This is not the end.

The Dream

        Dark, her dreams lately were so dark. And not dark in the sense of evil, just dark, almost as if her dreams were being suppressed. Sitting at her desk in the tower room that was hers, she rested her head on her hands.

        "I'm going insane, I can't go every night like this." She says to herself. Shaking her head, she stands up and glances out the balcony windows, the sun was rising. She had been up the better part of the night trying to clear her head so that she could walk her dreams.

        Stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders back, she turned towards her large empty bed. A pain shoots through her chest, heart ache. Ever since that day that Corypheus was defeated, and Solas left, her heart ached for him. She had set Leliana to searching for his whereabouts, and even asked Morrigan to help since she had other means than Leliana's to finding people. She even tried to tap into the power from the Well of Sorrows, and that was when it got weird.
That's when her dreams went dark.

        Most nights she would tap into her spirit and walk the fade for a while searching for Solas. One night she thought about the Well and decided to try to reach Mythal, or Flemeth, as others liked to call her. 

        Clearing her mind and concentrating on the Fade, she felt herself drift into the sleeping state, she opened her eyes and glanced around reassuring herself that it was safe. She then sat down on the ground and closed her eyes. Allowing herself to reach out and call for Mythal. Suddenly she was hit with what felt like pure power then she was awake laying in her bed, head pounding.

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I would greatly appreciate it if anyone could comment that they like the story so far or if I should continue with it.