A/N: Ok guys I added a lot of detail to this and made corrections. I hope you like the new chapter as it is! Also, I fixed the name difference that was first seen in chapter five! All credit for the Elvhen names in here go to FenxShiral I found them thanks to Project Elvhen. Vunin's name goes to Dragon age Wiki. Enjoy!

Prologue: The new Anchor

Fern's P.O.V

Fern Lavellan had been unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Now she knew her little one would never know its father. She had fallen in love with Solas "Fen'Harel" or the dread wolf. Cullen and Varric agreed to be uncle's of her child.

If anything happened to her Varric agreed to take her child to Hawke and Fenris for them to raise. When she slept she tried to find Solas to speak with him, but he would always vanish before she spoke. Rubbing her hand over her stomach Fern sighed feeling her child kick.

"I hope you will be strong and healthy da'len," she said "you will need to be strong for the hardships you will face."

Two months later:

Fern, lay drained of all energy, her arms wrapped around a small precious baby girl. Catching sight of the flushed cheeks she felt a shot of warmth fill her core, a sure sign that her baby was healthy. A sign the midwife confirmed. Fern could already sense her daughters magic. Her attention was drawn to her daughters left hand by a familiar flash of green. The anchor. Her daughter had inherited the anchor. Hoping that if Solas sensed it he would come to them.

"My little da'len your father, Fen'harel, would see this world destroyed," Fern spoke softly "but I have a friend hunting him down to delay him until you are strong enough to face him."

Fern's eyes flicked up to the doorway where a tall Elvhen woman stood. The woman wore armor similar to Abelas only in different colors. The vallaslin of Dirthamen stood out in contrast against the woman's fair skin.

"The child is strong Inquisitor. But I have doubts about Fen'harel coming for her."

"Athera, you may doubt him as you will, but I do not doubt that if he senses the new anchor he will come." Fern's voice was firm despite the warmth she felt for her daughter.

Athera narrowed her dark green eyes at Fern's words. She had openly doubted Fern many times since word of Fen'harel spread across Thedas. And many times she had been proven wrong. The Inquisitor truly did know every single one of her companions well. If she proved to know Fen'harel as well as she believed she did Athera would look twice a fool. Turning on her heel, Athera left the room her black braid trailing behind her.

Fern's eyes narrowed at the door before she used her magic to seal the door against visitors. Her eyes returned once more to her daughter, and softened seeing sleepy silver eyes staring at her with curiosity. Smiling gently Fern pressed a tender kiss to her daughters crown.

"My da'fen you shall be called, Alnifena, for during your life you will be walking among wolves." Fern said softly.

Alnifena yawned and with little prompting went to sleep. Amusement flooded through Fern at once. Standing she gently settled her child into her cradle, before returning to her own bed.

Valor's P.O.V

Turning slightly he heard what sounded like a wailing infant in the distance. The sound was followed by the roar of a pride demon. Valor has lived since the fall of Elvhenan, and unlike the younger spirits of Valor he chose to remain clear of mortal desires. Not attempting to return to the physical world was what had kept him safe and left him as he was unchanged as well as unconflicted. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved toward the sounds in time to see a very old pride demon get thrown back from a baby elf.

The magic around the child manifested itself into an older grown version of the child and protected the infant. Even he could see that as an infant the child was full of righteous courage. Valor moved toward the child swiftly and scooped her into his arms. Racing away he heard the pride demon stumble as it stood once more. Valor made it back to his place within the fade and looked the child over for injuries. She was strong that much he could see.

Becoming firm in his decision he vowed to watch over the child whenever she entered the fade as she slept.

Alnifena's P.O.V

The clouds covered the sky and blocked the sun, three days after Alnifena had turned five. She watched curiously from her place behind one of the large trees in the courtyard as the templars and soldiers sparred with one another. She had slipped from her lessons unseen again. Alhannon, a sentinel of Dirthamen, had gotten distracted by the lesson himself. The lesson was supposed to help her learn to control her magic, and begin learning what elements she could and could not use.

