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joiedecombat · 5 years

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HOW WELL YOU KNOW ME

This one also ran out of control, which was... probably to be expected, honestly. I am sorry I took so long, I swear I will try to get my other pending prompts out faster!

25: The smell of ozone during a storm.

“Tell me you’re not thinking of going back out there,” Theron said.

Lightning forked through the sky of Yavin 4, punctuating his words with timing he couldn’t have paid for. The flash of it lit the guilty embarrassment that crossed Maia's face as she glanced toward him, before she raised her eyebrows and did her best to school her expression into one of surprise.

Damn but the woman was easy to read.

“Of course I’m not.” The crack of a thunderclap almost drowned out her entirely predictable reply. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Theron cocked a dubious eyebrow. Sure, she’d shed her sodden and filthy outer robe, tugged off her muddy boots to wring the squelch out of her socks, and generally done a good impression of settling in to wait out the storm under the dubious shelter of the Republic backup comms tent. But he wasn’t a trained observer of people for nothing. He hadn’t missed the way her attention kept straying outward through the sheeting rain, past the encampment toward the jungle, as though her eyes were drawn to some objective a long way off.

Right now those eyes held his, wide and impossibly blue, a transparent attempt to convince him of her sincerity with eye contact alone. If he’d never met her before, it might have actually worked. As it was, Theron didn’t even have to say anything - he just waited, watching her expectantly, until she finally looked away with a lopsided smile.

Busted.

“All right,” Maia conceded, “maybe a little. But only thinking. I’m not foolhardy enough to try actually going out in--” she waved a hand toward the open mouth of the tent, “--that.”

Outside, rain hammered down on the Coalition base camp in curtains of water, muffling all sound beneath its white noise and making visibility at any distance more like a wish. The jungle beyond the camp was barely a suggestion of shapes through the haze.

Another strobe of lightning turned it all black and silver for a fraction of a second. “Good,” said Theron, absently starting a silent count. “It’d look pretty bad for the rest of us if we lost the star of the Jedi Order in the jungle. Again.”

Maia lifted her chin, mouth opening to retort only to close again as thunder boomed with the force of a detonation. Closer this time, Theron judged - the worst of the storm had yet to hit them. By the time the reverberations faded, she’d tucked the flash of indignation away.

“I made it back fine, didn’t I? Scourge and I just lost track of each other in the scuffle. It could happen to anyone.”

“Hmm.” It was probably some kind of character flaw that made him want to poke at that thin veneer of Jedi composure, to see the woman underneath show her face again. “‘Navigation sense of a blind mooka.’ I think that’s how Kimble put it.”

A flush of pink colored her cheeks. “Doc talks too much.”

Theron chose not to mention the rest of what Kimble had said after Scourge came out of the jungle without her, or how close he’d come to punching her medic in the face before Satele had arrived to lay down the law. He suspected Maia wouldn’t take his side, and that was a discussion he really didn’t feel like having with her right now. Or in general, to be honest.

The rational part of him knew he wasn’t being entirely fair. From Korriban to Rishi he’d heard Kimble lapse into alarmed swearing over the comms - a sure signal that Maia had yet again launched herself into danger without waiting for her backup - too many times to doubt how much the other man cared about keeping her in one piece. Theron still half wanted to punch the guy. The idea of listening to Maia patiently tell him that Doc was right, she could take care of herself and sending out a search party with a storm looming dark on the horizon would only have risked making more victims in need of rescue, prickled under his skin like an itch he couldn’t reach.

So Theron kept his mouth shut and let the drumming of rain on the tent’s durasilk canopy fill the silence.

Silence didn’t seem to bother Maia; she wore it comfortably, never compelled to talk just to fill the void. Pretending to occupy himself with studying a readout on his datapad, Theron watched her sidelong as she undid the band holding her hair and shook it out of its half-collapsed knot. The rain-wet mass of it spilled down her back, dark and heavy and longer than he'd expected. With a strange little jolt, he realized he’d never seen her with it down before.

Why it should even matter, he had no idea, but suddenly the space inside the tent felt very close. The driving rain rendered the rest of the camp hushed and distant, creating an illusion of privacy - as though it were only the two of them on the whole jungle moon. As Maia worked at combing her hair into some kind of order with her fingers, Theron caught himself holding his breath.

She’s a Jedi, he told himself. Get a grip already.

Not that she looked like much of a Jedi at the moment, perched on the edge of an equipment trunk with her feet bare and straggling wisps of damp hair sticking to her face. The picture she made couldn’t have been further from the figure that strode out of the jungle in the midst of the downpour, covered in mud and worse than mud, her head held high. With steam hissing off her lightsabers and refracting the blades’ glow around her in a corona of blue and violet, she’d looked more mythical than real - like something sprung fully-formed from the point where lightning struck the ground, bright enough to burn anyone who dared come too close.

Which was way too fanciful a thought for Theron Shan, and hard to reconcile with the very real flesh and blood of the woman who was currently biting her lip as she tried to worry loose a stubborn tangle with her fingertips. And just how she could be this much of a mystery when everything she felt showed on her face for the world to read, Theron wasn't sure.

He never had been able to resist a mystery.

Maia finished bundling her hair up at the nape of her neck and secured the band back in place. From the way her shoulders dropped, he thought she might have sighed, but the sound of it was lost under the rainfall.

“To be honest…” She spoke softly, getting to her feet. “I’m not very good at waiting.”

He put aside the datapad he hadn’t been looking at as she padded across the tent and came up alongside him. “We’re on Revan’s timetable,” she said, once more gazing out through the rain towards the jungle. “I just… can’t help feeling like I should be doing something.”

The storm wind blew spatters of rain in through the open tent flap. Maia curled her arms around herself against the chill in the wet air; this time, Theron could hear the breath chuff out of her in a self-deprecating little laugh.

“Impatience is a bad quality for a Jedi.” She looked toward him with a hint of a smile playing over her mouth, eyes bright with the conspiratorial amusement of one sharing a private, secret joke. “I probably shouldn’t admit to it out loud.”

If either of them shifted even a little to the side, their arms would brush. The air felt charged, tingling against his skin, as though the slightest contact would send a spark jolting between them. Theron opted not to test the theory. “Maybe,” he said. “For what it’s worth, though, I know the feeling.”

