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*Apologizes Profusely*

I felt like since I grew a little bit with my new friends and followers who are waiting on my story updates, that I should give y’all a disclaimer about my infrequent posting.

I struggle with depression and deep-rooted anxiety, so it’s a struggle to write the stories that I want to tell (without it sounding like a mess of commas). So I am always compiling notes about my stories for when I am physically able to write.

I know it’s not a good excuse, or at least not to me, to not write. However, I thought that y’all should understand that while I don’t post often, I will eventually get my stories out there.

It’s just hard to write and feel happy when you just feel like less of a person. There are days I can barely bring myself to do basic humans things, and I have a child that takes up most of my drive while I’m sinking down in my depression. Most of the time I’m trying, in vain, to keep my house clean and make sure that my daughter and husband eats, and by the time they go to bed and I have free time then I’m just drained, no matter how much I lay in bed wanting so desperately to write.

Ugh, I didn’t want this post to be a sob story. I know a ton more people have/and still are/ going through worse than what I have.

But I wanted to let y’all know that I will update. And hopefully soon.

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Feel the Burn - Chapter 3

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It had taken the better part of half an hour for her to dislodge her bike from the packed depths of the storage shed, after she’d found the correct one; that had been a chore in and of itself. Now she was coasting leisurely down the road to town. As she made her way towards the small town, she realized how much she actually missed her home. She still knew the fastest path to the Chinese place, and a wistful smile pulled at her lips.

How naive she’d been, thinking that her life was going to change for the better when she met Hans. He’d been charming and all around the perfect boyfriend. Being trapped, or so she felt like, in this small town, she thought her life was passing her by and she took the first chance she could to get out of here. Even if that chance involved marrying Hans.

She knew that it had been talked about, rumors of her being pregnant spurred by the talk of the quick plans to marry. Thankfully, she felt like she’d dodged a bullet by leaving. While Hans wasn’t completely demeaning to her, he still treated her no better than a servant. She recalled the night it started.

Anna walked into the house, only to find Hans reclining on his chair and was browsing some sort of website featuring cars. Her blue eyes looked over the living room, finding it an utter mess. Dishes and trash littered the glass coffee table, and random bits of clothes were strewn on the ground.

“Would it hurt you to pick up after yourself?” Anna chastised, hanging her coat in the closet.

“That’s what I have you for.” He said sweetly.

“No, I’ve had a long day at work and I’m not coming home to clean up after you.” She said, crossing her arms, “Especially when you don’t even go to work.”

In truth, they both didn’t have to work as they both had received a large inheritance. However, Anna still liked to be active and meet people and feel like she was making a difference.

An irritated look flashed across Hans’ face and her eyes narrowed at him.

“Please, Anna. It’s not like I sit around all day doing nothing. I do own the largest shipping company in the state.” He said, rolling his eyes and shutting the computer. “Managing a business is a very demanding task. One that your job as a little publicist isn’t even comparable to.”

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving the mess in the living room untouched. Anger sparked in her and she stomped after him.

“Anna, stop stomping around like a toddler who didn’t get her way.” He said, reaching for a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. “You write about products and events, how is that even comparable?”

“Excuse me, sir, it’s very demanding.” She stated, glaring at him..

“I’m sure.” He mused, pouring them both some wine and offering her one.

“I’m not cleaning your mess.” She said, refusing the glass.

“Neither am I, so why don’t you just save us some time and arguing and just do it like a good girl.” He said, setting her glass back down before adding. “Just think of it as practice for when you become my wife.”

He smiled gently and reached out to cup her chin. As he leaned in for a kiss, she abruptly pulled away.

“No. You’re an adult and you need to pick up after yourself.” She persisted.

Anger flashed in his eyes and his grip on her face tightened.

“Ow, Hans, you’re hurting me.” She said.

She shuddered at the memory, reminding herself that he wasn’t here and she was safe.

——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ——— ———

The restaurant hadn’t change on bit in the past three years she’d been gone. Other than the fact that for the middle of the day, it wasn’t busy at all. She frowned at it, hoping that their sales were doing alright, as she hopped off her bike and pushed the kickstand down with her foot before going inside.

“Is that who I think it is?” A portly female from behind the counter piped up. “Kai! Look! Anna’s here!”

“Well, as I live and breathe, do my eyes deceive me Gerda?” Kai said coming out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s just me, guys.” She said with a smile, stepping up to embrace them both before sitting down at the counter.

“I’ll get your order up right away.” Gerda said.

“But I haven’t or—” Anna started, but Gerda waved her words off.

“You came in here every weekend for three years before you left. I still remember.” She said with a smile. “Elsa orders just about every weekend now.”

Anna smiled, glad that her sister didn’t shut herself away after she left; as she thought she might do.

A slowly growing noise started building up behind her, and she turned to look out the windows behind her. A couple firetrucks had pulled up into the parking lot, along with a few police cars. Briefly, her head whipped back around to the kitchen, wondering if something was on fire. However, when her eyes and nose didn’t see or smell anything off, she looked back outside, watching the people exit their vehicles. Her eyes widened as she noticed a blonde individual climb out of the closest firetruck. A couple of the men clapped him on the back and they looked happy with him.

Kristoff.

Her head immediately whipped around and she attempted to block her face from the door, and people, as they entered and made their way to the back corner of the room and sat down. For the longest time she’d had a massive crush on Kristoff, but it hadn’t ever gone anywhere except for casual flirting. Then Hans came along and Kristoff had distanced himself from her and their friendship had fallen apart. It hurt to think about, since he was the person she had leaned on when her parents died and Elsa had seemed to shut her out as well.

She focused diligently on the counter in front of her, intently avoiding her want to look sideways and see Kristoff. At first she attempted to listen to their conversation, which involved them coming from a fire that they put out, but soon their words got quieter and she found herself wondering why. She wished her order was done already.

Don’t look Anna, don’t look… She thought to herself, trying very hard.

But she couldn’t stop herself and she turned her head slightly and peeked over at the corner. Most of the people over there were looking between her and Kristoff, whom she had made eye contact with. She can feel her face heat up and she whips her head back around, glaring down at the counter.

Stupid, stupid. She thought.

She then heard Kristoff excuse himself from the table and she felt her heart rate increase.

No, please don’t come over here, this is too embarrassing. She prayed hard.

“Hey, Anna. It’s good to see you.” Kristoff said, leaning against the counter to her right. She startled slightly at his voice, but covered it with a smile.

“H-hey, yeah.” She stammered, “You too.”

“What brings you back here?” He asked, “I thought you moved upstate and got married?”

“Well, I’m back.” She said, her voice tight at the reminder of why she’d returned.

Kristoff seemed to realized that he hit a nerve and he attempts to reach out in an apologetic manner. Anna recoils as if he’d burned her. She mentally cursed Hans for making her recoil from Kristoff. She knew he’d never hurt her, or at least she thought the same of Hans and here she was… could she actually trust him?

“Whoa, sorry…” He said, pulling back sadly, “I just… it’s good to see you.”

He gave her a sad smile, and she mentally sighed at being unable to be upset with him before giving him a smile in return.

“It’s good to see you too, Kristoff.” She said, just as Gerda returned from the kitchen with Anna’s order all bagged up.

She smiled at the woman and picked up her food, before returning her gaze back to Kristoff.

“I should go…” She said gently.

He looks a little disheartened, but nods and steps away from her.

“Maybe I’ll see you around more?” He asked.

“Maybe, bye Kristoff.”

“Bye… Anna.”

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HI! I just want you to know that I’m in LOOOVE with your work. I just can’t stop reading. And also I wanted to ask you if you have any work related or focused on Jelsa?

Thank you so much! I’m glad that someone else is enjoying my stories (aside from myself) lolI actually haven’t wrote anything Jelsa, but I do love the ship. Gives me an idea to make my Off the Grid story a Disney/Dreamworks crossover now!

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I hope you guys aren’t expecting an easy “happily ever after...” >.>;

Lips of an Angel - Oneshot

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Warnings: Angst Word Count: 805

Synopsis: Anna calls Kristoff and they realize that neither of them are over each other as much as they would like to think. Songfic based on the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. (I would highly suggest listening to the song as well while reading this.)

“Unofficial Official sequel to Marry Me” but can still be a stand-alone story if you like unresolved angst. ;)

Kristoff frowned as he looked over at his ringing phone. While no caller identification was attached to the number, he knew who it was by heart. His brown eyes shifted over to the woman sitting beside him. His girlfriend, Kara, was leaned over with her head resting on his legs while they were watching some show that she liked, and one that he hadn’t been paying much attention to. Something about vampires and two guys fighting over a girl… He shifted his weight and Kara sat up, looking at him.

“Who’s calling?” She asked, leaning back into the couch.

“Work.” He lied, moving to stand up. “Go ahead and watch without me, this won’t take too long.”

She gave him a smile and a thumbs up before focusing her attention back on the television. He felt a pang of shame and guilt for lying to her, but didn’t think that she would take too well of a girl calling him so late at night. They hadn’t dated, but Kara was easily jealous and he didn’t want to deal with any snide comments, so lying had been a gut reaction. He quickly pressed the answer button and walked across the hall and into the kitchen. What he didn’t realize was this would be the first of many calls in the days to come.

“Kristoff?” A female voice asked.

“Anna, why are you calling me so late?” He asked, peeking into the living room to see Kara still entranced with the show, “It’s kinda hard to talk right now…”

A quiet sniffle was his only response and he felt his stomach constrict with worry.

