What Pride Have Wrought.

The sky hazed, what was left of the explosion left the ground scorched, the sky filled with smoke, the lyrium in the ground burning red. People staggered to their feet, shields and staves in hand, the Temple of Sacred Ashes no more. From it, a large green pillar spilled into the sky, tearing a hole into this world.

Her eyes slowly opened, dazed and confused by her surroundings. Her hand burned furiously, her pain only equal to that of her harrowing. A reminder only when she gently pushed herself up from the hard rocky surface. She held her hand out from her face. Blotting out the eerie sun in the sky, her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the world around her. She could barely see, the green tinge of the sky, the eerie mist that surrounded her. This was not the Temple of Sacred Ashes. This was different, this place only seemed to remind her of her darkest dreams, the fears that once settled inside of her once in the circle tower. This was no longer the conclave that she remembered.

The ground was rocky, sharp, like daggers waiting to impale the unsuspecting. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to yell, scream, anything, for anyone. But there was nothing coming from her mouth, to no avail. Her legs felt uneasy, her body felt bruised and sore from whatever happened. Her recollection was at an impasse. She remembered nothing of what happened.

She felt uneasy in her new surrounding. The air was thick and humid, like she was underwater. Her hands felt clammy in their leather gloves, her body felt weighted down by her cloth robe, her leather jerkin feeling uncomfortably tight. She wanted to adjust, to fix herself and the situation, but there was no time as her eyes looked up through the mists. Atop the jagged rocks there stood a glowing figure, and her feet found their way forward without any thought.

Her body continued to move on it's own, each foot taking a step, up the rocky stairs. The shining figure still unmoved, unchanged. She winched at the light that was growing before her, the darkness of this place unknown to such light. Her steps were calm, and grounded, slowly making her way up the steps until her ear caught a noise in the distance. Deep beneath the thick green mists.

The noise skittered across the ground, getting closer and closer. Her feet feeling alittle more urgent in it's steps. Her mind kept telling her not to look back. That haste will only be her downfall and the end to herself in such a place. She believed it, thought it was true until she saw spiney legs and abdomens running through the mists. Their eyes upon her, fangs drawn and legs moving faster than she anticipated. Her eyes widened, and her feet took off in full haste, regardless of what her mind thought, she needed to run.

Her hands grabbed ahold of the jagged rocks, pulling herself up the side, feet making all efforts to meet her flight instinct. She could feel the rocks begin to cut through her thick leather gloves and she still reached out, each rock getting closer and closer to her palm. 'Maker' she thought as she kept climbing, her head turning back, the noises becoming louder. 'Maker not here. Not now.' Her hands reached out again on another rock, pulling herself up. The glowing figure stood there, out reaching a hand to her. She tried to reach, her gloves sticking with sweat, her brow furrowed, panic began to fill her face as she struggled. ' Maker please...' Her mind prayed to the Maker, to the divine, to anyone. Her left hand reached out, closer but not enough, another step, closer. She felt her hand burn, as she finally closed the distance. A flash of green light enveloped her and the woman as her whole body began to burn.

She burned, she could feel fire hitting her cheeks as her body slumped forward. Her knees hitting the rough ground around her. The air smelled tainted, like burning flesh, and death that surrounded her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the rest of her body began to fall forward, towards the hard ground. Her body was exhausted, it ached, it burned and it had finally given up after that whole ordeal. Her face laid there on the ground, dirt smudging along her face and into her hair. Finally, at last she could breath, she could speak.

"Maker…." Was all that escaped her lips. The air felt heavy, but behind all the smells, she could feel the cold of mountains linger and deep inside the smell of lyrium. That was the last thing before her body shut down and darkness consumed her.

There was a bright flash of green light in the center of the ruins. Right where the rift had appeared, Solas looked over the field, Cassandra nearby turning only when she heard the ruckus in the courtyard. Soldiers stood there, blades drawn upon an unconscious body. They stood there confused, terrified by the sight that they just witnessed.

