Inquisitor! [Sorrowful Sensations]

Wake Up

[All dialogue choices were picked based off plot. Some chapters will be similar in other books.]

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Ar-melana dirthavaren. Revas vir-anaris.

W-what?

Andaran atish'an, Lavellan.

You wake up on the ground, again, only this time on your knees. A soft voice brought you to consciousness, stirring you awake from whatever dream you were experiencing.

With a quick flutter, your eyes open and adjust to the darkness around you quite quickly. Your wrists are chained, cold against your skin, but the pain that lingers on your palm is more important. As you lift your hand, deep, green and black cuts marked your skin, as if something sharp impaled it. In a flash, the mark lit up with a bright green light, blinding your eyes and making you wince in pain; a short gasp erupted from your lips. Loud snaps and sharp sounds came from your palm; a heavy door opening joined it's chorus.

As two feminine figures walked through the door, one cloaked, the other wielding a weapon, echoes of multiple swords being sheathed filled the room, or what look to be a chamber. The first woman to appear before you was tall, average for a female human, but taller for you as an elven woman. She had short black hair, a braided crown on top of her head, with marks that made no woman beautiful; a deep scar lined her left cheek. On her chest piece, was a white painted eye with flares circling it. The confident human began circling around you, catching your eye but disappearing in the shadows behind your field of vision.

The other woman who came in walked closer to you, finally coming into the light and allowing you to get a better look at her features. She was pale with red short hair, covered with a purple and silver chain armor and hood. On the human's chest was an eye, similar to the woman with the weapon, only on a pendent.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now," the confident woman spat in your left ear. "The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you."

You chose to remain silent, your own thoughts still spiraling in your head as you fought for words. With how silent the room became, the woman quickly grabbed your left wrist and brought it up to your face.

"Explain this," she spat once more.

Your hand lit up once again, although this time it did not hurt. The human threw your hand away, the metal slamming onto your knees, causing your lip to curl and your pointed ears to pull back. She must've seen you as an animal, a knife-ear just like all the other slaves the elves had once been. Perhaps the elves were still slaves now, but that didn't matter, you weren't one of them.

"I- can't," you stuttered, just now using your voice since you fell out of whatever you came from.

"What do you mean you can't?" The woman asked aggressively.

"I don't know what that is," you defend. "Or how it got there!"

"You're lying," the warrior aggressively charged at you, grabbing your shoulders.

From out of the darkness once again, the redheaded female came forth, pulling the warrior away by the arm. Her attire was different from the warrior, perhaps a rogue or assassin? She kept her hood on, covering her face as much as possible.