“Anna, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” He asked, quietly.

“Why are you whispering?” Anna asked softly, sounding as if she’d been crying.

“I gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud.” He explained.

“…why?” Anna asked, confused.

“Well, my girl’s in the next room…” He said gently, then added even quieter, “She’s great, but sometimes I wish she was you.”

A barely concealed sob answered him, and he felt like shit for even saying that. It was probably the last thing she wanted to hear right now.

“I guess we never really moved on, huh, Kristoff…” Anna stated.

Kristoff frowned, knowing that he’d never be over Anna… but she was the one that got married… he waited, but he was too late.

“It’s really good to hear your voice, saying my name.” Kristoff said with a broken laugh. “It sounds so sweet, coming from the lips of an angel.”

“Kristoff…” She said, another sob escaping.

“I never wanna say goodbye, but, Anna, you make it hard to be faithful…” Kristoff explained, but attempted to change the topic, knowing that this wasn’t safe for either of them. “It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight.”

“Why’s that?” Anna asked, “It couldn’t be because you had a stupid dream about me and what could have been?”

Kristoff raised a brow, wondering if she actually knew that he did, or if it was a lucky guess. It was a particularly naughty dream he had. However, that didn’t stop the image of her on her knees, head between his legs…

With the lips of an angel.

He shook his head, to clear the image and wound up thinking of how many times he missed an opportunity to kiss them and let her know how he felt… before she married that prick, Hans. Speaking of Hans… Kristoff sat down at the small dinner table.

“Does he know you’re talking to me?” He asked, “Will it start a fight?”

“Probably… does she know?” Anna asked in return.

“No, I don’t think she has a clue.” He said with a sigh, before asking her, “Anna, why are you calling me so late?”

“I need your—” She started hesitantly before the call immediately disconnected.

“Anna?” He asked, even though the dial tone was echoing in his ear.

He dialed her number back, but got a busy signal. He frowned, feeling unease settling in his stomach. Why was she crying?

“You okay?” Kara’s voice asked from behind him, startling him.

She raised her brows and stepped back, unsure what was causing his jumpiness.

“Kristoff?” She asked, uncertain.

“Sorry, uh, you startled me is all.” He stammered, “Just work, looks like they need me to come in…”

Kara pouted, but nodded her head.

“Okay… be safe.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“Always do.” He said, giving her a small smile and exiting the room.

Anna was in trouble, he could feel it. She called him crying, and he couldn’t think of going back to what he had been doing without, for sure, making sure she was okay.

But girl you make it hard to be faithful…

With the lips of an angel…

Anna, why you calling me so late?

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Lips of an Angel - Oneshot

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Warnings: Angst Word Count: 805

Synopsis: Anna calls Kristoff and they realize that neither of them are over each other as much as they would like to think. Songfic based on the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. (I would highly suggest listening to the song as well while reading this.)

“Unofficial Official sequel to Marry Me” but can still be a stand-alone story if you like unresolved angst. ;)

Kristoff frowned as he looked over at his ringing phone. While no caller identification was attached to the number, he knew who it was by heart. His brown eyes shifted over to the woman sitting beside him. His girlfriend, Kara, was leaned over with her head resting on his legs while they were watching some show that she liked, and one that he hadn’t been paying much attention to. Something about vampires and two guys fighting over a girl… He shifted his weight and Kara sat up, looking at him.

“Who’s calling?” She asked, leaning back into the couch.

“Work.” He lied, moving to stand up. “Go ahead and watch without me, this won’t take too long.”

She gave him a smile and a thumbs up before focusing her attention back on the television. He felt a pang of shame and guilt for lying to her, but didn’t think that she would take too well of a girl calling him so late at night. They hadn’t dated, but Kara was easily jealous and he didn’t want to deal with any snide comments, so lying had been a gut reaction. He quickly pressed the answer button and walked across the hall and into the kitchen. What he didn’t realize was this would be the first of many calls in the days to come.

“Kristoff?” A female voice asked.

“Anna, why are you calling me so late?” He asked, peeking into the living room to see Kara still entranced with the show, “It’s kinda hard to talk right now…”

A quiet sniffle was his only response and he felt his stomach constrict with worry.

“Anna, why are you crying? Is everything okay?” He asked, quietly.

“Why are you whispering?” Anna asked softly, sounding as if she’d been crying.

“I gotta whisper ‘cause I can’t be too loud.” He explained.

“…why?” Anna asked, confused.

“Well, my girl’s in the next room…” He said gently, then added even quieter, “She’s great, but sometimes I wish she was you.”

A barely concealed sob answered him, and he felt like shit for even saying that. It was probably the last thing she wanted to hear right now.

“I guess we never really moved on, huh, Kristoff…” Anna stated.

Kristoff frowned, knowing that he’d never be over Anna… but she was the one that got married… he waited, but he was too late.

“It’s really good to hear your voice, saying my name.” Kristoff said with a broken laugh. “It sounds so sweet, coming from the lips of an angel.”

“Kristoff…” She said, another sob escaping.

“I never wanna say goodbye, but, Anna, you make it hard to be faithful…” Kristoff explained, but attempted to change the topic, knowing that this wasn’t safe for either of them. “It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight.”

“Why’s that?” Anna asked, “It couldn’t be because you had a stupid dream about me and what could have been?”

Kristoff raised a brow, wondering if she actually knew that he did, or if it was a lucky guess. It was a particularly naughty dream he had. However, that didn’t stop the image of her on her knees, head between his legs…

With the lips of an angel.

He shook his head, to clear the image and wound up thinking of how many times he missed an opportunity to kiss them and let her know how he felt… before she married that prick, Hans. Speaking of Hans… Kristoff sat down at the small dinner table.

“Does he know you’re talking to me?” He asked, “Will it start a fight?”

“Probably… does she know?” Anna asked in return.

“No, I don’t think she has a clue.” He said with a sigh, before asking her, “Anna, why are you calling me so late?”

“I need your—” She started hesitantly before the call immediately disconnected.

“Anna?” He asked, even though the dial tone was echoing in his ear.

He dialed her number back, but got a busy signal. He frowned, feeling unease settling in his stomach. Why was she crying?

“You okay?” Kara’s voice asked from behind him, startling him.

She raised her brows and stepped back, unsure what was causing his jumpiness.

“Kristoff?” She asked, uncertain.

“Sorry, uh, you startled me is all.” He stammered, “Just work, looks like they need me to come in…”

Kara pouted, but nodded her head.

“Okay… be safe.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“Always do.” He said, giving her a small smile and exiting the room.

Anna was in trouble, he could feel it. She called him crying, and he couldn’t think of going back to what he had been doing without, for sure, making sure she was okay.

But girl you make it hard to be faithful…

With the lips of an angel…

Anna, why you calling me so late?

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Feel the Burn - Chapter 2

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Kristoff grunted as he braced his feet as water burst from the open end of the fire hose that he and five others were gripping. They arced the spray across the burning building, sweat beading down the side of Kristoff’s face. Luckily for them, no one was home when the house caught fire so it was straight-forward call: put the fire out. No rescues, no—

A high pitched wailing just barely reached his ears and he looked back to see a young girl, no older than six, fighting against her mother’s arms. It wasn’t unusual for a kid to be upset that their house was on fire. Most of them had attachments to their toys, and he attempted to focus on his current task to direct the hose.

Movement in his peripherals caught his attention, and he barely had time to react. With five other men holding the hose, he didn’t second guess his decision to release it and reach out for the small child that was sprinting towards the house. He caught hold of her arm as she attempted to run past, and hoisted her into the air and up on his hip.

“Whoa there, kid. What are you doing?” He reprimanded, looking at her with disapproval.

She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face as she pointed towards the house.

“Tibby!” She cried, reaching towards the house.

His brow furrowed as he turned, walking her back to her parents.

“I’m sure they can buy you a new Tibby.” He said, imagining some stuffed animal.

“Oh, thank you.” The mother cried, relieved as she darted up to them. “I looked away for a second…”

“Tibby!” The girl wailed again as Kristoff placed the child in her mother’s arms.

A pained look crossed the woman’s face and Kristoff felt off about it.

“Ma’am, is there a pet in the house?” He asked, adrenaline spiking through him.

“Yes, her kitten, Tibby.” the mother said, “But I’m sure he’s gotten out…”

Kristoff didn’t want to take that chance.

“Where do you leave the cat when you leave?” He barked.

As soon as he received the information he needed, he sprinted towards the Chief; his father.

“Sir, there’s a cat inside.” Kristoff relayed, opening the side of the firetruck to retrieve his mask.

“Kristoff, it’s probably dead already.” He said.

“Pabbie, I have to try for that little girl.” Kristoff pleaded.

A moment passed, and he watched his father’s expression for his permission. Not like he would listen to him anyways.

“I’m going.” Kristoff said, doning his mask and sprinting into the house.

The house was filled with thick smoke, obscuring his vision as he made his way through the house. He was thankful for his uniform, as he pushed through a wall of fire to reach his destination. The mother said they put the kitten in the laundry room when they left, so he was praying that it was still alive.

Creaking above alerted him to the weakening of the house’s structure, and he pushed forwards, reaching the door to the room. Due to the heat from the fire, and the water, the door had expanded and he stepped back. Lifting his right foot he reared back and kicked the door in, in one swift motion. The door splintered and snapped open, allowing him entrance to the untouched room.