"She stepped out of the fade.." One of the men said to the others. The men began to murmer amongst each other as Cassandra stepped forward.

"Take this person to the prison." She stood there, hand on her blade as she looked down upon the unconscious body. "She may be responsible for all of this.."

"But Seeker…" One of the men spoke up, "She stepped from the fade, with a woman behind her. Andraste herself I reckon."

"Speculation, we shall see for ourselves when she wakes up." Cassandras eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, Andraste she thought...No, this woman WAS responsible for the explosion at the Conclave, and she will get answers.

"Cassandra…" Solas spoke, the elf seemed wise beyond his years, "This situation is...difficult.."

"What's the problem?" She hissed out, again annoyance coming though. Why she was being questioned by everyone she couldn't understand.

" I feel….A magic here." He grabbed the unconscious womans left arm. The glove split open across her palm. "This is different, like the magic in the rift. I will require more time to study it.."

" You're running out of time Solas. We WILL take her to the prison. There, you can study this...Magic." Cassandra took a swift turn, shutting down the conversation between herself and Solas.

He took a nod and turned back to the sleeping body. The soldiers seemed standoffish to the situation, refusing to touch the possible traitor laying there on the ground. Solas let out a sigh of disbelief as he wrapped the woman's arm around the back of his neck pulling her up. One arm holding her in place, the other wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as her feet dragged along the ground.

The soldiers watched, confused, scared, and angry as Solas slowly made his way back to Haven, two long lines outlining their descent back to the town.

People murmured and whispered as Solas was outside the town. The gate swung open to swarms of people, most of them already deciding this person's fate. She had spoken no words, made no movements, her body was still and her head hung down, dirt smeared across the right side of her face. He had finally reached Adan in his house, pouring over paperwork and potions.

"What is this?" He asked inquisitively, "Who is this person?" Solas slumped her body onto the vacant bed, her body limp. Adan looked at the situation and asked Solas again, "Solas, who is this?"

Solas sighed as he picked up her legs, setting them on the bed. "I don't know. Cassandra feels she is guilty, but I am here to produce results."

"You best be getting them soon." Adan said, "I don't think that big hole in the sky is going to fix itself."

Solas looked down at her hand, flashes of green light coming from her hand. She seemed catatonic to the effect the mark. Solas crouched next to the bed, looking at Adan.

"She will need to be observed, to ensure that we don't lose her in the night." He looked out the window, the torches coming to life, the beginning sounds of rabble coming from outside. People were uncertain of this woman and her actions. But they already wanted her blood.

"Or to the crowd that's building." Adan said snarkily as he closed the window to the group gathering. "You have my cooperation Solas, I will keep her under observation. Until Cassandra says otherwise."

Solas nodded accepting Adan's help with the situation, the day was long, and the night he felt, would be longer. He left the house, only walking 20 feet away, staying in a house nearby. He left the group gathering outside alone. He decided to let them whisper.

"They say that Andraste herself was there when she left the fade."

" She left the fade, the FADE!"

Solas wanted nothing to do with the group, only wanted to seek out silence in his room. He shut the door, sitting on his bed, pouring over into a tome he was reading earlier. There wasn't much left in the night, the glow from the rift illuminating the outside. Solas rested his head, desperately trying to get some answers from the fade.

Solas wandered the fade, crossing the dreams of mortals in Haven. It seemed with the veil being so thin here the spirits have fled. Leaving only demons in their wake. Solas spied dreams of peoples fears, of the rift tearing the whole world asunder. Of demons consuming them all, of mages gone mad. Templars running with blood lust, of a world that Solas had no time to consider.

He looked through the dreams, each and everyone of them in the small town of Haven. Hoping to come across some sort of answer.

His hand brushed out through the air, still scanning through each thing until he came across something that caused him to stop. A dreamer, with a dream from the Conclave.

