowed her brow trying to piece together the conversation into some sort of concrete whole. She approached Leliana.  

-What happened? - she asked.  

The spy-mistress sighed quietly.  

-The Empress was murdered by the sister of Duke Gaspard. - she explained.  

-What? You couldn't prevent the murder? - Hawke was surprised.  

-We could. - Josephine spoke up once again. - Our Inquisitor knew very well that it was Floriane who wanted to kill Celene, but he let it happen.  

Hawke furrowed her forehead in surprise. Her blue eyes shifted to the Herald. He was leaning against the wooden ends of the large table and his focused green eyes were probing the map. Marian could see that he was analyzing something again. By the Maker, was what the ambassador saying true?  

-Gaspard will bring order quickly. - Cullen spoke up. - We need Orlais troops to fight.  

-At what cost? - the ambassador insisted. - We let an innocent person die and for what? Military force? Celene was a good Empress, Gaspard is a tyrant.  

-Just as Cullen said, we need troops and we need them as soon as possible. - Ayden spoke from the table. He straightened slightly but his gaze never left the large map. He grabbed a few pawns and shifted them slightly. - Celene would hold more balls and more talks, and we are running out of time.  

The pawn held by the onyx-clad glove fell suddenly from his left hand. Ayden hissed quietly and clenched it slightly. It did not escape the Champion's attention.  

-So the Empress's cousin has now taken the throne? - she asked.  

-Yes, and we contributed to it. - said Josephine angrily. - The Inquisition has blood on its hands. I didn't think that...  

-Show them. - Hawke suddenly interrupted. Everyone's gaze went to her, but she was looking at the Inquisitor. He sighed loudly and his cheeks trembled slightly. Bright green eyes stared stubbornly at the map.  

-Hawke please. - he replied quietly.  

-No Inquisitor, I'm the one pleading you. - said the Champion gently. - I see you are calculating this decision but I ask you to trust in the judgment of someone else this time. Show them. - she asked once again.  

Herald drew in air heavily and let it out slowly. After a moment he straightened up and his right hand reached for his left gauntlet. The heavy onyx piece rested gently on the map. He then pulled up the sleeve of his shirt slightly. Everyone almost held their breath including Hawke who was standing across the table. From the inside of his hand, small dark veins spread. The corruption now reached a third of his arm. Maker's breath, when he set out it was not that advanced.  

-Sweet Andraste, your mark... - Cullen began but was unable to finish the sentence.  

-It grows larger with every rift I close. - informed Ayden. He grabbed the glove lying on the map and put it on hastily. His green gaze shifted to the shocked ambassador.  

-Josephine, I know you don't support violence and are horrified by what I've done regarding the succession of Orlais, but we are running out of time. We must confront the forces of Corypheus, and quickly.  

-I... I didn't know.- the ambassador replied quietly.  

-Nobody knew, Josephine. - said the Inquisitor reassuringly. - I have kept this secret from you for as long as I could, but it is time to reveal the cards. With Celene, we would be facing months of negotiations, which we simply don't have time for. You don't have to approve of my decision in Halamshiral but I ask you to at least accept it.  

-Corruption looks a little different from the one you had at the very beginning. - Casandra spoke up. - Does it...hurt? - she asked uncertainly.  

-Only when the Anchor activates. - he admitted. - When it is at rest I can only feel a slight tingling in my fingers.  

Marian stared at him. She knew he was lying. After all, a moment ago he had not been able to hold a simple pawn in his fingers. She remained silent this time.  

- So... So what's the plan? - Josephine asked in a humble voice. Her previous anger had faded away.  

The Inquisitor shifted his focused gaze to the table.  

- Leliana's spies have reported Venatori activity in the Arbor Wild. - he informed them. - There are old elven ruins there and we know that Corypheus is looking for something inside it. I told Gaspard to move all the troops to that place. - he pointed his finger at the location on the map. - The Inquisition forces will join them and together we will confront Corypheus.  

- Do we know what this darkspawn is after? - Cassandra asked.  

- No, but if this thing is so important to him that he takes almost all his forces to search, all the more reason to stop him. - said Leliana.  

- Cullen, prepare our soldiers. - Ayden instructed. - Cassandra, you make sure that Gaspard's troops arrive at the designated location. Josephine, send letters to our allies. We need them. Leliana, our new... ally. - he added after a while. - This Morrigan, I hear you two know each other. - Leliana only nodded. - Can we trust her? - he asked.  

-Morrigan always has some hidden agenda but one thing you have to give her credit for. Her knowledge of magic and ancient artifacts is unique. - she said. - Besides, she also cares about the world not ending.  

-All right then. I'll consult with her on the next steps. If in the meantime should your spies have any new information I want to know.  

-Of course, Inquisitor. - Leliana announced and was the last to leave the room. Eventually, the Inquisitor was left alone with Hawke.  

He leaned heavily with his elbows against the edge of the table and propped his head up, combing his coppery hair. His templar armor chimed quietly. After a moment, he felt a touch on his shoulder and flinched slightly. He turned his head, staring at the bright face of the Champion.  

- I'm glad you're here. - he murmured quietly. - Forgive me about earlier. - he added hurriedly.  

Marian smiled warmly and nodded slightly, giving him a sign that she didn't mind.  

-A new ally? - she asked curiously.  

-Long story. - he answered in a weary voice. Seeing his reaction, Hawke did not continue the subject. Instead, she decided to lighten up the heavy mood a bit.  

- So, I know the results of the ball but what happened during festivities? I bet you couldn't keep away from the honorable ladies of the court.  

In response, Ayden only sighed aloud.  

-It couldn't be that bad. - she continued. - All that fancy food and drinks. I could appreciate that if nothing else. - she made a pause for a brief second. - And now I wish I had gone to.  

Ayden looked at her with a sincere, warm smile.  

-Well I also had to... dance. - he answered finally with some hesitation.  

Marian, with difficulty, held back her laughter. She knew that with noble background Ayden has been taught how to dance but somehow the prospect of seeing it made her childishly amused.  

- Maker, and I missed that. - she said after a while when she was finally confident with her voice.  

- I'm glad you did. - admitted Ayden.  

Hawke leaned slightly over him and placed a short kiss on his cheek. He smiled warmly.  

- What this is for? - he asked.  

- I have good news... I think.  

Ayden straightened up and turned to face her.  

- Oh, yes. In the hallway, you wanted to tell me something. Was your mission successful?  

- Yes. - she answered with a smile. - Come with me and I will show you something.  

Hawke led him to the forge. On the way, she told him about the memory crystals and how they had managed to record an interesting conversation between Calpernia and Corypheus. When they were there she instructed Dagna to run the recording. The Inquisitor needed to see it in person.  

After watching the whole thing, Ayden mused. He analyzed.  

-So their alliance is not as solid as it may seem. - he finally said.  

-The Coryphaeus is hiding something from her. - Hawke admitted. - Something in Temple of Dumat. We need to investigate this lead.  

-That might give us an advantage but... - his green gaze rested on the Champion. - ...I have a lot of things to do right now to prepare our troops.  

-Easy Inquisitor, I wasn't going to take you anyway. - Marian replied with a sneer. - I'll get to the temple with Varric and Dorian and find out what Corypheus is so carefully hiding.  

Ayden furrowed his brow and a look of concern crossed his face. He sighed quietly then turned to the dwarf.  

-Thank you Dagna.  

His gaze once again shifted to the Champion. He nodded slightly suggesting that she leave the forge with him. They both said goodbye to the dwarf then Marian followed Inquisitor to his private chamber. She felt subconsciously that some kind of reprimand was waiting for her. When they were in place, Ayden turned to her briskly.  

-Hawke are you planning to go there in a team of three? - he asked seriously.  

-You don't seem to have much faith in our abilities. I feel offended for myself as well as for Varric and Dorian. - she replied in the feigned offense.  

He sighed aloud.  

-Marian, I have read about Temple of Dumat...  

-Of course you have. - she interrupted him with a slight hiss. He pressed his lips together but continued speaking.  

-There are remnants of ancient elven magic at work there. The Veil must be extremely thin in that place and that means demons. Besides, Corypheus certainly added something from himself.  

Hawke stepped closer to him. Her blue resolute gaze made him fall silent.  

-Ayden, I've lost too much already. - she said plainly. - My father and brother were taken by the Blight. My mother was killed by a sick degenerate who wanted to bring his dead love back to life. My sister was locked in a Circle and narrowly missed being tranquil, and Anders paid for my carelessness with his life. - she grabbed his left hand and lifted it slightly upwards. - It's slowly killing you and if there's a slim chance that I can find some way in this fucking temple to at least slow down the process then I have to take it. - she let go of his hand. The Inquisitor stared at the inside of his palm for a moment before clenching his fingers slightly and shifting his green gaze to Marian. She approached a small table and pouring herself a glass of red juice, drank it quickly. She made a sour face. - Maker's balls, you really don't have any wine here?  

He walked over to her and, grabbing her arm, turned her in his direction. Both of his palms rested on her shoulders. Hawke placed her fingers on his metal breastplate probing the blue symbol of the flaming sword with her thumbs. After a moment she rested her forehead against it.  

-If I lose you too...- she said quietly. - I want to make sure that I did everything in my power to prevent that.  

He embraced her and put his chin on her head. His mind spontaneously fled into rapid planning. With all his might, he tried to gather all the scraps of information about this temple so he could somehow minimize the threat. However, there were not enough pieces of the puzzle to form a meaningful plan.  

- Please be careful. - he finally murmured.  

She slipped out of his grasp and her blue gaze rested on his face.  

-Logain gave his life for us. - she said. - I know the weight of such sacrifice, Ayden.  

