To skip the last of the prologue, go to the midpoint of the chapter.

When Lady Trevelyan opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a soft bed, stripped of her mercenary armor. She sat up quickly when hearing something hit the ground. The elven servant standing in the room seemed scared that Lady Trevelyan was awake, slowly backing away from the box she dropped and fell to her knees, bowing.

"I-I'm so sorry!" the girl said. "I didn't know you were awake. If I had I would not have—"

"It's alright," Lady Trevelyan assured, holding up her hands. "I only just—"

"I beg your forgiveness, and your blessing," the elf said, holding down her head. "I am but a humble servant. You are back in Haven, My Lady. They brought you back after you stopped the Breach from spreading, just like the mark on your hand."

Lady Trevelyan looked to the mark on her hand, watching it move against her skin. She was pleased that the pain had become bearable, no longer sending her cringing every time it lit up.

"I suppose a trial is next…" Trevelyan murmured to herself, but the elf heard her.

"I don't know about that," the elf said. She stood to her feet, beginning to back to the door. "I've only repeated what I heard. But Lady Cassandra would want to know you are awake. She said at once."

"And where is she?" Lady Trevelyan asked, standing to her feet. She wanted answers, and Cassandra was the only one she knew had them.

"In the Chantry, with the Lord Chancellor," the elf replied, sounding even more frightened by Lady Trevelyan's question. When her hand brushed the door handle, she quickly opened the door and ran out, leaving Lady Trevelyan by herself.

Lady Trevelyan sighed, shaking her head. She walked to the door and opened it, freezing in place when seeing the people standing just outside. Many were saluting, or keeping a hand over their chest. As soon as Lady Trevelyan exited the building, and began walking through the crowd's clearing, the people gathered began whispering among themselves. Many whispered something about a 'Herald' and others mentioned her stopping the Breach, some even mentioned that the Chantry no longer supported the Inquisition. This Lady Trevelyan found irrelevant, and could have cared less for. All she wanted at the moment were the answers to her questions.

As Lady Trevelyan opened the doors to the Chantry, she could hear the shouting coming from the last room visible from the entrance. The closer she got, the more the voices became clear. The elf had been right in saying that Seeker Cassandra was with Chancellor Roderick, and he did not sound happy. Lady Trevelyan decided to stay by the door for a moment, listening in on the conversation within.

"Have you gone completely mad?" Roderick's voice echoed. "She should be taken to Val Royeaux immediately, to be tried by whomever becomes divine."

"I do not believe she's guilty," Cassandra said, making a small grin form on Lady Trevelyan's face. But this grin quickly faded when Roderick countered.

"The mage failed, Seeker. The Breach is still in the sky. For all you know, she intended it this way!"

"I do not believe that."

"That is not for you to decide!" Roderick shouted once again, most likely slamming his hands against the table from the loud bang.

Lady Trevelyan had heard enough, and opened the door to the room, quickly regretting it when Roderick pointed to her.

"Chain her!" Roderick shouted. "I want her prepared for travel to the capital for trial."

Cassandra narrowed her eyes at the two soldiers about to grab Lady Trevelyan. "Disregard that, and leave us." The soldiers did as she said without question.

Chancellor Roderick turned his glare to Cassandra and Leliana, who was standing right beside her. "You walk a dangerous line, Seeker."

"The Breach is stable, but it is still a threat," Cassandra snarled, walking up to the Lord Chancellor with a narrowed look. "I will not ignore it."

Lady Trevelyan looked from the Chancellor in disbelief, wondering if the man could be so narrow-minded. "So I'm still a suspect, even after what we just did?"

"You absolutely are," Roderick snarled back, giving a glare that rivaled Lady Trevelyan's.

"No, she is not," Cassandra argued.

"Someone was behind the explosion at the Conclave," Leliana interrupted, making her presence known to the group. "Perhaps they died with the others—or have allies who yet live." Leliana's eyes narrowed at the Chancellor, as if accusing him.

Roderick's eyes widened at her accusation. "I'm a suspect?"

"You, and many others," Leliana easily replied.

"But not the prisoner?"

"I heard the voice in the temple," Cassandra cut in. She looked to Lady Trevelyan. "The Divine called out to her for help."

"So her survival," Roderick snarled, looking between Seeker Cassandra and Lady Trevelyan with his arms crossed, "that thing on her hand, all a coincidence?"

"Providence," Cassandra answered. She looked at Lady Trevelyan as if she was looking onto someone with higher power. "The Maker sent her to us in our darkest hour."