She liked her lessons, but sometimes they got boring. Alhannon was a good teacher, and very patient with her. However, sometimes he would end up distracted by some complication that came up during the lessons. Alnifena knew she was not supposed to be outside without one of the sentinels with her, but she was curious about what the others were doing.

Unknown to Alnifena one of the newer recruits was behind her with his sword raised high. She started when the sun came out from behind a cloud briefly to show the shadow of the recruit behind her, and she turned around fast to stare up at the recruit with wide eyed terror. Alnifena pressed her back tightly against the tree she had been looking around as the sword began to come down at her.

"DA'LEN!"

A staff cracked against the recruits blade blocking its path to the child. The recruit ripped his sword free of the staff, but was forced to back away from the tall male elf that had seemed to suddenly appear between his blade and the child. Alhannon advanced on the recruit dropping the staff and drawing his daggers fury simmering in his amber eyes. The sound of blades clashing brought every officer in the courtyard running.

Cullen blocked his lieutenants path to the elf and recruit that fought well away from Alnifena who was curled against a tree watching wide eyed. Alhannon's blades crossed to catch the recruits blade on them, and before the blade could be pulled free he hooked one of the hand guards on the blade trapping it. Bearing his weight down he snapped the blade in half and dropped his daggers to grab the recruit by the throat lifting him into the air with ease.

"You dare attack your Inquisitors daughter in an attempt to kill?" Alhannon's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Scum! That brat stands in Lord Fen'harels way of bringing an end to this world!"

"A five year old child stands in a god's way? How amusing. I am very willing to bet you and your superiors took a shot in the dark and assumed he knew she exists. You were ordered by a superior who had no proof Fen'harel knows about her and now you lose your life for the attempt and will be a warning," Alhannon's normally warm and kind voice had gone cold as ice and hard as steel. "Da'len close your eyes and do not look."

Alnifena did as she was told and covered her eyes. A sharp crunch filled the courtyard followed by a thud, and more silence. The sound of footsteps followed and her mother's kind voice filled the air.

"Athera, get that out of my sight now, and return him with a note stating he got in the Inquisitions way." Fern's voice was equally hard and cold.

"As you command Inquisitor." Athera's voice came from somewhere to her right and was full of scorn.

Alhannon was crouched in front of her when she uncovered her eyes and a kind smile lit up his face. He was tan skinned with dark blond hair that fell to his shoulders. His vallaslin honoring Dirthamen was a darker amber color which helped his eyes stand out more. Offering his hand Alhannon helped her to her feet and kept her close to his side. Her mother's back was to them as she conversed with Cullen about the recruit.

Turning to them Fern's eyes softened seeing Alnifena unharmed. She moved to them and knelt in front of her daughter. Drawing Alnifena in for a hug she kissed her forehead softly.

"Da'fen I asked you to stop sneaking from your lessons for this very reason. Now will you please listen?" Fern's voice was stern yet soft and comforting.

Alnifena nodded and followed Alhannon back inside to finish her lessons.

Later that night after dinner, Alnifena climbed into her bed and fell asleep almost immediately. Opening her eyes in the fade she looked around before giggling and taking the form of a white fox she raced through the fade. Splashing through a river had her yipping in laughter and she launched herself into the spirit of Valor's arms nearly knocking him down.

"Little wolf I find your mother should perhaps change your name to little fox." Valor's voice was dry yet amused.

Alnifena returned to normal giggling all the while. A glimmer in the fade drew her attention to it and a kind voice filled the air.

"Ah so this is the little fox I've watched race back and forth every night."

A tall male elf with long black hair tied back into a low tail stepped from the light. He wore a shirt with an open collar and soft leather breeches, but instead of wearing boots he was barefoot. His eyes were a dark sea green and his skin was fair.

"Uncle Vunin! You came!" Alnifena's voice was filled with happiness and brought a smile to the mans face.

