A/n- Hello everyone. It has been a very long time since I've posted on here, partially because I'm a college student and that takes up the majority of my time and partially because I look back at some of the stories that I wrote when I was 14 and, though I still appreciate the effort I put into them, I really question what I thought I was doing. It makes it very difficult to update those stories when I know that I all honesty I should just go through and re-write them. Regardless, I was so struck by the experience that I had playing Dragon Age: Inquisition that I really felt I had to go ahead and write it all down. This is not so much a fanfiction as it is my Inquisitor's thoughts on her burden as Andraste's Herald and as leader of the Inquisition as well as her relationships with those around her. In essence, I have sought to novelize the plot here. Please, if you've managed to make it through all of that, read on. I'd love to have your feedback.
Prologue
Warmth seeped from the ground into the skin of her cheek, a stark contrast to freezing air that brushed past her face. In the few seconds of consciousness, she managed after falling from the Fade she glimpsed the tips of shoes, the tips of swords jabbed her back. Despite her best efforts, she felt the odd green light about her, slipping away. Dissolving into the intense burning, she felt creeping up her arm. Someone lifted her from the stone digging into her cheekbone as her mind fell into the darkness.