He smiled warmly and there was peace in his green eyes.  

Hawke walked over to the small table again and poured herself a cherry juice. She soured her face again.  

-Seriously? Not even half a bottle of wine? - she asked.  

The Inquisitor snorted loudly.  

-I promise that the next time you come here there will be wine waiting for you. - he announced.  

Hawke looked at him seriously but after a moment she laughed out loud.  

-I hold you to your word, Your Worship. - she said and toasted with cherry juice.  

-You know... - Inquisitor spoke up suddenly. - We still have some time before duty calls us both.  

He took a few steps back, stopping next to the spacious bed. His flirtatious smile made the corners of Marian's mouth lift as well. She set her glass down and walked over to him.  

-I don't know. Undoing all those straps and buckles might take a while. - she answered.  

Without a word he took the onyx gloves off his hands and reached for the buckles of his breastplate. His green gaze never left her face. After a moment, the piece of metal landed with a clatter on the floor. As his fingers moved to the belt he felt her touch. He took his hands away, letting her finish the job. More pieces of metal landed on the floor.  

-It didn't take that long after all. - he said.  

She smiled and bit her lower lip. His lustful gaze never left her face. He touched her pale cheek with his right hand and his thumb went to her cherry lips. He drew her to him bestowing a long passionate kiss. Maker's breath, the wild feeling she evoked in him was incomparable to anything he had experienced. She was the first woman in his life. The vows of chastity he had taken before joining the Templar Order had set him on a clear path so far. But now the Order in its former form had ceased to exist and the world stood on the threshold of collapse. The feeling that bloomed between them was like a lone flower found among the ashes.  

He felt a sudden light push, followed by a soft landing on the wide bed. Hawke knelt over him and with deft fingers began to unbutton her linen blouse. After a moment, she grabbed his right hand and pressed it against her left bare breast. Ayden felt the quickening rhythm of her heart under his fingers.  

-I'm giving you everything that's left here. - she said quietly. - It is not much, but I put it in your hands.  

He stared for a moment at his hand clasped in her fingers. Then his green gaze moved to her pale face.  

-I love you. - he whispered suddenly. She blinked her eyelids and her embrace eased slightly. In her eyes, he saw... surprise? Sweet Maker, why? He didn't have time to expand on that thought because he felt her lips pressed against his, seeking reassurance. He surrendered to that pleasure without thinking of anything else. Before the world swept them back into the whirlwind of events they had this moment of respite all to themselves and they both intended to take full advantage of it. 

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Temple of Dumat was as bleak as the books described it. Carved in dark stone, the statues blended into the stark features of the towering walls, sending shivers down the spine. The whole building looked more like a huge tomb than a temple built in honor of a long-forgotten god. 

-A pleasant place. - Varric said sarcastically. - Hawke, I dream of the day when you will take me somewhere nice, or at least less... creepy. 

-You would stop coming with me otherwise. - she snorted in amusement. The dwarf only sighed. 

-The Inquisitor has been dragging me to all sorts of interesting places, but I must admit Hawke, you keep up with him very well. - said Dorian, riding beside them. 

When they were close enough they dismounted. The surroundings seemed unusually quiet, which did not inspire optimism. From time to time, stronger gusts of wind rustled between the old walls, stirring up small particles of dust. Hawke looked around carefully for any danger but so far the area was clear. 

-No welcoming party? I'm disappointed. - Dorian said under his breath. As if in response to his words, the four carved snouts crowning the main entrance flashed green, spitting a bright ray of light onto the ground. 

-You couldn't stay quiet could you? - Varrric hissed. Dorian merely gave him a nonchalant look and reached for his staff. 

After a few seconds, the bright rays disappeared and demons materialized where they touched the ground. Fortunately, there were not that many that their blades and magic could not handle. When the last of the creatures vanished into thin air, Dorian was trying to say something but the dwarf's stern gaze effectively shut his mouth. 

With an energetic step, they entered through the main door. The interior proved to be just as austere and overwhelming. As if that wasn't enough, the walls and floor were covered with red lyrium crystals. The distinctive quiet sound was echoing through the air. Varric grimaced. 

-Of course, this nastiness must be here, how else. - he muttered under his breath. 

Dorian walked over to a nearby bookcase. His eyes lit up at the sight of hundreds of books. 

-Just think of how much ancient knowledge must be here, and how much has already been buried. - he said with pure fascination. 

-Let's go. - Hawke replied firmly. - We can't stay here long. - her anxious gaze stared at the red crystals. 

-I agree. - Varric echoed her. 

-Wait a moment. - the mage insisted. - Maybe the answer to our question is somewhere in these books 

-I don't think Corypheus is hiding dusty volumes from Calpernia. - answered Hawke doubtfully. 

-You underestimate the power of a written word, Hawke. It is possible that somewhere in here there is a description of a spell or ritual that is inconvenient for our darkspawn. - the mage wrinkled his forehead for a moment when his eyes encountered a small crystal hiding between two thick volumes. He turned his head slightly and before Hawke could stop him, he touched the object with his fingertips. A familiar bass voice filled the room. 

Awake, in a world twisted into perversion and ruin. Awake only to discover the light of wisdom has gone black. Samson has failed. But Calpernia stands ready.

Hawke reflexively grabbed for her weapon but when no opponent showed up she loosened her grip slightly. 

-What was that? - she asked. 

-I'm not sure but I see another crystal. - Dorian spoke up and approached the shiny object. 

-You really are like a magpie. - Varric admitted. The mage only smiled wickedly and touched another crystal. 

How does this age stand such desolation? They sing to a Maker who answers no prayers. Once I have ascended, I will be their answer. I will be the light.  

-I think our dignified usurper of divinity keeps a journal. - Dorian said in mild amusement. 

-Let's see if there's more. We may have hit the nail on the head. - instructed Hawke. Her blue gaze took a moment to find another crystal. 

I recited the old verses. How easily they come, even after so long a slumber. Yet still, I do not feel the presence of Dumat - hear no whispers, no commands. Silence has fallen.  

Rubbish. 

Another crystal was touched by Varric. 

Calpernia prepares to set foot in the place where regret dwells. To bring it into the light. She cannot know what must be done. Cannot understand. In time she will forgive.  

-That was interesting. - admitted Dorian. 

-It's still not enough. Keep looking. - Hawke recommended. 

The mage found another crystal. 

The Anchor has been stolen by a stripling. I shall descend on this Haven with fire and fury and take it back. Let us see what manner of "Herald" this age has bred.  

Marian froze. After a moment she clenched her fists, and her cheeks trembled slightly. "This Herald will dismember you faster than you think." - she thought. She frantically looked around for another crystal hoping for more information related to the Anchor, but neither she nor her companions had come across any more fragments. 

-Shit. - she hissed under her breath. 

-Another room ahead. - Dorian said. - Maybe we'll get more answers there. 

-I hope so. - Varric muttered. - The incessant sound makes my teeth clench. 

Hawke silently opened the door behind which darkness greeted them. None of the walls were adorned with torches. There were no altars with burning candles. The only light came from a transparent dome in the center of the room, beneath which a hooded figure was kneeling. When the man heard them approaching, he raised his head. There was resignation and indifference in his tortured face, as well as pure physical pain. 

-Maker's breath. - Dorian said. - I know him. 

Hawke and Varric looked at him simultaneously. 

-This is magister Erasthenes, the greatest expert on the Old Gods in Minrathus. 

-So someone still remembers me... after so long. - the man said weakly. 

-Your disappearance was quite notorious. - the mage admitted. - That barrier... I've never seen such a spell. 

-It's a powerful combination of old tevinter magic. The one who calls himself Corypheus has bound me to this place by imposing the will of truth. 

-Will of truth? - Dorian mused, searching his memory for something. After a moment he turned to Marian. - He can't lie, Hawke. 

The Champion stared at the old man's face partially covered by the hood. 

-Why is Corypheus imprisoning you here? - she asked. 

-I am his experiment. He is testing a spell on me that he wants to use on my former slave. 

-He wants to do the same to Calpernia? - Dorian asked. 

-My bond is merely a sketch on a blackboard. Calpernia will be a masterpiece. - every word the old man spoke was marked by pain and extreme fatigue. He must have been trapped here for a long time. 

-If Calpernia finds out what Corypheus is up to, she certainly won't be pleased. - Varric stated. 

-The ritual... It's written on a scroll. Take it... take it. - the old man spoke again, his frail hand pointing to a shelf against the wall. 

-Are there more traps here? More demons? - Hawke asked. 

-Only those summoned outside. - answered magister. - The longer you stay here... the more demons come. 

-Damn, we have to hurry. - Varric muttered under his breath. 

-Varric, Dorian, take the ritual scroll and see if there's anything else of value. - Hawke ordered. When her companions moved away she asked. - The Anchor, do you know anything about it? 

-Corypheus mentioned it. He said it was a tool that would help him tear the Veil of the Fade. But the tool was stolen. Corypheus was furious. 

-Corypheus said something more about it? - another impatient question was asked. 

-Everything is nothingness. Pain is the punishment for lying. The truth will set me free. Let me die. Strike a blow. - the man started mumbling. 

-Focus old man! - Hawke hissed. - Did Corypheus say anything more about the Anchor? 

-Pain is the punishment for lying. The truth will set me free. Let me die. Strike a blow. - repeated the mage. 

Hawke clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth. The magister's mind began to fall apart. Frustration seized her thoughts. She had learned nothing new here. When she turned around the old man spoke once more. 

-He is dying. The Anchor is salvation for the world, but doom for the one who carries it. 

She looked at the old man once more. 

