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Chapter One: Once Upon A Time

It was a soft night. The kind of night where one opened the shutters on windows to let in the slight ever changing breeze. The type of night where one lay in the soft grass and just enjoyed. It was cool, but not overly so, and clear enough that the stars hanging in the sky were perfectly visible and like illuminated diamonds hanging so low it was like you could pick them. However, the world was quiet, as if waiting, holding its breath for something. Houses shuttered tight, towns and cities were eerily silent. Everyone was watching, waiting.

All eyes were on a temple, one that was a hive of activity but not with people enjoying the perfect night. Everyone was tense, all hard lines and harsher souls. A world at war, paused for the briefest of moments as a conclave had been called, a glimmer of hope for peace. Everyone waited to see if the Mages and Templars would settle themselves back to their rightful places in the world. A choice that would affect everything, as it already had. Many lay dead at the brutal hands of another; enemies and innocents alike, siblings and complete strangers. Swept up in the upset of Mages crying for freedom and Templars determined to wipe them out. Chantry leader Divine Justinia called for the conclave, a woman who hoped and gambled on peace. Concessions would have to be made, but surely it could be seen as progress?

Haven sat bustling with activity, thanks to it's closeness to the conclave. Even so, there was a guarded air to the bustle, a thing that spoke of one trusting of no other in the crowd. It was uneasy. Even within the rough walls and relative safety of Haven, people were on edge.
Then in the silence of that perfect night, there was an explosion. Leveling the Temple. Green light echoed across the sky and when it faded there was a hole marring the sky, a great green, and pulsing maw. Like a disease eating away flesh, it ate away at the sky. It was a hole to the Fade. Looking at the breach between world's was like peeking into the Fade; a broken, chaotic copy of the world it caused headaches and nausea. The explosion itself destroyed the Temple, those inside seemingly disintegrated, and those out had just enough time to react before heat and fire left corpses twisted in pain and fear. Life oh so easily snuffed out. Peace oh so easily shattered. A world thrust into chaos like it had never seen.
Below the hole was a rift, a glittering crystalline thing that shifted and shuttered without sound. A thing that pulled spirits from the Fade, warping them into demons that clawed their way forward, bent on destruction. The Breach opened more rifts as it pulsed and grew eating more of the sky. The rifts, smaller crystalline things, beacons between worlds, spewing spirits turned demons. It all worked to turn the real world into a broken thing like the Fade.

Days passed, the Mages and Templars were forgotten in the face of demons. Being close to the conclave was now a curse. Haven stood closest to it all and quickly become the place to try to fight back the demons. A seemingly useless endeavor. For every demon killed, two clawed out of the rifts to replace those that'd fallen. In those days after, Cassandra Pentaghast arrived. Luck saw her out on a mission; otherwise, she too would have been gone. As it was, she gave hope, she had experience in fighting, and organizing troops. Plus she was not alone. With her was a dwarf. A man, who for those who read, was easily recognizable. Varric Tethras. He wielded his strange crossbow with the best of soldiers. And soon a mage joined them. An elf, Solas, who knew much about the Fade. A blessing Cassandra did not turn away.

A small band of soldiers fought to the temple, to the rift at its center. It was calm here. Watching the huge rift's green crystalline structure shift and move silently was eerie. It looked as if it should make a noise like steel upon steel. Light flashed, the rift shuttered again parting for a second almost like a door opening. Swords were drawn, soldiers fearing this was some demon. Only instead of fighting, the closest man to fell to his knees, sword clattering to the ground, dropped and forgotten as he clasped his hands as if in prayer. A lady in shining light was visible for a second, then a person staggered out, the rift shifted again, the lady vanished, and the person fell forward unconscious.
The soldiers hesitated, watching the figure weary this was some trick. As if proving it, lightning visibly surged around the prone body. One soldier moved forward hesitantly. Long hair, black as spilt ink, fluttered across the ground in a sudden breeze, leaving one pointed ear visible. An elf. Half the face was covered in a mask. Dark lashes graced pale skin. Lightning surged again, an odd sort of white yet blue color. It didn't hurt the elf, but none of the soldiers wanted to test if it would hurt them.
"Go get Lady Cassandra." One stepped forward pointedly looking at another. He was the highest ranked soldier here, so the other nodded, turned, and ran down the path that led to Haven where Cassandra was currently at, organizing the troops.