Her lips curved, the hint of a smile warming as she studied his face with an expression akin to wonder, like he'd said something profound. “You do,” she murmured, voice almost lost under the rain. “Don't you?”

Theron opened his mouth to say - something, but the words didn't come. Reflected in her eyes he caught a glimpse of a silent understanding, a sense of being not just seen but known. Recognized. Your shortcomings are safe with me, it said. I won’t tell anyone.

Oh, he thought.

Lightning blazed blue-white and purple, sending a crackle of feedback through his implants; the explosion of thunder came only a heartbeat after. Theron hadn’t been aware of moving, but somehow the two of them stood face to face, unconsciously oriented toward one another and close enough to touch.

Alarms buzzed along his nerve endings: Danger! Danger! Abort!

Theron ignored them, distracted by a droplet of rain tracing a slow, glimmering track along the side of Maia's face. Curiosity was absolutely going to be the death of him, because this could not possibly end anywhere good and there were a million reasons he should be taking a step back, but none of that seemed as important just now as the memory of the way she’d kissed him in those last stolen moments before they’d pulled out of Rishi. He could practically still feel her mouth on his, soft and unexpected and careful of his split lip - the sigh that she’d breathed out as they parted feathering warm against his bruised skin.

If he kissed her right now, would she taste like lightning? Would her lips part against his, until the clean, sharp sweetness of the ozone-laced air after a storm raced over his tongue? If he buried his hands in the wet silk of her hair and bent his head to hers, suggested they steal away somewhere really private together to burn off their restless energy--

--most likely she’d remember who and what she was, and that would be an immediate end to that. But Theron couldn’t help wondering.

Couldn’t resist the impulse to reach out and brush the back of his finger over the curve of her cheek, catching the raindrop that hung suspended like a tear. Her chilled skin warmed to his touch, and Maia stood very still, the trace of a blush tinting her cheekbones. She didn’t speak. He couldn’t be entirely sure she even breathed - or maybe he was the one holding his breath again. Maybe they both were, in case the wrong move, the wrong word, the wrong sound would shatter the illusion and bring reality crashing back in.

Any second, he thought, uncurling his hand to let his fingertips graze down along the line of her jaw. Any second now, she’d pull back. She’d turn away to avoid his eyes as she made some flustered apology, trying to pull composure back around herself like a robe.

He skimmed his thumb across her chin, over the ridge of the little diagonal scar that he still hadn’t gotten the story of. Any second now one of them was going to have a sudden rush of sanity to the brain and it was almost certainly going to be Maia, because after all she was a Jedi and Jedi didn’t do attachments, and any second now she was going to remember that.

Maia’s head tipped back, tilting her face up toward him. Her lips parted as she drew in a quiet breath.

Any second now...

“Master Jedi.” The brisk voice sent them jerking apart like they’d touched the same live wire. Sergeant Rusk stood in the downpour outside the tent, with a waterproof poncho draped over his armor and rain dripping steadily from his craggy face.

“You’re needed at the command center,” he told Maia, stoically deadpan.

“--Ah,” said Maia, blushing hard enough to be visible from across the camp. “Of course.” She took a step in Rusk’s direction, realized she was barefoot, and hastily turned back to where she’d left her boots while Theron tried to decide who he wanted to shoot more, the Chagrian or himself. “I’m sorry. Give me just a moment.”

Under other circumstances, Theron probably would’ve enjoyed watching the truly priceless series of faces she made as she went through the unpleasant process of putting her damp socks back on so that she could shove her feet back into her boots. As it was, he occupied himself with feigning nonchalance and casually positioning himself just so at the opening of the tent, ensuring that Rusk couldn’t come under the shelter of the durasilk without physically pushing past him. By the time Maia had her boots on and was hurrying back across the tent to join the sergeant, he’d shrugged out of his jacket and had it in his hands.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her.

Maia looked at the jacket, then down at herself, before lifting her eyes back to his. “I’m already soaked, though.”

Huffing, Theron dropped the red leatheris unceremoniously over her head. “Just get going.”

She laughed and went, head ducked under the makeshift shield of his jacket as she darted out into the storm. Rusk nodded curtly and tromped after her. In moments the pair of them had receded into the haze of rainfall, splashing through the muck off towards the temp shelter that served as the Coalition’s command center.

Well, Theron thought. Shit.

He blew out a breath and shook himself a little in an effort to settle his jangling nerves, not that it helped much. Turning away, he moved to collect the datapad he’d set down, tapped out a quick command string.

By the time he’d satisfied himself that the tracer he’d dropped into his jacket pocket was reading properly, and that its directional signal could be routed to his ocular implant if he needed to, he had some of his equilibrium back. Another command sequence terminated the active homing program and set the tracer back into passive mode - a minor precaution, just in case.

There was, he thought, no sense in being excessive.

#swtor #shadow of revan #theron shan #theron shan x jedi knight #sensory prompts #oc: maia sunder #the adventures of jedi knight and disaster spy #good idea bad idea with theron shan #UST #fanfic #wittyblather #thank you for the prompt!!

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ceffythesquirrel · 5 years

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Post Apocalyptic Sander's Sides AU

Hello! This is inspired off of @sidespart amazing art of Logan and Robot!Roman. Check notes for navigation (Poor princey.) I'm sure @sidespart had a completely different idea when they were creating that art piece, so this is just my take. If they ever do anything more with that universe, just know that this is completely separate and...yeah. XD

Warnings: Lots of death mention (nothing graphic), minor character death, explosions, terrorist attacks, let me know if theres anything else!

Roman - Backstory

M29-Ro-man was created a couple years before the apocalypse by a robotics genius. The dude just took a bunch of parts from the scrap yard, cleaned them up, put him together, and programmed him to be Roman.

He was just sitting in his garage lifeless for the longest time because he was one of the few robots with emotions that existed and the creator didn't really want him stolen or known about yet. Also he was solar powered and any contact with the sun would bring him to life.

Decided to give him as a gift to a friend/Broadway star who needed a personal companion to rehearse lines with on a daily basis. Thus the robotics genius programmed Roman with everything a robot should probably not be programmed with. He had emotions, the ability to learn and gather information, and the ability to adapt through different situations and circumstances.

When the Broadway star received Roman he acted like a human with a metallic body and an off switch. He couldnt physically feel since he had no skin. The creator also mentioned to the Broadway star that he was a little too boisterous and wasnt sure how to fix it, but once meeting Roman, he didnt mind at all.