-How can I fix it? 

-You can't. 

-Surely there is something that can be done! - she growled in anger. 

-Some spells fade with the one who cast them. 

-So the only solution is to kill Corypheus? 

-Maybe. The magic he used is old. Older than Tevinter. 

-Is it at least possible to slow down the corruption? 

-If it is, only the Old Gods have the ability to do so. - said the old man. 

Hawke clenched her fists so tightly that she felt the sharp ends of her gauntlets digging into the insides of her palms. Powerlessness battled inside her with growing frustration. She was really hoping to find some sort of solution. 

Dorian and Varric approached her briskly. 

-We have the scroll. We must get out of here as soon as possible. - the mage announced. Outside the door, they could hear the quiet grunts and squawks of the demons that were already summoned. 

- Nothingness is salvation. Please strike a blow. - said the magister in a pleading tone. Hawke's face twisted. 

-Varric... - she spoke to her friend. He understood without a word. He pulled out his crossbow and, loading a single bolt into it, fired at the trapped man. The sharp arrowhead slammed into the center of his skull and the old man's limp body fell to the ground. Hawke stared at the motionless corpse for a moment before she and her companions made their way towards the exit. 

***

The small chapel in Skyhold was unusually quiet today. Rows of candles placed on a small stone altar scattered the twilight shyly. To the right and left of the tall statue of Andraste, made of yellow sandstone stood two vases in which fresh flowers could always be found. Ayden took a few steps toward the altar, staring at the statue's sad face. After a moment he knelt on one knee and lowered his head in a pious gesture. A silent prayer came from his mouth. 

Maker, my enemies are abundant.  

Many are those who rise up against me.  

But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion,  

Should they set themselves against me.  

'''  

In the long hours of the night  

When hope has abandoned me,  

I will see the stars and know  

Your Light remains.  

'''  

I have heard the sound  

A song in the stillness,  

The echo of Your voice,  

Calling creation to wake from its slumber.  

'''  

How can we know You?  

In the turning of the seasons, in life and death,  

In the empty space where our hearts  

Hunger for a forgotten face?  

'''  

He was suddenly silent and rested his forehead on his folded hands. He sighed heavily. After a moment his green gaze rested on the motionless sand sculpture. - Andraste, are you really listening to these prayers? - he asked. A deafening silence answered him. - Does our Maker listen to these prayers? - another question was asked, followed by another moment of silence. The dead eyes of the statue were staring somewhere into the void. He shook his head slightly, chastising himself in his mind. - Forgive me for those questions. I believe you are there because any other option scares me too much. 

He lowered his head again continuing his prayer. 

You have walked beside me  

Down the paths where a thousand arrows sought my flesh.  

You have stood with me when all others  

Have forsaken me.  

'''  

I have faced armies  

With You as my shield,  

And though I bear scars beyond counting,  

nothing Can break me except Your absence.  

'''  

Suddenly there was an all too familiar sparking sound in the air. Ayden clenched his fingers together and gnashed his teeth but he did not stop praying. 

When I have lost all else, when my eyes fail me  

And the taste of blood fills my mouth, then  

In the pounding of my heart  

I hear the glory of creation.  

'''  

He groaned softly not able to speak further but the sparking sound faded and the pain became a mere memory. He relaxed his fingers slightly and his green gaze wandered to the inside of his gloved hand. 

His thoughts were broken by muffled voices from behind the closed door. 

-The Inquisitor is now in prayer. - said a firm female voice. - He must not be disturbed until he has finished. 

Ayden sighed loudly. Before he entered the chapel he told the reverend mother in charge that he needed a moment alone. He could expect that it would not last long. 

-Sister Leliana said to bring him in as soon as possible. - a male voice spoke up. He recognized William. 

-Sister Leliana can wait until the Inquisitor finishes his vigil. - replied the nun. 

-She said it was a matter of urgency. - the messenger insisted. 

Ayden bowed his head one last time and got up from the floor. He looked briefly at the sand statue and left the chapel. 

-Where is sister Leliana expecting me? - he asked the surprised boy standing in front of the door. 

-In the War Room, Your Worship. - the messenger answered slowly. The earlier certainty faded from his voice and a slight glint appeared in his eyes. Fear? Sweet Maker. 

-You can rest assured, William. I'll go to her now. - Ayden said softly and as he passed them both he heard behind him a nun scolding the poor messenger for interrupting the Inquisitor's conversation with the Maker. 

When he arrived, beside Leliana the other advisors were waiting for him in the room. One quick look at their faces was enough to realize that the matter was serious. 

-What happened? 

-My scouts report that Corypheus has already appeared in the Arbor Wilds. - Leliana announced. 

Ayden froze for a brief moment and the fingers of his left hand clenched into a fist. 

-Our troops and Gaspard's troops are already in place. We need to get moving Inquisitor. - Cullen spoke up. - If we don't act, Corypheus will slip out of our hands. 

Ayden approached the large map, quickly analyzing the position of all the pawns. His gaze lingered on one of them. Underneath the circular stand was an inscription: "Temple of Dumat". 

-Any news from Hawke? - he asked. 

-No, unfortunately. - Leliana replied, lowering her head slightly. The Inquisitor gnashed his teeth. 

- "Where are you Marian?" - was rattling around in his head. Before Hawke left for the temple she asked him not to move from the fortress until she returned. She was sure they will find something in it. A needle of unease drilled into his mind like an unwanted splinter. Has something happened? Maybe she needs help. 

-Inquisitor, what are the orders? - the commander's voice broke him out of his reverie. Morrigan suspected that there was an active eluvian in the heart of the jungle and that it was probably the one Corypheus was looking for. Active eluvians have the ability to travel to different parts of the world and beyond. If Corypheus found a way to activate the mirror he could move anywhere. He could even attempt to enter the Fade with it. 

All calculations told him to go to the Wilds as soon as possible. 

Shit! 

-Prepare the rest of our soldiers, Cullen. We're moving out. - he said with a heavy heart. 

Suddenly the main door opened with a bang. All eyes were on it. 

-Hawke. - Ayden whispered. Relief and anxiety flooded his mind at the same time. At first, he did not recognize her. Her outfit, face, and hair were covered with dried layers of green slime, dust, and blood. He could also see a shallow cut on her right thigh. There was however, determination blazing in her blue eyes. It was as if she paid no attention to her appearance or the impression she gave with it. She held a rolled-up scroll in her clenched fist. 

-Before you throw yourselves into battle with the army of Venatori, I want to show you what Corypheus was so careful to hide from his right hand. - she wheezed and threw the paper she was holding onto the table. Leliana reached for it carefully and unfolded it. 

Ayden didn't take his eyes off Hawke. She must have fought quite hard in that temple. It also looked like she, Varric, and Dorian went straight to the fortress right after that, without even stopping for a short rest along the way. 

-Varric and Dorian? - asked Josephine timidly, giving the Champion a worried look. 

-Safe. They went to their chambers. - she announced. Her blue eyes stared at the Inquisitor. Ayden saw the sadness in them. 

-Is this some kind of binding ritual? - Leliana asked suddenly as she finished reading the scroll. 

Hawke shifted his gaze to her. 

-That darkspawn wants to perform it on Calpernia. - she explained. - She will become a mindless puppet that will do his every bidding. For the former slave, it will certainly be like a slap in the cheek. 

Leliana's pink lips lifted with a small smile. 

-Good job Hawke. Calpernia will certainly not remain indifferent to this information. - she said. 

-That ancient son of a bitch won't have it so easy with us. - muttered the Champion. 

-All right. Prepare to march. - announced the Inquisitor, thus ending the meeting. When he was alone with Hawke, he walked up to her and hugged her tightly. 

-You could have waited for me to wash this filth off. - she said sarcastically. As his embrace tightened even more she sighed quietly and returned the embrace. - I'm sorry. - she suddenly said in a resigned voice. - I couldn't find anything about the Anchor. 

The Inquisitor released his grip and pulled her slightly away from him. 

-Marian, you came back to me and that's all I'm interested in at the moment. - he said firmly. By the Maker, he was truly relieved. 

She smiled weakly. 

-Give me a moment to wash away this picture of misery and despair. It is not fair to appear in such a state before your Herald. 

Ayden snorted loudly and ran his thumb over her dusty cheek. 

-It is not so bad. Your Herald doesn't mind. - he replied teasingly. He saw a slightly tired smile on her face once again. 

-When are you leaving? - she asked suddenly. 

-If everything goes well, before noon. - he answered. 

-I think I will be in a good condition by then. - she said. 

-Hawke, you don't think... - he wanted to protest but she interrupted him quickly. 

-I am thinking and there is no way you can talk me out of it. - she said firmly 

Ayden sighed quietly. In that respect she was right. He knew her well enough to know that her stubbornness was second to none. 

-Good Inquisitor. - she winked and patted him lightly on the cheek. 

Did Hawke just praise him like some dog? He did not have time to react in any way because she turned on her heel and disappeared behind the door. He smiled slightly under his breath and nodded. Maker's breath, he loved this woman with all his heart. He walked over to the extensive map and reached for the pawn set on Temple of Dumat. He twirled it around in his fingers for a moment before bringing it to a large group located near the Arbor Wilds. His gaze swept the map one last time and he left the War Room. 

