As the sun set that evening, a dark figure could be seen running out of the Skyhold.

The figure ran as if a monster were chasing her, she didn’t stop until she was surrounded by trees.

It was none other than Idrahel.

She was breathing heavily, and her whole body was trembling, she slid down a tree trunk as she calmed her breathing.

Her eyes were wide with fear,she never thought she would see him again.

He..who had slaughtered her parents, even though she had sworn to kill him. She felt only the old fear she had as a child.

She could still smell the blood of her family from when he and the others had killed them.

If her mother hadn’t hidden her, she would have died too.

She had to kill him so she could find peace, but how could she do it when she was still afraid?

She who had killed so many of his comrades, why couldn’t she do it with the same cold-bloodedness?

He was to blame for her losing everything.

Idrahel took another deep breath and stood up, with fearful steps she walked further into the forest.

As she tried to calm her thoughts, she didn’t notice that someone was following her.

When it grew too quiet in the forest, she realized that something was wrong.

Her instincts warned her of what it was, as if a dangerous predator were watching her.

As she slowly turned around, all she felt was fear.

It was him...

He was leaning calmly against a tree, a dangerous smile on his face.

“You’ve grown up, little Dalish. You look just like your mother,” he smiled as he took steps toward Idrahel and Idrahel slowly backed away.

Her nerves were on edge, she didn’t know what he wanted, but at the same time she wanted to rip his throat out.

“Those eyes of yours, so full of fear that’s not fitting for an Inquisitor. But what else can I expect from you? You’ve always been that weak thing that hid from us,” he sneered.

Idrahel snapped back in fear, “I’m not weak. What do you want? Do you want to die just like your comrades?”

The man just smiled. “I’m not afraid of you. Even if you killed them, you’re just an annoying little Dalish. I’ve been looking for you everywhere, who would have thought I’d find you here?”

Idrahel’s fear grew.

She didn’t understand why he had been looking for her and even if she did, she didn’t want to know why.

His eyes looked at her as if she were a piece of meat.

She continued backing away with uncertain steps.

“What do you want from me?” Idrahel asked in a trembling voice.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you? When we met your family and their clan, we wanted to buy you from your parents because you were a dreamwalker. But they refused, so we had to resort to force. Your family died because of you—because they protected you. You. Are. To blame. For their deaths,” the man said quietly, his voice heavy with accusation.

“Shut up, that’s not true,” Idrahel screamed, leaping at him.

Her fear forgotten, nothing but rage remaining.

As if he’d been expecting it, he slammed her to the ground.

Idrahel briefly lost her breath, but that was enough for him.

He then pinned her down with all his strength.

“You know, you look much prettier beneath me. A collar, and that would be perfect,” he whispered in her ear.

Idrahel could barely breathe, no matter how she struggled she couldn’t throw him off.

He slowly stroked her hair. “You know, I’ve always wondered how we’d meet again, what you’d look like. Now that I have you here. I’d like to take you. You’ve become so beautiful.”

Idrahel’s world went silent when she heard this, she remembered the screams of the other Dalish women as they were taken by the Shemlens.

She didn’t want to end up like the others.

In a last desperate attempt, she remembered that she was a mage.

She summoned flames to cover herself.

She felt only the warmth of the flames as the man began to scream over her.

The weight on her lifted, and Idrahel sprang to her feet.

“YOU LITTLE SLUT!” the man shouted as he tried to put out the fire.

Half his face was burned.

Idrahel could feel nothing but satisfaction.

The fear quickly vanished, replaced by cold-blooded rage.

While the man continued trying to put out the fire, Idrahel slowly walked toward him.

Before he noticed, Idrahel froze him in place.

She searched his pockets and found a dagger.

When she found the dagger, she tightened her grip on it.

She made the ice disappear and he fell to the ground.

She walked slowly toward him filled with hatred and stabbed the dagger into his heart.

She stabbed him again and again with the dagger.

He tried to stop her but it was no use.

Idahel only stopped when he stopped moving.

When she lifted her face to the sky, the moon was visible.

In the pale moonlight all that could be seen was Idrahel with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I have avenged you, I will never be weak again,” she whispered softly into the night.

She stood up and left the body where it lay, and with every step she took away from the body, she moved faster.

She didn’t stop until she saw Skyhold.

Tonight was a special night for everyone who had survived the war.

You could hear laughter from young and old alike, as well as the crowd gathered around the campfire.

She never thought she would survive, but here she was, in a world where suffering had come to an end.

And yet she felt something was missing, something she had lost in battle.

As she stared at the crowd, she felt someone approach her with quiet steps and stand beside her.

The warmth radiating from the person felt familiar and yet unfamiliar.

Years have passed since she lost him, but she will always know how he felt.

She knew who it was, but at the same time, she didn’t want to turn around, that would mean she has to face her failure.

She had left him on the battlefield to destroy an enemy camp, but in doing so, she lost him.

She could never forgive herself, and for that reason, she kept fighting.

When the celebration was over, she wanted to go to the old tree where they had first met.

To take her own life so she could see him again

She remembers as if it were yesterday, she was a young Dalish girl who had run away from her clan to watch a human festival from afar.

As she sat down on a tree and looked toward the markets, she saw an elf looking at her.

When their eyes met, the sky began to shower with sparkling, glowing sparks, and the boy shone in the sparks like a painting.

This was their first meeting of many…

As she slowly pulled herself away from the memory, all she felt was a longing to pull him into her arms.

She had missed him, but at the same time, she was afraid he no longer wanted her because she had abandoned him.

She gathered all her courage and slowly turned to face the person beside her.

When she saw the same face she had seen years ago, tears streamed down her cheeks.

He just smiled sadly and gently stroked her cheek. “I’m back, Vhenan.”

She threw herself into his arms and held him as tightly as if he were going to disappear again.

He simply stroked her hair gently until she let go of him.

When she looked into his eyes again, the sky behind him lit him up with countless colorful sparks.

There was a soft knock on Idrahel's door.

When no one answered, Solas slowly entered the room.

He searched the room for her until he spotted a bulge under the blanket next to her bed.

As he slowly approached, the blanket moved slightly and he could hear sobbing underneath.

Solas slowly crouched down. "Vhenan, what's wrong? We haven't seen you for several days. Even Cassandra couldn't reach you."

Only sobbing could be heard from under the blanket. "Don't look at me, my face..." Solas slowly pulled back the blanket until he saw her tear-stained face and understood the reason for her sadness.

Half of her face was covered in bright red pustules, and her eye was bleeding.

"Oh, Vhenan, why didn't you get treatment? Why didn't you come to me?" Solas asked, slightly desperate, as he slowly placed his hand on her cheek.

Idrahel leaned against his hand. "The doctor couldn't do anything, even my healing knowledge didn't help, how could you change that?"

Solas smiled gently as he kissed her forehead. "We'll find out, since you've had it for a while, it might leave scars."

"I'll be ugly, like a monster..." Idrahel whispered. "You won't want to look at me with the scars..."

Solas gently took her hands in his and looked at her with a serious expression. "Vhenan, even if you had scars, you would still be the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I don't love you for your appearance, but for your character, your curiosity, and your courage. Nothing will change that."

When Idrahel heard this, tears welled up in her eyes and she asked Solas between sobs, "Do you promise me that you will continue to love me?"

Team Z*messes up calls and argues*

Robert: That's enough, one week no Beef privileges.