Roman instantly took to the theatre atmosphere. He was told what to do, how to help his human companion, and practice with him.

When Roman was not on duty, he was constantly watching Broadway show after Broadway show, acting them out on his own. He would always study the one his human was performing in to the T so he could help him get his lines accurate.

So they were both pretty good friends. Roman had never experienced that robots under humans rascism until way later. He experienced it when he got fitted for a prince outfit, because the Broadway star thought he'd like it, (which Roman very much did.)

Roman can also sword fight he found out. Not because he taught himself, but part of a fencing bot's mainframe was welded inside of him.

Roman believes all other robots are stupid after seeing none that act like him. He knew he was special and had a tendency to act like it.

It all changed when the first terrorist attack of WWIII happened. Of course it happened at Broadway. There was a bombing causing most of the building to collapse.

Lots of people died including his human Broadway star friend. But, Roman would never know what had happened to him. When the bomb exploded, the roof of the room he was in collapsed and debris switched Roman off rendering him useless for a couple of hours.

This is where he meets Logan.

Logan - Backstory

He was an average kid with an average family. He had no siblings and was often left to his own devices. Its not that he didn't try to make friends, its just he wasn't that good with social cues. Some say he may have been autistic, but no one knows for certain.

He has always loved robots growing up, and wanted to be someone who worked with robots. Unfortunately, the robot industry was already deep into the golden age and it was a very competitive field.

Giving up on that dream, he went with chemical engineering instead. He still had a heart for robots though, and would always watch them work whenever he could.

He was under the belief that robots should stay machines and not advance into anything else. So when he saw the world's first emotion robot he voted and protested against it with every fibre of his being.

He read the book "I am, Robot" (book about Robots taking over the world) so it makes sense why he didn't like the idea.

He graduated as valedictorian of his class and went on to become a theoretical chemist. Not what he had planned to do, but it was interesting nevertheless.

He was in a research group of 11 other scientists who were working to develop the world's first force field. It was when they succeeded that it all went to hell.

They were presenting their work at the world fair in New York when the bombing on broadway happened. It was utter chaos as other attacks ripped through the city and people ran for their lives.

Logan acted on impulse rushing people to safety while staying a safe distance with his colleagues, until an explosion split them apart.

Because one of the scientists had a feeling this was going to happen she made the other 11 make a plan b so their work wouldn't be stolen. Of the twelve, six split up the force field plans.

Logan was one of those six and was running with the three hard drives that contained all the equations for it. In his lab coat mind you, that he forgot would make him a target. So he was running from chopper fire and was able to hide behind a building and dive under rubble.

He had no idea where anyone was or if anyone was still alive since it seemed WI-Fi and internet was down all across the world. Even television was having problems.

He was shaking with fear as chaos continued to reign outside so he went further deep into the rubble to seek some sort of shelter if he could and wait out the storm.

He took a wrong step and fell a story into the exact room Roman was in.

He saw the unique looking robot, covered in debris and was more scared of it than anything. Maybe it was another trap or a bomb, but after it didnt move for awhile Logan's curiousity got the better of him and moved it out from under the pile and get a better look at it.

It was dressed like a prince, and had a sword. Some robot.

When Logan switched it on his life changed.

Hardship to Friendship

Basically the exchange went like this: Roman sprung to action with his sword. Logan shrieked and fell over from surprise. He was already scared of what was going on outside and this did not help. Roman called out Logan on his nerdy appearance and his so-called want to steal an amazing robot like him. "Over my dead body Isaac Snoopin'!" And Logan is just too terrified for any of this so he just faints.

Roman is more confused than anything, but the impact of a bomb over head tells him something is definitely wrong. His eyes widen as he remembers his human friend and is about to go find him, when the conscious he had developed told him he shouldn't leave the scientist behind no matter how much he wanted to. Especially if he was an enemy, and in sword fighting you never take your eyes off your enemy.

So he picked up Logan like a rag doll and began searching through the ruined structure for the stage.

It was a tragic scene when he got there however. No one was alive and he couldn't tell anyone apart it was that bad. Another bomb could be heard hitting the ground nearby. Roman had never felt this amount of sorrow before so he just kind of sat on the ground rocking with his knees to his chest with sadness not exactly sure how to process the emotion, since he couldn't cry.

Logan came around about an hour later and Roman was still repeatedly doing the same movements. When the prince-robot saw Logan begin to wake up he drew his sword at him.

"YOU DID THIS!" "Wh-what?! Me!?"

"Who else could have accomplished this feat but a scientist?! You murderer!" Logan began trying to explain that he's just one person and could never pull off something this massive.

As they argued, the ceiling of the room they were in began to collapse and they dove for cover in the nick of time.

Just cue the whole scene where they are running together for their lives through the crumbling hallways somewhat screaming, somewhat Roman yelling at Logan, and somewhat Logan getting frustrated at this almost human who is blaming him for the ruining of his theatre and death of his beloved friend. Logan was in the same predicament since he didnt know if anyone he knew was alive.

Logan does take it too far when he says "This is why your kind should never have emotions!"

Roman had a temper so he wasn't thinking when he took his sword and swiped it across Logan's face. Cue Roman realizing he is capable of hurting others and shrinking back. This is not the robot he wanted to be.

"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." Logan was more suprised that the sword had only nicked him in the cheek and not got him in the throat or anything.

The place they are in begins to collapse right after that too and Logan shoves Roman out of the way with a "You're forgiven!" when the floor begins to crumble underneath them.

The rest of it is just them talking/ introducing themselves with just a little more civility and trying to find a way out of the building. They finally do, but it caves in. Roman helps push with Logan and finds out he is soooooo much stronger than a regular human. He clears the way so easily that Logan's actually jealous of the robot.

So now they are running through the city above ground away from the commotion and start their journey as fugitives in an apocalyptic world. Logan doesn't know why Roman is sticking with him and frankly Roman doesn't either, but the robot has no other place to go. Also Logan is a scientist and Roman is still suspicious that he wants to take him apart and study him. Which isn't completely wrong but Logan is more preoccupied with running for his life right now.

They first run to Logan's apartment a couple blocks down while the chaos is still happening around them. He grabs items from his house like he's evacuating and changes from his lab coat into more casual clothes, still keeping the hard drives with him.