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Solas stood close by watching as Cassandra made plans. Her attention was drawn away by the arrival of a soldier, the poor soul babbling something about a person at the Temple. She seemed confused by it but deemed it important enough to check out. Solas followed curiously. Until now he had been unable to get close to the Breach, now there was a chance to see it up close. A daunting thing to do, but something Solas needed. The trek from Haven to the Temple wasn't a long one, particularly easy and quick when demons weren't swarming the paths. What awaited them wasn't what Solas expected. Laying face down, mere feet from the rift, was a person. A stranger, not one of their soldiers. The soldiers looked uneasy, and it was quickly apparent why when Solas witnessed the strange surging lightning.
"What's going on?" Cassandra moved closer to the figure, but she too was weary of the lightning.
"Stumbled out of the rift..." "Shinning lady behind 'em." "A blessing from the Maker." Several voices answered with different parts of a similar story. Finally, Solas moved forward; he was a healer. He knelt by the prone figure, noting pointed ear like the soldiers had. It was impossible to tell what gender the elf was, but basing assumption off the long hair, Solas tentatively thought they were a she. In any case, she was a mystery her armor was mottled colors; dark browns, dark greens, grays, and dark blues. The mask that covered half her face matched and seemed to be part of the top she wore, as it flowed into the high collar. She was a small and slight thing, even for an elf. When Solas moved to roll her onto her side, the lightning surged almost protectively clashing and crashing along her body, a warning to stay away. Solas held his hand out over her, hovering just above the crackling lightning. He soothed it with his own magic. Light blue in color, soothing to watch. The lightning seemed to part, fleeing the blue light as he reached down, grimacing when his hand made contact with the lightly armored shoulder as if it hurt. He rolled her over and yanked his hand away. For a second, one could see seared flesh, white lines creeping up his arm like lightning, before it smoothed over and was gone, healed. Rolling her onto her back did little, but did reveal her right hand, crippled as it was, and with it a mark. A mark that matched the hole in the sky, only smaller, like a bit of the breach clung to her hand, poisoning her. The flesh around it was red swollen slightly, green lines traced out following the pathways of her veins.
"What is that?" Cassandra's voice seemed to echo. Solas stared at the mark for several moments.
"I do not know." His voice was easy soft betraying none of his thoughts.
"Let's get them back to Haven. Little we can do until they awaken." Someone brought a stretcher forward setting it beside the prone woman. Solas took a deep breath, and with a blue light coating his hands and arms, he lifted the prone figure up quickly depositing her onto the stretcher. This time there was a smell of burnt flesh that had nothing to do with the twisted corpses outside the ruined temple walls. The lines of lightning on his skin lasted longer, but cool healing blue light soothed the wounds until they were no more.
"Whatever protects her is strong. My magic quietens it but does not stop it. Leave her alone until she awakens perhaps then the lightning will stop." Solas straighten watching as two soldiers grabbed the stretcher seemed they were safe from her lightning. The trip back to Haven was a quick as the trip to the Temple. Word spread fast, twisted faster. It went from she was Maker sent to she was the one behind the explosion. It was no surprise when Cassandra ordered her into the dungeon. Solas followed, keen on keeping the woman alive.