He looked around, scanning quickly over the piles of laundry. A faint mewing reached his ears and he located the animal cowering behind the dryer.

“Come on Tibby. I got ya.” He said, effortlessly pulling the dryer out of the way.

The cat was terrified, to say the least, so he was expecting him to run out of the room as soon as he was discovered. Smoke inhalation made the kitten weak, so Kristoff was able to thwart it’s attempt to escape. He picked up the kitten and tucked him into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“Hang tight.” He said before starting out of the room, just as the roof above him collapsed.

Pabbie frowned as he looked towards the entrance of the house.

“Come on, Kristoff, where are ya…” He said quietly to himself, as if saying it would make his son materialize.

The sound of creaking reached his ears, and his heart plummeted as he watched the roof cave in on the house. He let out a gust of air that he didn’t know he’d been holding as he watched a soot-covered Kristoff stumble out of the house, ripping his mask off and gasping for air.

Kristoff couldn’t pull in enough of the clean air fast enough. He had thought he was a goner when the roof collapsed. His father was the first to run up to him, clasping his shoulder.

“That was a fool thing you did.” He reprimanded before pulling him in for a hug. “But I’m damn proud of you.”

An angry mewl sounded as the men hugged, and Kristoff backed up and pulled the kitten from his jacket.

“Be right back, pa.” He said, moving towards the little girl and her mother.

Pabbie watched with a smile as his son handed over the small kitten and the young girl wrap her arms around him. He briefly wondered when Kristoff would settle down and give him a grandchild to spoil, but knew that wasn’t a good topic for him. As Kristoff returned to the group, Pabbie turned to the rest of the men as they continued to hose down the house.

“Hope you boys like Chinese.” He bellowed with a smile, “Dinner’s on me.”

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This is how I like to imagine Kristoff in action for my story, Feel the Burn.

He most likely doesn’t know that his photo was taken here, he’s just focusing on figuring out how to stop the fire from spreading.

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Off the Grid - Chapter 2

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An incessant beeping caused Anna to jolt upright in bed. Her red hair resembled a frayed haystack on her head and a line of drool had been creeping its way from the corner of her mouth, where it had also snagged some of her hair. Yawning, she swiped the hair and drool from her face before leaning over and slapping the alarm off. Grumbling something unintelligible she rested her head in her hands, as her elbows rested on her knees. Then, ever so slowly, she started sinking forwards towards the bed. Until her head slipped from her hands and sent a rush of adrenaline through her, and again, causing her to jolt upright.

“I’m up!” She called out— a knee-jerk reaction.

Groaning, she cracked an eye open to peek over at the alarm clock. Her eyes snapped open and she flew out of bed with an unusual amount of dexterity as she launched herself to her closet, searching for something to wear. She was going to be late on her first day of work! Well, it wouldn’t be the first time she would be late to a job… however, she didn’t want to see Elsa’s smug face when she lost her job… again. But hey, sixteenth times the charm, right?

She wasn’t completely inept at her other jobs, but they just never suited her. This one seemed like it might be the best fit. Her sister had gotten her a job as one of the communications operators, since, for one, she couldn’t stop talking, and a position just opened up. How that position opened up, she preferred not to think about. It had been a complete accident, if they hadn’t been wandering outside of the gates… Anna shuddered pulling on a pair of distressed dark green skinny jeans, black tank-top, and a dingy black leather jacket before running out of the door.

Luckily for her, they didn’t seem to notice her tardiness and she took a seat in the only available spot in the small room. She shared the room with three other people, being in one of the three communications towers in Annandale. How could she mess this up? All she would be doing is talking to people and relaying instructions and locations of the Runner’s whereabouts. Easy. Since it was her first day, she was assigned only one runner, to make it easier on her to learn how to do her job rather than have her attention divided too much. So she flicked on her radio and stuck the earpiece in her ear and cleared her throat nervously.

“This is Tower One…” She started, looking down at the sheet in front of her with her Runner’s information. “Christopher, do you copy?”

There was a pause on the line, and she heard a sigh on the other end.

“It’s actually just Kristoff— but I copy, Tower One.” A male voice replied.

“Oh, uh, right. Sorry.” Anna stuttered, turning a light shade of red.

He remained silent on the other end for a beat.

“So, are you going to give me my orders?” He questioned irritably.

“…your orders? Your orders!” She scrambled momentarily to read down the page attached to his information, relaying the information to him.

If her face wasn’t red before, it was flaming red now. She felt an overwhelming need to apologize for her lack of readiness.

“Sorry, I’m new and I don’t know all the ropes—” She started before being cut off by Kristoff.

“Listen, can you just stop talking so I can concentrate so I don’t— you know— get eaten?!” Kristoff retorted.

She caught her lip between her teeth as her breath caught in her throat. Shame coursed through her again, and she remained silent. Of course she was only there to relay orders and information, not give this guy her story. He was out there with zombies lurking about, of course he needed to focus on that and not her incessant talking. It didn’t stop his reprimand from hurting her feeling though, no matter how right he was. So it was easy to say that her first day on the job was not going well, at least the first four hours wasn’t.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” Kristoff said around the five hour mark.

She knew he was referring to his snapping, but she didn’t reply, not wanting to make even more of a fool of herself.

“Tower One, do you copy?” He asked.

“This is Tower One, I copy.” She replied.

“Listen, I am sorry. My Mama would feed me to the zombies out here if she heard what I said.” Kristoff sighed. “So let me make it up to you. I’ll bring you back something. What do you want?”

“Anything?” Anna asked, unsure if he’d be able to deliver what she had in mind.

“Anything.” He replied.

“Chocolate!”

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Feel the Burn - Chapter 1

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Anna smiled softly as she exited the cab of the taxi in front of a familiar red brick building. It was a two story ranch-style house that sat at the end of a dead end drive on the outskirts of the city. The house used to belong to her parents, but after their death it was inherited by her older sister, Elsa. It brought back memories, both happy and sad. Pushing them aside, she turned to look back at the taxi driver, who had just unloaded her four suitcases from the back of the car. She gave him a smile and thanked him, before starting her way up the white stone steps leading up to the front door.

She lifted her hand to knock, unsure if she should just barge on in. Especially after her unceremonious departure from the house in the first place. Furrowing her brow, she steeled herself and knocked on the door and waited…

And waited…

And waited some more.

She sighed and walked back down the steps to where her suitcases were and sat down on one of them. It wasn’t unlike Elsa to not answer when she knocked, as she did that quite frequently after their parents died.

Does she even want me here? Anna wondered to herself as she glanced up at the large house. Of course she does, we’re sisters. She loves me…

Despite the fact that she believed that, Elsa wasn’t answering. So she got up and walked determinedly up the stair and tried the door.

Locked.

Groaning, she stomped down the steps and sat on the stoop, her head resting grumpily in her hands. Where was Elsa? It wasn’t as if her sister didn’t know she was coming today. The sound of gravel crunching under tires soon reached her ears and she stood up. Her hand shielded her face from the sun as she watched an unfamiliar car coming down the dirt driveway. However, a smile soon broke out on her face as she realized who was driving the car.

“Elsa!” She called out, jumping up from her seat and darting to the car as it parked in front of the house.

She bounced impatiently while waited for Elsa, who was taking her time, to get out of the car. As she started in for a hug, Elsa’s hands flew up between them as she gasped in fear, causing Anna to freeze with her arms still outstretched. Elsa looked a little mortified, with an embarrassed blush staining her cheeks. Sure they hadn’t been close since their parent’s died… but Anna had hoped…

“Hi.” Elsa said, seeming at a loss for what to say.

Anna stood there, momentarily speechless before finding some words to speak.

“Oh, um.. Hi.” Anna replied, awkwardly.

“You look beautiful.” Elsa said with a smile, reaching out to touch her sister’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” Anna beamed, before adding, “You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful.”

Anna sighed heavily at her blundering, while Elsa gave a small sound of amusement.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Elsa said, turning to lead the way towards the house.

“You are?” Anna asked, a little shocked before recovering. “I mean, you are! So am I. I missed this place. And you.”

She quickly followed after her, stopping only to collect her luggage and clamber up the stoop and into the house. A small bead of sweat had formed on her brow by that time, and she sighed as she set the luggage down in the foyer.

“It’s warmer here than I remember.” Anna said, wiping her brow. “It’s a lot colder, in New York.”

“I seem to recall you liking the warm weather?” Elsa asked, grabbing two of her four suitcases and leading her up the stairs towards Anna’s old room.

As they entered, Anna noted that it hadn’t changed a bit since she left for New York, nine years ago. It made her both happy, and sad.

“Well… I’ll let you get unpacked.” Elsa said, setting the suitcases down. “Do you care for takeout?”

“Only if it’s Kai’s kung pao chicken.” Anna grinned.

“Fine, but they don’t deliver, so you will have to go pick it up. The keys are downstairs by the door.” Elsa informed.

“Do you still have my bike?” Anna asked.

“You can look in the shed, around back.” Elsa offered, before exiting her room.

Anna smiled and flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. However, her smile soon faded and she sat back up. Unpacking could wait, needed to wait. She bounced up off her bed, out of her room, and was down the stairs in the blink of an eye; her stomach rumbling at the thought of Chinese takeout.