Logan and Roman barely escape from the place before a bomb destroys the complex behind them. Logan gets tired quickly as they run through the traffic, since he didnt really work out. So Roman just picks him and his bags up with ease and sprints off with the speed of two cheetahs combined.

That was the story of how the two unlikely friends met. Logan eventually tries to contact his other colleagues only to find out that only three of them were left, not including himself. Each of them held a piece to the force field, but the blueprints of the actual structure were lost somewhere. Roman and Logan had parted ways for a little while so Logan could go meet up with the other scientists, but found out it was a trap just to get the three hard drives he had. His other colleagues were dead when he got there.

Roman had went to find his orginal creator, but there was no sign of him anywhere. So he returned to Logan and busted him out of the trap and they went on the run again.

From there on, the duo became inseparable even if they did seem like they were at odds half the time. They were soon joined by others who found sanctity and friendship within their tribe of misfits.

Emile Picani: The Ex Vice President of the fallen United States that everyone loved more than the actual president. He had signed a secret deal with the illuminati but when New York got attacked he said "Screw it" and ran.

Virgil: A 21-year-old boy with unexplainable psychic powers the government had locked up for experimentation. He's a techie and is good at technology and hacking stuff.

Patton: An alien disguised as a human who might have accidently contributed to Virgil's psychic powers. He loves everything about Earth, except the violence and bad stuff.

Remy: A defective clone who knew he was more than just a science experiment.

Nathaniel: An ex-security officer who just wants to survive the apocalypse and the people he's with sure seem to know what they are doing.

Thomas: An old friend of Logan's with the safe house they all camp out at sometimes. He is the one with all the money and supplies they need to stock up on.

There is so much more I could do for this AU. If you want me to do Patton and Virgil's meeting or backstories let me know. I'm sorry this got so long. I just love this AU now. Again credit to the artist who made that amazing piece sidespart and hope you all enjoy!

#logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #platonic logince #thatsthat24 #long post #tw death #tw lots of death #terrorist attacks #explosions #no deceit #for right now at least #we shall see

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ahrorha · 7 years

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Flame of Winter

Chapter 8

The sun shone lazily into the valley of Haven that morning. The snowfields glittered as if they were made out of precious gems. Basking in the sunlight, the Chantry was packed with people for the morning sermon. With the templars joining their ranks, the Heralds claims he was sent by Andraste and the Inquisitions successes, faith had strengthened in its followers. The other healers had asked Eirlana to join them, but she had declined politely. She felt nothing for the Chantry and could already imagine what would be said. That Andraste had guided them here to stand together at this dark hour. That Andraste would protect them and blessed them when they would attempt to close the Breach today. That they were on a righteous path.

Righteous? Eirlana pondered on the word. How many injustices had been committed in its name in the past? She had seen countless cruelties committed under the flag of the Chantry while exploring the Fade. Yet none of these made its way into the history books she had read with Solas. And if the treatment of the templars joining the Inquisition was an indication, history would repeat itself once again. Solas was right, they had to be careful for they both were apostates and elves, or Elvhen as Solas would call himself. Unknowingly a smile spread across her lips as she thought of him. .

The sermon had finished, and Ryan approached her accompanied by Mother Giselle of the Chantry.

