Oh no saares in trouble

The small boots of the baby Qunari were slow, carefully crunching along the snow as she attempted to remember that night. She had quite the spill, and her memory of the day were fuzzy. Of course, she was being cautious, heeding the words of Anders after he exerted himself to heal her wounds. She wasn't nearly as in pain as she was in just the past day, and was well enough, in her own mind, to scout out for her missing notes. It was important to her, a small journal of doodles and writings for her studies, something she had hoped to show Ella of her improvements and dedication to honing her latent abilities. She was happy, and even as the trees stretched high into the sky above her, she was calm. Where was it? Every so often she bent down to look at the ground, brushing away snow with gloved hands in an attempt to maybe stumble upon the lost literature. At least she didn't lose her study material, some of those books she felt were valuable, but that journal meant a lot to her. It was leather, dyed black, similar to one her father carried, and was a gift from him. Sure, another empty tome could be acquired, but she didn't want to disappoint her father with her clumsy antics. That's not what a Queen would do! "Come on..." She wished she remembered more. Bits and pieces floated in and out of her mind, the disorientation from that night had caused her memory to lapse on this, she remembered being carried back, slipping, finding some pretty rocks. But where? She stopped digging, getting up from her kneeling position and dusting the white particles off of her leggings. Not here, that's for sure. A small huff left her, and she was about to start again, but, the snapping of branches behind her made her pause. It was oddly quiet, save for the sounds of the chill wind winding through trees around her. Her eyes widened, freezing stiff as she held her breath in an attempt to hear anything around her. She mustered up what courage she had, and slowly began to reach for the wooden sword upon her back, pulling it out slowly. She knew her majestic blade would do no more than leave bruises, but maybe if it was an animal, she could scare it off. Once it was fully out, she twisted around quickly, an attempt to throw off any invaders, and pointed the tip towards...nothing. Her brows furrowed in a harsh scrunch, as if trying to look big and mean, something she was clearly not, but, she wasn't sure how to feel. Both relieved at nothing, but nervous that something was still there. She could feel it, that invasive glare from all sides. She didn't know why she felt it, something that had been coming and going for the past few weeks since she had went with her father and company to Kirkwall. But she didn't recall anything strange. The sword lowered, but remained out, holding it closer to herself as she backed up a few steps, head darting in all directions. She just wanted to get her journal, and go back to Skyhold. Maybe she shouldn't of left alone, but she never traveled too far away from the Hold's walls. She always made sure there was a guard tower in view, to act as a beacon in case she managed to get lost. Some part of her imagined there was a helpful guard watching her, but, the gaze she felt wasn't kind. It was cold, and forward, like a starving man to a buffet before him, salivating at the mere thought of taking what they sought. She turned around and began to hurry in her steps, hopping over debris and rocks. She swore she could see figures shifting behind trees, when did this forest become so horrifying? This feeling was making her paranoid, panting more loudly as she began to run. And it wasn't until the treeline broke, and she was back at the opening where she had her spill that she began to feel a certain ease. Perhaps it was the snowmen that had been created, surely from Talia and the others who were trying to help her find her journal. There was no words she could use to thank them. The silly, lopsided lumps of snow distracted her mind for a moment, and gave her enough time to get clarity. She remembers being here, and having pelted her friends with snowballs. Maybe she dropped it around here, she began to move deeper into the center. She still looked around her, her wooden blade grasped tightly in both hands, eyes widened, and ears sharp. She was hiding behind a tree, but why? She paused near one of the snowmen, and pondered this, back to the snow as if it would be a wall to any danger. She...found a funny looking mushroom. It had a big cap, and tiny stalk. She was drawing it, wondering how it managed to stay upright on such a spindly body. It was behind a bigger tree, hiding under the base of the roots that had been exposed by time. Yes, she glanced left and right, until she recognized the tree. It must of fell out of her pouch after she claimed victory over her enemies (via snowballs)! Her movements were renewed, she just had to see if it was there, and if it was, or wasn't, leave right after. She could fight off the feeling for a little longer if it meant getting back to everyone as quickly as possible. She slid besides the tree once she was close enough, looking all around the base, until she found the spot where the silly mushroom was, hiding in safety from the snow by the wood above it, and within the little cutout, she spotted it. She thought that was strange, it looked deliberate. Did she put it there? It didn't matter, she reached in, making a quiet apology to the plants within and trying her best not to disturb them. But, it was back in her hands, a small sigh of relief as she looked it over. It was dirty, but, oddly enough, not damaged by snow. She opened the book to inspect the pages quickly, making sure each and every page was safe. Notes about her dad, everyone else, the magic she was learning, childish drawings. But she stopped after the last page she used, her heart sinking as her eyes widened in confusion. After the doodle of the mushroom, the next page contained a single hand print, dried blood used as the medium, with a circle of runic symbols behind it. The feeling of being watched suddenly felt heavier, "W-what is-" <b>fffffFFFWHIP.</b> She didn't even register the noise until it impacted the tree just beside her head, her eyes shakily looking towards the arrow embedded just mere inches from having ended up in her skull. There was a quivering whimper as a twig snapped behind her, and she turned to see a figure in a cloak approaching, the hood hiding their face, but the gold-ornate bow was not so subtle. </i>"You've given us quite the chase, baby ox. But no more. I grow tired of it."<i> The voice was rough, masculine, with little regard of where the arrows were going. Saare let out another whimper, pushing herself against the tree as tears welled at her eyes. "G-get away from me!" She screamed, pointing the wooden sword up at the mysterious figure. He let out a little chuckle, up until the tip began to spark with blue flashes of magic. </i>"She didn't-"<i>. The sound of thunder cracked through the forest, the blue light flashing from Saare's sword as a wild bolt of lightning flew in the general direction, but her aggressor had managed to duck behind a nearby tree to avoid its impact. A tree was now ablaze behind him, his head turning to look at it, but as he looked back towards where Saare was, she was already up and sprinting back towards Skyhold. </i>"Bloody hell, the Mistress is going to need to toss in a few more gold pieces for this."<i> He nocked another arrow, and began to give chase, the small child's eyes now fully committed to her panicked sobbing as she rushed back to the safety of the walls, with a pursuer right on her tail. "Please...someone help!" She cried to the woods, putting every ounce of strength and muscle into her body into getting back to Skyhold.