Chapter Two: Marked, More Than Skin Deep


Solas made a face when he saw the dungeons. It was little used, dirty, dusty, and cobwebs clung in corners. It smelled of must, mold, and damp. He demanded that the cell she was put in at least be cleaned. Cassandra had grumbled but complied with his wishes. Solas kept careful watch over the woman. The mark was a thing of worry eating away at her hand. Two days passed, demons still entered the world, but the massive rift did not spawn more. Solas stayed with the elf, who he secretly called Mara. In was odd knowing nothing about her. Sometimes in the dim light and silence of the cell, he imagined what her life had been.

A gasp brought Solas from his thoughts he turned to Mara, who still lay on the stretcher. Her eyes were open, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling. They were odd in color black beyond the pupil with gray around the edges. The colors seemed to swirl together, warring to be the dominant one.

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For a moment it was still the Fade. Oddly silent with a wind that always blew. Everything was black and broken, illuminated by eerie green light. The only sound being that of some creature not remembered scuttling after, hissing and spitting as it did. Sounds that would always be recognized. Sounds that would forevermore cause a shutter.

Slowly senses returned, the real world formed. Eyes focused on the rough ceiling above. Senses focused on the feel of coarse cloth underneath a hand, the smell of must and mold, and the sounds of someone moving nearby. Head turned sharp eyes found Solas; body instantly went taunt ready to attack. Solas held his hands out in peace, showing he was not armed, was not a danger.

Slowly Solas edged to the door not wanting to startle the woman any more than he already had. Carefully he left the cell; he wanted to talk to her, but knew Cassandra would be angry if he did not inform her that Mara... the prisoner was awake. He could not afford to call her his chosen name in front of others accidentally. They would question him thinking he knew her they would look more closely at him and he did not need that. A guard locked the cell door as Solas moved by, there were four in the room keeping a watchful eye. He made his way out of the dungeon.


A groan, a stretch, sitting up, everything ached. A dull ache, but one that went down to the bone. Left hand brushed hair back, coming away with dirt on it. Dust and ash clung in long black hair, causing tangles. More was smudged across the visible part of a pretty face.

The mark flared casting green light across the cell giving sharp lines to the stones, and all eyes fall upon it. Not a sound was made as fingers quested over it they ran across the hole like it was not, in fact, a hole. The door crashing open, startled everyone.

Cassandra could easily be described as pretty, perhaps even beautiful and, if she were not so intimidating, people might have told her that. As it was, she was intimidating the way she moved screamed aggression. She had sun-kissed skin, not too dark like she has seen quite a few travels. She was in armor, heavy, yet with enough freedom to move in a fight. Practical, like she had it made for her style. It was impossible to say how long her ebony hair was, as the back of it was braided around her head in a way that made one think of a halo, and the front kept short and neat. She had a scar on her cheek, sunken, like from a stab wound. This woman was a warrior, through and through. She walked into the dim dungeon stopping in front of the cell that held the prisoner, one hand resting on the sword at her hip. Cold brown eyes did a head to toe look. No one had been able to get information on the elf, and they had not been able to search them due to the lightning. Cassandra made the same assumption Solas had; this was a female. She sat there silently, head tipped back to study Cassandra's face. Legs stretched out in of her, right hand resting on a thigh while running fingers across the mark.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now? The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you." The elf looked confused tilting her head to the side a bit, but she said nothing. "Explain that." Cassandra gestured to the mark, the woman's eyes followed the gesture and regarded the spitting mark for a moment before turning back to Cassandra.

"I can't." Her voice was soft sounding, as androgynous as she looked, though the mask muffled it. Cassandra hit the bars which caused an echoing clang.

"What do you mean you can't?" Cassandra unlocked the door, the woman stood.

"I don't know what it is, or how I got it." Cassandra yanked the door open.

"Lies!" She snarled grabbing the elf's top and going to hit her. As soon as Cassandra touched the elf, lightning had sparked to life making her release the elf just as another woman pulled her away. The new woman wore armor that looked like robes with the hood pulled up though it didn't hide anything about her. She was shorter than Cassandra with fiery hair that fell a few inches past her ears.