Mother Giselle smiled at her kindly. “Good day. How are the injured?” That smile often unsettled Eirlana as if the woman pitied her. “They are recovering.” “Thank you for all your hard work. The Maker has blessed you with a kind heart.” Eirlana frowned. “Your Maker has no say in it. I decide my own actions.” There was that smile again. “Of course, but the Maker watches over all his children.” Mother Giselle bowed her goodbyes and proceeded to give the wounded her blessings. “You don't believe in the Maker, do you?” Eirlana studied Ryan for a while before she answered. Even as she accompanied him on a regular basis now, they hadn't spoken much. “That is correct. I don't believe in your Maker.” “Why?” Ryan looked dumbfounded at her. “Why? I have never felt the need to seek out a greater power, and I don't agree with what the Chantry preaches. Your Maker believes I should be pitied because I am an elf and that I am cursed with the gift of magic.” Eirlana flushed a little, to speak her opinion openly was still odd to her. Ryan looked disappointed and shook his head. “The Maker offers so much more. What do you believe in otherwise, those elven gods?” “No, I have never felt anything that would justify the existence of any god. I believe that in histories past there were people with great power. It's the people who flock to them who are starting to believe. Faith changes things, it can turn farmers into great warriors, topple governments. It is something you should be aware of. History teaches us that every movement, how righteous their goals may be, has a downside if it grows too powerful. I am here to help with the Breach, I am not here to adopt your views.” Solas couldn't help but smile at her answer. He had seen them talk after he returned from his morning walk. He had approached them carefully, listening in on their conversation, Ryan looked disgruntled. “You spent too much time with Solas.” “Oh, is that so?” Turning around Ryan saw Solas walk past him towards Eirlana giving her a bundle of elfroot. “Good morning Lethallan. I was able to gather these during my walk.” Solas turned back towards Ryan. “Herald.” “What about you Solas? Do you believe in anything? It is evident you don't respect the Maker.” “I believe in cause and effect. Wisdom as its own reward. The inherent right of all free willed people to exist.” “So you also don't believe in the existence of gods.” “You are mistaken. I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter.” Eirlana looked surprised at Solas, she didn't expect him to believe in such entities as gods. “But I do not think any of them were gods.” Solas continued. “Unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more gods felt the same.” “Following the Maker offers guidance, shelter, hope, a richer way of life, even for you.” “The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced back to people. I have yet to see the actions of a god.” Ryan shook his head, it was clear to him that he was getting nowhere. “I pray for you both you will find the Maker. That he may watch over you and guide you to his path.” “And I hope the prayer of the morning sermon has given you and the templars enough strength to close the Breach in the hours to come. We will need it.” “The Maker and Andraste will guide us to victory.” with that Ryan left them. . The Breach was directly above them, pulsating and swirling with power. Traces of its energy reached down towards a huge closed rift. It was located in the centre of the giant crater, where once the Temple of Sacred Ashes stood. You could feel its magic crackling in the air. The templars were nervous being in a place that was soaked with magical energies. Eirlana stared up at the Breach. This was the first time she saw it so close. She felt a pull of energy as if she was falling up into the sky towards the opening. It felt strange and yet somehow familiar, like when she was in the Fade in her dreams. Her pulse quickened, and a comfortable tingly feeling spread through her. A hand reached out to her pulling her back. A little shaken Eirlana could pull her eyes free. Solas hand lay on her shoulder. He seemed pleased, his eyes twinkling, smiling at her as if he knew what she had just experienced. “Concentrate on the Ryan during the attempt. You will be the first one to notice if his body can't handle it. Pour everything you have into the mark, strengthen it, strengthen Ryan. If we are unsuccessful, there might not be a third chance.” Eirlana nodded and took her place a little to the side of the many templars that had gathered. Solas instructed Ryan and the templars what to do. The mark being so close to the rift was pulsating in Ryan's hand. Eirlana gathered her magic and extended her senses, concentrating on him and the mark. She could feel its pull on the Veil, its energy resonating in harmony with it. 'Where had it come from?' she wondered. It fitted almost too perfect in the fabrics that formed the Veil. They began, the templars suppressive power cleaved a path for Ryan. With effort, he approached the rift and activated the mark. Its power began to stabilise the rift. Solas and Eirlana both poured their magical energies into Ryan and the mark. For a moment nothing happened. Suddenly the rift reacted, a chain-reaction rippled through the Veil up into the Breach. With a big explosion, they both collapsed. A shock wave hurled everyone backwards to the ground. Groans were heard all around as people stood up. It had worked, they had succeeded. The Breach was closed. You could still see the edges outlined by thick dust clouds and the sky looked scared, but it was closed. Cheers broke out all around. Solas leant heavily on his staff, he felt drained. He had given everything he had to the Anchor. Whatever control he still had over it, he had used. Now he had to enter the Fade to make sure the Breach would remain closed for the time being. . A storm was forecast to hit Haven that night. They stored extra supplies and tents in the Chantry. Just in case that the village needed to seek shelter. The expected severe weather didn't temper the exhilaration of the residents. Everyone was too happy they succeeded in closing the Breach. People everywhere were laughing, singing, drinking and dancing. Eirlana found it strange, not that she was not relieved. With the Breach closed both the spirits and the people would be safer. It was just the whole situation was unfamiliar to her. Exhausted from using her powers and the commotion around her, she scanned the crowds. She spotted Solas at their cottage with Varric and Iron Bull. He smiled politely as they left him. He seemed troubled by something as he went inside their hut. She wondered why he always looked so lonely, even today among all the happy faces. That smile was a mask, one of the many he carried. He showed the world only that what he chose to. He was polite and friendly to most people but kept them at a safe distance. As if he was tolerating their company rather than welcoming it. Somehow he made an exception for her, as she did for him. Never had she been so comfortable around another person in her life. Even with her limited experience with other people, she knew he was different. She had seen glimpses of his true self, aside from being thoughtful and caring he was fierce, impulsive and curious. Maybe with the Breach closed, he could relax more. Their friends in the Fade would be safer for now. . Inside the cottage, Solas was deep in thought. With the Breach closed the immediate threat was over. He needed to refocus now on his original goal, retrieving his orb and trying to unlock its power. He had expected to find it after the explosion of the temple together with the corpse of the would be god Corypheus. As of yet neither he nor his agents had found any trace of the creature or his orb. That the Venatori were on the move meant Corypheus could be still alive and directing them. If he was alive, he could be found. The question was what would be the wisest course to take. Retrieving his orb was of utmost importance. By now his agents had successfully infiltrated the Inquisition. He had access to their information, the actions they would take. The Anchor was stable for the moment, he could always come back and attempt to retrieve it once he had his orb. For now, he needed to leave even if it was only for a short while to rearrange his plans. The objective hadn't changed just the path towards it. With everyone distracted, tonight would be the ideal moment to slip away. Quickly he packed his belongings before someone would notice his intentions. As he rummaged through the small cottage, he stopped in his tracks. He slowly picked up the comb he had bought for Eirlana only a couple of months ago. His fingers traced the carved flowers. What should he do with her? . Stepping outside he quickly spotted her. Varric was talking to