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Una Grace Trevelyan was never meant to be the hero. She was going to bide her time in the Tower until somebody realised she wasn't a harmful mage, like the others. But, without warning, she's thrust to the front of a revolution to send a message to the Divine at the Conclave. But when the Conclave explodes, Una is left with a mark upon her hand that has the power to save and destroy the Universe. She's stuck with warriors, rogues, Wardens, and apostates -- and worse, one of her key advisors is the very thing she's learned to detest, a Templar. Yet, she finds him softer than the rest. Can she forget her bias, can she learn to fight? Can she believe those around her? Where will her power lead? A Dragon Age fanfic that's updated occasionally. Slow-burn and steamy (steamy chapters marked **).

ASCOLTATE LA MIA STORIA. FORSE QUESTA É L'ULTIMA OCCASIONE... Spada e scudo in mano non può vedere un'anima Dietro quegli occhi d'ambra si trova una supplica silenziosa Soffrendo in silenzio è il peso che devi sopportare. I compagni persi... i sogni svaniti... Non dimentichiamoli mai.

The ever silence of the Maker is taught by the Chantry to be the result of Mankind's hubris, and that we need to earn his love again by spreading the Chant to all corners of Thedas. Most see this tenant as a challenge of their faith. Then there is some like Noel Cer de Fiorve, a former slave taken from Orlais to the Tevinter Imperium, who has seen the worst of men and women alike, and has chosen that the warped promise of Corypheus is, in the end, a better truth than the broken promises of the Maker. He quickly rises in the ranks of the Venatori until he is eventually appointed second in command under Calpurnia, who has his most challenging task yet: infiltrate the Inquisition and destroy it from the inside out.