Chapter 3: When anger splits the sky.
Chapter Title: When anger splits the sky
Tags: blood, pain, hurt, swearing, Elluin being angry and fed up with Solas' bullshit.
A week later, Elluin's life did not end.Β
It twisted and turned and meandered in directions she could not control. From murderer and destroyer of the skies, to heretic and Herald. The people of Haven bowed low to her every time she wandered aimlessly, the crisp snow crunching beneath her feet. Wherever she went, dozens of eyes observed her, and the hope that had nestled there weighed heavily on her shoulders
They saw in her a savior, the Herald of Andraste. From a nameless wanderer to the hero who could deliver them.
This reality frightened her. She was no savior, no hero riding a white stallion. They were fools to place their hopes in her abilities. The mark that burned her left hand did not make her special. The pain that surged through her body as the rupture in the sky swirled and shifted above their heads did not make her a martyr.
There were no shadows in Haven to shelter her, and she missed the peace of anonymity. So much so that she forced her mind to withdraw from the surreal situation and numbed herself. She spent her days barely paying attention to the people who spoke to her, nodding in agreement without understanding their decisions.
Her mind struggled endlessly to make sense of the situation, to understand the connection between the magic clinging to her body and the Breach, but try as she might, she could not solve the puzzle.
The mystery of the days missing from her memories tormented her almost as much as the steady pain. Elluin prided herself on her ability to remember even the smallest detail about her life but now the memories slipped away from her grasp.The Mark devoured her thoughts, along with her patience, and it was the fault of an unknown mage.Β
Someone had dared to touch her mind and poured their magic into her body without her permission.
Every time that thought crossed her mind, anger swelled in her throat, a cruel reminder of her inability to defend herself.
To make matters worse, nightmares plagued her dreams, the peaceful respite of sleep driven away by the demons threatening to take possession of her body and mind. The Mark shrouded her in a sharp light, and the spirits flew at her like moths to a flame.
Tormented by the Mark and the rage demons, her power spiraled out of control for the first time in many years. It burned her skin and hair, forcing her to run into the forest before burning Haven to ash.
Lured by the delicious scent of her rage, more and more demons pressed against the Veil, shattering the barriers Elluin raised to shield herself from possession. They gouged on her emotions, pouring more power, more magic into her overflowing body.Β
Filled with the green, destructive magic of the Mark, the power offered by the demons spilled over and oozed through her cells and tissues, pouring out of her body like searing tongues of flame, wrapping Elluin in red ribbons of magic.
Ribbons that burned and devoured everything in their path: skin, hair, or furniture. Nothing was safe when the magic erupted.
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