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Feel the Burn Chapter List

Fandom: Frozen AU, Modern Pairing(s): Kristanna (Kristoff/Anna) Warnings: Domestic Abuse Rating: M+ Synopsis: A retired policeman attempts to rekindle a romance between his son, who is a member of the fire and rescue squad, and his old flame, who quit her job as a publicist and is returning home after a nasty breakup with her fiancé.

(Inspired by the movie: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (2008)

CHAPTERS (please note that they will be alternating pov between the characters)

Chapter 1 - Anna Chapter 2 - Kristoff Chapter 3 - Anna

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Marry Me - Oneshot

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Kristanna Warnings: Angst Word Count: 1238

Synopsis: Anna is getting married, and Kristoff wants to stop her. A songfic based on the song: Marry Me by Thomas Rhett (I would highly suggest listening to the song as well while reading this.)

Kristoff strummed softly on the guitar in his hands. The sounds of the chords ringing throughout the recording studio always helped to put him at ease. However, today they were doing anything but comfort him. He sighed and leaned back against the sofa he was sitting in front of, his mom would probably smack him for sitting on the floor in a black suit and wrinkling it. Kristoff sighed as he looked over at the small, worn, handmade card, laying on the table next to him. Just looking at it, a memory invaded his mind.

Anna smiled as she looked over at Kristoff. They were currently hanging out in her bedroom, Kristoff playing with his guitar and her laying on her stomach on her bed.

“You’re really good, you know?” She commented, “You should totally play at my wedding.”

His finger stilled their strumming and looked over at her with raised brows, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re getting married?” He asked.

“Not right now, silly.” She said, reaching over and giving him a gentle shove. “But I would like to one day. I’ve got it all planned out. It’s gonna be perfect.”

Suddenly, he was hit with inspiration for a song. It tugged at his heart, and he knew this might be the only way he could get through this day. He started picking at the strings and opened his mouth to sing.

“She wants to get married, she wants it perfect. She wants her granddaddy preaching the service. Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country. Not too many people, save her daddy some money.

Ooh, she got it all planned out. Yeah, I can see it all right now.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.

Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don't wanna marry me...”

“That sounded amazing, Kristoff.” A voice came over the intercom, breaking his train of thought. “I thought I might find you here.”

He looked up to see his best friend, and manager, Sven, standing on the other side of the glass. Kristoff nodded for him to come in. Sven came in and took a seat on the couch a couple feet away from him.

“You okay?” He asked, putting a hand on Kristoff’s shoulder.

“Not sure.” Kristoff replied, standing up and moving back to sit on the couch as well.

His eyes flicked over to the card on the table again. Sven followed his gaze and picked up the card.

“She’s getting married.” Kristoff deadpanned, looking down at the guitar, a hollow ache forming in his chest. “She wants me to come to her wedding.”

“Are you?” Sven asked, looking over at him. “Wait, is this your Anna?”

“She’s not mine.” Kristoff growled snatching the card from him and set it back down, wishing she was his.

Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked down at Anna. They were standing so close and he could see her chest rising and falling softly. They’d been friends for forever, and he couldn’t help the feelings he was developing for her, but he didn’t know if she felt the same.

“You look beautiful.” He said, a small smile on his face.

“You think so?” She asked, nervously, wringing her hands together.

“Yes.” He said, taking her hands, to stop her fidgeting.

A smile formed on her face, and he felt himself leaning in to kiss her lips. Yet, the sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs stopped him. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he let her go and stepped back.

“Your date is here.” He said, turning away from her, to hide his disappointment.

“Kristoff…” She started, but was cut off by him.

“You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He said a little harsh.

He didn’t see the hurt on her face before she turned and left.

He didn’t know how long him and Sven sat there in silence, only broken by the sound of his voice singing the next part of the song.

“I remember the night when I almost kissed her. Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever. And I always wondered if she felt the same way.”

He glanced over at the wedding invitation on the table as he sang.

“When I got the invite, I knew it was too late. And I know her daddy's been dreading this day. Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.

Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don't wanna marry me.”

Kristoff sighed, looking over at Sven.

“What do I do? She’s getting married today…” He asked, lost.

“What do you mean, what do you do?” Sven asked, bewildered. “You’re sitting here writing a song about how much you love her, and she doesn’t even know?”

Kristoff frowned, looking down at the card. He could imagine her standing there, looking beautiful with the warm glow of the sun bouncing off her.

“You should get ready.” Sven said, interrupting his daydream.

“For?” Kristoff asked, unsure what he was eluding to.

“The wedding. You have to talk to her.” Sven said, taking the guitar from him. “What are you doing sitting here? Go stop her.”

Kristoff smiled at his friend and reached out to clasp his hand.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You can thank me when you bring her to meet me.” Sven said, pulling him into a hug. “Now go get her.”

Kristoff sat in his truck in the church parking lot. It was crowded with much more people than he thought she would have wanted. He always remembered her saying she wanted a small, intimate wedding. This looked like the exact opposite. He was attempting to talk himself into go in there, but he couldn’t help but to put his thoughts and feelings into a song. He quietly started to sing to himself.

“Bet she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now. I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now. But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I'll wish her the best now.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back. Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.”

He couldn’t let her get away… not like this, and not without him telling her how he felt. It was selfish, but he didn’t care. He quickly jumped out of the truck and raced across the parking lot and into the large cathedral.

Yeah, she wanna get married.

Yeah, she gonna get married.

As he got inside, he could hear the minister talking.

“...Hans, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part?” He was asking.

He was going to be too late...

But she ain't gonna marry me.

He burst into the room, many heads whipping around to look at him… including hers.

Whoa, she ain't gonna marry me, no.

Anna.

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Drabble #1

She frowned as she looked around the marble-tiled room. It looked like something out of a fantasy, unreal. Someone clearing their throat behind her caused her to whirl around. She found herself staring into a pair of red eyes, narrowed in irritation.

“What are you doing in my home?” He growled, perfect white teeth flashing menacingly.

“I, uh..” She stammered.

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She sighed, leaning against the side of the cream colored, soft leather couch as she flicked through the channels on the television. Sunlight was streaming through the large window beside her, casting a warm light across her body.

Movement outside of the window caught her attention, and she turned her head to find a woman standing outside with a shocked expression on her face. Before she could do anything, the woman turned and quickly retreated back down the paved sidewalk that ran alongside the house.

… somewhere in the house, people withdrew quietly, aborting their mission.

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His cool hands brushed across her face as she looked up at him, fearful.

“I will not let any harm come to you.” He said softly. “I promise.”

He pulled her close, anger coursing through him at the thought of people in his home who wished to do harm. Especially when he was unable to do anything in his sleeping-state. Vampires protect what was theirs.

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Fear twisted in her gut as she raced along the lawn. No, this couldn’t be happening. Why was he doing this? She pushed harder, her breath ragged as she reached the bottom of the extravagant staircase that would lead her to the front door.

As she started to ascend, a pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her away. She was roughly shoved into the backseat of a black sedan, the door slamming behind her.

“Let me out of here!” She screamed, hitting and kicking the window pane.

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She quickly stabbed the pen into the man’s jugular, shoving past him and out of the sedan. She could see him being led out of the house. Her legs pushed faster as she sprinted up the first flight of the stairs, screaming his name.

A brief moment of fear and regret flashed on his face, moments before they decapitated him.

“No!” She screamed, her heart tearing as she ran faster.

She fell to her knees beside him, screaming into his chest as hot tears ran down her cheeks. He couldn’t be gone. No, no, no...

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3 - The Herald of Andraste

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Nothing but blackness waited for her. She couldn’t tell if she was dead or not, and if she was, then she had surely been sent to the deepest pits of the underworld. The dark void was endless and unchanging. Occasionally she thought she saw Solas standing just in her peripheral vision, but he would disappear every time she turned to get a better look. She chalked it up to her going mad in this endless expanse. But, the darkness began to fade, replaced by a warm red, as sound started to fill her ears. She could hear faint whispers that she couldn’t make out what they were saying. With the sound came the feeling of being paralyzed, she was trapped in her mind.

It was hard to tell time in this state. She kept track of how many minutes passed, for all of six hours, before becoming bored and instead focused on the sounds around her. The voices were distorted and caused her head much pain when she tried to focus on what was being said. So she didn’t try; she just existed.

When she finally woke for good, she found herself atop a soft bed with pillows cushioned around her. She had thought she was going to remain in that state forever, but it was a sound of something dropping that woke her up; and she was so thankful. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes at the ability to feel her body again. Turning her head, she found herself looking out into a small room and she wasn’t alone. A young ellon was in the room with her.

“Oh!” The ellon gasped, dropping the small box she was clutching, looking fearful. “I didn’t know you were awake, I swear!”

“Don’t worry about it. I only-” Wynne started, trying not to startle the child, but stopped upon watching the ellon fall to her knees.

Her voice was raspy from not being used, and her throat dry. She started to speak again, but the young elf spoke first.

“I beg your forgiveness and your blessing. I am but a humble servant.” She said, her forehead touching the floor. “You are back in Haven, my lady.”

Her head lifted ever so slightly, “They say you saved us. The Breach stopped growing, just like the mark on your hand.”

At the mention of the mark, she turned and looked down at her left hand, watching the faint green glow crackle over her hand like lightning. The ellon looked at her hand as well.

“It’s all anyone has talked about for the last three days.” She said, happy.

Three days? Was that it? It had felt like an eternity. But at least she did it. They were safe.

