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Well here we go~ Finally posting my Solas/ trespasser fic. I've had this in my head since 2015. I'm not sure I'm satisfied with it but...I can't delay it anymore. Please go back and read the summary or...be prepared for the winding path which fate incurs. !Please listen to which witch by Florence and the machine.! https://youtu.be/_dridksAWI0 The song inspired this fic almost entirely! * * * * They were coming. Sooner than later. What did I have but mere moments encapsulated in Minutes? Would time be kind? The answer would come with the soldiers. Time is a one way tunnel, the light forever looming ahead. An illusion, for there may be no end. If I could I would stop. Stand still. Neither forward nor backward. I needed to soak everything in, absolutely everything down to the most insipid detail. Momentary panic littered my resolve like an orlesian ballroom. My legs rubbed together but there was no where to run. I could break the window and dive to my death but there was too much to live for, too many things left undone. My body fidgeted in anticipation. I winced. The iron restraints were heavier than I remembered. They chaffed against the loose threads of my bare skin. Iron intentions cast for those with the status of 'criminal', for the last three weeks that was my title. Along with 'enemy to the Inquisiton', 'colluder', and 'spy', replaced the once fragrant 'Herald' and 'Andraste's Chosen'. Yes, I'd seen better days. First it had been lurking suspicion, house arrest and now full blown imprisonment. I was locked in my grandiose room, heavily guarded with no way out. Chains fitted to keep everyone else from possible harm. I was blessed with the absence of interrogation, specifically Leliana's form of the art. They had all the proof they needed anyway. My claims could be easily refuted when everything fit so nicely together in place. Dust suspended by drafts glimmered in the streaks of sunlight that cut across the rugs. I took note of every precious detail, for today would be my last day to take everything for granted. Here I waited for the day to come. I had no more tears to shed. This Injustice was too formidable to fight against. Today, if everything went according to plan, I would be sentenced and most likely executed. There could be no defence for me, not one shred of hope thrown my way. The afternoon light gave me a lengthy visitor, I would not die alone, at least I still had my shadow. The door opened with a deafening bang. Four soldiers filed in, some were still sympathetic. I could see it in their faces. They wouldn't see me, just my boots and the floor. They didn't need to say anything. I knew, they knew it too. I stood up and followed them. The red haired elf slipped behind us all and gave me a quick nod. The soldiers were not displaced at her presence. She was an elf and to the human men, unlike me, she was easily dismissible and harmless. She held a tray with a rag folded on top. The reason to the soldiers was for possible gagging if I required it. Two guards led the way while the other two held on to my arms. For once I savored the long winded hallways of Skyhold. If I could I would have let my fingers graze against the bold stone walls. We strolled to the end of the hallway and entered the side chamber of the Great Assembly Hall. Five children stormed up from the lower levels and rammed into the front soldiers. We stopped abruptly but the two soldiers in front weren't so lucky. The children fell and the soldiers toppled over them cursing in all likes of profanity. Soundlessly, the chains on my hands behind my back were unlocked, I held my hands together to keep the untethered restraints from falling off. They soldiers were oblivious. Hope bloomed like a tiny bud in my heart. After receiving a harsh admonishment and some severe death glares the children scampered off unscathed. They weren't allowed to be in this area in the first place. We reached the main hall without incident afterwords. Cullen met us at the door--to personally escort me to the center stage. His features were stone cold, preferring the numbing effect of duty rather than dealing with emotions of despair. My throne, once reserved for my hind quarters only, was occupied by Divine Victoria. I could not see her face. The crowd of onlookers filled the hall, stretching it's seams and bled out into the courtyard. They gasped and pointed upon seeing me. Some angrily wailed and others threw insults like punches. There was also the tiny few still in denial and they planted themselves at my feet in protest. This was public after all. The guards quickly intervened and hoisted them up and carried them away. They all pushed and shoved, my escorts could do all but barely keep them off. But, who was I to deny them their outrage? I was herded into the front before the Divine and kneeled without being forcibly brought to my knees. The woman who I would always remember as Seeker Cassandra, watched me grimly. As did many dignitaries and representatives from other nations. Fereldon and Orlais being the most scornful, though it was difficult to tell behind the mask. At that moment I really wanted to hide behind one too. Not trusting my intentions, the escorts