Solavellan Short Stories

2 - Temple of Mythral

"Inquisitor please, don't. You don't understand the powers of the well, you don't know what you will be doing to yourself. If someone has to drink it let it be Morrigan." Solas was begging me. I was standing by the well, he was a few steps lower than me. We were looking each other in the eye.

"Why does it matter, Solas?" I took a step down to him. He lifted his hand to rest against my arm.

"Because you don't know what you're getting into. You will be a slave to Mythal. Please..." His voice trailed off. I could see the fear in his eyes, I don't know why but it hurt to see him like this.

"Morrigan," I said without breaking eye contact.

"Thank you, Inquisitor." Solas sighed.

"Thank you, that was a good decision," Morrigan said as she stepped slowly down into the middle of the well. She fell to her knees and there was a flash of blue, I covered my eyes with my arm. I felt the wave of water go over me. I pulled my arm away to see Morrigan lying in the centre of the well. I ran to her and helped her stand.

"I feel weird, but I feel powerful at the same time, 'tis strange. Oh, the memories are never ending! It will take me years to sort through them all."

"We'll deal with that later Morrigan, we need to leave and get back to Skyhold. Can you walk?" I held her by her elbow.

Corypheus had walked into the courtyard. I saw him turn and stare as he took in the scene before him. His precious prize was stolen, yet again, by me.

"YOU." He bellowed. He started to fly towards us.

"The Eulvrian!" Morrigan yelled as she activated it. We ran towards it, Morrigan stood to wait for Solas and I to go through before she followed, closing the Eulvrian leaving Corypheus on the other side.

We stumbled out of the Eulvrian to Skyhold where Morrigan's Eulvrian was kept. Solas offered me his hand to help me up from where I had fallen out of the Eulvrian. Once I was standing again, neither of us dropped our hands. My heart started racing, I don't know why.

"We must speak to the advisors about what happened at the Temple of Mythal," I announced.

"I will return to my study, you and Morrigan go, Inquisitor, since she was the one to absorb the well of sorrows." Solas slowly let go of my hand as he walked out of the room. I wish he didn't, holding his hand was comforting after dealing with Corypheus. Morrigan and I left for the war council room shortly after he did.

Later, after Morrigan and I spoke to my advisors about the temple of Mythal, I found myself wandering the lower hallways of Skyhold. It was quiet here, left alone with my thoughts. I thought about going to the temple, following the rituals, speaking with Abelas, the look in Solas' eye when he begged me not to drink from the well. It confused me. Why was he afraid of me drinking from the well? Why did it hurt when I saw the fear and the pain in his eyes? The more I thought about it the more confused I became. Why was holding his hand when he helped me up so comforting? I thought about how I'd love it if he was here with me now, holding my hand as we walked around the lower rooms of Skyhold. I blushed at the thought, my heart sped up again. Why is this happening, I don't have feelings for him, I think. I'm not sure anymore. Maybe I do? I shouldn't. He's only here to help deal with Corypheus, and once he's dealt with, Solas will leave running for his life, knowing the Templars and Chantry no longer have a reason to let him, an elven apostate, live. I promised Solas back at Haven I'd never let them hurt him, but it would still be safer if he hid as he had done all those years up until now. Emotional attachment is bad. But I can't help but think about him and how much I care for him and never noticed until now. No. I don't care for him. I won't let myself care. I shook my head as I walked up the stairs. I opened the door to see Solas walking past. He stopped when he saw me.