“Then the danger is over.” Wynne breathed, relief washing over her.

“The Breach is still in the sky, but that’s what they say.” She said gently, then with more haste. “I’m certain Lady Cassandra would want to know you’ve wakened. She said, ‘At once.’”

A frightened look overcame the ellon again, and she stood up and shuffled backwards towards the door, wringing her hands.

“And where is she?” Wynne asked, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of her bed.

“In the Chantry, with the Lord Chancellor. ‘At once,’ she said.” The girl said before darting out of the door, leaving Wynne alone.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of the elf that was afraid of her. She closed what she could of the damn hole in the sky. Why were they so scared of her? Hadn’t she proved herself innocent of causing this mess? She angrily brushed the tears from her face and stood up. Her body was weak, but nothing that she hadn’t dealt with before during harsh winters when food was scarce.

She needed to speak to Cassandra and find out what was going on. Then… she was going home. The thought of being back in the Free Marches brought a buoyancy to her step. She could almost feel the cool grass on the pads of her feet as she stalked her prey. Sighing, she opened her eyes and strode purposefully towards the door. Nothing prepared her for what lay outside.

Upon opening the door, she found that a crowd awaited her with armed guards saluting her as if she were someone with great power. Although it wasn’t untrue, her mark surely counted for something, but it still unnerved her. She was just an elf, a Dalish elf. Timidly, she walked forwards, hoping to get past them. Their eyes followed her every movement and hushed whispers reached her delicate ears.

“That’s her. That’s the Herald of Andraste.” A voice said softly, “They say when she came out of the Fade that Andraste herself was watching over her.”

“Hush, we shouldn’t disturb her.” A female voice chastised.

Wynne wanted to bolt, this feeling wasn’t something she wanted. The Herald of Andraste? What did that even mean. She was no messenger of a God. She was a spy, a thief… an elf. Sighing, she pushed the thoughts from her mind, heading towards the Chantry building. It wasn’t hard to miss, as it was easily the biggest building in Haven. What a perfect name for this place.

As she passed through the city, people would stop what they were doing to watch her walk by, all conversation halting in her presence. It was starting to annoy her. There was one group of people who didn’t pay her no heed as she passed, instead gossiping about her.

“That’s her. She stopped the Breach from getting any bigger.” A boy said in awe.

“I heard she was supposed to close it entirely.” Another replied in disgust.

“Still, it’s even more than anyone else has done. Demons would have had us otherwise.” The boy compromised.

Wynne looked over at the group at the source of the two voices. The boy was an elf, taller than her and was wearing attire to indicate that he must have been a city elf; a servant. The other voice belonged to a beautiful raven haired woman. Her ice blue eyes bore into Wynne as they made eye contact. Dropping her gaze, she picked up her pace to the Chantry.

Once entering the giant double doors, her worries about the people outside were all but forgotten. The interior was decorated with candles and books lining the walls. Wynne had always been an avid reader, getting her hands on any books she could find during their encounters with humans. But this… this was extraordinary.

The sound of voices from the far end of the hall caught her attention. If not for her keen senses, she wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but nonetheless she moved towards the door, listening in on the conversation behind closed doors. It felt wrong, but she heard her name, and wanted to know why they were talking about her in private.

“... have you gone completely mad? She should be taken to Val Royeaux immediately to be tried by whomever becomes Divine.” Chancellor Roderick’s voice exclaimed.

“I will not believe she is guilty.” Cassandra replied.

“The elf failed Seeker. The Breach is still in the sky! For all you know, she intended it this way.” Chancellor Roderick said persuasively.

“I do not believe that.” Cassandra snapped, her tone hard.

“That is not for you to decide.” The Chancellor sneered. “Your duty is to serve the Chantry”

“My duty is to serve the principles on which the Chantry was founded Chancellor.” Cassandra replied with equal disgust. “As is yours.”

Wynne had enough. If they were going to talk about her, then she was going to be in the room. She yanked the door open and found herself looking into a large room, where Cassandra stood with Chancellor Roderick and Leliana, two armed guards stood by the door. No sooner had she entered the room, the Chancellor spoke again.

“Chain her! I want her prepared for travel to the capital for trial.” Chancellor Roderick ordered.

“Disregard that, and leave us.” Cassandra ordered.

They saluted her and turned sharply on their heels and retreated from the room, closing the door behind them. Wynne looked over at the Chancellor, whose face was beet red.

“You walk a dangerous line, Seeker.” Chancellor Roderick sneered from across the table.

“The Breach is stable, but it is still a threat.” Cassandra said darkly, walking up to the Chancellor until they stood but a few inches apart, “I will not ignore it.”

“I did everything I could to close the Breach.” Wynne said, backing up Cassandra, “It almost killed me.”

“Yet you live. A convenient result, insofar as you’re concerned.” Roderick condemned.

“Have a care, Chancellor.” Cassandra warned. “The Breach is not the only threat we face.”

Leliana stepped forwards, in an attempt to diffuse the situation between the two.

“Someone was behind the explosion at the Conclave. Someone Most Holy did not expect.” She reasoned, then adding in an accusing tone towards the Chancellor. “Perhaps they died with the others; or have allies who yet live.”

“I am a suspect?” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“You, and many others.” Leliana confirmed.

“But not the prisoner?” He said, exasperated.

“I heard the voices in the Temple. The Divine called to her for help.” Cassandra vouched.

Wynne couldn’t help but to smile at Cassandra standing up for her. It was the noblest thing a human had ever done for her, a Dalish elf.

“So her survival, that thing on her hand; all a coincidence?” He said, not listening to reason.

“Providence. The Maker sent her to us in our darkest hour.” Cassandra replied.

“You realize I’m an elf. A Dalish elf.” Wynne said, airing her doubts.

“I have not forgotten.” Cassandra said, disapproval flicking across her features. “No matter what you are, or what you believe, you are exactly what we needed when we needed it.”

“The Breach remains, and your mark is still our only hope of closing it.” Leliana said gently.

Realization dawned on her, they wanted her to stay; needed her to stay. She wasn’t going to get to go home. A hollow ache formed in her chest as she looked to Cassandra, who had retreated to the back of the room.

“This is not for you to decide.” He said.

Cassandra returned, hefting a thick book under her arm that made a resounding thump on the table as she slammed it down.

“Do you know what this is, Chancellor?” Cassandra asked, pointing to the book. “A writ from the Divine, granting us the authority to act. As of this moment, I declare the Inquisition reborn."

She advanced on the Chancellor, causing him to retreat in fear.

“We will close the Breach, we will find those responsible, and we will restore order. With or without your approval.” She promised.

Chancellor Roderick seemed like he was going to say something else, but he bit his tongue and walked out of the room without another word. As he left, Cassandra looked fearful as to what he might do after realizing her meaning. She ran a hand through her hair nervously as Leliana walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder in reassurance before looking towards Wynne.

“This is the Divine’s directive: rebuild the Inquisition of old. Find those who will stand against the chaos.” Leliana informed her, “We aren’t ready. We have no leader, no numbers, and now no Chantry support.”

“But we have no choice. We must act now.” Cassandra said, then turned to Wynne. “With you at our side.”

This was the moment she had been dreading. Them asking her to stay and help close the Breach. In the darkest place in her mind she knew that she wasn’t finished, that she still had a great deal to do before she was allowed the peace to return home.

“When I woke up, I certainly didn’t picture this outcome.” Wynne replied.

“Neither did we.” Leliana agreed.

“Help us fix this before it’s too late.” Cassandra implored, extending her hand towards the elf.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Wynne stepped forwards and grasped the woman’s outstretched arm and sealed her fate within the Inquisition.

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2 - The Temple of Sacred Ashes

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Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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The road to the Temple was steep, covered in snow and fire. She hadn’t realized before, just how badly human bodies smelled when they were burning. The acrid smell burned her nose and she had to stop and catch her breath. It didn’t smell like that of an animal you would cook over a fire. Instead it had a fog of humanity to it, and it would forever be seared into her memories. Hunting for her Clan had never prepared her for something like this. Being a hunter meant taking a life to feed her family. This state they were in, made her realize just how sheltered she’d been from the dangers and animosity of humanity, and she did not want to be a part of it.

More than once, they passed dead or dying humans, many of which she was horrified to find that they were still alive; and there was nothing she could do to save them. It left a hollow feeling in her chest. It may be true that she cared not for the humans, but it seemed cruel of her to leave them there. The only thing driving her was the solace that the faster she could seal this Breach, then they would stop dying.

As they reached the ruins of the gateway, leading to the Temple’s courtyard, they watched in horror as a ball of green fire landed on a fleeing soldier. Wynne rushed to save him, but there wasn’t anything she could do. Her breath caught in her throat looking at the human, just a boy by human age. He was gasping for breath when she reached him and all she could do was offer him someone to cling to as his body passed into the Fade. Nobody said a word as she comforted the boy, and they said nothing still as she got up and they continued pushing forwards.

Wynne was angry at this point, and her anger drove her to crest the stairs that they boy had fallen at, only to be met with demons. They were swarming the remaining soldiers in the area. It looked grim for those remaining. Without thinking, she pulled out her bow and fired a powerful shot into one of the demons about to deal a fatal strike to one of them. It distracted the demon long enough for the soldier to find their sword and cut it down. They exchanged a brief look before she broke eye contact and dropped down to their level, already aiming at another target, the others following behind her.