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The Arbor Wilds fully deserved its name. Huge trees with vast crowns that seemed to be climbing up to the sky, obscured the sun. Only here and there you could see small clearings where young, sun-thirsty seedlings fought a fierce race among themselves for access to the sun. At the base of the trunks, there was a wall of green, in some places so thick that it was impossible to penetrate it even with the help of fire magic. Overwhelmed slowly but surely by the wildlife, the old elven ruins were swarming with venatori troops. Gaspard's army and the Inquisition's soldiers worked together in a fierce campaign to distract the enemy, only for the Inquisitor and his small team to make their way into the heart of the ruins. Whatever Corypheus was looking for had to be there. For the first time in a long time, Solas took part in a mission. This mysterious apostate had extensive knowledge of the Fade and his previous hypotheses were mostly correct. Besides, he was an elf so it was almost natural to include him in this expedition. Hawke, who was also part of the team, watched the mage carefully. She did not feel comfortable in his company. She could trust a tevinter mage but Solas had a strange aura about him. Ayden told her about how mage had saved his life in Haven and it was thanks to him that they had learned what an Anchor was for. The Inquisitor had also consulted him about the growing corruption on his hand but Solas announced that his knowledge of the strange spell had run out. The more Marian learned details about the elven mage the more she came to the conclusion that Solas only shared information when he felt it was necessary. Ayden however, did not seem to notice that, so Hawke did not pursue the subject unnecessarily.  

The group eventually reached the ruins. Ivy-covered, cracked monuments were a slowly fading testament to the ancient elven race that had reigned here centuries ago. According to legends, the elves of Arlathan bore no resemblance to their current descendants. Magic coursed through their veins and their longevity was extinguished one day like the flame of a burning candle. No one knows what really happened. All information about it was lost in the sands of time.  

For a long time, they did not meet any venatori, which testified to the effectiveness of the fighting forces of Orlais and the Inquisition. However, they had to hurry. Every moment of peace here was ransomed with blood elsewhere.  

-The monuments in these ruins are... strange. They present a slightly different picture of elven history than I have encountered so far. - Morrigan spoke up. Celene's former advisor had made things clear in terms of her presence in the ruins. Besides, what Leliana said was true. The woman had an incredible knowledge of the ancient elves and their lore. In some cases, she even surpassed Solas in that regard.  

-If there is nothing to see here we must move on. - said the Inquisitor firmly. Morrigan only snorted in slight displeasure but did not persist.  

Their calm did not last long. When they found themselves inside the narrow corridor, the sound of clashing steel came to their ears. Somewhere ahead of them a battle was taking place. The Inquisitor and his companions cautiously approached the stone balustrade surrounding a small terrace. Just beyond the bridge below a squad of venatori was fending off attacks from a group of elves.  

-These are the same warriors we fought in the jungle. - whispered Dorian, remembering one of the few encounters they had along the way.  

Ayden had expected that not all of the mages would be busy fighting the Inquisition troops, so the sight of a group of venatori did not particularly surprise him. The mysterious elves were clearly trying to stop the intruders from advancing.  

The venatori were led by Calpernia and they did not have to wait long for the fair-haired leader to be joined by Corypheus.  

-And there is our main antagonist. - Varric muttered under his breath. One of the elven guards said something in his language. His hate-filled gaze rested on darkspawn.  

-The wretch mocks you, Master. - Calpernia hissed, clutching her staff tighter.  

-These are but just remnants. They will not keep us from the Well of Sorrows. - said a familiar bass voice. 

-Well of Sorrows? - whispered the Inquisitor looking to Morrigan for an answer. The mage only nodded her head letting them know she didn't know herself. The Magister tried to cross the stone bridge, but the two columns at the beginning of it shot bright flames towards the intruder. The slender body of the darkspawn began to melt before their eyes and soon all that was left was a pile of glittering ash.  

The Inquisitor's team, including himself, froze. Was this the end of their struggle? Just like that?  

They were so preoccupied with what had happened that they hardly noticed when the fighting elves, along with Calpernia and her venatori crossed the bridge. Ayden gave the signal and the team walked closer to the bridge passing by bodies of the slain elven soldiers and Grey Wardens. Suddenly they've heard a cracking sound just behind them. The body of one of the Grey Wardens twitched suddenly, writhing in unnatural convulsions. A strange black ooze began to seep out of the dead man's mouth, eyes, and ears. After a moment, his hands turned into familiar claws and a red flash appeared on his face.  

-It can't be. - whispered Hawke. The Corypheus was coming back to life before their eyes.  

-Cross the bridge! To the temple! Quickly! - shouted the Inquisitor. The others needed no further encouragement. Suddenly, a mighty roar pierced the landscape and a grey dragon emerged from the trees. Its membranous wings flapped with a bang. The group rushed into the temple and at the last moment managed to slam the heavy door, which had been sealed by an ancient spell. Everyone was panting with exertion and nervousness.  

-What the hell was that? - Dorian spoke up.  

-It seems that Corypheus is able to transfer his spirit into the bodies of beings affected by the Blight. - explained Morrigan hurriedly.  

-That would explain why he survived the clash with us, Hawke. - Varric said.  

-The Grey Wardens didn't kill him, they put him in prison. - Marian wheezed. Her breathing slowly began to calm down. She straightened up slightly. - They must have known he couldn't be killed.  

-Everyone can be killed. - growled the Inquisitor under his breath. The cheeks on his face twitched in tension and his onyx-gloved fingers clenched into fists. - Morrigan, you said Corypheus came here for the eluvian so what is the Well of Sorrows?  

-Unfortunately, my knowledge in this subject is as limited as yours, Inquisitor. - explained the mage.  

Ayden sighed aloud and combed his coppery hair with his hand. Despite the additional unknowns, they had to focus on the task at hand. The only certain option they had at the moment was to follow Calpernia and her venatori. The mage needed to know what the Well of Sorrows was and where it was located.  

-Let's go. - he said.  

-Wait, Inquisitor. - Morrigan spoke up suddenly. - There is old magic at work in this place. I suppose some of the ancient rituals are still active.  

-And what will that get us, witch? - asked Hawke impatiently.  

-We can gain invaluable knowledge that will give us an advantage.  

-Why do I get the feeling there's something more behind this. - Dorian admitted suspiciously.  

-Because you're an ignorant ignoramus? - hissed Morrigan.  

-Auch. - said the mage.  

-No... Morrigan is right. - said Solas, who had been silent for some time. - Some of these temples have rites of passage that make it possible to bypass their traps without much difficulty.  

Ayden sighed heavily.  

-Are you sure? - he asked after a moment. The elf's serious dark gaze was answer enough. - All right, lead the way then.  

The rituals, fortunately, did not cause the trace of Calpernia to disappear. On the contrary. As they descended the winding staircase they could only hear the mage barking out orders. Before they stepped out into the square, Hawke stopped the Inquisitor with a gesture.  

-How do we play this, Inquisitor? - she asked quietly.  

-You have the scroll with you. - he stated. - I want to convince her to leave this place.  

-It may be hard. - Dorian announced.  

-Maybe, but if we're successful, there will probably be more venatori leaving the ruins than this group here. - Ayden said. - Calpernia has had quite an effect on them.  

-Whatever you want to do, do it quickly. - Morrigan whispered. - Our position is not exactly secret.  

Ayden looked out quickly into the square, assessing the number of individuals roaming around.  

-Prepare yourselves in case something goes wrong. - he announced and slowly moved forward to be seen. - Calpernia! - he shouted.  

The venatori froze and turned their heads towards him. Their leader followed. Ayden stopped just short of the stairs. The rest of his group followed suit.  

-I hope your Inquisitor knows what he is doing. - Morrigan hissed under her breath.  

-Don't worry, witch. He always knows what he's doing. - Dorian replied nonchalantly.  

Some of the enemy mages had already prepared to cast spells, but Calpernia stopped them with a gesture of her raised hand. Her gray eyes showed intrigue.  

-I didn't think the Inquisitor would come here personally, but I guess that's why your troops are thrown as food for my mages.  

-Call them off, Calpernia. - Ayden asked firmly.  

- You think I will do that at your polite request? - she asked with a sarcastic smile.  

-Corypheus is using you, all of you.  

-Corypheus will help me restore the Empire to its former glory. It will finally bring back the days when talent was the most important trait, not the caste one was born into.  

-Do you really believe that? - Dorian interjected. - The Empire was built on the shoulders of slaves. Corypheus will not change that.  

-He freed me from the yoke of my master, who underestimated me and what I can do.  

-A master bound by a spell only to test it before using it on you. - Herald declared.  

-Lies! - growled the mage.  

-I know that Corypheus did not allow you to go to the Temple of Dumat. - Ayden continued. Surprise appeared in Calpernia's grey eyes. He had managed to plant the first seed. - He didn't want you to discover the truth about what he had done to Erasthenes.  

This time the mage seemed to freeze. Uncertainty crawled across her face.  

-These are only words, Inquisitor. - she spoke at last.  

-We have more than words. - Hawke said, standing next to Herald. Her hand was clutching a dark scroll. - See for yourself. - she added and threw the scroll toward the mage's direction. Calpernia seized it in mid-flight and unrolled it carefully. Her gray eyes pierced the black text and her teeth clenched with each word. When she reached the end she rolled it up with a shriek. Her right hand was covered in flames that burned the document in a few moments. The hooded faces of her squad members stared at her, waiting for orders. After a moment, the mage seemed to calm down.  

-If any power can challenge Corypheus it lies in the Well. - she said suddenly. - Perhaps its price is too high but if you can take it... humble him.  

Solas clasped his hands lightly on his staff.  

-My venatori and I will not stand in your way. - Calpernia added.  

-Will you call them all back? - asked the Inquisitor.  

-Those who want to follow me. - admitted the woman. - Not everyone obeys my orders.  

-Thank you. - replied Ayden.  

Calpernia nodded and motioned to her men to leave.  

-Well, that wasn't so bad. - Dorian admitted happily.  