beside me drew their swords and held the deadly iron at my throat. My reflexes were pleading with me. Like before they looked away in shame. Cullen took his place beside Leliana and Josephine on the far left of the throne. The ever graceful Antivan still held the look of disbelief, like she was waiting to wake up from a nightmare. She held her evidence in her shaking hands and moved to stand in front of me. Leliana kept her eyes narrowed and watched me. Connecting dots in her mind on how I might try and escape. "Lady Ambassador, if I may?" The Divine asked before Josephine could speak. "Of course, Most Holy." The Divine visibly cringed and twisted her fingers in her lap. "I address this matter solemnly. This is not the reason I wanted to visit Skyhold. Yet, here I am, for a purpose other than what anyone wants, Inqui--uh-Moon'Hwa Lavellen." She stumbled over my forsaken title. Her reassurances were lost on the crowd and someone screamed "Hang her already!" The man was swiftly hauled out. Cassandra looked shaken for a moment before she regained her composure enough to finish her last words. "I would greatly like to find doubt within these claims, but it seems impossible... I..." She was wrought with indecision. "Please proceed," She motioned for Josephine who had fresh tears in her eyes. She moved with a lack of pace, delaying the process in any way she could. Josephine held up her hand to silence the murmuring that had overtaken the boundaries of order and began, "Moon'Hwa Lavellen, amist undeniable truth you are convicted and charged of heresy. An agent of Fen'harel himself, you used your position to gain power, infiltrating the ranks of our order and have single handedly aided him. You also delivered classified information to him at the infancy of this organization." The crowd jeered and stabbed with their words in excitement. They waited for justice for their betrayal on the edge of chaos. "Countless souls died for you, yet you led them astray. Essentially, you used the Inquisiton's resources and troops to kill Fen'harel's main enemy, Corypheus, to pave the way for his ultimate goals. While the Inquisiton acknowledges the good deeds adminstered under your position as Inquisitor, it is eclipsed by the actions taken by you in accordance to your allegiance to Fen'harel." Cold as the surrounding mountains, I didn't respond. "The proof is here!" Leliana exclaimed and held up the crumbling evidence of my collusion. She stepped aside Josephine and let the crowd take in the sight of the journal. "Here, is where your lies end and truth begins!" She flipped through the pages, flexing the them beyond capacity, not caring if they ripped in the process. "Translated expertly-- Moon'Hwa is to lead a small party to the temple of sacred ashes and hereby secure the Foci from the blight creature after it is opened---correspondence--I understand. Initialed 'M'." Leliana glared at me, "Surely, I don't need to read the date...for we all know when that was." The mass of people, outraged and heated shouted in agreement. Even the Divine closed her eyes in remorse. Josephine touched Leliana's shoulder in concern, "Enough, we do not want to incite violence." She ignored her, "You were the soul provider that gave Corypheus the orb to open under Fen'harel's command!" What unfolded was insanity. The hyped crowd lashed out, at each other and me, successfully grabbing me more than once, pulling on my collar and consequently the swords pointed there drew blood at my neck. I was most worried about my holdings falling off. Being yanked back and forth I could feel them listing to one side. The soldiers struggled to break the siege of heartbreak and betrayel that knawed at their very being and propelled their actions. The Divine stood, safe behind her army of guards and screamed, "Enough!" But it was useless against the onslaught of rage. Amist the chaos, peaking her head around a spectator was the maid from earlier. I saw her signal briefly, knowing my eyes couldn't linger since Leliana still watched me. I shook my head slightly pretending to be upset, although I actually was. Leliana quickly saw through it and frantically hunted for whomever I was motioning to, though the Auburn hair maid was gone. Embers exploded from the rafters and showered upon the crowd blasting the rampage from their minds. "Oh, look! Reminds me of home. Sorry I'm late." Dorian tapped his staff against the mason floor, The ambient magic returning in screaming ribbons to its conductor. The crowds cowered away from the mage and thus provided an open pathway. The announcer marched up to the Divine and hastily spoke, "The ambassador of Tevinter, Most Holy." Cassandra rolled her eyes, "Yes, I can SEE that, thank you." She had gone completely pale and almost looked sickly. Overwhelmed with the army of spectators and the proven allegations against me. "Most Holy." Dorian bowed. "It is good to see you again, Ambassador." There was no sincerity in her voice. "Please, Dorian is adequate enough." He was ushered to sit in the empty chair next to Orlais and Fereldon, Arl Teagon wrinckled his nose at his mere presence. While Orlais immediately engaged in petty conversation. Dorian's eyes were glued to me, calculating. He stroked his curled mustache