"What did you think of the Inquisitor?" Alistair asked as he glanced to where Kiara stood by the window, keeping an eye on her son and the Princes Duncan and Bryce as well as the Princess Eleanor as they played in the royal gardens though they were both aware of the number of guards that was likewise keeping their eyes on the children and that Shale was with them.

"I don't like her," Kiara stated bluntly without looking back and Alistair stilled as he stared at his friend—even when Alistair didn't like her, Kiara had liked him, she liked Hawke, and yet she didn't like Trevelyan? His first thought of realising that is wondering what was wrong with Trevelyan, the second, what did she do and his third was how was she still alive? —while Morrigan snorted at her wife's statement.

"You worked beside her for over a year," Andra pointed out as she reached out to rock the small cradle that held their newly born Princess Rose.

"We were hunting the same prey, it made sense to hunt together instead of against each other," Kiara reasons.

Andra hummed almost thoughtfully as she stared at her old friend before turning her blue gaze to Morrigan.

"And what do you think of Grace Trevelyan, Morrigan?"

"She's a bleeding-heart," Morrigan decided after a moment, "but she isn't fully naïve as seen with how she handled the Mages and who she championed as Divine."

"Our new Divine Victoria," Alistair said before glancing at Kiara. "Do you dislike her as well?"

"I actually like her surprisingly," Kiara threw him a smirk before turning her dark eyes back to the window. "There was officially only two choices, Lelianna and Cassandra, while some thought even the Enchanter Vivienne could become Divine if the Inquisitor championed her right. Out of the choices, Cassandra made the most sense and while she will bring change to the Chantry, she'll not be so bold as Lelianna would be. Her changes will be well-received while Lelianna could cause outcry."

"And she doesn't suffer the sin of being a mage," Morrigan sneered making Kiara incline her head in mild agreement while Alistair winced slightly.

He could remember the blistering insults she had once delivered with that same sneer on her face, only a few of them had been sent Alistair's way, as Morrigan spent most of her time verbally sparring with the Companions before they all came to an understanding in Redcliffe.

He had been right all those years ago, a Blight really had a way of bringing people together.

"When do you think the Inquisition will disband?" Andra asked and Morrigan shrugged.

"Not anytime soon," Kiara decided after a moment. "Still Breaches to be sealed and such."

"She'll have to disband the group at some point," Alistair pointed out. "Neither Ferelden or Orlais can allow a foreign power of that size to straddle their boarders."

Time stopped for no one, it did not stop at the demands of kings nor did it slow at the pleas of peasants. It continued forward without mercy, and helped Death take us all.

And Death, Death always takes us even if they don't always keep us.

That was something I had never forgotten, no many lives I lived no many how many years pasted since my rebirth, Death would once again reclaim me, hold me tight in their hands before letting me go again.

I just didn't expect Death to take me so suddenly.

"Mum?" Kieran called as he stepped into his mum's small library/study.

His mum sat behind her desk, the candles low and her face troubled though she smiled when she saw him.

"Come here," Kiara said as she opened her arms out.

"I'm getting too big for this," he complained as she pulled him on her lap and she laughed softly as she pressed a kiss on to his head. "What's wrong?"

Kiara sighed as she held him close.

"Things are stirring, stages are being set," she began. "And I don't know how it all ends."

"You'll figure it out," Kieran sounded so confident in her, but Kiara wasn't so sure.

Hunting down any word about Solas was like trying to capture smoke with ones' hands and the Qun had always been hard to get information on as they were ruthlessly in ferreting out spies.

Kiara didn't like not knowing things, she liked knowing how things were going to work out, but she didn't have that certainty for the future and she disliked it greatly.

It wasn't Grace Trevelyan that called them to the Winter Palace, but Divine Victoria that had requested they come and perhaps that was the reason they came at all. Despite Kiara's uneasy, she respected and liked Cassandra too much to ignore her request.

The Companions were unique in the way they could act freely unlike the Inquisition; they were also unique in the way that they were connected to each faction, having worked for the Inquisition, having lived in Orlais and being heroes of Ferelden.

So the Divine had called them to be extra security which put them right in the centre of the invading Qunari and the brewing Elven Rebellion.

They fought beside the Inquisitor and her Companions against the Qunari, followed through the mirrors without a second thought.

When Grace ran a head to confront Solas, both Kiara and Morrigan were at her heels.

A decision that would haunt Morrigan with grief for years to come.

"Solas…" Grace couldn't continue as she stared in disbelief, paralysed by shock and pain as she clutched at the new stub that used to be her arm.

There was a cough, a gurgle, and Kiara Cadash faltered and Morrigan Cadash screamed in denial as she reached for her wife.

