Author's Note

Hello everyone! So, as you can see I've decided to write a little Dragon Age fanfic set during the sixth blight. It will mostly be set in Fereldan, although if enough people ask for it, I may include Kirkwall and possibly Orlais. So, fair warning, this first chapter will be short as I just want to give you an idea of what the MC is capable of.

The fire crackled and sent sparks up into the night sky, where they disappeared into that dark abyss. Clouds prevented the moon and stars from casting their light on the earth. The light from the fire cast itself upon the one who created it, a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. A large zweihander was laid beside him, along with a much smaller dagger that would normally be kept at his waist.

Culann's gaze was focused on the flames, watching them dance and shoot out sparks. To him, it looked rather beautiful.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. Turning his head to stare in the direction they were coming from, he stared into the darkness of the forest. For a minute, there was nothing, but then a woman appeared out of the darkness. Her dress was torn, and cuts and bruises covered her body. She saw Culann and immediately began screaming for help while running towards him. He could tell she had been running for a while, evident by how tired she appeared, but he made no move to help her just yet. He wasn't very trusting of other people.

As she got closer, her foot caught an upturned root and she struck the ground face first into a puddle of mud. "Please…help me," she begged after lifting her face out of the muck, tears streaming down her face.

Before Culann could get a word out, several darkspawn appeared, running towards the clearing where both he and the girl were situated. They were all hurlocks, something Culann didn't complain about. Releasing a sigh, he got to his feet and turned to face the oncoming group. "A waste of my time…" Raising his hand, he pointed his index finger at them and flicked his wrist downwards. The darkspawn hit the ground at the same time, unable to get back up. "Begone with you!" Bringing his arm back, he thrust his palm forward and several balls of fire emerged. They each hit their target and immediately set them ablaze. After a couple of minutes, their bodies were nothing but ash.

"Too easy," Culann stated, and it appeared that the Maker heard him. He could feel the ground shake beneath him. The shakes were beginning to become stronger, and then a roar shook the trees, giving Culann an idea of what was coming.

Accompanied by another roar, an Ogre burst from the treeline and made a dash towards Culann, completely ignoring the woman now curled up on the ground. Raising it's fist, it sent the boulder smashing attack towards Culann in the hopes that it would crush him like so many others before. Only it didn't.

The Ogre's attack was denied by Culann, who stopped it merely with his hand. The force of the Ogre's fist meeting Culann's hand created a gust of wind that blew back Culann's straight, shoulder-length black hair, and revealed a pair of glowing silver eyes.

Shooting forward, Culann thrust his own fist into the Ogre's belly, doing little damage on the outside but fatal damage on the inside. The Ogre was sent flying into the air, before falling into the darkness of the forest and creating a loud thud as it hit the ground. With the danger over, Culann's eyes dimmed and shifted a more natural brown.

Grabbing his zweihander and tying it to his back, along with tying the dagger to his waist, Culann made his way over to the woman. He could sense the taint within her, and knew that she was going to die anyway regardless of whether or not he had helped her. The world was a cruel place to live in sometimes.

"T-t-thank you," she stuttered, her hands gripping onto his trousers as she gazed up at him, relief and joy etched on her features. Culann stared down at her, an immense feeling of guilt building up inside him as he knew what he had to do, but it was better for her this way. She would be able to join the Maker now.

Getting down on one knee, Culann wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. "It's okay, it'll all be okay," he whispered, placing the palm of his hand on her back, directly over her heart. He could feel the energy build up within his hand, slower than any other time he had called upon magic, and then he released it, sending an electric shock into her, stopping her heart immediately. For a minute he remained there, keeping her held against him before finally letting her go and getting to his feet. "I'm sorry." With that, he pulled his hood over his head and set off into the forest, the Tower of Ishal and the ruins of Ostagar now in sight…

Author's note

Tada! Introduction of the MC complete…sort of…not really. More will come soon, including his companions. Actually, I may get one of my reviewers (If I get any) to make up a companion. That'd be fun, right? Anyway, hope you enjoyed that little taster and I look forward to posting the next chapter!