Prologue

Korcari Wilds

I looked around. A forest? How did i… how am I in a forest? I live in Denver, Colorado. That's a damn CITY. And last I checked? Teleportation isn't possible! On top of that… I should be dead.

The last thing I remember… was a fire. I had been able to get my son into his fathers' arms before a beam came down between us. I burned alive refusing to make any noise; I didn't want my sons' last memory of me to be my screams… easier than it sounds, as it turns out. When you're in pain 24/7 and a mama bear protecting her cub, things like that tend to be just a bit easier…

"Well, well. What have we here?" I heard. That voice was too familiar by far. I stiffened and turned around; It was indeed Morrigan from Dragon Age. And by the looks of things, this was Origins. Damn. She looked… beautiful. Black hair in a messy bun, gold eyes that reminded one of a dragon – reptilian silted pupil and all, tan skin that was obviously from time spent in the sun, and if I had to guess, I'd say about 5'6… shame I was still female, since Morrigan was straight.

"What say you? Why have you come here? You are obviously not one of the Wilder folk, nor are you a scavenger by the look of you," she continued.

"Forgive me, but… could you tell me where I am?" I asked. I had to be sure. "Interesting. Two people with manners in the same day? You are in the Korcari Wilds, East of Ostagar in southern Ferelden. Now then, tell me your name and I shall tell you mine," she answered with an amused glint to her eyes. "My name is… Arvaala. And I think I need to speak to your mother. Flemeth may know how I got here," I said. I wasn't sure why I had chosen that name, it just popped into my mind. My name was Abigail before this. Her eyes widened and she took a step back.

"I… Very well. Follow me then. If it pleases you," she turned away and I stood to follow.

"Mother! You have a guest," She called as we arrived to the hut. I took it in. 2 floors… in fact it looked almost exactly as it did in Game on the outside. Flemeth herself looked more like she did in the second and third games. Not at all like the first game. She too stood around 5'6 her white hair done up in her signature horn-like style, her eyes like Morrigans, and her skin as pale as milk.

"Interesting. You know more than many. What need have you of I?" Flemeths voice was smooth.

"Andaran Atish'an Asha'bellanar, you may call me Arvaala. I either need your help… or your advice," I greeted her. That's when I looked down to a puddle to my left, and saw my reflection. I was still about 5'3, still bigger in the gut and chest than I liked, (at 240 pounds with boobs that were bigger than small melons, I was constantly trying to lose weight)… but my ears were now pointed, my hair was straight (straighter than me, in any case), waist length and Firetruck red, my eyes were light silver and seemed to give a slight glow in the light… my skin was still 'I wanna be a vampire' white though. Basically? Only my ears, eyes, and hair had change.

"You don't look like one of the People?" she asked. "No. Putting it simply, where I'm from, there is no Magic, Elves, Qunari, or Andrastian Faith. I only know of those things due to… unusual circumstance."

"Well, for someone born in a magic-less land, you seem to have strong magics. At least what I can feel from you. And you're an elf too. You may have come through the tear in the veil that I mended not long ago… but if so, why did you not land by me? Hmmm…" Flemeth seemed to contemplate.

Suddenly she looked to the West. "I must go," I nodded. "Save the Wardens then. We will talk later. I hope."

And with that she turned into a purple black dragon and rushed off.