Enarvyne stopped when he thought he saw two necromancers and an imperial soldier meeting up in a graveyard. Just a little past sunset, most everyone had already started to camp or was in their homes eating and enjoying the company of their loved ones. Crouching down behind a tree, he watched them.

A necromancer held out a satchel to the soldier. The soldier took the satchel and put his hand inside and rifled through the contents before closing the flap and slinging it over his shoulder. The necromancers turned and walked the opposite direction.

" A deal with blood abusers…." The soldier shook his head in disgust and walked off, heading for the road.

Following the soldier, Enarvyne used a potion of night eye.

He stopped when the soldier stopped.

When the soldier finally fell asleep while clutching his sword close to his chest, Enarvyne edged the satchel toward him. He stopped when the soldier shifted and then started snoring. Breathing a sigh of relief, he started looking through the contents.

Pulling out two journals, he started reading them. Daedric writing popped out as he flipped through the pages. He winced when the paper sliced his thumb. Putting the journal back, he flipped through the other one. This was also in Daedric. Closing the satchel, he slid it back in place and started back on the road again. Exhaustion nagged at him but he refused to get rest now.

It would be pointless considering the sun would be up in a few hours.

As the sun rose on the Imperial City, the people in the meeting chamber bickered over definitions of magic and whether it truly could be controlled over not.

Kyler positioned herself between Lasska and Dalave. High Chancellor Ocato left the room to breathe a little. Magister Elaninde and Grand Cleric Lairah left their chairs and stood opposite of each other, the Magister taking position behind King Alistair's representatives, and the Grand Cleric behind the Templars.

" Oh for sake of magic, you are all acting like children," Kyler declared and grabbed the parchment of Telind's hands and shredding it. " Tel, go make sure that Jociel is okay. Stokain arrived last night and he's recovered from the attack. The Grey Warden will need to make sure he's in acceptable health." She took the bosmer's seat. " Meer-Mah, you're a doll, but go get some fresh air. I'm sure you have a raging migraine,"

The foreigners stared at her curiously. She held up her hand to them and helped Meer-Mah out of her seat.

" Please for the sake of your sanity, calm the High Chancellor down." She asked of the Argonian.

Meer-Mah left. Dalave closed the door behind her. " No one will raise any weapons. We're going to solve this like adults. The pregnant woman is the judge. She thinks you're lying, then you're lying. Set aside the bitterness. Set aside the beliefs. We're all here to protect the people we care about." She seated herself in Meer-Mah's abandoned chair.

Kyler's eyebrow rose. " The pregnant woman's name is Kyler Devinus. I became intimately grateful for Fenris's help…May Witt rest and the necromancers leave his body alone. Otherwise I may have to kill a few necromancers, allies or not." She cleared her throat. " We understand everyone'e unique view. The Chantry, The Magisters, and The Fereldans. We also noted the Grey Warden's view on this entire mess and also the Hero of Kirkwall,"

Lasska's eyebrow rose.

" Oh, excuse me. I forgot to introduce my title. I am Task Master of the Anti-Necromancy Brotherhood," She smiled at them all kindly. " Don't worry, my daggers only bleed those who deserve it," She set her glass daggers on the tabletop.

A representative leaned forward. " What are you suggesting?" He asked neutrally.

She in turned looked to Dalave. " Yes, what are you suggesting, Dalave?" She could barely keep the smile off her face.

The Arch Mage put her hand on Kyler's shoulder. " Something that would please Witt to no end," She said before walking around the table watching everyone with sharp, critical stare. " We are going to agree to a truce, here in this room. We are not going to leave this room until each of us sign that document and walk out of here reluctant allies."

" You have yet to make a suggestion," The same representative pointed out.

Kyler cleared her throat. " I've had time to think…and time to take action. I can safely say that the people of Cyrodiil will wish to either close the portal or use it to explore your land. If we can not peacefully explore each other's lands, then the only option is to close it."

" At least that we can agree upon," Grand Cleric Lairah agreed.

The Magister frowned. " We can not pass up the opportunity to study this form of magic. To tap into it's powers,"

" No you can't and we would be more than willing to assist you," Dalave spoke up just as Lairah tried to argue. " That is…if the portal is left open after you return to your land," Her eyes stayed on the Grand Cleric.

The Magisters all agreed to keep the terms peaceful if Dalave could keep the training peaceful. " We'll have to work out the terms of training for a separate time," She said before nodding to Lasska.

