Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Four

Dorian and Bull walked into the area that led to Mystia's rooms, just in time to see her collapse and both called out to her. "BOSS!" Bull called out rushing over to her with Dorian hot on his heels.

"Mystia!" Dorian skidded to a halt and was quick to rest his hand on her forehead. "Shit! Bull take her to her room, quickly! I will go find Solas!" Dorian stood up and raced out of the door and almost ran into Cullen who was just leaving the war room. "Sorry!" Dorian apologized quickly as Cullen watched him. "I need to find Solas so I can't talk right now."

"What's going on?"

"Mystia!" Dorian called back racing out of the main hall as his words struck Cullen hard. Cullen's eyes went wide as her name registered in his mind at the same time Leliana and Josephine came out to see what the sudden commotion was. Cullen said nothing as he turned and took off in the direction of Mystia's room. He took the stairs two at a time and soon found himself opening another door and was flying up those stairs in time to see Bull setting Mystia down on her bed.

Bull looked to Cullen as he pulled away and frowned, "We need to talk for a moment." He said waving to the balcony as Cullen nodded, but not before he glanced towards Mystia who was now sweating. Cullen followed Bull and their conversation began. "Is the Boss not taking Lyrium?" Bull asked as Cullen nodded.

"She stopped taking it a day before the Conclave."

"I knew she was a Templar, she told me so, but you need to have a serious discussion with her about it," Bull told him as he frowned.

"I don't know why you think it will help. She seems pretty adamant about not taking it anymore." Cullen told Bull who shook his horned head.

"Cullen, your the only one she will listen to." Bull sighed. "She is playing a major game of tug-of-war with that damned mark. She doesn't need to be having withdrawals affecting her ability to fight with and keep that thing under control. Talk to her." Bull said as Solas and Dorian appeared to tend to Mystia. "I have personal contacts outside of the Qun that will keep her supplied with Lyrium until both of you are sure she is ready to give it up completely. I will go send them a message now to bring some here as soon as they are able." With that, Bull left Cullen standing alone on the balcony as he looked in to watch Solas tending to Mystia. Cullen did not want to lose Mystia to the Lyrium, but her path had been set when she had originally joined the Order. Turning his gaze to Mystia's face, Cullen inwardly felt stupid and knew he would get into an argument with her if he suggested the idea, but as he stood there he silently prayed to the Maker and all but begged for Mystia to at least listen to him. Cullen walked back into the room as Solas left and pulled up a chair next to Mystia's bed to take a vigil over her sleeping form since Dorian was sitting on the bed.

"Did you know that she's my cousin?" Dorian asked as Cullen looked up at him.

"She never mentioned it," Cullen responded turning his gaze back to Mystia's face.

"Really? I don't blame her then." Dorian said lightly, but with Mystia being down and out for the count it was hard to keep that mood. "We are several times removed but are still cousins. We met once before all of this took place, but both of us were so young that it took time for her to remember me when she saw me at Redcliffe. She was headstrong even back when we were children. So much so that even I knew back then that she would make a grand old time of being a Templar, what with being third born and all."

"Third?" Cullen asked as Dorian nodded sadly.

"Oliver was first, and between him and Mystia there was another child, but she died not a month into her life. The twins were born six years into Mystia's life." Dorian closed his eyes, why he was telling Cullen all this was beyond him but the man needed to know. "Oliver was supposed to be the heir of the Trevelyan family name, while Mystia was either to join the Chantry as a Sister or be paraded around the marriage market when she came of age, but when she reached the age that she could be available to marry a noble's son, she plainly disagreed with her father about the plans of marriage and swiftly joined the Order. Oliver followed her not wanting to leave her to be by herself, and it cut him off from being the Heir. Now that Mystia is no longer in the Order, it is very likely her father will try to convince her to become the sole heiress to his lands, though I somehow doubt she will take it."