Once the demons had been killed, and the rift sealed, Wynne took a moment to breathe; trying hard to not let the pervading smell of human flesh burn her nose. At that moment, Solas made his way towards her, an amused smile on his face.

“Sealed, as before. You are becoming quite proficient at this.” He said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Luckily for her, Varric strode up, preventing her from saying something she might have regretted.

“Let’s hope it works on the big one.” He said somberly.

Wynne averted her gaze, staring out at the chaos around them. She could remember first being here, before the explosion. The Temple was beautiful, well crafted, and the foliage had been groomed to perfection… and now? It was a desolate waste, tainted by death.

“Lady Cassandra, you managed to close the rift? Well done.” A voice spoke from behind her.

Turning, she located the source as the soldier she had saved from a demon, upon arriving. She looked him over, taking in the swath of golden curls on his head, and amber eyes that were fixed on her, even as he spoke to Cassandra. She felt blood rush to her cheeks, and up into her ears as she shifted under his penetrating gaze. Her stomach flipped, and she couldn’t place the feeling that he was giving her. Suddenly, all eyes were on her as Cassandra motioned in her direction.

“Do not congratulate me, Commander. This is the prisoner’s doing.” She said, looking at Wynne.

Slight anger flared in her at being called a prisoner, surely she’d proven herself not guilty by now. Alas, she bit her tongue and remained quiet, for now.

“Is it?” He asked, seeming pleased, “I hope they’re right about you. We’ve lost a lot of people getting you here.”

A pang of guilt ripped through her and she dropped her gaze, saddened by the lives lost for her sake, before speaking.

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try my best.” She offered, looking into his amber eyes once more.

“That’s all we can ask.” He said, before turning back to Cassandra. “The way to the Temple should be clear. Leliana will try to meet you there.”

“Then we’d best move quickly. Give us time, Commander.” She said, looking towards the others.

Wynne breathed heavily at the thought of what was to come. She didn’t even have to look to know that Solas’ eyes were on her. She didn’t know what unnerved herself about his gaze, but he looked at her like she was a specimen to be studied. Shaking her head, she chalked it up to him being curious about the Mark; he is a mage after all.

Before they left, the Commander left a final prayer for them, directing his sight on Wynne.

“Make water over you, for all our sakes.” He said before turning and leading his soldiers from the battlefield, stopping only to help an injured one hobble back to the battlements.

Cassandra looked at her peculiarly, but said nothing. In an attempt to avoid the gaze of her fellow group members, she strode forwards and jumped down into a lower section, pushing further into the Temple.

Body parts littered the area, some were even still standing in a state of perpetual agony. Nausea formed in her belly. She pointedly avoided looking around, except for where her feet were landing, the Breach hanging ominously above them. She did not want to remember this.

“The Temple of Sacred Ashes…” Solas informed, with a look halfway between awe and disgust.

“Or what’s left of it…” Varric interjected.

As they passed by more rubble, heading towards the main hallways, Cassandra directed Wynne’s attention to the right.

“That’s where you walked out of the Fade, and our soldiers found you.” She said softly before adding, “They say there was a woman in the rift behind you; no one knows who she was.”

Wynne remained quiet and slowly pushed forwards, trying to remember what happened, but was failing spectacularly. When they finally rounded the corner, they saw the devastation of the Temple laid bare. Bodies, burned alive, littered the tight hallway. Only by sheer fortitude was she able to keep the bile, that built up in her chest, down. The Breach pulsed ominously in the center of the Temple, sending pusles of green fire flaring off into Thedas.

“The Breach is a long way up…” Varric commented moreso to himself.

Upon nearing the Breach a familiar voice sounded behind them.

“You’re here! Thank the Maker.” Leliana’s voice sounded from behind them.

Wynne turned to see the hooded woman jogging up to them, flanked by a few foot soldiers. She breathed a sigh of relief that reinforcements had arrived. Cassandra didn’t skip a beat on ordering them where to go.

“Leliana, have your men take up positions around the Temple.” She said before rounding back on Wynne, “This is your chance to end this. Are you ready?”

“I’m assuming you have a plan to get me up there?” Wynne asked, looking up at the hole in the sky.

“No, this rift was the first, and it is the key.” Solas butted in, “Seal it, and perhaps we seal the Breach.”

“Then let’s find a way down, and be careful.” Cassandra said, allowing Wynne to take the lead.

As they made their way down, to move into position to close the Breach, a deep voice penetrated their minds.

‘Now is the hour of our betrayal. Bring forth the sacrifice.’

Wynne stopped in her tracks, fear gripping her chest. That voice sounded so familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Looking around, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who had heard it, as they were searching for the source of the voice.

“What are we hearing?” Cassandra questioned, her voice shaking.

“If I had to guess, I’d say the person who created the Breach.” Solas offered.

They stood still for a few beats, waiting for the voice to continue. When nothing came, they moved again, this time with Wynne leading the way further down towards the courtyard. As they delved further in, bits of red crystal could be seen dotting the floor, and erupting from the walls. She felt nauseous from the proximity, her ears ringing. From behind, she could hear Varric whisper to Cassandra, thanks to her keen ears.

“You know this stuff is red lyrium, Seeker.” He said gravely.

“I see it Varric.” Cassandra snapped.

“But what’s it doing here?” Varric pressed.

“Magic could have drawn on lyrium beneath the Temple; corrupted it.” Solas explained.

“It’s evil.” Varric said, then louder so Wynne could hear, “So don’t touch it.”

“This red lyrium seems to have you upset, Varric.” Wynne said, falling back in step with him.

“My brother, Bertrand, and I sort of discovered red lyrium during an expedition in the Deep Roads.” He said hefting Bianca on his shoulder. “We located an ancient thaig, so old it barely looked Dwarven. There was this idol there, made of it. Bartrand brought it back to the surface and, well, everything’s gone downhill from there."

“So what is it, just another kind of lyrium?” she asked.

“The red stuff is lyrium like a dragon is a lizard.” He said with a slight chuckle before returing to his somber expression. “It’s not just a different color. It has a whole host of weirdness all it’s own. I’ve written to every Mining Caste house in Orzammar. No one’s seen this stuff before or knows where it came from.”

“What makes it special?” Wynne asked curiously.

“Regular lyrium can mess you up pretty badly, but you have to ingest it for that to happen. Red lyrium messes with your mind when you’re just near the stuff. You hear singing, get violent, paranoid… and then? It does creepy shit. Makes things float, brings statues to life.” He said, his face darkening, “It also turned Kirkwall’s Knight-Commander to lyrium. Everyone’s been kept at least a hundred paces from it since.”

“How do you think it got here?” She asked, feeling like she might be overstepping it with the questions.

“I don’t know.” He relented. “As far as I knew, the only piece to make it to the surface was destroyed. And the location of the thaig it came from is a secret. Did someone find more of it in the Deep Roads? That’s not a cheery thought…”

“I think that’s enough on red lyrium.” She said with a small smile, “But thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, not really my favorite subject, but you’re welcome.” He said, letting the conversation die.

As they reached the courtyard, the voice spoke again.

‘Put the sacrifice here.’

‘Someone! Help me!’ A female voice rang out.

“T-that was Divine Justinia’s voice!” Cassandra cried out.

‘Someone! Help me!’ Justinia cried again.

Wynne’s hand flared to life as the group reached the Breach. It felt like fire ants were running up and down her arm, biting and stinging her. It took all of her strength not to cry out from the pain. Suddenly her voice rang out, but she wasn’t speaking.

‘What’s going on here?’ Wynne’s disembodied voice questioned.

She looked back at Cassandra for an answer.

“That was your voice… Most Holy called out to you, but…” Cassandra said in disbelief.

Suddenly a vision appeared around them, a smokey figure with blazing red eyes appeared, and a woman being held aloft. She recognized the woman as Divine Justinia, and suddenly, she saw herself running up, speaking those words again.

‘What’s going on here?’

‘Run while you can! Warn them!” Justinia pleaded.

‘We have an intruder. Slay the elf.’ The shadow figure ordered.

And just like that, the vision disappeared. Cassandra didn’t skip a beat on interrogating her. Wynne whirled on her as she spouted out acquisitions and questions.

“You were there! Who attacked? And the Divine, is she…?” She paused to compose herself before continuing, “Was this vision true? What are we seeing?”

“I don’t remember!” Wynne growled with equal anger.

“Echoes of what happened here. The Fade bleeds into this place.” Solas informed them. “This rift is not sealed, but it is closed… albeit temporarily. I believe that with the mark, the rift can be opened, and then sealed properly and safely. However, opening the rift will likely attract attention from the other side.”

“That means demons. Stand ready!” Cassandra clarified for the people who didn’t follow Solas’ plan, but everyone moved into positions anyways.

When they were all set, Wynne looked up at the rift in the sky and wondered if this would be her last moments on this world. Steeling herself to a fate that she didn’t want, she stretched her hand up towards the Breach. Bright green light shot forwards, grasping onto the rift and instead of pulling back to close it, she pushed forwards, willing the rift to open wide. The rift pulsed and exploded in a flare of white light. Wynne’s reflexes was the only thing that kept her from being knocked over by the shock of a large pride demon exploding from the opening.

It easily towered over them by yards, it’s legs were bigger around than Wynne herself. With shaking hands, she reached back and pulled out an arrow, prepared to die in this godforsaken Temple.

