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Wings beating fast, so fast, yet her heart beating faster still.
No tug at the back of her mind, no connection, she cannot sense him and it shouldn’t scare her so much, but it does.
Morphing and growing and falling and landing and running, she has to keep running.
Bitter taste in her mouth and fear crawling up her insides and blood thrumming in her ears.
The door thrown open and the mirror glowing, the thrice-damned eluvian mocking her with its inviting melody and soft hue and gods, how did she not think of this sooner?
A stab of panic, growing, paralyzing.
No. Not her.
Would she have been able to stop him?
A thousand doors behind the surface, a thousand possibilities.
No matter.
Footsteps and shouted words and hands grabbing her shoulders and instinct telling her to fight and those blue-green-grey eyes locking with hers.
Leliana.
One word cutting through the haze.
Go.
Magic in the air and fear in Leliana’s eyes and she’s not alone in this and that’s new.
So new.
The rippling veil of the mirror’s surface cold against her skin.
Deep breath.
Darkness.
Colours.
Light.
No.
Greyish, eternal twilight.
Shapes and shadows and twisted reflections of life.
In the distance, a city looms.
The Fade.
The game changes, the goal remains.
Kieran is hers.
Her blood, her pack, her family, her life.
Her son.
And she will get him back.