-I wish it were that easy with Corypheus. - muttered Varric.  

***

The Well of Sorrows turned out to be a shallow pond filled with crystalline water. Before they could see this closely guarded secret they encountered a group of ancient elven guardians who had been tending the ruins of the temple for centuries. Their leader, Abelas, was initially distrustful and eventually led them to the well only because they had performed rites of passage which signified respect for the place. Ayden sighed, being grateful for his decision. Had they been too hasty the confrontation with the guardians could have ended very differently.  

They now stood in the open square, which was overgrown with wild ivy and young tree seedlings. In its heyday, the entire temple including this shrine must have been a beautiful place. The calm, undisturbed waters of the pond mirrored the rays of the midday sun streaming into the square. This part of the temple was like the inside of a cathedral. Almost no sound could be heard in the air. A few dozen paces away behind the pond, they've seen an inactive eluvian.  

Abelas walked to the edge of the pond gazing into its clear depths.  

-After death, each Mythal's guardian gives up their memories filling the Well drop by drop. - he declared. - Its waters hold the knowledge of thousands of such drops. Whoever draws from the Well will serve our Lady for eternity. - he informed.  

-Let me do it, Inquisitor. - Morrigan spoke. - Of all the people here, I have the greatest knowledge to deal with its power.  

-Of course, you will be able to use it in the way you are most comfortable, which. - hissed Hawke. The Champion trusted the woman even less than Solas.  

-Do you see a better candidate? - the mage was outraged.  

-Using the power of the Well can be dangerous. - Dorian said.  

-So it's all the more reason for me to do it. - Morrigan insisted. - The Inquisitor is too valuable to expose himself to such danger.  

Ayden glanced at the calm waters of the pond. Uncertainty shone in his green eyes. He needed additional opinions. He turned to Solas with a silent question. He valued the elf's advice greatly. After all, it was because of him that he was still alive and the Inquisition could draw breath until the next skirmish in the Skyhold after Haven was buried by an avalanche.  

-The Well is an unknown. The only thing we really know about it is that the knowledge it contains is bought with service to an ancient goddess for eternity. In my opinion, it is best that no one uses it. Abelas should destroy it. - answered the mage.  

-We need this knowledge elf, otherwise, Corypheus will be reborn again and again until he triumphs. - said Morrigan firmly.  

Ayden shifted his green gaze to Hawke looking for advice. Marian sighed nervously. Her blue eyes glanced briefly at the surface before returning to the Inquisitor.  

-Your mark... - she said quietly. - Maybe the Well will give you a solution.  

The Inquisitor raised his gloved left hand, staring at its leathery interior. He drew in a deep breath and turned toward the pond. Hawke was right. What did he really have to lose? Like the Champion, he didn't trust Morrigan either. If they were to use the knowledge gathered here then he must use it. He carefully put on his heavy armor-clad legs stirring the calm of the holy waters. Morrigan took a nervous step forward, but Hawke stood in her way. Her blue eyes nearly pierced the woman's and her head cocked slightly to the side in a gesture of denial.  

Ayden slowly approached the center of the pond and when its crystalline waters reached the blue emblem on his gleaming breastplate, he stopped. A strange peace filled his mind. He felt as if he were at home. He took one last look at his companions and then scooped up a small portion in his hand and pressed it to his lips. The pond water was cool and pleasantly refreshing. Instinctively, he closed his eyes as images filled his mind and a cacophony of whispers reached his ears. New sensations, delicate at first, began to overwhelm. The images covered the world and the whispers became like the buzzing of a swarm of insects. He felt as if he were drowning. He groaned loudly and fell to his knees. Suddenly everything went silent leaving behind a black void. He slowly opened his eyelids and looked around. The outside world had disappeared, replaced by a dark blue shroud of nothingness.  

-Why am I here? - he asked. The whispers returned, but he could not make sense of them. - Corypheus... a Magister wishes to rip the Veil open. I must learn how to stop him. - more whispers reached the already mumbling. - If you can help me vanquish Corypheus, take whatever price you wish. - he tried hard to get an answer. For a brief moment, he wondered if he was actually worthy of this knowledge. Maybe he really wasn't the one who should be using the Well. Suddenly the whispers became almost deafening, but their incomprehensible babble began to clear after a while. The solution slowly began to push its way into his head. When the mumbling quieted down, he sighed in a gesture of understanding and clenched his left hand on which the Anchor rested. - I see. - he replied quietly. A strong shiver ran through his body and brought him to his knees. The world disappeared again in impenetrable blackness.  

-Inquisitor. - he heard as if from afar. - Inquisitor! - repeated a desperate female voice. He opened his eyes and jerked all his muscles. Only after a few moments did he realize that he was lying on the colorful tiles of the bottom of the pond, which was now empty. He looked around in confusion and stood up slowly. - How are you feeling? - Hawke asked, standing right next to him. He wrinkled his forehead and looked at her with green, slightly confused eyes. He remained silent. He put his right hand to his temple and shook his head. The whispers returned. His chin raised abruptly and his already focused gaze rested on the entrance. The familiar silhouette of the darkspawn appeared against the massive doorway. Seeing them, Corypheus growled in fury and soared through the air. Not far from them an active eluvian flashed blue.  

-Through the mirror. Now! - shouted Morrigan. Everyone started to run towards the only exit. Ayden was the last to run but after a while, he slowed down until he came to a complete stop. The whispers in his head continued.  

Halfway there, Hawke turned suddenly.  

-Ayden! - she shouted desperately. His green sad gaze made a chill pierce her stomach. For the love of Andraste, did he want to stay here and fight this creature alone?  

Ayden shifted his gaze to Solas, who upon hearing the girl also turned away. The others had already managed to pass through the mirror.  

-Solas. Take her away from here. - he asked. The elf furrowed his brow. He wanted to say something, but Ayden spoke up once more. - Solas... Ver ish'ala. Ar ema. Is isala nuven'in. Melena sul tarasyl.  

The mage froze for a moment. He was surprised that the Inquisitor spoke fluent Elvish, but after a moment he nodded in a gesture of understanding.  

-There's no way you're staying here alone! - growled Hawke. She wanted to approach him but she felt a touch on her shoulder. She didn't even have time to react when her world became foggy and her muscles went weak. She felt someone sling an arm over her shoulder, supporting her now numb body. Solas took one last look at the Inquisitor.  

-Thank you. - whispered Ayden and smiled weakly. Hawke desperately wanted to speak, but the incapacitating spell cast by the elf effectively denied her that opportunity.  

They both passed through an eluvian that had lost its luster and its insides shattered into pieces. Ayden felt relieved. They were safe. Hawke was now safe, away from the greedy paws of Coryphaeus. Suddenly his left hand sparked loudly and a powerful pain pierced his entire arm. The Inquisitor fell to his knees grabbing his wrist. He growled loudly.  

-So all is not lost. - a thick bass voice spoke. The darkspawn towered over Herald like a predator over its prey. - The thief slammed into his cage. 

Ayden was unable to rise. It felt as if his left hand had been nailed to the ground. The pain robbed him of all will, and the whispers fell silent. A needle of fear pierced his tortured mind. Maker, had he miscalculated the situation? Had he misunderstood the message?  

- A familiar sight . - Corypheus spoke again. - But this time you cannot move the mountain.  

Ayden mustered all his strength to lift his head. His green eyes, filled with agony, stared hard at his tormentor. The Coryphaeus turned his head slightly and squinted. The dark gaze shifted to the Anchor. Ayden heard a quiet whisper somewhere in the back of his mind but felt it was not directed at him.  

-Maybe I'll still make use of you...Herald. - Corypheus stated after a moment and the fingers of his clawed hand formed an unusual gesture. The Inquisitor was once again pinned to the ground. The pain was now so intense that a deafening scream escaped his throat. "Maker, help me survive this". A desperate thought rushed out. His mind fled into the void, which after a moment consumed him completely and he toppled inertly to his side. Coryphaeus approached him staring at the still unquenchable Anchor. - Interesting. And I had almost written it off. I wonder Herald how long your Andraste will allow you to endure the pain that awaits you. What you have experienced now is nothing compared to what I will prepare for you. 

Ayden heard no more. His inert body lay on the sacred ground and consciousness fled from reality.  

Corypheus laughed throatily. The squad of Grey Wardens he controlled joined their ruler.  

- Take him away. - he gave a short command and then headed towards the exit. The two retainers grabbed the inert body of the Inquisitor and followed their master.  

***

Eluvian threw them out like a slingshot and in a short time, they were all in a small room in Skyhold. Solas was the last to appear along with the dazed Hawke he was supporting. They all turned around waiting for the last passenger.  

-Close the eluvian Morrigan. - said the elf.  

-But the Inquisitor... - began the dwarf but Solas interrupted him.  

-Close the eluvian. - urged the mage. Morrigan raised her hands and the glow disappeared. Hawke seemed to start coming back to herself. Whatever Solas used on her stopped working. After a moment she pushed him away slightly and shook her head. She looked around the small room quickly. Unfortunately, she couldn't see the copper hair among the gathered. Her hand suddenly clenched into a fist that landed on the elf's cheek. Solas staggered but did not fall.  

-You left him there! - she growled in pure anger. She felt the spell begin to fade. Her teeth clenched in her jaws, making her anxious cheeks twitch. - If you ever use that spell on me again I'll slit your throat!  

Solas turned away massaging the slightly sore spot.  

- The Inquisitor asked me to do this. - he announced, feeling the questioning looks of the rest of the group.  

-Great. - muttered Morrigan in displeasure. - I told you to let me be the one using the Well. At least we would have the knowledge and now we are left with nothing. That Inquisitor of yours must have lost his mind.  

