WELCOME, welcome to my new story, this time in the Mass Effect universe (wanted to put it up before Andromeda :-) It's a crossover but there aren't too many Dragon Age elements so I put it in the regular ME fandom.

AN: Only this first chapter is somewhat in first person.

Prologue - Ser Trevelyan

She blinked several times, trying to shake off the fuzziness in hear head. She was on her hands and knees - a fleeting thought of gratefulness for her templar armor that cushioned her when she fell over flew though her mind. Her vision was blurry, her hearing dulled as if by water, but her nose worked fine - blood, smoke and the indescribable smell of the Fade.

The Fade.

Yet another rift had been formed in the Emerald Forest. The Inquisitor had fortunately been with them, all marching to intersect their enemy in the Arbor Wilds. Demons aplenty, but they were winning. She knew they were winning. She stood by the elven Inquisitor, protecting him as he used the Mark to close the rift.

But then something happened. As the rift was closing, it... pulsed. She immediately remembered the reports from Radcliffe. She held up her shield, as it that could protect her from the unknowns of the Fade, and stood before the Inquisitor who was primarily an archer.

The rift pulsed again and energy not unlike a Mind Blast erupted from it.

As everybody staggered and fell, she refused - she was a templar, even if she had not been stationed at a Circle Tower in a long while. Instead she took a step forward, forever a protector.

Then white. Blinding white.

That's all she could remember. She blinked again and shook her head, trying to focus. She needed to know what happened, the smell of blood did not bode well.

"See cheerleader, this is what you get when you mess with shit!" an angry voice shouted from nearby and loud banging sounds followed.

She frowned and gripped her sword tightly. She used it to stand up and then after a brief moment of hesitation she dropped her shield - she was feeling weak and it was too much of a burden. The voice made her focus but she could not see the source. Maybe the woman who spoke was in another... room.

For the first time her brain registered she was in fact in a room and not the beautiful forest the elves used to roam so long ago. Quite a large room, full of strangely looking machines that even the dwarves could not boast about. She also found the source of the burnt smell - two corpses nearby, all torn up from large claws and considerably singed. A rage demon, she was sure. Strangely there were no demons around, somehow they hadn't cared about the templar.

She made a weak and unsure step to inspect the bodies. Those were not the soldiers of the Inquisition. They were frail looking, like mages, and also like them were dressed in a longish garment. A white cloak. Since both of the corpses had them, she guessed it was some kind of uniform she had never seen before.

Like much of the other things in the room.

Finally the noise stopped.

She breathed out and gripped her sword with both hands. She did not know much at this point but she would be ready to defend herself - after all she was one of the chosen bodyguards of Divine Justinia herself. Before the Conclave that is. She still not made peace with the fact she was with Leliana, sister Nightingale, when Coripheus decided to attack.

She shook her head again, this was not the time for regrets. She needed to be ready for whatever comes.

Finally a small party entered from the door to the right. They were still quite far but she tried to assess the treat nonetheless.

Unsuccessfully. Strange armor, strange weapons, strange everything. The only thing she could say for sure was that they were warriors.

"A survivor?" the male with dark skin exclaimed in surprise.

"Great! Now maybe we can get some answers. I haven't seen such weird shit since I stopped taking the 'sand" was the bald tattooed one's reaction.

"She is not one of ours" the woman in a tight white armor declared with narrowed eyes.

But the apparent leader hasn't spoken yet. The templar held her gaze, waiting for a decision. Would they fight? Or will she get some much needed answers?

Finally the leader asked in a clear voice "Who are you?"