Lossanárë Andraste · @SilmarilAndrast
18th Aug 2014 from TwitLonger
Alissa Theirin lay silent, on her side, in her bed. She had refused to leave her bed for three days now, and everyone worried for her, mother, father, all the palace staff... even Alana was worried. Alana was the only one who knew the truth though.
Somewhere to the west, something terrible had happened. Both of the Theirin twins could feel it - the way the Fade was roiling with outright chaos was far to easy to sense, especially for them, the two hidden Silmarils.
Alissa however had another reason to be upset, whatever had disturbed the Fade had coincided with a death - the death of a seemingly immortal man, a guardian watching over an urn full of ashes. That man had belonged to Alissa before she came to live in this body, as the daughter of the monarchs of Ferelden. That man had belonged to Lossanárë, her true self, and he had belonged to Andraste, her previous life.
She still held the Chantry in a great deal of scorn over how far from her true words they had drifted, but it was scorn she kept hidden well behind the mask of Alissa, the admittedly precocious younger princess of Ferelden. The Chantry would never have understood a child being so harshly against them and likely have started to accuse her of being mad, possessed, maybe even an abomination for it.
Not that the abomination accusation would have been hard, if anyone knew the truth. A puppet body to spirit inside a magic stone? Most would immediately presume the spirit to be a demon.
Even Alistair - now her father - had reacted badly when he first found out the truth of who, and what Elenaria - the third silmaril, who held a body for twenty years prior to the birth of Alissa and Alana - was, back during the Fifth Blight, not long after Elenaria had found Lossanárë in the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
But Alissa tore her thoughts away from that, back to the newly dead soul that had been drawn to her through their soulbond. Her husband, Maferath, now resided permanently with her, within the unassailable shell of her stone-form. Alissa sighed and ran a finger across the glowing stone in her hand. "You're safe now beloved. You can rest now, your guard is done." She murmured softly.
Eight hundred years since he returned to her in body and swore to guard her rest. Eight hundred years over, and now it was her turn to guard his rest.