It was faint, very little detail, only a few words here and there, not much else. He focused his mind on the dream, causing it to become clearer. Words began to come through, faces, and shapes. Soon, what felt like a dream Solas realized, was instead a memory.

He looked at the face of a woman, her brown eyes were tender and sweet, her face round, her hair was long, and braided to the side. She looked younger than her actual age, especially when she smiled. The image focused, she was talking to someone, smiling lightly at them, as the image cleared he watched the memory unfold before him.

"Anara " A voice came from behind Solas, a man approaching the young woman. He closed in on the her standing there in the hall shoulder braced on a door frame. "This is for you." He held out a flower, a smile spread upon her lips. Solas looked at the flaming sword symbol on his shield. Templar. He walked around the couple eyeing over the young woman. A mage, a circle mage, it was the only explanation he could think of. She took the flower, "Thank you Fennick." She placed the flower in her hair, "After what I heard about Kirkwall I feared I would never see you again." The templar took her hands into his.

"No Anara, after what we've shared, I would never be without you.." He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against hers. Her eyes closed, as she felt his hand clasp around the small of her back, pulling in for a kiss.

It was quick, and chaste, lips gently pressing against one another, no passion and sadly disappointing. "Fennick...You know that I cannot live on sweet promises and chaste kisses." Her eyes met his, Solas spying an understanding between the two of them.

"I know love. Come." His hand reached out to hers, guiding her through the tower. It was late at night, no one bothered to search these passages that she was guided through.

"Fennick?" She asked, as they came to a stop, they reached the top of an old tower. The roof was broken through, the sky was clear and the stars above them watched like ancient lovers.

Fennick pulled her against his body. His hand trailing down her face, caressing her cheek, stroking her jaw line, before resting his thumb upon her lips. Her lips parted, anticipating his kiss, she shivered at his touch.

Solas felt awkward, spying upon such tender and private moments, but this was about the conclave, and there had to be more here then this. He shifted uncomfortably knowing that there was no way to progress a dream, or to change it. He had to wait this out and hope for the best.

Fennick looked into her eyes, touching her darkened skin, the sun freckles upon her face, "Maker.." He said, "You are beautiful.." he leaned in, his lips touching her, his hands trailing up her back, while hers fought to keep herself afloat, lost in the kiss. Her fingers clung to his armor, as she moaned, feeling his tongue move across her bottom lip, seeking entrance. With another moan she parted her lips, allowing the templar access. His tongue clashed with hers, a heated battle began between them, like all battles between Templars and Mages. She moaned again as his hands slid down the small of her back, resting on her backside.

Solas heard a growl from the man as he picked up the woman, pulling her up from the floor, carrying her to the blankets laid out on the floor. He didn't know still how he felt about what he was watching, but he kept assuring himself that there was something else here.

Her hands were deftly removing the armor, like she had done it many times before. It seemed to be second nature to her at this point, her hands removing the gauntlets. The chest plate, the shoulder pauldrons. Templars seemed to wear too much armor is what Solas seemed to gather from all this time spent removing JUST armor. Finally after so long all that armor was removed, pieces clattered all over the room, she giggled.

"Finally, I get you. All to myself." Her hands ran up his cotton tunic, traveling over the plains of his flat stomach, finally feeling skin against skin. She bit her bottom lip as she began to remove his shirt. " I want to see you again…" She said pulling the tunic over his head. "All of you." Fennick grabbed her leg, pulling her down the blankets, she yelped and giggled some more until his body pressed against hers. She moaned loudly as he thrust his erection against her womanhood. The pressure alone was enough to drive her mad. His head dipped down to her neck sending small kisses along her throat. "Fennick." She moaned as his hands began to unrobe the mage beneath him.