"We need them, Cassandra." Cassandra snarled at the new lady, holding injured hand close to her body. "Get Solas." A guard stepped out returning moments later with another elf. Solas was short next to the humans, but average height for an elf. He was bald in simple traveling clothes. "Cassandra's hand needs attention." Solas dipped his head then turned to Cassandra taking her injured hand and healing the wound there. The redhead stood in front of the still open door and looked at the elf.

"Do you remember what happened? How this began?" She seemed gentler than Cassandra, sweeter, but that only served to make the prisoner suspicious of her.

"I came here to see about the conclave. I was at the temple." Here they paused and shook their head. "Then... running, things were chasing me, and... a woman." They looked down, away frustrated. Unable to remember anything more of time spent in the Fade.
"A woman?" The lady crossed her arms over her chest cold blue eyes regarded the elf.
"She reached out to me. I... I don't remember anything else." There was a hint of distress to the voice. Brows furrowed in thought.
"Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her to the rift. Solas, go with Leliana." Cassandra stepped forward, Leliana turned, regarded the other woman then left with a sharp nod. Solas glanced at Cassandra then turned silver-gray eyes to the prisoner. Cassandra had already attempted to assault her once, and he worried she'd do so again, but asking to stay would be suspicious, so he turned and left as well. Cassandra turned to the prisoner and gestured her forward.
"What did happen?" She stepped from the cell carefully avoiding Cassandra.
"It will be easier to show you." Cassandra turned and walked away glancing over her shoulder once; the prisoner was indeed following. Out of the dungeon, down a corridor, then up a set of stairs, they stepped into a large room. Columns decorated either side leaving it open in the middle, the ceiling was vaulted making the room feel even bigger than it was. This place was Chantry, a church of sorts. Cassandra walked to the large double doors her footsteps echoed around the room, the prisoner's steps were light her boots made to be silent. She moved with a peculiar grace every step measured and precise, yet it flowed as if natural like a tiger used to hunting alone. It gave her the air of an experienced warrior.
Cassandra pushed the door open and led the elf outside. Her hands came up to block the light from her eyes as it was daylight outside, and after the dim dungeon, it was blinding. A thin layer of snow covered the ground, and more fell from the sky. It muffled the world making everything seem less real. Eyes adjusted to the light they instantly went to the abnormality that pulsed green and sickly in the sky. Cassandra stared up at it as if mesmerized.
"We call it the Breach. It's a massive hole into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour. Below it is a rift. It's not the only such rift. Just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the conclave." Cassandra turned and looked at the elf.
"I don't understand... An explosion can do that?" She gestured towards the Breach.
"This one did. Unless we act, the Breach may grow until it swallows the world." There was a cracking noise that drew everyone attention to the Breach, green lightning arced across the sky vanishing into the hole than with a flash of light it got bigger. At the same time, the mark on the elf's hand flared to life pulsing with the same green energy, with a scream she fell to her knees dimly aware of the crunch of snow underneath. It hurt, a hot pain that traveled down to the bone and up the arm. Several seconds passed before the Breach, and with it, the mark calmed. With the sound of crunching snow head snapped up to find Cassandra on one knee nearby.
"Each time the Breach expands, your mark spreads... and it is killing you. It may be the key to stopping this, but there isn't much time." Cassandra looked at the mark the elf was missing her thumb and didn't seem to use it much. Was that because of the mark or something else?
"You say it may be the key... to doing what?" She massaged her hand easing the pain. Even without the mark, the thing hurt, muscles too damaged to work properly. The injury had been beyond any healers ability.