“Now!” Cassandra ordered.

Arrows went flying towards the creature, who easily deflected them as if they were no more than annoying flies. It was a harrowing experience, fighting such an ancient monster, but it was no match for their combined might.

Once it had been killed, Wynne stepped up to the Breach, her heart racing in her chest. It was effortless now, to feel herself connect to the rift. She could feel it pulling at her core, ripping the will from her body, but still she could not find the connection that would close it. A horrifying thought that she couldn’t do this crossed her mind, but suddenly the anchor caught, and she pulled back with all her might. The rift slammed shut with a loud crack that was said to be heard throughout all of Thedas, followed by a shockwave that people would be talking about for years to come. Wynne wouldn’t remember any of that, because one the rift had been sealed, she felt her body grow weak and the last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her.

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1 - The Forward Camp

[ Chapter List ] Warnings: Violence _____________________________________ _________ _____ ___ __ _

Wynne came to as she felt strong hands lift her up, attempting to make her walk. She didn’t have the strength to stand and her fleeting moment of clarity faded and she slipped back into unconsciousness. The next time she woke she found herself on her knees, wrists shackled in front of her, as four heavily armored guards stood around her. She couldn’t recall anything that happened to her, nor why she was here. The last thing she remembered was sneaking into the Conclave through a window… and then nothing. A bright green light flared around her hand causing her to recoil from it, gasping at the pain that lanced through her body as the door to the room opened for two figures to enter the room. As they walked around her, she took a moment to get a good look at both of them.

The first one was a tall, strong looking woman with short black hair, and a scar across her face. It reminded her of her own, but Wynne’s was closer to her neck. She had a look in her eye that barely concealed fear and anger. The second one didn’t look like she wanted to kill her outright, but her dark eyes were secretive and that scared her even more than the first one. She was slightly smaller than the dark haired woman, but her features were masked by a hood that was drawn up over her face. The sound of the taller woman brought her attention back into focus as she walked around behind her.

“Tell me why we shouldn’t kill you now.” She said, leaning down so her head was level with Wynne’s ear, then backed off to circle back around her as she spoke. “The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you.”

Her words were laced with anger as she indicated to Wynne with her hand. It was a lot to process for her.

The entire Conclave is dead? What happened? Why couldn’t she remember… Why would they be asking her… The answer came as quickly as she asked herself.

“You think I’m responsible…” She answered, incredulous.

“Explain this. ” The woman stated, reaching down and pulling up her shackled hands as the green light flared again.

“I can’t.” Wynne said through gritted teeth as the wave of pain washed over her.

“What do you mean you can’t?” The woman questioned, shoving her arm down with disgust.

“I don’t know what that is, or how it got there.” Wynne pleaded, willing the woman to believe her.

“You’re lying!” She snarled, lunging forwards.

Luckily for Wynne, the second woman stepped forwards, blocking her.

“We need her, Cassandra.” She said, backing the woman away from her, and blocking her view at the same time.

“So what happens now?” Wynne asked, hesitantly.

“Do you remember what happened? How this began?” The hooded figure asked, walking up to her.

“I remember running… Spiders were chasing me. And then… a woman?” Wynne said, scouring her brain for anything to remember about that day.

“A woman?” The woman asked, seeming intrigued by the information, all the while as Cassandra paced around them.

“She reached out to me… but then…” Wynne sighed, as the memory escaped from her grasp.

Cassandra motioned for the two women to move away before speaking.

“Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her to the rift.” She said, looking at the smaller woman.

A moment of silence elapsed over them as they turned to look back at Wynne, still kneeling on the floor of the prison. Leliana nodded once and turned to leave as Cassandra moved back to her and unlocked her shackles, only to replace it with rope.

“What did happen?” Wynne asked tentatively, hoping that it wouldn’t ignite her anger again.

Silence passed between them as the woman helped her to her feet. Sadness filled her eyes as she looked back at Wynne.

“It will be easier to show you.” She replied, turning and leading her out of the room.

Wynne followed close behind her as they exited the room. When they did, she glanced around, earning herself some nasty looks from the people in the room. Many of them didn’t hide their disgust, and she knew that it wasn’t because she was an elf. They believed she had murdered the Conclave. And for all she knew herself, she may have. The thought didn’t sit well with her and she moved closer to Cassandra. As they stepped outside of the building, into the snow, the light stung her eyes and she moved her arms to shield her face from the invasion. When the pain subsided, she chanced a look at the source.

A large, bright green hole in the sky loomed over the site of the broken Conclave hill. It’s immensity scared her as it flickered with light. Large boulders seemed to be floating around it, and it’s uncertainty scared her.

“We call it ‘the Breach.’ It’s a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour.” Cassandra said, looking at it as well, before turning to face her. “It’s not the only such rift. Just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the conclave.” “An explosion can do that?” Wynne questioned, fear gripping her at the leaps that humans had conquered to create such a devastating threat to Thedas.

“This one did.” Cassandra stated, walking up to her. “Unless we act, the Breach may grow until it swallows the World.”

As if to empower her words, the Breach sparked with green light, causing the green burst to flare up in her hand, but more powerful than the last time. She cried out at the sudden pain and fell to her knees. She gripped her arm to her chest, willing the pain to fade when Cassandra’s face appeared in hers again.

“Each time the Breach expands, your mark spreads… and it’s killing you.” Cassandra said softly. “It may be the key to stopping this, but there isn’t much time.”

Wynne paused, unsure how to answer. She still thinks that she caused this, but would would willingly kill themselves for… whatever this is? It didn’t seem like she had much choice in the matter… but she knew that she had to help, no matter the cost. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she looked up at the woman.

“I understand…” Wynne said.

“Then…” Cassandra started, hope filling her voice.

“I’ll do what I can… whatever it takes.”

Approval flitted across Cassandra’s features as a small smile formed on her lips as she stood to help Wynne up. As they stood, they shared a looked, knowing that this wasn’t about finding the culprit, but to close the Breach, and save those still alive. She kept her arm at Wynne’s back, ushering her through the crowd that were stationed on the bridge outside of the castle where they had come from. Many people looked like they were itching to have a go at her, but were stopped by the domineering presence of Cassandra. Briefly, Wynne wondered who she was to these people to possess such respect.

“They have decided your guilt. They need it.” Cassandra explained. “The people of Haven mourn our Most Holy, Divine Justinia, Head of the Chantry. The Conclave was hers. I was a chance for peace between mages and Templars. She brought their leaders together. Now, they are dead. We lash out, like the sky. But we must think beyond ourselves. As she did. Until the Breach is sealed.”

Cassandra stopped talking, signaling for them to stop. Her hand went to her back and she pulled out a knife, stepping towards Wynne. Fear gripped her as she looked at the woman. Surely she wasn’t about to murder her here, unarmed and willing to help.

“There will be a trial. I can promise no more.” She said, grabbing the binds of Wynne’s wrists and slicing through them in one swift motion. “Come. It is not far.”

And with that, she retreated in front of Wynne, leading the way once more.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked, rubbing her wrists where the tight cords once were, but she received silence in answer.

“Open the gate! We are heading into the valley.” Cassandra called out as they made their way across the snow covered bridge.

Wynne quickly followed her out, not wanting to be left behind with many humans who wanted her dead. They made their way in silence past the many blockades between the bridge and the valley. A group of soldiers were returning and pushed past them, without registering their presence. Biting her lower lip, she steeled herself for what she was going to have to do. This could possibly kill her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. The mark was going to kill her anyway, if she didn’t close the Breach.

Suddenly, balls of green fire were flung from the sky, landing out of sight before the two. Wynne’s hand lit up as they impacted, sending a shock of pain through her body and sending her to the ground. Cassandra was soon beside her, helping her up.

“The pulses are coming faster now.” She said, squeezing her shoulders, sadness in her eyes.

Wynne only nodded and pulled herself up to her feet, continuing their journey. After the light faded from her hand, she looked up at the glowing green sky. Would this be her last day?

“The larger the Breach grows, the more rifts appear, the more demons we face.” Cassandra said as she caught up.

“How did I survive the blast?” Wynne asked, hoping the female could shed light onto her cloudy mind.

“They said you… stepped out of a rift, and fell unconscious.” Cassandra replied, “They say a woman was standing behind you. No one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes… I suppose you’ll see soon enough.”

By the time Cassandra had finished talking, they had caught up with a small patrol group who were just ahead of them on the path. Relief washed through Wynne at the sight of them, but it quickly turned to horror as the bridge exploded around them in a haze of green light, sending her to the frozen river below.

Pulling herself up to her knees, she glanced around for the troops, only to find them all dead. Dread gripped at her chest and she felt someone tugging her shoulder. Cassandra’s face filled her view, but the arrival of another green ball of fire tore their attention to it as it crashed into the lake ahead of them. Black shards of ice thrusted it’s way through the thick ice that coated the lake, letting out a creature that chilled Wynne to the bone.

“Stay behind me!” Cassandra ordered, pulling the small elf to her feet before rushing the demon.

Bubbling below her feet signaled her to another creature waiting to burst forth. Her eyes darted around for anything to use as a weapon. A bow and few arrows lay scattered on the ground, and she hastily dove for it as another demon exploded from below the icy water. She had just enough time to knock an arrow and send it flying through the creature, destroying it as Cassandra dispatched her own.

“It’s over…” Wynne said with a sigh, making her way towards the woman.