in consideration while pretending to engage in the meaningless blather of the Orleisan council of heralds. The Divine placed her head in her hands. Cullen was no better than a statue, Leliana still seethed and Josephine dapped her eyes. Dorian lept from his chair. "I'd like to make an offer, seeing as no one else is putting options on the table. Most Holy." He nodded to her. "You just barely got here and now you are making demands?" Josephine admonished. The Divine gestured to let him speak. "On behalf of Tevinter, I would like to offer Inquisitor Moon'Hwa asylum." Leliana scoffed, "The answer is the same ambassador, as it was in your numerous letters. We will not be granting such amnesty to a crime as outstanding as hers." "Why, I don't know, secluded in some hut out of any range of a haberdashery doesn't sound like amnesty to me." Leliana paced in front of him. "Making light of her crimes, Now, mage? Is your land truly as lawless as the tales suggest?" "Not--" She cut him off, "You, yourself you should also proceed carefully." "Oh, and why should I, Dear Spy master?" He arched his brows. "Because you are insistent, and it is starting to look like Tevinter has something to gain by acquiring our former leader. Or perhaps you were an accomplice all along. Passion for a friend can easily be twisted." "All depends on who's doing the twisting, Sister Nightingale. Also, what stake does Tevinter have in helping an Elven God? You do realize we still enslave their people correct?" "That remains to be seen." "Both of you, enough!" Cassandra scolded. The onlookers began to crowd in again, hesitantly pooling a couple strides length from the gaurds but still close enough to hear. "This is no time to squabble amongst ourselves." Dorian went back to his seat with an air of defeat clinging to his brow. Leliana still glowered at him, trailing his shadow with her eyes. "The charges are...great, Inquisit-" She sighed at her mistake, "-Levellan. I knew they weren't particularly irrefutable but I did not realize they were this incriminating. I..." Her hands squeezed into fists, emotion sinking in. The betrayal hitting her like a rockslide. Whatever hope she had left dissipated at the proof Leliana preached. She composed herself suddenly, determination narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips. "Proceed with the sentencing. I do not wish to hear more." Josephine made her way back to the spotlight. Without looking at me she read out, "The heretic, Moon'Hwa Lavellen is to hang by the neck until death, in so relinquishing her power over the Inquisiton, matters of Fen'harel, and...her life in all ascpects." Her voice shook towards the end. "Do you have any last words?" She asked, head bent away from the sight of me. I nodded my affirmation. "Go ahead," The Divine spoke in place of Josephine. "Forgive me, Most Holy." I begged. "Inquisitor, the Maker will, but I cannot-" It took less than a second. They had no time to react. I rose, knocking the swords from their hands and slammed both guards with my cuffs. The horde of soldiers charged, though it was pointless. The air warped and contorted green, breaking sound barriers and the blast engulfed the hall in darkness, snuffing out every candle. I stood with my hands free, left hand raised and they all scrambled to get away. The hundreds of people behind me screamed they climbed over one another to escape, standpeeding to the exit. Soldiers jumped to the Divine's defense, though they were slow at best, swimming through the chaos the twisting rift conjured. I escaped through a side chamber and then a dark stairwell, then through another set of doors and another before I found the light. She was waiting for me, just outside the back entrance. She was failing to keep the restless warhorse still. Red hair poking out in all directions, tiny frame trying to subdue the large animal. The mare snorted and sidestepped, pulling at its freedom. "There is no time." She whispered. "You could be killed if they find out." I warned. I mounted the horse, getting a foot hold in the stirrup. The horse stood and mouthed at the bit, ears turned back and waiting for a command. "That doesn't matter." "It does to me." "Go! Stop him and succeed. Make my death worthwhile." She slapped the horse's rump and we jolted forward. The charging mare parted the crowded courtyard rather quickly, common folk and dignitaries stumbled to heed the demands of the thunderous hooves, lest they be run-over. We raced across the drawbridge, the threshold in our dust, no time to glance back. I could hear the dubious shouts, then the alarm bells, and not a split second later, feel the vibrations as arrows plummeted into our shadows. The mare's pent up energy allowed her to practically fly, eagerly pulling at the bit to free her head. In no time at all we reached the other side and through the slow moving gate. "Inquisitor!" I heard Commander Cullen cry before I left the range of hearing. There it is! It's probably terrible but....I had the worst time trying to write the first chapter. Please leave a comment below if you made it this far! Lots of things remain to be seen so stay tuned! All questions will be answered in time!

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