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She felt it deep within her soul, the tearing of the veil, the day that threatened to change Thedas forever. The familiar power that woke her each time... His power, Fen'Harel, that blasted wolf.
Her eyes shot open, green eyes staring up at the cave ceiling; the smell of earth filling her lungs after years of sleep. The magical wards protecting her during her long sleep dissipates as she sits up. Slowly moving her legs off to the side of the altar, she carefully stands; holding on firmly with her hands so she does not fall.
'Ma' Enlea... can you hear me?' Her mind whispers, reaching out to her old friend. Hearing nothing back, she tries again, 'My light...are you awake?' This time a groggy purr fills her thoughts, 'Siofra... is it time?' The rough feline voice echos in her head.
'It feels that way, my light.' A gruff huff is all she hears as she looks around, finding her weapons in a crystal case next to the altar. Retrieving her long bow, quiver and dagger, Siofra slowly heads out of the cave; knowing that her light was in a similar cave somewhere near by.
It had taken her some time to find her friend, her light, Enlea, a black griffon of old. He had been the only one to understand her during her adolescence; from her plight with her people to knowing that her first love would always be unrequited.
Shaking her head, she banishes those old thoughts away. "Come my friend, we must hunt before we head south east." She climbs onto his back, gently threading her fingers in his feathers until she has a firm grip.
"His power feels strongest there." Enlea responds with a low growl, launching off the cliff in front of his cave.
After thousands of years of waiting... this can finally come to an end.