"I wish to see all of you as well.." He said, his hands working furiously on laces and latches. Solas saw her leg become more exposed as she wrapped them around the Templars hips. Her back arched to his touch as her shoulder became exposed to the cold air. Her moans became more frantic as his hands moved about finally getting through the last lacing. He slowly pulled apart the robe, exposing her skin to the cold air. His head turning its attention lower from her neck. She shivered at the feeling of the cold air, and Fennick sunk his teeth into her shoulder. She yelped, not in pain, but in sweet agony to what she knew would become a fresh bruise. His lips traveled along her collarbone and down to her firm breasts. His tongue played with her tanned skin, running along her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue.

"Fennick!" she hissed as her back arched again into his touch. His mouth finally closing around a nipple, sucking gently as his tongue flicked against it. His name began to spread upon her lips. "Fennick, oh Fennick please…" Her leg running up his back as she continued to chant his name.

Solas stood there wide eyed, he was truly intruding upon a private memory. One that he had no want or means to escape at this point. All the dreams he sifted through were hopeless and filled with fear. But he saw in a town filled with fear this was the only warmth that he felt and perhaps that's the only reason he didn't want to leave.

Solas watched as a hand stole down to the woman's inner thighs, his head moving to the other side of her breasts, giving both equal attention. He could feel inside of himself the sensuality of watching others intimate moments. Something he wouldn't normally be proud of, but the scene unfolding before him was too much to ignore. Solas heard her moan, her breath beginning to hitch as her back arched again. The templars hand was no longer on her inner thighs, but instead penetrated her body.

Her eyes shut, her lips open and gaping like she was struggling for air. Solas wanted nothing more at this point then to kiss those lips. Human or no, she was beautiful, her hair had frayed from the braid and spread across the blanket like tree roots. Dark brown hair, tanned skin, brown eyes, lush lips wet with desire and those noises coming from her mouth. Unfiltered, and uncaring for the world around her, giving in only to pleasure.

His finger stroked her, gently thrusting into her body, preparing her until another finger joined. Spreading her, stroking her inside as his thumb came into contact with her nub. She writhed, a jolt running through her as his thumb rubbed against her sensitive spot. His tongue trailed up her throat, his mouth claiming her again as he sped up his fingers. Wringing out all kinds of noises from her until she was writhing on the blankets, begs and moans upon her lips. "Fennick Please...Please…" Her hands went down to his, causing his fingers to stop. "I can't take anymore of this, please take me.."

Solas could feel a hard pressed erection growing in his breeches, he swore in his mind if the templar didn't take her he would, damn be memories or dreams within the fade. There was a chuckle, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" The Templar chimed in, his fingers continuing their pace, She stuttered, her lips quivering, her body aching, her breasts heaving as her fingers grasped at the floor, fingers slipping on cobbles as her orgasm overtook her.

"Fennick!" she almost screamed his name as her body clenched tight around his fingers. He smiled, as he withdrew his fingers, sucking on them, "I will never tire of this sight." He towered over her, her body completely exposed to not only him but to Solas as well.

Her stomach was flat and tight, her thighs strong and her legs lean. Fennick sat on the back of his feet, unlacing his breeches. A slow and arduous process that was leaving Solas angry and unsatisfied. He kept cursing that this was a memory, and not a dream, dreams can be disturbed, changed. But he hated again and again that he couldn't change this.

Fennick finally unlaced his breeches, pulling himself free, his hand running over his shaft, "Is this what you want?" Her mouth shut tightly, nodding her head silently, His free hand gripped her hip nails slowly biting into flesh causing her yelp in the smallest amount of pain. "Speak when spoken to..Is this what you want?"

She let out an exasperated moan, "Yes." She nodded, "By the maker yes…" she bit her lip as his hand released her hip, another bruise to be fresh in the morning.

"Good…" He said holding himself at her entrance. Rubbing the head against the wet folds of her womanhood. She shuddered, her hands grasping again at the cobblestone. He savored the feel of her wet slit against him as he slowly pressed against her entrance. She moaned, sweetly like all of her breath was being drawn out of her body. Her back arched off the blankets, her legs wrapping around his hips. He waited, hoping not the ruin the moment by finishing too quickly. He waited for her to relax, for the hot tightness wrapped around him to relax. For he didn't want to hurt her.

