This is my first ever fan fiction so I hope you like it I intend to write of not only events in the game but beyond. This does have spoilers including a romance with Dorian so if you haven't played through that option you may wish to first! (hopefully as a black haired, blue eyed elf reaver!) I people like my work I will willingly write sequels. Characters presented belong to the creators of Dragon age Inquisition. Title changed to represent this is not a cross over! **edited for easier reading thank you for the suggestion!**

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dalish=a elf descendant of those who settled in the "dales" after helping Andraste, consider barbaric and wild by some people

shemlen=meaning "quick blooded" a derogatory term used to describe humans

Elgar'nan=elf father, elven god of vengence


Frost clung in the air forming a hazy mist as Drakken pride of the Lavellan clan pulled his forest green cloak of halla wool tightly about him to ward off the cold. What was Keeper Deshanna Istimaethoriel Lavellan thinking? How would this conclave to end a shemlen war between the Mages and Templers help the people? He shook his head sending the deep ebony locks of thick hair that hung to his shoulders loose, one should not question the keeper her link to the fade gave her dreams Drakken could not fathom. Of course she chose him, he was strong some in the clan would claim him the strongest even at nineteen he was as tall as any human. In addition it was Drakken that often spoke up that the hatred was pointless the humans who destroyed Arlathan and even more recently those who went back on their word and took back the Dales were all dead, long buried. The older members of the clan would often roll their eyes and comment on the "fiery blood of youth." Still when shemlen did stumble upon the clan it was Drakken's fierce visage that gave them pause.

He shrugged in his dalish trappings his bare feet, the way he walked upon the snow rather than stumbling through it, the graceful strides despite the wicked maul upon his back , they all gave him away if he should be spotted in Haven the fact he didn't belong there would be blatantly obvious. Not everything was against him the dalish had a way of going unnoticed when they wished leading to tales of haunted highlands and spirit filled woods. It was this gift of the elvhen that allowed him to pass barely noticed.

The young elf was wandering the halls of the so called "Temple of Scared Ashes" seeking what his keeper meant him to find there when he heard a woman in distress. A good heart is often what the keeper said of him despite what his features often lead those who did not know him to believe. Drakken could not help but throw open the doors and demand to know what was going on. What met his narrowed gaze almost sent him reeling back, what was this deformed creature! In his surprise at seeing the elf Corypheus drops the his orb sending it rolling toward the door. Drakken only meant to pick up the object then throw it as a distraction in order to buy him some time. He had by the creatures face when it dropped, noticed the orb was valuable to it. Ignoring the pleas of the woman for him to "save himself" he never expected a explosion that sent him physically into the fade.

When he awoke he found himself bound upon his knees a heavy wooden shackle about his wrists. His ice blue eyes set off by the charcoal he painstakingly painted about his eyes and the black clan tattoo that skirted the outer corner of his right eye, he blinked staving off the sudden blinding torchlight. A sudden searing pain lit up his left hand, what had these shemlen done to him!

Seeker Cassandra circled the bound elf, unlike the city elves that bowed their heads and adverted their eyes this one's gaze followed her pacing as if waiting for a chance to pounce. He was dangerous and she knew it, there was no doubt he caused the explosion. The elf grimaced as another expansion of the mark lit up his hand. It must hurt she thought but the elf stoically grit his teeth refusing to cry out in pain. She yanked up his right arm with enough force to dislocate a his shoulder, "What is this on your other hand?!" The elf would only grunt at her with a glare that was clear if he was loose he would set upon her like a wild beast. Perhaps he needs to be told the gravity of his situation. They needed him but Cassandra was not ready to tip her hand to that, not yet.

"The prisoner" was lead outside to greet a hundred angry faces all wanting his blood for the death of the divine but it wasn't them he looked at as his eyes were immediately drawn to the massive vortex in the sky.

"W..what is that?" the elf who had so far not even spoken voluntarily asked a sort of hazy disbelief in his voice for the moment his deep tenor had lost the edge of spite Cassandra had heard up till now.

"That is the breech and we shall see if your mark can close it." she said matter-of-factly as she tugged him along by the right arm she had dislocated after all she only needed his left hand. The movement elicited a snarl from the elf but nothing more as she lead him off. Those gathered jeered or simply glared as the guards pushed them back for Cassandra to lead her strange charge through. Between the pulses that racked his form from the mark up, the shackles, days without food or water, and now his dislocated shoulder the elf could barely stumble along.


They weaved along the road toward the temple bridge the burning in his left arm seemed to increase as he ground his teeth. So he was to be what, some sort of tool for the shemlen? Was none of their own brave enough to endure this ruinous magic they put on his hand? How was this going to help the people? By Elgar'nan if he had use of both his arms and a great blade he'd teach them a lesson.

It was Cassandra speaking again that jarred him from his own thoughts. "If we do not close breech it threatens all of Thedas, it threatens you just as the breech grows so does the mark on your hand." she explained in her heavy Nevarran accent. As if to back up the seekers words a larger than normal pulse from the breech brought the elf to his knees, for once a cry of pain escaped his tightly pressed lips. The light from the mark engulfed them both in a green expanse of light then faded. It was then that Cassandra felt the first gnawing of doubt, Why would anyone do this to themselves? It was obvious the elves stoic nature was masking the intense pain. Cassandra leaned down, gentler this time a twinge of guilt for what she had done to his shoulder it wasn't like her to torture prisoners.

The dalish elf looked up to meet her gaze and it stopped her for a moment, had the inner irises of his eyes always been golden? Till now she thought his eyes reminded her of a cold glacier she had once seen but now upon closer look they were more like the endless sunrise of a midnight sun only seen in the far north. The dawn will come. What a strange thought to have Cassandra thought, as she crouched next to the elf offering her water skin. "Drink." the warrior woman commanded.

The elf paused a dubious expression on his gaunt face did she mean to poison him? No, they needed the mark though they very well may kill him later, it would be wiser to poison him then see how many flat ears he could take with him Drakken thought.

Cassandra sighed out "Stubborn! Fine then, listen elf we both know your unarmed, injured, famished, you will be no match for me. So I free your hands and you come else if you try anything I will run my sword through you. Perhaps your hand will work severed from your body?" The Seeker smirked of course it was a blatant lie Solas had insisted time and time again if the dark haired elf died so would the magic but the elf didn't need to know that. In reply the Drakken merely nodded as she cut the shackles off. The Seeker felt another tug of her conscience looking into the elf's face, dirty his cheeks sunk in from lack of food or water he looked so much unlike the snarling creature ready to lunge at her hours ago.

So began the story of a elf thrown into the chaos of a human war...