"Closing the Breach. Whether that's possible is something we shall discover shortly. It is our only chance, however. And yours." One eyebrow rose. Was there really a choice? It seemed it was; help them or die and dying wouldn't likely be from the mark.
"You think I did this? To myself?" The elf stood up with a look around the area people had stopped whatever they were doing to watch them, and most were giving the elf dark looks.
"Not intentionally. Something clearly went wrong." Cassandra stood with a cold, disinterested air.
"I didn't do this." The elf hissed almost to low to hear, but Cassandra did.
"Someone did, and you are our only suspect. You wish to prove your innocence? This is the only way." The elf grabbed her hair, twisted it once, then tucked it into the back of her mask.
"Ah, lead the way then." Cassandra nodded and turned moving through town everyone glared as they walked by.
"They have already decided your guilt. They need it. The people of Haven mourn most holy, Divine Justinia, head of the Chantry. The conclave was hers. It was a chance for peace between Mages and Templars. She brought their leaders together. Now, they are dead." As Cassandra talked, they moved through town to a gate that some soldiers pushed open for them. It led out onto a bridge. "We lash out, like the sky. We must think beyond ourselves. As she did. Until the Breach is sealed." She stopped suddenly and looked at the elf. "There will be a trial. I can promise no more." The elf blinked jarred by the sudden change of subject.
"Will it really be a fair trial?" Everyone had already decided the elf was guilty, and just on the fact they were the only survivor.
"Come. It isn't far." Cassandra turned and headed across the bridge without answering the question.
"Where are you taking me?" The elf quickly followed, they could probably run away, but the mark was a thing of concern.
"Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the Breach." Across the bridge was another gate this one opened up to a dirt pathway. Soldiers had made rudimentary blockades along it and were hunkered behind them though there didn't seem to be any danger. Well beyond the occasional boulder that shot out of the Breach, but those were easy to avoid. The Breach flared with it the mark sending the elf to her knees again with a scream.
"Venhedis. (1)" She hissed angrily voice soft and pained. Cassandra didn't recognize the word but had the feeling it was a curse word. After a moment the elf got to her feet holding her right hand close to her chest.
"The pulses are coming faster now. The larger the Breach grows, the more rifts that open and the more demons we face." The elf moved forward again with gritted teeth, Cassandra glanced at her then continued down the path.
"How did I survive the blast?" Cassandra glanced over her shoulder, then turned away."They said you stepped out of the rift then fell unconscious. They say a woman was in the rift behind you. No one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I suppose you'll see soon enough." At the end of the path was another bridge with they quickly headed across. However, before they got to the other side, one of the boulders crashed down onto it, collapsing and sending it to the frozen river below. The elf curled around herself, protecting herself from getting hurt too badly on the rubble that fell with them she landed with a thud and skidded along the ice. Thankfully it held the weight of the collapsed bridge along with Cassandra and the elf. The elf rolled to her knees eyes traveling to a bubbling black pool, green light flashed around the edges, and a demon clawed its way into the world. The demon was a massive black thing that had no legs, so it glided along the ground, its claws looked deadly.
"Stay behind me!" Cassandra jumped to her feet pulling her sword from its scabbard which would have been good advice except for the fact that as Cassandra engaged the demon, another pool bubbled up behind her quickly giving life to another demon that was focused on the small elf. Left hand vanished under one of the tails of the top she wore coming out with a weird metal rod in her hand. A white gem sparkled from the top it vaguely looked like a mage's staff but was about half the size. With a snikt, a dagger flipped from the end lightning crackled along the staff if there was any doubt the elf was a mage before now it was no more. Lightning arched from the staff stunning the demon paralyzing it for a mere moment, but that moment was all the elf needed. Quick as the lightning she wielded, she darted forward dagger slitting the throat of the demon, black blood sprayed out then the thing collapsed into ash. She turned to the other demon just as Cassandra ran it through, it to turned to ash. Cassandra leveled her sword at the elf.