Solas fell to his knees watching these humans consummate, he never found humans interesting, instead merely tolerable. But in this moment it was replaced with an insatiable lust for one in particular. His mind wandered in the fade, replacing the Templar crouched and inside this woman with himself. He could feel her magic pool with his, creating new sensations and feelings within them both. His hand stole down into his breeches, clenching on his erection. Imagining the slick, tight heat that awaited to Templar.

His thrusts were shallow and slow, still waiting for her to adjust. She began to relax, his hands touching her body, spreading the warmth that sat at the base of her spine. She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Fennick shivered, the tight heat fully surrounding him.

Solas slumped over, his hand wandering inside of his breeches, his hand stroking his length as he continued to watch this memory. His mind wondered who this woman was, or if she was even still alive. He wished so much for her to be real, to be right in front of him, for himself to be buried within her. To feel those fingers, hear those sweet noises, to know the taste of her lips. She seemed intoxicating from every angle, every perspective, and although he should feel dirty or embarrassed by this intrusion, he didn't anymore. He shivered his hand running up his length, trying to time himself with each thrust.

"Fennick.." She moaned as he began to gain a rhythm, his body slumped over hers, his face burying into her neck, leaving kisses and nips along her shoulder. Her moan became louder and her legs twined around his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. He hit her deeper, gasps of surprise escaping her lips as his pace began to deteriorate.

He groaned at the feel of his hand, still imaging his body on top of hers. His thrusts losing rhythm, his teeth grazing her skin. His words, oh what sweet elvish words he could say to her. What dirty things he could say, what he could do with his magic to help her forget all about that Templar. Solas was hitting a level of jealousy with someone that he didn't know was alive, but in this moment it didn't matter. Only satisfaction, and completion was on his mind, as he began thrusting into his hand, the front of his breeches fully opened.

Fennick lost his rhythm, losing himself in the pleasure washing over him. Words no longer coming to mind as he grunted into her shoulder with each savage thrust. She was too tight, too warm, but wonderfully wet against his member. Each thrust bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy, "Anara…" Was the only thing he could say, was the only thing he could think of. Breathing into her collarbone, their sweat collecting on their bodies, he was beginning to lose himself completely to pleasure.

"Fen...Fennick.." She moaned again as he thrust deep into her, hitting a spot within her that caused her toes to curl. "Fennick...wait….Wait…" His thrusts still were savage and without a rhythm as she pushed his chest from hers, looking into his eyes. "Fennick, please…" Her hands moved up his chest pushing him further away. "Let it be my turn." She bit her bottom lips, a mischievous look in her eyes as the man let go of his control.

Her body straddled his as he laid down on the blankets. Their new position was enough for Solas's imagination to run wild, her hair was free from it's previous braid, sweat sheening her body. Her hips raised above, positioning the Templar at her entrance, Solas could hear the sounds of light crackling as her hand raised up. A small lightning spell upon her fingertips. She lowered herself upon him as her hand spread across his chest. He arches his back, unknown if it was from just entering her again, or the electricity light running on his skin.

Solas sat there, panting and disheveled, looking down the woman's body,the templar tore the last of the mage robe from her body. Her arms completely free to roam about his skin. His eyes crossed every plain, every valley, every dip and mole he memorized. He closed his eyes, stroking his shaft harder, his other hand tearing through his shirt, freeing his skin to the air. He could feel an electricity building on his free hand, his fingers lightly touched his chest, sending small waves of electricity through his body. He groaned, his hand gripping tighter as his eyes opened, looking over her body again.

She began to ride him, her hands still running over his chest, nails digging into his arms. She gasped as he began to hit her deep again. The electricity still crackled through her fingers, Fennick arched his back underneath her, the electricity and the feel of her body becoming too much. His hips began to move on their own. Meeting up with her in each thrust, hitting deeper, and deeper. Control was going out the window between them. He groaned, "Anara…" His patience beginning to run out as he got closer.