her and gave her something. She looked in his direction and walked towards him. What about her? It would be better to leave her here. It would be kinder. She had a life here now, made friends. She would be protected, safe. The path he needed to walk she couldn't follow. Aside from the fact that it would be dangerous, it would destroy the world she knew. It would ruin the life she had just begun. How would she react if she would learn of his plans? What would she think? It made him nervous. What would she do if she learned who he really was? Would she be afraid, despise him for what he had done, for what he planned? Or worse, would she worship him as the others did in his past? A chill ran through his body at that thought. He closed his eyes and shook his head. It shouldn't matter, his path was set. “Solas?” Opening his eyes, he stared at her intensely. For a moment she looked worried. “Are you not well? Did you get hurt when the Breach closed?” “On the contrary, I am relieved it is closed.” Eirlana looked down avoiding his staring eyes. He was making her nervous. Fumbling for words her eyes fell on the cup she held. “Here. According to Varric, you needed a drink.” She raised the cup slightly for him to take. Solas reached out for it, his fingers brushed lightly against hers. Eirlana startled by this sudden touch and looked back at his eyes. Her breath hitched as he continued. Slowly his fingers moved gently between hers, tracing them, brushing her hand. “It shouldn't matter.” he whispered. Not breaking eye contact he stepped closer. Eirlana stood frozen, what was happening. He was so close she could feel his body warmth. It was both welcoming and terrifying. His hand travelled further up her arm towards the back of her neck. He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward. His fingers tangling in her silky hair, he pushed her head gently against his. Their foreheads touched. Not realising she was holding it, Eirlana took a deep breath. His warmth and scent entered her body, the smell of vanilla, old books and tombs, candles and traces of magic. It had become familiar to her. She raised her free hand hesitantly, tracing his shoulders. Mimicking him her fingers spread out over the smooth surface at the back of his head. Now it was Solas' turn to inhale deeply, the scent of healing herbs, wild flowers, paper and traces of magic prickled his senses. Basking in each other's presence, the world slowly disappeared around them, the music and celebrations forgotten. . Cullen walked towards the cottage. He felt rather well that evening. Today he had no headaches and with the Breach closed he was in a good mood. He hadn't spoken to Eirlana yet, and he wondered if he could persuade her to take a stroll with him. With her distrust, he had to move slowly and tactful. 'I could help her.' Cullen thought. 'Overcome some of her fears. And she could help me overcome some of my own.' His feet stopped as he saw Eirlana and Solas embracing each other. 'There goes your chance, you idiot.' His lip curled up as he took another look. 'I have never seen them so relaxed, so at peace.' Shaking his head, he turned around. 'I need a drink.' He made his way back to the gates as a scout came running towards him. . Out of nowhere came the call of Cullen. “TO ARMS!! TO ARMS!! FORCES APPROACHING!!” The Chantry's bells sounded in alarm. Solas and Eirlana abruptly let go of each other. From over the mountains, hundreds and hundreds of torches were marching on the village. “This doesn't bode well.” Solas commented before diving into their cottage. He quickly grabbed his pack and their staves. “Here lethallan.” He handed her her staff, before running to the gates. They arrived as forces gathered to protect the village. Ryan talked to an exhausted Dorian. What was he doing here? The first enemies were already in sight when Solas felt his orb nearby. Bewildered he looked around until he spotted Corypheus up the mountain, directing his troops to march upon Haven. What was he doing here? How could he have survived? How could he have brought a whole army here without anyone noticing? “SOLAS!!” Solas broke his stare as Ryan yelled at him. “Now is NOT the time to panic! Go with the others, get the people to the Chantry. Protect them!” With that Ryan charged accompanied by Cassandra, Iron Bull, Blackwall and many soldiers to engage the enemy. Trebuchets fired rocks and flasks of burning oil into the advancing troops. People were screaming and fleeing in every direction as Eirlana flung an icebolt into a Venatori. Dorian joined them as they made their way to the Chantry. “Hello. We meet again. Although I wished it were under better circumstances.” he greeted them. He was clearly exhausted but kept up with them. They directed people towards the Chantry as they went. At the Chantry, several templars had set up a defensive wall, Varric and Sera standing behind them firing at every Venatori that tried to get close. They joined them as more and more forces got into the village, attacking and slaughtering everyone in their way. It didn't take long before the first buildings were on fire. They had come to destroy them. The first Venatori mage appeared, and a couple of templars activated their draining abilities. Eirlana who stood too close was hit and suddenly felt her connection to the Fade brutally severed, draining her completely. She screamed and sank to her knees, dizzy by the effects. “YOU MORONS!!” Solas yelled. “WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE!!” “SHIT!! EVERYONE DIRECT YOUR EFFORTS TO THE FRONT!!” a templar bellowed. Dorian helped Eirlana to her feet. “Here.” he pushed a lyrium potion in her hands before unleashing another lightning strike at the nearest enemy. Eirlana hesitated, she had not touched lyrium ever since Solas had freed her. Gritting her teeth, she nipped at the flask only taking a small amount. The taste brought back unpleasant memories, but she felt the effect immediately with her powers returning. A loud rumbling could be heard in the distance. Looking up they saw an avalanche claiming half of the army advancing on Haven. Cheers could be heard throughout the defending troops. Solas kept his guard up, it was too early to cheer victory. An ear-deafening roar silenced everyone as a great shadow flew over Haven. In this instance Solas hated to be right. A giant black dragon swooped down over the village setting buildings ablaze with its corrupting breath. It aimed for the trebuchets, obliterating them completely. The templars surrounding the Chantry eyed the sky nervously. Panic spread through the defending troops, and it didn't take long before the first troops came fleeing towards the Chantry the only building made of stone. Many were wounded or carrying wounded comrades. . Ryan came running back together with the last survivors they had managed to save. “Quickly inside.” he panted. The Chantry was packed with civilians and troops. Many were wounded, terrified, weeping or praying for someone to save them. “Herald there are no tactics to make this survivable.” Cullen informed Ryan. “There have been no demands, no communication, nothing. That dragon, we stand no chance against it.” Frustrated Ryan kicked against a pillar. “What do they want?” “It came for you.” all eyes went to Dorian. “This Elder One takes what it wants. It marched all of this way to take your Herald.” “If it can save these people, he can have me. But something tells me that won't make a difference.” Solas listened carefully. If Corypheus had marched all this way, he would have come for one thing only. The Anchor. Had Corypheus discovered its purpose? He had never thought the creature would be so bold. He was in luck, the creature had brought his orb. Which meant he could retrieve it. “You are correct, they don't seem to care about the specifics.” Dorian remarked. “And such a promising start, if only more landslides would be an option.” Cullen thought of an idea. “They are, one trebuchet is still intact. We can direct it to the mountain above us.” Ryan looked shocked “We would bury Haven and everyone in it.” “No, Chancellor Roderick just informed me of a path out of the Chantry up the mountains. Chances are high that they don't have knowledge about the path. We just need time to get everyone out of here, before we fire it and bury the enemy.” “Go! I will distract them.” “But Herald?” “Go that's an order! Who is with me?” Cassandra and Iron Bull stepped forward to join him. Solas also stepped forward, he couldn't let the Herald die here and risk to lose the Anchor permanently. When Eirlana stepped forward, Solas grabbed her hand. “Don't!” She looked determined at him. “Solas. If one of you is injured out there, chances are you won't escape the avalanche. I can help. I won't let you go alone.” Nipping again at the lyrium potion she grabbed her staff and stepped