"Drop your weapon. Now!" The elf cleaned the dagger on her top not caring for the blood splattered across herself or the fact she was getting her armor even more bloody by wiping the blade on it.
"Demons just attacked us, seeing as how things are, more will probably do so. I need my weapon." Cassandra blinked, opened her mouth as if to say something then closed it and glared for a few moments and then sharply noded.
"It that a mage's staff?"Cassandra gestured to the metal rod, it wasn't like any staff she'd ever seen a mage use. In fact, she was pretty sure all staves were wood.
"Well I am a mage, and this is my staff." The elf replied as the dagger flipped shut. Cassandra had seen staves with daggers on the end, but none that folded as this did.
"Its smaller than most." The elf gave her a long look and Cassandra squirmed a bit realizing that what she said could have been taken in a bad way.
"One must adapt to one's circumstances, or one will fall." She gestured with her right hand. "I refuse to fall." Both of them carefully slid across the ice to a small path on the other side.
"What happened to your hand?" Cassandra asked as they walked glancing over her shoulder it was hard to gauge what emotion the elf was feeling when half her face was covered. What was the mask for?
"Warriors have a habit of trying to take mages hands." Cassandra blinked she knew this was true, warriors would cut a mages hand off. Generally, it got the mage out of the fight. Staves tended to be two-handed weapons.
The path led them to another battle with two more black demons. The elf was quick and brutal in her attacks, deadly efficient, never giving them a chance. Cassandra had never seen a mage fight like this elf did, she used her magic, but not to kill. She used it to stun, distract, or paralyze before cutting the enemy down with the dagger on her staff. They moved on quickly Cassandra wanting to get to the forward camp and the elf just wanting to get this over with. The next set of demons they came across there were three, two of the black things and one that looked like a green ghost and shot green magic at them from afar.
"I'll get the ghost thing." The elf twirled the staff as Cassandra turned to engage the two black demons. Cassandra could hear crackling and feel her hair stand from the lightning in the air then screeching that cut off as quickly as it'd started she risked a look to see the ghost gone, turned to ash. The elf danced around her cutting one of the demons down Cassandra turned to the other demon dodging its deadly claws then getting in close and slicing it open. Like all the others, it crumbled into ash. Cassandra led them to the stairs, fighting could be heard nearby.
"We are close to the rift." Cassandra ran up the stairs the elf followed easily. At the top, there was indeed fighting; troops, another mage, and a dwarf all fighting demons near a rift. Cassandra jumped into the fray there were several dozen large black demons and several green ghosts. The elf seemed to vanished though no one noticed. A soldier was falling back three black demons eagerly pressing the advantage until a small figure darted from nowhere, metal staff glinting in the light as they cut down one distracted demon. Lightning arced from a hand to the other two stunning them quickly the figure pressed the advantage, killing the two demons before vanishing again. The soldier stared at the shadows where the small person had disappeared for several moments before shaking himself and turning back to the fight thankful to still be alive. The last demon fell to a crossbow bolt. The elf stepped forward looking at the rift unsure what to do, but the other elf from earlier grabbed her right wrist and pushed her hand towards the rift, yanking his hand away as lightning had surged to life. Green light spilled from the mark connecting to the rift, it hurt, pain traveled up the arm and burned. She gasped but stayed in place until the light built, then with a crack, the rift snapped closed.

