Chapter One: Reunion
Syreva leaned forward, arms resting on the ramparts. She looked down below, her green eyes scanning the people in the courtyard. There were new faces again. She felt like every couple of days more new people appeared. So many faces that she wouldn’t be able to fully keep track of. People wanting to assist their cause as soldiers or merchants. Some even came, thankfully, to be medical aids. Others… well others seemed to believe her sent by their spiritual guides. She’d only been marked as Inquisitor for about a week. Yet it felt like a dream. Some strange dream she’d been drawn into.
“I can’t believe they wanted me for this role. I barely managed to help them get out of Haven,” She thought, yet another sigh escaping her lips. She sighed a lot in her quiet moments. Her moments to herself were lost to her heavy heart and low self-confidence. She never had been much of a leader. Yet the Inquisition seemed to think she was up to the task. She had too many tangled emotions that just wouldn’t come undone.
“Quit sulking,” She whispered, barely noticing the hand waving at her from down below. Her heart leapt as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She had thought them long dead. “Thank the Maker,” she whispered, surprising herself by those words. When had she begun to pray to the Maker?
A flash of green light appeared beside her, smoke billowing out from it. The smoke shifted and soon revealed two Dalish elves. A man and woman of similar heights. Each being from her clan.
The woman’s hair was buzzed down except for a short ‘lawn’ of hair atop her head. She was toned beneath her armor. A bow and quiver of arrows both were attached to her back. Her darker green eyes held a great amount of annoyance as she held a hand to her mouth. She ran to the side of the ramparts that peered over the cliff edge and immediately retched. She wasn’t often someone who got motion sick but that magic traveling was never kind on her stomach.
The man chuckled as he repositioned his staff on his back. His short brown hair was all styled back nice and neat. His honey eyes held mischief. A mischief that reminded her of sunnier days. Not that there wasn’t sunlight, but there wasn’t much of the sunnier feeling to them. The warmth in his eyes was greatly welcome.
“You both really made it,” she whispered, barely believing the sight before her eyes, “They told me you were likely dead. That you hadn’t made it out of Haven…” She clasped a hand to her lips as the tears fought to fall.
The man pulled her into a tight hug, “Of course we got out. We’re more resilient than a dragon… or whatever that was back at Haven.” He could feel her shudder in his embrace. Tears now fell onto his jacket. “I got myself and Kara, along with a few refugees, out with my traveling spells. It wasn’t easy to track you down though. Even with that amulet we gave you.”
“Don’t baby her, Renan,” The woman said, bowels quite empty. She wiped her mouth with the back of her wristguard and gave a proud smirk. Syreva was then pulled into her embrace, only to receive a rough noogie. “He is right though. We’re resilient. Don’t go thinking us dead anymore, ya crybaby.”
“Kara stop!” Syreva laughed and escaped her cousin’s grasp. She wiped away the tears that had spilled. Her bright green eyes seeming to truly show happiness. “Thank you. Both of you. For finding your way here. For staying with our cause.”
“You’re family, my bounty hunter crew knows how to run things for a time without me,” Kara winked and elbowed Renan in the side, “Plus this brat was soooo kind as to come and get me. Clearly, we were going to stick with you to the end.”
“I wouldn’t say I was ‘kind’ but I did go collect her,” Renan said and lightly rubbed his side, “You asked for us after all.”
Syreva nodded, “Still… Becoming Inquisitor… doing this leader stuff… I don’t think I’ll be able to do this alone. I’m truly glad you were able to assist me.”
Her cousins just laughed, “You’re never alone. Not as long as we’re together.”
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