next to Iron Bull. Solas didn't know what to say. This was a first she had decided something against his wishes. A part of him found it exciting. “There are horses stalled close to the trebuchet. If they are still alive, use them to get away. Ride to the east.” Cullen pulled a small map from his coat. “According to Roderick the path leads to this valley, you can use this fissure to reach us. Maker be with you!” . Moments later they were outside, engaging the Venatori. “Let's make some NOISE!” Iron Bull roared before swinging his massive axe through two men. They toppled like trees. “OH YEAH!” he cheered going for the next one. Ryan and Cassandra formed a shield wall just behind him with several soldiers. Dealing with anyone who engaged them from the side. Solas and Eirlana formed the rear freezing and shocking enemies, especially Venatori mages as they went on. It was a sad path through the village, many people lay dead on the ground, buildings were burning, tents destroyed. They encountered only a few troops until they reached the trebuchet. Forming a perimeter around it, they fought off advance after advance of Venatori. In between they prepared the trebuchet to fire. Solas and Eirlana stayed close together, fighting hard to keep themselves and the others alive. As more mages engaged them, Eirlana glimpsed a few faces she had seen in Redcliffe. They had turned against them. Finally, the stream of opponents stopped and the trebuchet was ready to fire. All they needed was the signal. “Get to the horses! We need to ride like the wind when we fire this thing.” Ryan commanded them. The horses were skittish and nervous from all the fighting and the dragon flying around. As they mounted them, Ryan stood ready at the trebuchet peering up the mountain looking for Cullen's signal. Out of nowhere the dragon suddenly swooped down, its corrupting fire exploding on the ground engulfing them in flames. Terrified the horses bolted. Solas who was just mounting his horse was hit in his flank by pieces of burning debris. It singed and pierced his flesh. He slipped as his horse bolted in terror, he managed to hung on and tried to pull himself up into the saddle. With a grunt he was smashed against a wooden pole, more pain shot through his body but he somehow managed to hoist himself onto the horse. Then he felt it, his orb. Abruptly he turned back around, grabbing onto the saddle as his body protested. Behind the flames, he saw Ryan standing between the dragon and Corypheus. Corypheus held out his orb, it was active. He could feel its power calling to him, he could feel Corypheus' corrupted power trying to penetrate it. How was this possible? How had that creature managed to partially unlock his most sacred possession and still lived? It shouldn't be possible, it couldn't be that strong. In a desperate action, he tried to turn around his horse, but it ran in blind panic after the others. Pain shot through his body again as he moved. He started panting, even if he managed to turn around. What could he do that wouldn't fail? Everything he planned had failed, he had made a huge miscalculation. . The horses ran as fast as they could through the broken down gates. A few Venatori were almost trampled down, but they managed to jump away in surprise only to be hit by Iron Bull or Cassandra swinging their weapons. They carved a path for the others to follow. Luck was with them as the horses ran over the familiar road towards the east through the gates. They rode fast into the night away from Haven, as they heard the rumblings of the avalanche burying Haven behind them. Cassandra said out a prayer asking for the safety of the Herald and forgiveness for the souls lost. Tired the horses finally calmed down a bit and slowed down. Just as they regained control over their mounts, several fire mines exploded amidst them. Venatori mages attacked them. Panicked the horses bolted again in every direction this time. In a few seconds, they had lost sight of each other. . The horse crashed through the forest. Eirlana desperately held onto the reins and saddle. Trees and branches swept by her, almost dismounting her several times. Her attempts to calm the horse down had failed so far, but it gradually slowed down, exhausted and stressed out. They broke out of the forest and almost crashed into a sleeping druffalo. The already scared horse reared, throwing off Eirlana. She landed hard into the snow and startled both animals ran away. A little bruised Eirlana got herself up and brushed the snow off. How would she find the others without a horse? She needed to find them fast if they wanted to reach the other valley before the storm. Listening into the night, she hoped to hear the others. What she heard, she didn't expect. In the distance, she could hear a child crying. There were other people in the forest, people from Haven must have fled here. Using her staff as a cane, she hurried towards them through the thick snow. She had reached them almost when she heard screaming and weapons clashing. Eirlana ran as fast as she could towards the tumult. A familiar templar and two soldiers were fighting off seven Venatori, behind them cowered a group of villagers. Blue flames shot from her fingertips, and before they hit their target, she already was erecting a protective bubble around the villagers. The group gasped at her sudden aid. A pair of Venatori turned around to engage her. Electrical energy gathered around Eirlana and flew to them. The lightning bolt forked, and it hit more and more of the Venatori. Two fell dead to the ground, and the others were quickly beaten by the soldiers. . “Miss Eirlana, what are you doing out here?” the templar approached her, his weapon still in hand. Eirlana kept her staff in hand. Even when he had apologised to her, she didn't trust him. “My horse bolted. It threw me off not far from here.” He had finally sheeted his weapon, and she relaxed a little. The other villagers hurried closer and asked a jumble of questions. “Can we go back? What was that noise? Are they gone? Have they been defeated?” She stared at them. It was a group of almost twenty people human and elves, mainly women, workers, a few children. They were cold, frightened and tired. Eirlana weighed her options. Looking for the others wasn't a good idea with this many people. They couldn't stay here and wait for the others to find them. “What is your name?” The templar looked a little confused. “Garrick, miss. Garrick Rheder.” “Haven is buried by an avalanche.” There were many gasps, and a few of the woman hugging their children began to cry. “Most of the villagers have escaped and are in a valley higher up the mountains. We must first try to reach the Eastroad and then make our way further up.” She crouched down at the first dead Venatori and removed his cloak. One thing she had learned as a slave is to make use of every opportunity, even from the dead. “Garrick help me to strip them. We will need every cloak we can get and keep the children warm.” The dead were quickly stripped and the cloaks and clothing divided. Satisfied Eirlana summoned a few lights so the humans could see better in the dark. “Follow me.” She led them through the forest. Luckily she knew the woods around here, having come here often to walk or search for herbs. She only hoped she would find Solas, Iron Bull and Cassandra at the end of the Eastroad. . Their journey was difficult and slow, they had walked almost for two hours. It surprised Eirlana that they followed her without question. Turning around the civilians were struggling through the snow, no one said a word. They were shocked and in disbelieve, not hours ago they celebrated their success. Now they were tired, cold and exposed to the elements. Their loved ones missing or dead and their homes destroyed, their village buried under the snow. The icy wind was picking up. Eirlana frowned, it wouldn't be long before the storm would hit them. Her heart skipped when she spotted people further up the mountains. Finally, she had found the others. The massive body of Iron Bull was easily spotted from a distance. He was standing together with Cassandra and a couple of survivors next to the eastern road. If she remembered correctly, they had to leave the trail here to reach the fissure leading to Cullen and the others. They looked a little haggard as they came closer. Cassandra had a deep cut above her eye. Dried blood stuck to the side of her face. Iron Bull had a severe burn on his shoulder. The other soldiers were nursing also various cuts and bruises, but they were alive. “Thank the Maker! You made it.” Cassandra grabbed her by the shoulder, her eyes scanning her to see if she was all right. Satisfied she smiled. “You found other survivors. I am glad we waited for you.” Eirlana was relieved when Cassandra released her hold. Stepping back she looked around.