-Why did he do it? - Varric asked. He couldn't believe what had happened and his gaze spontaneously flickered to the eluvian. It was as if he subconsciously hoped that Herald would still appear in it.  

-He always has a plan. It had to be that way this time, too. - Dorian said with a little hope in his voice.  

-How come he spoke to you in elvish? Was it the influence of the Well? - Hawke asked firmly. - And what did he say to you?  

Solas sighed quietly.  

- "Take her away. He must believe he has won. The mark will strike unnoticed. Wait for the sign." - recited the elf.  

-What the hell does that mean? - hissed Marian.  

-It looks like the Well gave him the answers he was looking for. - said the elf.  

-So he got caught based on such unverified clues? - Varric wondered. This was not like the Inquisitor. - Corypheus could kill him outright. In Haven, he had wanted to do just that, after all. He claimed the Anchor was useless.  

-This is where my guesses end. - Solas admitted it.  

-Hawke. - Dorian said quietly. - He may have learned something new. As I said before, he always had a plan. He said to wait for a sign, so that's what we have to do.  

- What sign, Dorian!? - snarled the Champion. - The only sure sign is that he's not here! Corypheus can do whatever he wants with him now, and we are powerless against it. - she clenched her teeth and rushed out of the room like a hurricane. It was as if she had run amok. She did not even see the people she was passing and did not even notice when she reached her chamber. Fury slowly turned into helplessness, which turned into despair. She sat on the bed and, propping her elbows on her knees, hid her face in her folded hands. Suddenly, she heard the clang of the door opening. She raised her head seeing the dwarf.  

- Hawke, I am of the same opinion as Dorian. The Inquisitor has already come out of the back of shitty situations that I am calm about him. - he tried to comfort her.  

- He's not coming back Varric. - Marian said quickly wiping away the tears flowing down her cheeks. She managed to calm her emotions somewhat. - I could see it in those damn green eyes of his. That same look Anders had when he was at my mercy after blowing up the chantry. Ayden will kill Corypheus, but he will die in the process.  

She got up quickly and began to rummage through the cabinets looking for some liquor. After a few moments, she pulled out a bottle of red wine. She froze for a moment staring at it intensely.  

- You promised me this on my next visit, you son of a bitch. How are you going to keep your word now? - she growled under her breath and uncorked the bottle. She didn't even bother to pour the contents into the glass. The sweet and slightly tart taste irritated her tongue. She sat down heavily in the chair and her blue eyes gazed out at the snow-capped peaks visible outside the small window.  

Varric silently sat down in the other chair. Hawke should not be left alone now. Maker's breath, this loss could be the nail in her coffin. The only close person she had left was her sister, slowly building her own life. From what he could tell, she had returned to a slowly recovering Lothering. She even met a farmer with whom she helped mages find their way in the chaos. As far as he knew she was happy.  

Marian took a solid sip straight from the bottle.  

-He said he loved me. - she muttered under her breath. - Do you know what I said to him?  

Varric remained silent. Sweet Andraste, he wasn't sure that he was the right person for such confidences. He wished he had dragged Dorian here with him. The mage seemed more knowledgeable in these matters and it seemed to the dwarf that Hawke valued the tevinter's opinion.  

Marian took another sip. The sweet and tart taste spilled again down her throat.  

- Nothing. I said absolutely nothing to him. I was afraid to name the feeling, and now it is too late.  

She tilted the bottle again. This time it looked like she was drinking water.  

- Hawke... - Varric spoke up. - ...I'm no expert in these things but I think I have a pretty good eye for people. He knows.  

He did not speak again keeping his friend silent company. After a long moment, Marian sighed aloud.  

- You are a good friend, Varric. - she said quietly. - The best I ever had.  

The dwarf could hear the beginnings of intoxication in her voice.  

- Thank you for being here. - she added at the end.  

- No problem Hawke. - replied the dwarf and they both looked out the window in silence.

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Darkness enveloped him like a thick blanket and opening his eyelids did not bring back the light. He closed them again in an effort to stimulate his remaining senses. When he moved his hands the metallic clang of thick chains filled the air. Both of his wrists were pinned to the cold stone wall. He must have been here a long time because he slowly started to feel tingling in his fingertips, and with every movement, his stiff muscles ached. Additionally, an intense chill ran through his body, making his jaw tremble slightly. Recent memories were hazy and he had to take a moment to sort them out. The last thing he remembered was his team fleeing through an active eluvian. After that, there was a black void. A sudden shudder shook him. Sweet Maker, where had this darkspawn dragged him? He sighed quietly. If he made a mistake, the consequence would be the end of the world.  

The silence of the dark cell was broken by familiar whispers. He listened to their reassuring tone. Suddenly, the door opened with a clatter, and blinding light flooded in. Ayden squinted, trying to adjust his vision to the sudden change. The chains holding his wrists and ankles made a quiet rattle. Two individuals entered the room. He couldn't see their faces in the harsh light coming through the door, but he could recognize the clothes they wore. Mages of the Grey Wardens. So any negotiations were out of the question. One of the individuals approached him and, tinkering with the chains, freed his iron-clad ankles. Herald also felt that his hands were not pinned to the walls. The chains themselves, however, remained on his wrists.  

-Get up. - a clear female voice said. He obeyed the order and with a little help got up from the stone floor. Only now did he realize that he was not wearing the metal parts of his templar armor. The breastplate, shoulder pads, and gauntlets had been removed as had the armored boots. The cold stones stung his bare feet but he tried not to focus on that.  

Wardens led him outside. He blinked again a few times feeling his vision begin to adjust to the light. He looked around. At first, he didn't recognize this place. Only when they had walked a few dozen meters, buried memories came to the surface. When they passed a snowy rocky protrusion, he froze as if paralyzed. The black, somewhere melted stone was overgrown with red crystals of tainted lyrium which filled the gloomy crater. Maker's breath, he was in the ruins of the temple. His head rose violently upwards. A light green glow flickered across the sky as if waiting for something. He felt the blood begin to flow faster in his veins. Gray Wardens led him to the center of the crater. This is where it all began. This is where he was found and where a huge explosion opened the heavens. Corypheus brought him to this place to rehearse again.  

- I didn't think this path was still open. - came a strong bass voice. The darkspawn stood beside a massive rock column, staring up at the sky. After a moment, his dark gaze shifted to Herald.  

Once again Ayden heard quiet whispers somewhere from the bottom of his consciousness and once again he knew they were not directed at him. His green gaze glanced at Coryphaeus, who turned his head slightly as if listening. The Inquisitor discreetly glanced at the assembled guards. Their reaction was similar.  

Suddenly, Corypheus seemed to shake himself off and his gaze focused on the sky.  

- Bind him. - he commanded.  

Ayden heard the iron chains fall on the parched rocks. Confused, he looked around quickly. The group of mages around him uttered their spells and threads of orange light wrapped around his wrists. His right hand was pinned to the ground, forcing him to kneel. His left hand hovered upwards. The magical threads forcibly stretched his clenched fingers. Ayden jerked reflexively, even though he knew how pointless the gesture was. His heavy breathing betrayed fear.  

- Now we will continue when we left off. - Corypheus has spoken. - Calpernia was supposed to be in your place. My apprentice left me however, and the scroll with ritual was lost. You almost thwarted my plans, Inquisitor but you slipped.  

Ayden clenched his teeth as he scanned the darkspawn's back with his green eyes. A moment later a familiar sparking sound pierced the air and his left arm exploded in pain. He growled loudly, clenching his jaws. The green glow circling in the sky flickered.  

Corypheus turned around, giving Herald a stony stare.  

- You see, it turns out I don't need that scroll anymore. The Well of Sorrows has given you knowledge. I know you can hear her whispers because I can hear them too. Whispers that offer a solution.  

Ayden lowered his gaze, trying not to let the agony overwhelm him. His heavy breathing was interspersed with quiet moans. Sweet Maker, he felt as if his hand had been dipped in liquid metal.  

- The Anchor will serve me one last time. I will tear the carelessly stitched Veil, this time for good, and Fade will finally be open to me. Be honored, Herald. You have witnessed the birth of a new God.  

As if to crown his words a green ray shot from the Inquisitor's hand and soared into the sky. An enormous vortex covered the sun. Ayden anchored his gaze to the black rock-covered ground. He had to endure this torture until Corypheus used the spherical artifact. He only had one chance to end this nightmare.  

***

Skyhold became a prison. Hawke wandered around the complex like a ghost, unable to find her own place. Several times she stood outside the door of the Inquisitor's private chambers without remembering how she got there. Each time she gathered herself to go inside and each time she lacked the courage. Her mind was filled with a numbing emptiness. For a moment she wondered if this was the life of a tranquil mage.  

It had been three days since they walked through that cursed mirror without Inquisitor. Three days of uncertainty, conjecture, and trying to pick up the pieces after the loss. Herald's three main advisors, along with Cassandra and Morrigan, practically didn't leave the War Room trying to devise a further plan of action. Hawke stopped attending these meetings after a while, as every single one ended in shouting and blaming each other. The situation seemed hopeless. Morrigan was right. They were left with nothing.  

She stood under the stone archway, staring at the residents who were busy with their own affairs. The Inquisitor's absence was not yet apparent, but it would not be for much longer. In the distance, she heard the nervous neighing of horses. She left her half-shadowed hiding place and made her way to the stables. The white stallion was pacing restlessly in his stall. A few times he stood on his hind legs almost hitting the straw thatch with his muzzle. His constant neighing made the other horses nervous as well.  