"El'ist. (2) Delltash. (3)" She hissed cradling her hand against her chest. "What did you do?" She glared at Solas.
"I did nothing. The credit is yours." He smiled easily. He had no vallaslin, face tattoo most elves had she hadn't noticed that before in the dungeon, but then again she didn't have one either.
"The mark did that." She gestured towards the empty space that had held the rift just moments ago. It looked perfectly normal now no evidence of the thing that spewed demons.
"Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark on your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in The Breach's wake- and it seems I was correct." He gave her another smile that only seemed to agitate her.
"Where is Leliana?" Cassandra had been checking on the soldiers, but now she moved towards them looking around as if the redhead was hiding somewhere.
"She went on to the forward camp. I stayed here to help fight the demons from the rift." Cassandra nodded then turned and regarded the hole in the sky.
"So her mark can close the Breach?" Solas clasped his hands in front of him.
"Possibly." He turned to the smaller elf. "It seems you hold the key to our salvation." He could practically hear her snarl at him from under the mask. He just thought she was adorable, even splattered in disgusting smelling black blood as she was. Some of her hair had escaped the back of her mask and fell around her face. It was darker than any hair he'd seen before, darker than the blood on her, unnatural like her eyes.
Good to know! Here I thought we'd be ass-deep in demons forever. The dwarf stepped forward, slinging a giant crossbow to its holster on his back. The damn thing was near as big as him. He was fairly tall for a dwarf, with blonde hair that was in a half tail at the back of his head. He had piercings, gold things that glinted in the light two in one ear one in the other, and a heavy gold chain necklace that only brought attention to his half unbuttoned shirt, and the thick golden chest hair that peeked out. He looked the elf over with a disarming smile. He wasn't wearing armor, in fact, he seemed to be in a red silk shirt with a leather duster thrown over it.
"Whose******are we talking about?" Cassandra scoffed at the question, the dwarf chuckled.
"Let's go with the tallest person you know. Their ass." Then he gestured to himself. "Varric Tethras; rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tag-along." He winked at Cassandra who just made a disgusted face at him.
"Are you with the Chantry or..." The elf looked around as if there was some other group Varric could be part of nearby.
"Technically I'm a prisoner, just like you." One dark brow rose at that, that was interesting information.
"I brought you here to tell your story to the Divine. Clearly, that is no longer necessary." Cassandra practically snarled. It didn't seem like she liked Varric very much.
Yet, here I am. Lucky for you, considering current events. Solas was standing next to the prisoner who was silently twirling her staff in her hand as she watched Varric and Cassandra.
It's good to meet you, Varric." She stopped twirling the staff glancing at Solas. "Like it?"
"You are a mage." It was both a question and a statement, she nodded. You may reconsider your stance on Varric, in time. She raised one eyebrow.
Aw, I'm sure we'll become great friends in the valley, Chuckles. Varric gave Solas a ****** eating grin.
Absolutely not. Your help is appreciated, Varric, but... Varric interrupted Cassandra.
Have you been in the valley lately Seeker? Your soldiers aren't in control anymore. You need me. Cassandra made a disgusted noise at him but didn't say anything more.
I am Solas, if there are to be introductions. I am pleased to see you still live. She turned back to him studying him for a long moment.
You healed me. I remember you were there when I woke up." Solas nodded with a smile.
"The mark was killing you I tried to heal you best as I could." She looked down at the mark.
"You know about the mark?" She looked back up at him meeting his eyes. It was actually a little daunting to meet her eerie eyes.
My travels have allowed me to learn much of the Fade, far beyond the experience of any circle mage. I came to offer whatever help I can give with the Breach. If it is not closed, we are all doomed, regardless of origins, If Cassandra was right about it swallowing the world, then yes, everyone was doomed.
That's a commendable attitude."
"Merely a sensible one, although sense appears to be in short supply right now." She chuckled softly then looked over the group, most of the soldiers had left.
"Well to introduce myself, I am Dar'banal'ras. You can call me Ras." Solas gave her a look, before turning away. It was nice to know a name, though Solas was confused by it.
Cassandra, you should know the magic here is unlike any I have seen. Your prisoner is a mage, but I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power.
Understood. We must get to the forward camp quickly. Cassandra nodded and walked away.
Well, Bianca's excited! Varric smiled and started to follow.
"Who is Bianca?" Ras asked curiously. The dwarf smiled and pulled the crossbow from his back.
"Bianca, darling say hi. He patted the huge contraption with a fond smile.


Translation:
1: Venhedis (Tevene)- no real translation is a swear word, I'm saying it means ******.
2: El'ist (My Language)- ******
3: Delltash (Elvhen)- no real translation possibly a curse, I'm using it as ******
Ras curses a lot in different languages.