However, Cassandra’s face was hardened as she leveled her sword at the elf.

“Drop your weapon. Now. ” She ordered, readying herself for a fight.

“If you’re going to lead me through a demon-infested valley, you’ll have to trust me.” Wynne retorted.

“Give me one reason to trust you.” She said, disapproval flickering across her face.

“Because my life's on the line.” Wynne snarled.

With a sigh, Cassandra lowered her sword, “You’re right.” She said, sheathing her weapon. “I cannot protect you, and I cannot expect you to be defenseless.”

She turned and walked off without another word, but soon stopped and turned to look back at the woman.

“I should remember you agreed to come willingly.” She relented, before continuing their march to the valley.

The sound of fighting could be heard ahead as they reached their destination, once there they found a small group being swarmed by demons. Wynne acted instantly, dropping one that sought to slash an elf in one fell swoop. The dwarf easily picked off one of the remaining ones and when they were all cleared, Wynne breathed easily.

“Quickly, before more come through!” One of the guards yelled, trying to get them to move forwards.

They would have obliged the orders, had the elf that Wynne saved grabbed her arm and thrust it up towards the rift. The air crackled with energy as a burst of green light surrounded them, and with a clap of thunder, the rift was no more. She quickly jerked her hand away from the male, clutching it to her breast.

“What did you do?” She questioned suspiciously.

“I  did nothing. The credit is yours.” He replied with a cheeky smirk.

Wynne looked down at the flickering green light on her hand, resentment flowing through her, but a strange sense of relief.

“At least this is good for something.” She complied.

“Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close rifts that have opened in the Breach’s wake; and it seems I was correct.” He stated, a smug grin on his angular face.

“Meaning it could also close the Breach itself.” Cassandra said, closing the distance between them.

“Possibly.” The elf conceded before turning his gaze back to Wynne. “It seems you hold the key to our salvation.”

Wynne frowned, unable to place the strange look in his eyes, but the awkward silence that passed between them was interrupted by the dwarf.

“Good to know! Here I thought we’d be ass-deep in demons forever.” He said, adjusting the sleeve of his bright blue tunic before strolling over to the three. “Varric Tethras: rogue, storyteller, and occasionally unwelcome tagalong.”

He threw a wink at Cassandra, who snorted in disgust before moving away from him.

“That’s a nice crossbow you have there.” Wynne said, trying to defuse the tense situation between them.

An admiring look came over the dwarf’s eyes as he looked over to his crossbow with a smile.

“Ah, isn’t she? Bianca and I have been through a lot.” He said tenderly.

“You named your crossbow Bianca?” Wynne asked, a hint of laughter in her tone.

“Of course.” He stated. “And she’ll be great company in the valley.”

“Absolutely not!” Cassandra stated, unable to listen no more. “You’re help is appreciated, Varric, but-”

“Have you been in the valley lately, Seeker?” He asked, cutting her off. “Your soldier’s aren't in control anymore. You need me.”

She growled in disgust again and stormed away from the dwarf. The elf took this opportunity to attain Wynne’s attention again.

“My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions.” He said with a grin. “I am pleased to see you still live.”

Confusion washed over her, unsure if she had met the male before.

“He means ‘I kept that mark from killing you while you slept.’” Varric decrypted for her.

“You seem to know a great deal about it all.” She commented to the elf.

“Solas is an apostate.” Cassandra piped in. “Well versed in such matters.”

“Technically, all mages are apostates now, Cassandra. My travels have allowed me to learn much about the Fade. Far beyond the experience of any Circle mage.” He said, a slight annoyance to his tone. “I came to offer whatever help I can give to close the Breach. If it is not closed, we are all doomed regardless of origin.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to close the Breach.” Wynne stated firmly.

Solas turned to look at Cassandra before speaking. “Cassandra, you should know: the magic involved here is unlike any I have seen. Your prisoner is no mage, and I find it difficult to imagine any mage having such power.”

“Understood.” She noted, before looking at Wynne. “We must get to the forward camp quickly.”

As they moved out, Varric grinned. “Well, Bianca’s excited!.”

Wynn returned his smile with a grimace. She couldn’t see why he would be excited about diving back into the fray, but given that they now had hope to defeat the demons pouring out from the fade, maybe it was relief that showed on the dwarf’s face.

They moved out quickly, pushing down the snow covered trail and across a frozen river, determined to reach the forward camp quickly. Luckily, they only encountered a handful of demons and ghosts that were easy enough to fell with their combined might. From the short time of traveling with the three, she could tell that the dwarf and human did not like each other for some reason… and the elf, she could feel his eyes on her at all times. Every time she’d look up she would meet his unwavering gaze. It unnerved her for some reason, but each time she’d look away quickly, the tips of her ears turning red.

“Another rift! Seal it! Quickly!” Solas shouted from behind her as they topped the ridge.

Her heart constricted in her chest, but she pushed through the fear and ran into the fray. She put herself on the line and hoped that the other three would keep her from dying. As she neared the rift, green light erupted from her hand, pulling her towards it. With gritted teeth, and a painful scream, she thrust her hand forwards, allowing the green light to connect with the rift. Only when she felt it catch, she jerked back with all her might and the rift closed with a loud crack of thunder. Dropping to a knee, her vision went spotty and her head felt like it would float off her neck. A large hand clapped her on the back and she turned to see the smiling face of the dwarf. She sighed and turned her gaze back to the ground before pushing herself upright once more. Nodding at the dwarf in thanks, she strode towards the large gates before them.

“The rift is gone! Open the gates!” Cassandra bellowed, and from the other side of the doors they could hear a heavy scraping before the doors were pulled open to let them in.

As she stepped through the doors, her breath caught in her throat as armed guards stood with their swords drawn. They only relaxed once Cassandra strode through, and past them, leading the group further across the bridge.

They came upon Leliana, who had a murderous look in her eye, and a man dressed in red robes, who was pouring over a map on a makeshift table. He looked up at them with disgust.

“Ah, here they come.” He said, righting himself.

“You made it.” Leliana said with relief, moving towards Cassandra with a smile, then looked back at the man. “Chancellor Roderick, this is-”

“I know who she is.” He said, cutting her off before looking at Cassandra. “As Grand Chancellor of the Chantry, I hereby order you to take this criminal to Val Royeaux to face execution.”

“Order me?!” Cassandra scowled, “You are a glorified clerk; a bureaucrat.”

“And you are a thug, but a thug who supposedly serves the Chantry.” He retorted.

“We serve the Most Holy, Chancellor. As you well know.” Leliana cut in, glaring at him.

“Justinia is dead!” He yelled, his face turning the same shade of red as his robes. “We must elect her replacement and obey her orders on the matter.”

“Isn’t closing the Breach the more pressing issue?” Wynne piped up, confused as to why they were squabbling about who was in charge when the whole world was ending.

“You brought this on us in the first place!” Chancellor Roderick whirled on her, pointing his large hand in her face, however he pulled back as Cassandra moved towards him. “Call a retreat, Seeker, our position here is hopeless.”

“We can stop this before it’s too late.” She said.

“How?” He asked, suddenly weary, “You won’t survive long enough to reach the Temple, even with all your soldiers.”

“We must get to the Temple, it’s the quickest route.” Cassandra pressed.

“But not the safest.” Leliana cut in. “But our forces can charter a distraction while we go through the mountains.”

Wynne followed their gaze, wondering what they would decide.

“We lost contact with an entire squad on that path, it’s too risky!” Cassandra argued.

“Listen to me; abandon this now, before more lives are lost.” The Chancellor begged.

As he finished speaking, the sky lit up green, sending a glob of green fire passing overhead. Wynne gasped as her arm started to seize from the proximity of the flames, and she gripped her arm as if it would stop it. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Chancellor Roderick. Suddenly, Cassandra was facing her.

“How do you think we should proceed.” She asked.

Wynne didn’t even need to think about it. She wanted to stop this as quickly as she could, “I say we charge. I won’t survive long enough for your trial. Whatever happens… happens now.”

“Leliana, bring everyone left in the Valley. Everyone.” Cassandra said, moving towards the woman.

As they passed by the Chancellor, he muttered a warning to her.

“On your head, be the consequences… Seeker.”

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Untitled Dragon Age Inquisition Story

Fandom: Dragon Age Warnings: Violence, Rape/non-con, Angst, Love Triangles

Synopsis: Wynne was raised in the wilderness to be a hunter, relied upon by the Lavellan clan for food and protection. The clan wandered the northern Free Marches and had little need to interact with humans --until the Clan’s keeper sent Wynne to the Chantry’s Conclave as a spy. What happened there, she said, would impact not only the Dalish, but indeed all elves. She could not have known how right she was. 

[ 1 - The Forward Camp ] [ 2 - The Temple of Sacred Ashes ] [ 3 - The Herald of Andraste ] [ 4 - Inquisition ]

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“Just a figure of speech…but… you change… everything.” He said, his voice slightly husky.

“I suppose that’s how a lot of people see my mark…” She said modestly.

“That’s.. Not what I meant.” He said, lifting his hand to brush her white blonde hair behind her ear.

WHEN YOU SEE THIS POST THREE SENTENCES FROM A WIP

It wasn’t cheating. Kristoff hadn’t cheated, he wouldn’t. I mean, the last thing Maria had said to him - shouted at him, before slamming the front door behind her - had been we’re through, it’s over, and that was hardly ambiguous.