Thread: The Left  Hand and Right Hand of the Divine (Javorcek X Clearsight)

See more The Fifth Blight was over. The Archdemon had fallen. The darkspawn had retreated back to the Deep Roads. Thedas was safe once again. So now what? Leliana wasnt sure what one did when the fighting was over. Neither was anyone else it seemed. It almost felt as though it wasnt real, that it was all too could to be true. The Blight was over and somehow they were all still standing. And so for awhile the Hero of Ferelden and his followers still traveled together, as if still en guard just incase. They took comfort in the makeshift family they had created while ridding the world of the last few darkspawn that lingered, righting various wrongs, and tying up all the loose ends. But danger never resurfaced, the Blight was indeed over, and now it was time to part ways. One by one the members of their group disbanded, on to do bigger and better things. There were so many choices for her. Should she go back to the Chantry? The life of a lay sister was pleasant though quiet, so quiet that she had finally been able to hear the voice of the Maker. Could I go back to such silence? Traveling with the Heroit had reminded her of her previous life, the life of a bard. Part of her missed the sweet dance that was the Game, missed the adventure and the excitement. But during that time she had unscrupulously killed so many. Is that what I still do now? No, it was not. The Warden had shown her that death was not the only option. Stillher arrows were not clean. Repentance would be the best way. The Maker had guided her to join the Hero of Fereldens party while she had been praying for forgiveness. Perhaps He would speak to her again when she was needed. --- For three years, Leliana dutifully served in the Valence Chantry in Orlais. She mentored under the Revered Mother Dorothea, a woman who once, had been one of the finest players of The Grand Game. The stories that the Revered Mother could tell broke up the monotony of Chantry life, and so Leliana paid close attention, setting out to become more like her. Here was a woman who had willingly chose a life in the Chantry and found fulfillment and happiness. Perhaps by mentoring under the Revered Mother, Leliana would find that same sort of intrinsic reward. Although her her day to day routine could be quite boring at times, the outside world did not beckon her, not like it had when the Hero of Ferelden had come. --- I would be honored if you would come with me, Leliana. The words of the Revered Mother still bounced around in her head even an hour later as Leliana quickly packed her bags. Her! The Revered Mother wanted her to come to the ceremony! The bard was practically bursting with excitement. Maybe it was bad to be so happy while so many of them were still mourning the loss of Divine Beatrix III. But Leliana couldnt help herself! The Maker and the clerics had chosen Dorothea to become the next Divine. And she was going too! To the Grand Cathedral to doto do What was she going to do once she was there? As if the Maker sensed her confusion, there was a knock at her door. Leliana bounded over her bed to answer itand then tripped over her robes and landed face flat on the floor. Oof! Leliana? Are you alright, child? The Revered Mother quickly opened the door to see what was wrong once she had heard the commotion on the other side. Ohyes Revered Mother, I mean, Divine, I mean, um It is still Revered Mother. At least until the end of the week. Dorothea chuckled and offered her hand to help Leliana up. The older woman looked around, a little horrified that the usually very clean, tidy room of a lay sister looked like a rampaging Qunari had just swept through it. I do hope you plan on cleaning up before we leave. Let it not be said that Sister Leliana left a mess of her room as her legacy to the Valence Chantry. Oh, yes, of course. Leliana blushed a little bit. I was just trying to decide what to bring and what to leave behind or donate Ah, well, I am glad that I stopped by then. You may leave behind your Chantry robes. The Revered Mother held up a hand to signal that Leliana wait a moment before asking the question on her lips. She then called out to the hallway and two other sisters came in, hauling a small trunk with them. Open it, it is for you. Still confused, Leliana knelt down to open the trunk. What she saw inside surprised her. Inside was a hooded uniform, one that included armor. I dontI dont believe I understand... Every Divine needs a Right and Left Hand. Dorothea smiled. You will be my Left Hand, Leliana. I entrust my soul to the Maker. But I entrust the safety of my earthly body to you. When diplomacy might fall, you will step in to protect the Chantry. I will not let you down, Revered Mother. Leliana nodded solemnly. She understood the burdens of the Left Hand and she would gladly accept them if they meant keeping her mentors life safe. Good. Dorothea smiled and embraced Leliana. Now, we leave in a few more hours. That should be plenty of time for you to clean up this mess and say your farewells.