I always knew Solas was different.
It all started on that day.
His delicate fingers wrapped around my wrist. His grip strong, yet gentle.
His name is Solas. He is an elven mage, a free mage… an “apostate” as they call it.
Up above us was a green void, a void that was connected to the fade.
It sent shivers down my spine.
My hand began to glow, and I felt it pulse.
It was like there was a connection between it and the tear in the veil.
It didn’t hurt, but I found it strange…
“Is this what mages feel as they cast spells?” I thought.
This was probably not a good time to be thinking this.
As I snapped back to reality, my left hand was guided towards the void.
A glowing green stream of energy surged out at the opening, and soon enough
it closed.
He let go, but I wanted him to stay.
His touch lingered on my skin, and I craved for more contact.
Why am I feeling this way?
I don’t even know him.
His name yes,
but everything about him was shrouded in mystery.
It was as if an invisible veil was protecting him.
From what?
I don’t know
But I do intend to reach him,
Help him,
and open the veil that covers
his heart