-Astral. - said Hawke warmly and walked closer to the stall. Hearing its name, the animal shifted yellow eyes to her. The pacing had calmed down a little. Marian reached out her hand slowly, touching the stallion's soft snores. He groaned a few times and stopped nodding obsessively. - I know you miss him. - muttered Marian under her breath stroking a velvety spot between the horse's nostrils. - I miss him too Astral. I miss him so damn much.  

-I'll be damned. - she suddenly heard the familiar voice of the horse master behind her. - How did you even get close to him? For the last three days, he has been acting as if he was possessed by some demon. In addition, he's been eating so little that I've begun to worry. When he's not trying to break the stable, he just sticks his head out and stares off into space. I really don't know what is happening with this animal. - the man sighed loudly and then added. - If the Inquisitor doesn't come back soon and calm him down, this stallion will hurt himself.  

Marian stopped stroking the animal's muzzle and lowered her gaze.  

-I'm sure it won't be long now. - she said quietly and then patting the horse's muscular neck she added. - Hold on, Astral. Everything will be fine.  

-You have to teach me that trick. - Dennet admitted admiringly.  

Hawke turned to him and a faint smile bloomed on her cherry lips.  

-Some day I will. - she replied and headed toward the fortress. Her legs, which seemed to have a life of their own, led her to a small room with inactive eluvian. She stood before the device staring at it impassively. The ancient elven artifact had an unsettling aura about it. Merril would probably die of happiness if only she were here.  

The wooden door opened with a quiet creak. Hawke turned slightly. There was no sign of surprise on Morrigan's face standing there. Witch approached the Champion without taking her eyes off the mirror.  

-Fascinating item. - she announced.  

-I once knew an elf who sacrificed everything to make one of these devices work. - Hawke said. - She even made a pact with a demon but in the end, nothing came of it and you do it with such ease.  

Morrigan smiled flirtatiously. She liked the compliment.  

-It has taken me a good part of my life to learn how eluvians work. - she admitted after a while. - And it is probably only a small part of what they really are anyway.  

Hawke shifted her blue gaze to the woman.  

-If it can't help us find him, it's useless. - she muttered.  

Morrigan sighed in slight displeasure.  

Suddenly the inactive mirror flashed a clear blue. They both looked towards the artifact. Hawke reflexively grabbed the handy knife she always carried at her belt. Her twin blades unfortunately rested at the bottom of the trunk in her chamber. Every muscle in her body tensed like a string waiting for events to unfold. Morrigan, standing next to her, grabbed the staff slung across her back.  

-We should have smashed it into little pieces. - admitted Hawke in anger.  

After a moment a woman's figure appeared against the bright glow. The burgundy leather outfit was tightly fitted to her slim figure, which did not belong to a young person. Deep wrinkles accentuated the small smile on the mature face.  

-My my. What have we here? - asked the woman in a thick bass voice. Marian furrowed her forehead and recognition quickly appeared in her blue eyes.  

-Flemeth. - she mumbled but did not put away her handy weapon yet.  

-Mother? - there was genuine surprise in Morrigan's voice. Hawke looked at her briefly and without a word shifted her gaze back to the woman.  

-Of all the people I have met, it is you who I meet at the most important hour. - the witch said mysteriously. - Once again I wonder if it is fate or coincidence. And I see you are accompanied by my dear daughter.  

-What are you doing here, mother? - Morrigan asked suspiciously.  

-A warm welcome as usual... and that eternal impatience. - answered the woman. - But I must admit that this time the rush is welcome. - she added after a moment. - Your Inquisitor is in the Temple of Sacred Ashes. - she got straight to the point.  

- How do you know that? - Hawke snapped.  

-Because I told Corypheus to take him there. - she said.  

At these words, Marian's hand tightened on her dagger and before she could think, she rushed at the woman. Flemeth extended her hand carelessly, causing all of the Champion's muscles to turn into solid scale. Hawke froze in place like a stone statue. Fortunately, her mouth remained free.  

- I'll kill you, I swear! - she growled in anger.  

- Before you do anything, listen to me first. - said the woman calmly.  

- What do you mean by that? - Morrigan asked.  

- Oh Morrigan, I thought you were such a clever girl. - laughed the woman lightly. - The ancient magic that slipped out of your hands has a use.  

- The Well. - mage answered quietly.  

- Yes. I gave both of them answers to desperate questions.  

Marian, still under the influence of the spell, gnashed her teeth.  

- You tricked him! It's because of you he stayed. It's because of you Corypheus won! - she growled. Maker's breath, she wanted so badly to rip this witch to shreds.  

- You gave the answers? - Morrigan was surprised. A moment later understanding dawned in her eyes. - You... you are Mythal.  

- Bravo my child.  

Morrigan wanted to speak again but Hawke's desperate voice interrupted her.  

- He trusted you! You ran away from the Blight yourself, why are you helping it now? - asked Hawke desperately.  

- You draw conclusions based on incomplete information, Champion. You charge like a bull when you need a gentle nudge. - replied Flemeth mysteriously.  

- Stop talking in riddles witch! - hissed Marian.  

-I gave your Inquisitor the information he was looking for. He made the decision to confront Corypheus.  

Marian's face resembled the rest of her frozen body. Suddenly she felt the spell had stopped working and she almost fell to the floor. She remained silent and her blue eyes demanded answers.  

- The elven artifact in Corypheus' possession is filled with immense power. The spell he originally used was stolen by Herald but that did not strip the orb of its properties. If Corypheus slipped away from the Arbor Wilds he would eventually find a way to reopen the sky using the orb itself. If that happened, no one could stop him anymore.  

Flemeth went silent waiting for this bit of information to be received. After a moment, she continued.  

- The only solution was to convince Corypheus to use the Anchor again instead of the orb. To use the same spell.  

- But the effect would be the same. - Hawke protested.  

Flemeth shook her head negatively.  

- The Anchor and the artifact are now connected. The mark can open heavens but whether they are opened for good depends only on the owner of the Anchor. Your Inquisitor lured the darkspawn into a trap. The moment Corypheus uses the orb, its power will be turned against him.  

-But the bastard can't die. - Hawke protested again. - We saw with our own eyes how he took over the corpse of the Grey Warden.  

-The key to solving this problem is his dragon, but you don't have to worry about that anymore. - the witch replied mysteriously.  

- If you say that the Inquisitor has everything under control then why are you here, mother? - Morrigan asked suddenly.  

-Inquisitor cannot face the darkspawn alone. Coryphaeus has gathered too much power. Send all your troops to the temple. Distract him. Help your Herald.  

- Are you the sigh he spoke of? - Hawke asked quietly.  

Flemeth laughed in amusement. Suddenly a distant bang could be heard outside the door. The women stepped out of the small room into the wide walls. Their gaze momentarily went to the sky. A green swirl of light floated gloomily in the distance.  

- This is the sign he spoke of. - muttered the witch and then added. - Hurry up. There is not much time left.  

As she disappeared behind the blue mirror, the eluvian glow dimmed. Hawke and Morrigan rushed to the War Room.

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Ghosts and demons were advancing on the Inquisition's soldiers from almost every direction. Unfortunately, the former far outnumbered the latter. They came here with heavily depleted numbers as most of the troops were just returning from the Arbor Wilds. Soldiers fought like lions trying to help the small group of specialists who tried to get to the center of the temple. It was there that the darkspawn had been seen, and it was there that they would surely find the Inquisitor. The blood of the slain stained the black stones that refused to show it to the world. Hawke danced her deadly dance between her opponents. Time and again, her twin blades sunk into the foul bodies of her foes, who dissolved into thin air with a shattering groan. Varric, who had been accompanying her, was spreading a deadly hail of bolts from his automatic crossbow and Bianca was really busy today. Not far from them, they could hear the electric sound of staff discharges with which Dorian disposed of the demons attacking him. Behind mage, the Iron Bull roared throatily, brandishing his sizable axe. The roars were occasionally interrupted by excited laughter, which to Hawke's surprise gave everyone courage. The rest of the specialists stayed behind trying to distract the advancing enemy. The tactic was successful because the closer they were to the Breach, the fewer demons they encountered on their way. 

Suddenly there was a loud roar and two membranous wings appeared in the sky. The foul dragon descended, spitting its red breath at the fighters below. Somewhere behind her, Hawke heard the agonizing screams of dying soldiers along with the screeching sounds of demons dissolving into the air. She clenched her teeth. Flemeth had promised that the dragon would not be a problem. If the beast was still alive they had no chance of killing Corypheus. 

As if in response to her thoughts another roar pierced the area. The slightly higher tones made Marian plug her ears. 

- Sweet Maker, another one? - Varric wheezed. The red scales of the second beast timidly reflected the green glow coming from the Breach. But the dragon did not burn them with its fiery breath. It took Corypheus' pet as its target. 

- Flemeth. - whispered Hawke and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face. The witch kept her promise. The two beasts disappeared from their sight in a short time. 

- How did we get such an ally? - Dorian asked. 

- It's not important. We need to get to the center of the temple and fast. - Hawke growled and, clutching her twin daggers, moved forward. 

They were almost there. The last few steps led them to a square surrounded by the remains of the smoky walls. In its center stood Corypheus staring wildly into the sky. Beside him, three Grey Wardens held a spell binding the Inquisitor kneeling on the stones. His upraised left hand spat out a steady green beam feeding the ever-growing vortex in the sky. The agony painted on his deflated face squeezed Hawke's heart. He didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. His body was at its limit. 

The Corypheus turned slowly and a crooked smile appeared on his deformed face. 