Lady Trevelyan was not pleased with the Seeker's answer, and it showed on her face. She was not some 'chosen one'. "You really think the Maker would send mage in your hour of need?"

Cassandra did not seem affected by the noble's words. "No matter what you are, or what you believe, you are exactly what we needed when we needed it." Cassandra then turned away, but Leliana drew everyone's attention before they could question it.

"The Breach still remains," the spymaster said, looking to Lady Trevelyan. "And your mark is still our only hope of closing it."

Before Chancellor Roderick even had a moment to argue again, Cassandra returned and slammed a book onto the table.

"Do you know what this is, Chancellor?" the Seeker asked. "A writ from the Divine, granting us the authority to act." Her back straightened and her look of authority made the Chancellor shrink in his place. "As of this moment, I declare the Inquisition reborn." She stepped to Chancellor Roderick, sending him back. "We will close the Breach, we will find those responsible, and we will restore order. With or without your approval."

Roderick's face paled and contorted to show just how scared he was of Cassandra's words. His eyes darted to Lady Trevelyan and Leliana, before he turned and stormed out of the room. But Lady Trevelyan felt like this was not going to be the last time they saw the Chancellor.

"We aren't ready," Leliana said quietly. "We have no leader, no numbers, and now no Chantry support."

"But we have no choice," Cassandra tried to reason. "We must act now." The Seeker looked to Lady Trevelyan, as well as Leliana. "With your help."

Lady Trevelyan lifted an eyebrow. "You're asking me to help?" She laughed in her amusement. "When I woke up, I did not picture this outcome."

"We would be able to get nowhere without your mark," Cassandra said. She turned to Lady Trevelyan, holding out a hand, one the noble looked at suspiciously. "Will you help us?"

Lady Trevelyan felt like the hand Cassandra was holding out meant more than just an alliance. She felt like Cassandra was trying to show that she was apologetic for the blame she had showed Lady Trevelyan at the start. The noble gladly took Cassandra's hand, agreeing to the cause, for now.

Several days had passed since the Inquisition had been reformed, and the weight on Lady Trevelyan's shoulders had gotten heavier. Though she had opposed the idea of her being the Herald of Andraste, the people still believed it, and the rumors had not stopped. Under these responses, Lady Trevelyan had become the leading figure for the Inquisition, one Lady Josephine Montilyet thought would benefit them well. And as the more time she thought on it, Lady Trevelyan had begun to believe they were right. Maybe she was meant for this, perhaps it was not all accident. But the pit in her stomach refused to fully accept the idea.

"If the people saw the glum look on their Herald's face, they might just congregate."

Lady Trevelyan lifted her head, looking away from the view she had been looking out upon from the hill, and saw Varric. In the days past, she had spoken with the dwarf more, as she did with everyone else around Haven. She had even made sure to know more about the War Council members who she would be working with for the months to come. So far, the only person she could not get along with was Cassandra, which did not surprise the noble one bit.

"You holding up alright?" Varric asked, lifting an eyebrow. "You've been scowling for a while now."

Lady Trevelyan looked away, clicking her tongue. "None of this shit should have happened."

Varric could not help but laugh. "You can say that again."

Trevelyan lifted her head towards the sky, watching the Breach circle in the sky. Beautiful, in a way. But watching the Breach never failed to make her hand tingle.

"For days we've been staring at that thing," Varric said. "Bad for moral would be an understatement." Varric chuckled and turned his head to the noble beside him. "It's hard to believe someone could walk out of it alive."

"Barely," the woman scoffed, folding her fingers. "I'm not sure I believe it either." The Herald turned her head to the dwarf once again, flashing a small grin. "This could all just be a bad dream."

"Most bad dreams usually end up with someone in their smallclothes," Varric said, holding back a laugh. Once getting his amusement under control, he motioned to Lady Trevelyan's marked hand. "How does it feel having that mark on your hand?"

Trevelyan looked to her hand, flexing her fingers. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to how it makes my nerves feel."

"Well…" Varric said, patting a hand on Lady Trevelyan's back. "Just be ready to run at the first sign of trouble. I've written enough tragedies to see where this is going. Heroes are everywhere, but that hole in the sky?" Varric sighed, turning around to walk away. "We're going to need a miracle."

And that's when it clicked for Lady Trevelyan. No one else could seal the rifts, no one else had a chance to seal the sky but her. She was the miracle people needed and wanted. She was their herald.