She launched herself from Valor's arms and into Vunin's arms.

"I did promise da'len. Although I didn't know I would have to track you all the way across the fade to see you." His voice was dry and teasing causing her to giggle.

She trained with the sentinels during the day and at night as she slept she learned from Valor and other spirits that were slowly drawn in by the child's friendly demeanor. She even drew demons to her and they too taught her. Her trusting nature relaxed the demons and instead of appearing as the monsters they were to humans they were released to their spirit forms around the girl.

"Uncle Vunin, Athera scares me. She's always mean to mommy, Alhannon and the others. A recruit attacked me today saying something about Fen'harel, and Alhannon killed him. But Athera, she just looked really mad at Alhannon and mommy. I think she knows something about the attack." Alnifena's voice was a squeak from where her face was pressed to his chest.

"Did she now? Well we can't have that now can we?"

Alnifena's head shook in the negative and Vunin's lips curled downward at the edges in aggravation at her news.

"Tell me da'len do you know how to call to dreamers in the fade yet?" He asked gently his voice leaning toward comforting.

"No….Valor's been teaching me to control my own dreams first." she answered meekly.

A mischievous look came over his face when she looked up and she squealed when his hands began to tickle her sides.

"Well why don't I show you and you can tell Alhannon from the safety of the fade where Athera won't here you."

Her head nodded vigorously and he almost laughed when she got dizzy. For an hour he showed her how to let a small amount of her magic color the fade, and instructed her on how to call to a beings sleeping mind within the fade.

Her magic was a bright red within the fade as it slowly filled the air. "Alhannon?"

The fade around them rippled then taking the shape of vast halls of a library with ancient elves walking in every direction. She looked around in wonder and spotted Alhannon making his way toward them a mildly amused expression on his face.

"Da'len I didn't think you could do this yet."

Alnifena giggled and motioned toward Vunin. "Uncle Vunin taught me!"

Alhannon met Vunin's gaze and he immediately dropped to one knee in deference, but his tone was playful as he spoke to the five year old.

"Oh mighty dreamer did you require something of this lowly sleeping one?"

Alnifena burst into giggles again and felt Vunin and Valor's amusement at the sentinels antics.

"She said Athera seemed angry at you and her mother today. She also said she is scared of Athera. I believe it needs to be dealt with before it gets out of hand." Vunin's voice was light, but spirit and sentinel alike recognized the tone of command within.

"Ah, I will take care of it." Alhannon spoke softly before cheekily going back to teasing the young elf.

Alnifena's giggles echoed through the fade for the rest of the night.

The following morning, Alnifena heard shouting outside her room. Moving across her room she made sure that no sound came from within and cracked her door open slightly staring out into the great hall. There she saw Alhannon confronting Athera alone.

Athera's blow came swift and sure stunning the other sentinel. Alnifena saw the morning light glint off the blade of her dagger as she raised it above Alhannon's head.

"NO!"

Alnifena sprinted from her room and threw herself into Athera's legs with a scream and tears in her eyes. A crackle filled the air and a green light filled the hall. Following her instincts she opened her right hand and the anchor sparked and opened a rift within Athera's body dissolving her body and absorbing it into the fade.

Alhannon stood on quivering legs and drew the child into his arms and let her cry against his shoulder. He lifted his gaze from the small child in his arms and locked eyes with the Inquisitor. Alnifena had just proven far stronger than they had previously believed.

Eleven years have passed since then. Alnifena was taller than her mother with the same dark gray hair. Her magic was more powerful than her mother's. It had surprised everyone except Fern and the sentinels. Fern had yet to see her beloved in dreams or in the real world. She was left with no choice. She had to send her daughter after her father and hope that she was doing the right thing.

A/N: Athera means part of a dream. I thought it fit perfectly for her role in this chapter! Alnifena means dances with wolves. And Alhannon means favored soul of the wilds. I'll be updating the other 4 chapters as swiftly as I updated this one so that the names all match up and more detail as well.