Lasska stepped forward. " You wish to speak, Grand Cleric. Then speak. You have the floor," He stood behind Kyler and crossed his arms over his chest.

All eyes turned on the Grand Cleric. Kyler chuckled as she could practically see the see saw of power and tension shift ever so slightly after what seemed like a landslide move. The door opened and Jociel entered with Stokain. Kyler rose from the chair and tried to approach. Jociel stepped in between them.

" I don't want you getting sick," Jociel said gently.

Stokain smiled when he saw her belly.

" Please don't. I'm tired of hearing about sympathies and sorries," She warned him. " Cousland is the Grey Warden. She'll look you over in the corner there. If you need privacy, you can leave here with her."

The tough female moved from the wall next to Hawke and Fenris.

She signed the parchment with a flourish and nodded to Dalave.

" I really hope you're alright, Stoke," Kyler took a deep breath and took a seat at the table once more.

Grand Cleric Lairah cleared her throat. " How?"

Jociel answered her. " Magic. Something you despise," He escorted Cousland and Stokain from the room.

" We'll need to know if he's cured," Lasska shouted just before the door could close completely.

Kyler sighed and chewed her lip.

Telind entered with High Chancellor Ocato. The Altmer took his seat but said nothing.

" We don't want uncontrollable magic entering our land. Any individuals entering our land would have to prove they can't perform magic," The Grand Cleric said.

" And how would you test such people? Pit them against a person that is trying to kill them and not provide them a weapon to defend themselves?" Dalave said sharply.

Kyler cleared her throat. " We'd have a representative there, just as they would have a representative here. Of course Host laws should be respected. But we would have to ensure that host laws are not punitive toward individuals of magic," She folded her hands on the tabletop, not shrinking away from the solid stare.

The Grand Cleric turned her eyes on Ocato. " You are the grand authority here."

He nodded. " My advisers speak very wisely and express valid concerns. We can discuss them more deeply in private if you wish,"

Lairah's face twisted in disgust.

Lasska shook his head. " You should take some air, Grand Cleric. That mind frame is very counter productive," He shook his head again, his disapproval very clear.

She took her seat once more. " We'll need to take these concerns back to our superiors," She said in finality.

" Very well, you'll be provided an escort back to the portal. Remember any act of war constitutes war like responses," Ocato warned her.

The representatives stood. " We'll have to do the same,"

Hawke stepped away from the wall but Fenris remained still. Hawke signed the page next to Cousland. Fenris followed him, Kyler nodding in Fenris's direction. Meer-Mah wished them luck.

After everyone foreign had left, Kyler let out a sigh of relief. " It feels like we're wasting our breath,"

Lasska massaged her shoulder and hugged her shoulders against his chest.

Ocato nodded to Dalave Draren.

She nodded back.

" It is settled then. Either it's war or peace," Ocato stood.

Kyler covered her belly and sighed. " Why is it always those two options?" She asked no one.

Stokain let Cousland poke and prod him head to toe. " You're…cured. You don't feel the calling?"

" You mean that nagging sensation?"

" Yes, the nagging sensation," She allowed a smile. " I think this could be a reason for keeping the portal open,"

Stokain's eyebrow rose. He rubbed his head. After the amount of continuous magic performed on him, he was left with permanent headaches. Raksada suggested he retire from being a thief. Stokain suggested Raksada retire from being a pirate.

" Why are you doing that?"

" Because of the headaches. It wasn't exactly an easy cure…Three mages had to get substantial rest afterwards and I have permanent headaches," He answered lowering his hand. " So I'm okay to go around people?"

" Just as okay as I am. Grey Wardens are special. Without us, Archdemons will continuously live." She began to explain the transfer process that the Archdemon's soul takes if it is killed by anyone other than a Grey Warden. Stokain nodded and then smirked. " No, this doesn't make you a Grey Warden," She chided him gently.

He put his hand over hers. Then he kissed her cheek.

She let him off the table and he left the room. He gathered Kyler up in his arms outside and didn't let her go.

" If you need anything, and I mean anything, all you need to do is ask," He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek.

She nodded. " I know. And thank you," Her lip quivered a bit and then she followed Lasska and Dalave. " Oh Cousland – I look forward to your company if you ever return to this land." Cousland returned the courteous wave.

And just like that, everything hinged on how the respective superiors would decide.

** Sorry for not getting this out sooner. My mind got trapped behind a wall and didn't want to escape its clutches. I now have the choice of ending this fanfic here and starting a new one, or using this as the master fanfic and branching off with other fanfictions that are based off the actions of this one. **