Gods where to begin...your disappearance. You and your companions had set forth into the ashen valley, the opened rift into the Fade roared angrily far overhead. The battle with Corypheus had reached its peak while you and your party fought through hordes of demons atop the ruins on the Temple of Sacred Ashes. Solas watched as you broke through the ranks, racing up the crumbling stone steps to meet Corypheus head on...alone. Solas could feel his stomach drop with horror as he frantically tried to break through the swarm. A scream, your scream, had cut through the chaos of the battle like a knife. A scream of pure agony.

Solas' gaze snapped back to your form; his eyes wide with absolute terror as Corypheus had dug his wretched claws into the mark upon your hand. The mark, spat and cracked violently with power as it began to grow. Rapidly, the mark consumed your very flesh, bones snapped, blood boiled, and skin turned to ash as the mark that had once been used to save the realm, ate you alive. The remainder of the battle had been a blur. The rift closed as soon as you had disappeared, and the remainder of your armies had destroyed Corypheus and his forces. Solas, personally dealing the killing blow. There was no celebration, no songs, no joy. The world had been saved but you were gone.

Months were spent searching for you, through the fade and mortal realm and yet nothing was found. Many lost hope and began to grieve your loss. Solas was the last to end the search for good. After a year and a half had passed, your funeral was finally held in the Skyhold courtyard, a statue of you built in your honor. Seasons passed and the empty pit in Solas never left. He had ended your relationship, told you it could never work and now here he was, broken and sobbing into the bed you two had once shared after yet another nightmare, wishing for nothing more than to have you back in his arms once more.