“Where is Solas?” Cassandra's face turned serious again. “We hoped he was with you. After the Venatori attacked, we lost sight of you both and the others. Most have made their way here, but we haven't seen any sign of him.” “Solas.” Eirlana whispered anxiously, her face turning pale with worry. Fear gripped her as every fibre of her being told her to hurry back, to look for him. The first snowflakes fell from the sky. “Maker!” Cassandra exclaimed. She looked sympathetic at her. “Eirlana I am sorry, but we need to get these people out of here. We have to find the others.” “But where do we go? All these mountain passes look the same.” Iron Bull said as he studied the mountain fissures leading to the south. Not listening Eirlana concentrated, stretching her consciousness into the Fade, scanning the Veil, searching for him. She almost collapsed from the effort. Iron Bulls big hands caught her before she fell. “Careful.” “Damn it!” she cursed. “Are you hurt?” “No, I am all right, just tired.” Eirlana tried to shake of her dizziness, she was exhausted. It was chaos in the valley below. Many Venatori mages were still alive, buried under the snow or retreating from the valley. Spirits had come now the Breach was closed, revelling in the intense emotions of fear and despair. It was hard to sort through so many traces, but she had found Solas, and he was still far away from them. “I am almost certain it is this way, but it 's hard to tell in the dark and with the snow.” Cassandra studied the passes to the south. “We have to get out of here fast, the weather is getting worse by the minute.” The snow was coming down thick now, obscuring their vision. One of the children began to cry. Eirlana was torn, she knew she could lead them to safety. While trying to search for Solas, she had already felt the location of Vivienne and the other mages. But leading them would lead her away from Solas. She reached out again in his direction, holding on to Bull this time. He looked confused at her but said nothing. It felt like he was moving, moving in their direction. She was slightly relieved. It was slow, but he was moving. With their numbers, they would leave enough traces for him to follow. He would be alright, he had to be alright. These people couldn't wait here any longer. Exposed and standing still. They had to reach the others, who hopefully had found shelter. With a heavy heart, she moved to the left mountain pass to the south. “You are right we can not stay here. Come follow me.” Now it was Cassandra's turn to look confused. “Are you certain?” “In that direction are Vivienne and the others.” “How do you know?” Damn! Solas had always warned her not to reveal her abilities. Now it was already too late. “I can sense other mages when I concentrate hard. There are wizards around all over the place, over there.” She pointed towards Haven “But over there, there are fewer but grouped together. It is in the direction Cullen has led them. We have to take that passage to get to them.” It was a partial truth. She didn't tell them that she could pinpoint precisely where Vivienne was, her signature easily recognisable in the Fade. “I have never heard of such an ability.” Cassandra's eyes narrowed, studying her with refreshed interest. “Honestly I don't understand how it works myself. I guess I am sensitive to magical energies.” Eirlana lied. “I understand. Maybe we can learn more about it later. We have other priorities at the moment.” They hoisted the children on the few horses they had. Eirlana guided them through the snow up the mountain towards the fissure. She looked back one last time into the valley. Please be safe Solas! . They walked for hours, struggling through the snow against the growing storm. The fierce winds and heavy snowfall obscured their vision. Making it difficult to stay together and find their footing on the icy slopes. Eirlana had summoned several hovering globes of light in a string behind her, so they wouldn't lose sight of each other. Iron Bull was walking in front of her, protecting her somewhat against the vicious winds. She felt drained, tired and cold. Her mind was with Solas, words couldn't express how worried she was. It had been hours since she had sensed him, now she felt nothing. Either she was too exhausted, he too far away or... NO! She shook her head. He had to be all right, she had to believe he was. Guilt swept through her, she should have gone back for him. She promised, she would go look for him as soon as they found the others. They should almost be there. Extending her senses again she felt the presence of Vivienne nearby. Finally. “We are almost there!” she yelled against the wind. Iron Bull halted and peered through the snowfall. “You are right! I can see lights ahead.” Their pace quickened, and the group made it over the last slope. The valley below was somewhat sheltered from the stormy winds. The troops and survivors from Haven had managed to set up several tents for shelter. Others were felling trees to get enough fires going for the night. . “Commander!” Cullen was securing a tent against the blowing winds and looked up at the scout. “What is it?” “There is a large group coming through the fissure.” He pointed towards the small passage between the mountains. “Is it the Herald?” “We don't know yet, but a Qunari is leading them. Cullen quickly ran towards the group followed by several troops. He immediately recognised Iron Bull among them. His hopes that they all made it out alive shattered when he noticed the absence of Ryan. No! It was a blessing so many had made it at all. “Thank the Maker! You returned.” “Commander what is the situation. Is there any word from the Herald?” Cassandra looked anxious. Cullen shook his head. “I hoped he was with you. It is good that you found us.” Their small troop quickly walked down into the valley exhausted and relieved that they had made it. Cullen began to give Cassandra a more accurate update when he noticed Eirlana walking back towards the fissure. “Eirlana?” He hurried after her. “Where are you going?” She turned towards him, her cheeks burning red from the cold. “Solas is still out there. I need to find him.” He looked at her in disbelieve. “How will you find him? It is night, and the storm is getting worse. You get yourself killed.” “Eirlana you are needed here.” Cassandra added. “It is impossible to find him on your own. We have to wait for the storm to settle. With so many injured, we need you here.” Cullen saw Eirlana waver. She looked at the survivors, the wounded, the makeshift camp, then back in the direction they had come from. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her silent voice was almost swallowed entirely by the wind. “I can't leave him out there.” Cullen could feel her heart ache. “Go!” Cassandra and Eirlana both looked surprised at Cullen. “Commander?” Cassandra started. “We have other healers already at work. We can manage until she returns.” He grabbed Cassandra by the arm to pull her along. “Eirlana give me five minutes.” Eirlana stared after them as Cullen quickly made his way back to the camp. “Cullen what are you doing?” “She needs this Cassandra. Wouldn't you go back out there if you were in her shoes?” “I... you are right, but it is dangerous.” “That's why I told her to wait.” Cullen quickly went to the supplies they had managed to salvage. He found what he needed and quickly ran back towards Eirlana. “Here.” He put a thick fur coat around her shoulders. “You will need it out there.” Placing a bag in her hands, he instructed her further. “When you are getting tired, don't stop out in the open. Look for shelter, there are mineshafts everywhere in these mountains. We will send scouts out after the storm has died down. Wait for them if you are in trouble.” Eirlana nodded. “Thank you Cullen.” she smiled at him. “Just... just be careful.” With confidence, she looked at him. “I will.” Pulling her extra cloak tightly around herself she walked back into the night. Cullen watched her until she was obscured by the snow. “Maker watch over you.” he prayed, before returning to Cassandra.

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