"Fennick" Her breasts bounced with each thrust, as she bit her bottom lip trying to stop her moans from escaping. But he knew better than that, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust hard into her body. "Ahh!" Her back arched, the spell lost to the feeling of him inside her.

He pulled himself up from the floor, his head burying in her chest, his tongue running up her sternum. "Anara.." His grip became tighter as he pushed her back down into the blankets. His thrusts savage and wild, no order whatsoever to his movements. He was fast approaching his climax. His hands grasping a breast, as he continued thrusting.

Solas was approaching his climax as well, watching both of them lose control made it easier to accept his fate here. His eyes closed, he was so close now, but he had to hold out for her. For her orgasm to take over and clench around his arousal.

"Fennick…" She huffed, words escaping her, as her body was fighting, her toes began to curl as they wrapped tighter around his hips. Her fingers clawing at the blankets, her eyes shut tight, he could feel her body welling up around him. Solas slowly began gripping tighter, and tighter imagining her body wrapped around him. "Fenn...Fenni...Fennick.." She was gasping, panting his name, a prayer upon her lips. Her hands dug into the blankets as she cried out his name, her body clenching around him. All the magic in her body felt like it was drawn out of her, like it was suppressed or it just disappeared. Her body clenched around Fennicks manhood as he reached his edge, falling gladly into the precipice. His hands clenched on her hips as he gave a few more savage thrusts, spilling his seed inside of her.

Solas watched and waited for the womans orgasm, her reaction was enough to send him over the edge, "Anara.." he whispered upon his lips as his climax took him, spilling his seed over his hand and on the ground.

His body gave in, and Solas felt There was nothing left for him in the fade, his body ached after holding onto such release for so long. He knew nothing about this memory, or whose memory it was really. But that didn't matter at this point, his body was exhausted, and wandering around the fade wasn't actually aiding in his sleep. He decided to give up and reach for the tendrils of sleep that tugged so heavily on his body. His mind reliving what he saw, but recreating it into his own fantasy.

Solas opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling of his room, his body still aching from his steps in the fade. As much as he wished to ignore his body and go back to sleep he knew that there was a patient that Adan had waiting for him in the house next door. Solas's feet touched the floor, deciding to take his time to travel the 20 feet. He lingered outside his door, feeling the cold air on his face, looking into the rift that split the sky, soon he should be able to figure it out. He just needed to test a few theories before hand.

His feet cooled on the compact snow, as he took his steps, walking towards Adans house.

"Adan, " Solas said coolly, walking around the corner looking down at his hands, "How is our prisoner, I mean patient today?" He asked inquisitively looking up at the bed, his heart stopped.

"She is doing fine for right now. There were a few moments in the night, some thrashing. But otherwise I was able to cover her cuts and get all that dirt off her face. No one in this town is willing to help, except one man and a poor terrified elf woman. She's the one who changed her bandages, and did all that woman stuff. The Chantry sisters want nothing to do with this area to be honest." Adan huffed to himself as he turned his attention back to his potions.

Solas stood there, in silent exclamation at the sleeping body before him. The ruined mage robes gone, the dirt from her face removed, the small cuts and bruises on her face fading. Her hair was combed and braided to the side. It was at this moment he realized the human he lusted for was right in front of him asleep. That it was her memory that he wandered into, his body began to react to the memory, remembering the three moles on her stomach, the way her lips parted, and the sweet sounds from her lips.

Solas turned away, desperately trying to escape mumbling an excuse to Adan as he left. He stood there in the cold. Trying to bring himself together, not only for his sake, but if he couldn't get results then the world would be doomed. He hunched over, sitting on his heels as he breathed, centering himself before his body calmed down enough to reach for the door and make his way back inside.