Solas stared with wide eyes as Morrigan lowered Kiara towards the ground, Kiara's dark eyes were wide with disbelief as blood bubbled out of parted lips.

"You were meant to be armed," he muttered almost inanely as Morrigan uselessly began pressing against the blood soaking through Kiara's tunic and jerkin.

He had meant to disarm her, force her back, not kill her. Not now, not like this. Kiara Cadash was the type of woman that was meant to go out in battle, not because of a mistake. She was meant to have a warriors' death, not like this.

"No, no, no, no," it was a mantra, it was plea, and it fell form Morrigan's dark lips as she cursed herself.

She wasn't a healer, she couldn't heal this, she never learnt and why didn't she learn? Oh Gods, Kiara was bleeding out, and Morrigan couldn't stop it, couldn't slow it, and Ellana wouldn't arrive in time, Morrigan knew deep in her heart.

Solas took a step forward, reaching out as if to touch Kiara and undo what he done and Morrigan snapped and Grace gasped painfully and in shock.

Eyes glowed a familiar blue—the same colour that Solas' eyes had glowed—darkly stained lips curled in a snarl as she threw out one bloody hand and Solas flew backwards, towards the mirror and escape.

"Don't!" she snarled, tears streaking her face. "Don't you dare touch her!"

"Morri…." Kiara tried, choking and Morrigan turned back to her dying wife, ignoring Solas quietly leaving through the mirror and the eyes of Grace Trevelyan.

"Shh, don't speak," she hushed her, brushing Kiara's dark hair from her face. "Ellana will be here soon."

Not soon enough, both knew and Morrigan didn't insult Kiara by saying it was going to be alright, that she was going to be okay, because it wasn't going to be alright, it wasn't going to be okay because Kiara was dying.

Lungs filling with blood, choking her and drowning her, and Morrigan couldn't do a single thing, couldn't do a damn thing to save the woman she loved. She was useless and Morrigan hated it, not that she would let that stop her.

She had to try, she couldn't just let Kiara die so she desperately attempted to stem the bleeding despite knowing it was already too late. Too much blood filling the lungs, something she couldn't deal with as she didn't know how.

"Morri…." Kiara tried again and Morrigan hushed her. "Love…"

"No, no, no!" Morrigan snapped, "you don't get to do this, you don't get to say goodbye!"

Kiara had the damn nerve to smile at her, blood-stained teeth sending another bolt of fear down her spine.

"Kiara!"

One thing done with, Grace thought to herself as she walked out the hall before her lips set grimly, and another thing to deal with.

Morrigan Cadash stood several feet away with the towering form of Saya behind her, Morrigan's arms were crossed tightly as she watched her son from the window—the young man being protected and flanked by Shale, Malika and Elion as he tenderly cradled the urn that held Kiara Cadash's ashes to his chest. Grace was aware the other Companions were readying themselves for their journey back to Ferelden.

Grief was no longer fresh on her face; it was more of a shadow that aged Morrigan several years.

Guilt tugged at her and whispered that Kiara's death was her fault, the guilt grew when her thoughts turned to her decision regarding Solas, but she tried to firm her resolve.

Solas was her friend.

So was Kiara, her doubt and guilt whispered, and she shook her head before she headed towards Morrigan—it was obvious that the older woman was waiting for her.

"Who would have thought the once heretical movement would become the army of the Divine," Morrigan mused almost to herself.

"Morrigan," Grace paused, she didn't know what to say. "I'm— "

"Spare me your sympathy, I did not come here for that," Morrigan sneered as she turned to them. "What is your plan with Solas?"

Grace couldn't help but flinch at the sheer level of hatred Solas' name was spoken in.

"He's my friend," Grace found herself saying and Morrigan sneered.

"Was your friend," she corrected as Grace shook her head.

Morrigan's face become cold, sharp, as she stared at Grace with grim understanding.

"You wish to save him," she accused and Saya took a single step closer to the late wife of her leader, the very air around them turning cold. "I see."

Morrigan looked away for a moment before piercing her with cold gold eyes.

"Then you will not be surprised that the Companions cannot and will not follow you in this endeavour, our alliance is at its end."

"Morrigan— "

"No!" Morrigan snapped. "He killed Kiara, my wife and our leader, we will not let the go. Do not get in our way Inquisitor, we will have our justice."

"You're going to kill him," it was a statement.

"We are going to slaughter him," it was not Morrigan who answered but Saya with cold certainty.

"Goodbye Inquisitor," Morrigan said before the two older women left and Grace let them go.

Though Grace may want to save Solas, she wouldn't fight the Companions if they found him first.

AN: Yeah, I struggled. It hasn't turned out like I wanted, but it's at its end. So sorry for what is probably a disappointing end, I just hope you aren't too disappointed and will continue following this story-line into the next fandom of Percy Jackson.