- The next witnesses of my exaltation have arrived. - he said in his bass voice, which echoed through the ruins. At his words, the Inquisitor's head shook slightly and then turned towards the arriving group. Green eyes glinted in the pale light, betraying surprise. The bright face of the Champion was like a beacon of hope. Her blue eyes scowled seriously at the Inquisitor. The Herald's surprise and confusion turned to understanding. Hawke by some miracle knew what he wanted to do. A new portion of strength poured into his body. He craned his head hard while gazing at the sky. The green vortex had already grown to massive proportions. Just a moment more and Corypheus would use the orb. Just a little more. 

- You will be disappointed I'm afraid. - Hawke growled. - Because this time I will make sure you stay dead. 

At her words, Corypheus laughed throatily and his clawed hands rose slightly. The narrow passage they had used to get here was blocked by a red lyrium that had broken through the rocks. Hawke, along with Varric and Dorian, were cut off from the rest of the troops. 

The Champion clutched her twin daggers and charged with a roar. Corypheus, with a slight smile, folded his clawed fingers prepared to repel the attack but Hawke changed direction at the last moment, running towards the Grey Wardens. The mages were as if in a trance focusing on the Herald's binding spell. One of the twin blades sunk into the back of the nearest man, who let out a silent moan and slumped to the ground. The threads of light binding the Inquisitor's hands dimmed slightly. Seeing this, Corypheus growled in anger and his spell went out in his fingers. He corrected it and repeated the incantation. A sparking ball of purple energy hit him in the back, scattering another attempt. He turned abruptly. Adorned with a flirtatious mustache, Dorian's lips lifted in hooked satisfaction. He was already whirling his staff through the air, sending small fiery projectiles at the spawn. Somewhere to his right, several bolts smashed into the lyrium crystals covering Corypheus' body. Varric was just loading his crossbow preparing it for another round. Corypheus growled once more letting two beams of red energy out of his fingers. The mage and dwarf did a quick dodge. 

Taking the opportunity Hawke whirled her daggers taking the lives of the remaining guards. This could hardly be called a fight as the puppet-like individuals offered no resistance. When the last one fell to the ground the binding spell stopped working. Threads of light released the wrists of the Inquisitor, who flopped onto the rocks in an effort to stay conscious. The green beam feeding the Breach went out. Hawke approached him briskly and crouched beside him. 

- Make him... - Herald wheezed. -...Make him use the orb. 

Marian only nodded and her blue eyes moved to Corypheus. 

- Your plan has failed! - she shouted. 

The darkspawn shifted his furious gaze to her. When he noticed that the Anchor spell had been broken his fury turned to pure rage. Another spell bloomed in his fingers. Hawke gracefully dodged the deadly beam. 

For a while, all three played cat and mouse with their opponent. They knew they could not defeat him, so they staggered, weakening him with each passing moment. Ayden watched the entire spectacle from behind half-closed eyelids. He did not even have the strength to get up from his knees. Suddenly, driven by rage, Corypheus reached behind the hem of his torn robes. A dark spherical object appeared in his clawed long fingers. 

Seeing this, Hawke glanced quickly at the Inquisitor. His green eyes became more focused and using the last of his strength he began to lift himself uncertainly from the ground. The Coryphaeus pointed an artifact at him, which flashed red. The Anchor in the Inquisitor's left hand responded one last time. Ayden gritted his teeth and extended his fingers towards the orb. A green ray wrapped around it making the Coryphaeus growl in pain. However, he did not let go of the object. Step by step Ayden reduced the distance between them. Hawke, Varric, and Dorian moved away, unsure of what would happen next. 

-You have been too long in this world. - Herald said throatily, taking one hesitant step. - Your terror ends today. - another step followed. - All the lives you have taken. - and another. - All the dreams you have dashed. - and another. - This is the response of all of Thedas to your desire to become a God. 

Ayden was already right next to Corypheus. Anger had been replaced by fear on the darkspawn's deformed face and his weakened knees met the black rocks. Ayden towered over him pushing the spell harder and harder. He grasped the wrist of the clawed hand that clutched the artifact and raised it to the sky. The green vortex was pulsed with bright light. 

- Your journey ends here. - Ayden hissed and directed all his will toward the Anchor. Magic flowed through his fingers and, focusing in an orb, shot toward the Breach. A blinding light covered the area. Hawke closed her eyes, shielding them with her arm. Time seemed to stand still and after a moment her ears were filled with a deafening rumble, after which an invisible force pushed her against the ruined walls of the temple. Her back hit it hard and the air escaped from her lungs. A few small pieces of debris fell on her but they did not cause any serious damage. When the dust settled, it became eerily quiet. Somewhere at the foot of the temple, she could hear a chorus of cheering voices. She shook her head in an effort to drown out the quiet ringing in her ears. She stood up slowly and looked up into the sky. The huge vortex of emptiness had vanished leaving behind a small sparking scar. 

-It worked. - she heard Dorian's uncertain voice behind her. - On Andraste's panties, it worked! - he shouted a second time. 

- I'll be damned. - Varric added with satisfaction. - We stopped the end of the world. No one will believe me. 

Hawke smiled slightly, still staring at the sky. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the square. Her blue eyes searched for the copper head. After a moment she froze and the joy on her face turned to horror. She caught sight of him behind a group of rocks. He was lying on the ground, his lifeless body covered by a layer of dust. 

- No. - she whispered. - No, no, no. - she added a little louder running towards him. 

Varric and Dorian shifted their gaze to her side. 

Marian knelt by the Inquisitor's body and turned him onto his back. His head twisted inertly to the side. The pale, almost chalky face resembled a statue. She put her ear to his face. Maker, she heard no breathing. In a last desperate gesture, she pressed her fingers to his neck. The pulse was undetectable. She grabbed his cheek, which turned out to be stone cold. 

- No. - she said once again stroking the still face. - Please, Maker... - despair surged like a tidal wave into her soul. - Ayden, wake up, I beg you. - she said desperately, as if unable to accept what she had learned. - Wake up! Open your damn eyes! - her desperate voice squeezed Varric's heart. - Ayden I love you, you hear me?! I love you! - she screamed and her fingers tightened on his shirt. She folded her head on his still chest sobbing desperately. Her salty tears soaked into the dusty material. Despite her pleas, the Inquisitor did not respond in any way. The spirit had already left his body. 

-Sweet Maker, it's not the end yet? - Dorian suddenly spoke nervously and tightened his fingers on his staff. Hawke raised her eyes. Right beside her stood a luminous figure. The Champion jumped back and, in an acquired reflex, drew her daggers. The figure turned its head slightly and knelt over the Inquisitor's body. Its bright hands clung to the still chest. 

- Get away from him, demon! - growled Marian in anger. 

The figure straightened up without a word and took a few steps back. Suddenly, a strong shudder shook the Inquisitor's body, and his motionless lungs filled with hard caught air. Hawke shifted her blue gaze to him and the daggers she held fell to the ground with a clang. She knelt by Herald's side, looking at him with hopeful eyes. When his breathing calmed a little, he slowly opened his eyelids. The spring green of his gaze squeezed Marian's throat. He turned his head slightly smiling weakly. Hawke grabbed his neck and hugged him tightly. He didn't have the strength to reciprocate the embrace. A dull pain filled every fiber of his body. 

Hawke lifted her gaze slightly, staring at the luminous figure. 

- Who are you? - she asked quietly. The phantom turned its head and though its face blended into one image, Marian could have sworn it was smiling. Before the ghost vanished into thin air like billowing smoke, she saw a flash of honey-colored eyes. When she blinked, the ghost was gone. Initially somewhat dazed she was quickly pulled back to the ground by a quiet moan. Once again she hugged the Inquisitor and stroking his copper hair rocked him like a small child. After a moment she looked into his piercing green eyes and suppressed the sob that was rising in her throat. 

-I love you. - she whispered. Ayden smiled. 

-I love you, too. - he said quietly. 

Her cherry lips pressed against his, placing a soft brief kiss. 

- What do we do with this? - Dorian asked suddenly. Ayden looked in his direction and made an attempt to lift himself off the ground. Hawke helped him to sit up but he was so weak that he could not even hold his head, which eventually rested against her chest. He glanced quickly at the bodies of the Grey Wardens. None of them seemed to have risen from the dead which meant that Corypheus had indeed been killed. 

-Burn him. - he muttered. Dorian needed no further encouragement. He put his hands together in a sign and a circle filled with symbols appeared under Corypheus' body. After a moment, flames shot out from each symbol, covering the entire body. In no time all that was left of the torturer was a pile of ashes. Marian watched in silence as the flames consumed the corpse of her hated enemy. 

Ayden felt extremely tired and his eyelids became harder to open. The spell had drained him of all his energy. That he survived was a miracle. He turned his head slightly and closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles. His body desperately needed rest. Hawke twitched with concern but, feeling his calm steady breathing she sighed with relief. She put her arms around him and, placing her chin on his coppery hair, hugged him again. 

-Thank you. - she whispered so quietly that it could only be a thought. 

-Hawke. - Varric, who was standing next to them, said. Marian lifted her head. She saw uncertainty in the dwarf's eyes. She wrinkled her forehead and her blue eyes told him to say what he was thinking. - The Inquisitor is alive and we are happy about that, but... Can we afford to ignore the strange spirit that breathed air into his lungs? We don't know what it was and what consequences it might have. 

Marian placed her chin on the Inquisitor's head again. She silently tightened her fingers on his shirt. The memory of honey's gaze made her smile slightly. 

-There will be no consequences, Varric. - she hid her face in dusty copper hair and closed her eyes slightly. - Trust me. - she added after a moment. 

The dwarf only sighed in understanding. 

For the first time in a very long time, Hawke could think about building her life anew, and that prospect filled her with sincere hope. 

The End