Thank you all for stopping by to read this fic!
As the tags suggest its a bit of a prequel to the other games,
an...introduction of sorts to our protagonists.
We hope you enjoy and don't be afraid to comment.

Some of the beginning chapters will be short, but they will lengthen in time.

With that said, please enjoy Pushing Boundaries: The Circle


News in the circle always spread like wildfire; especially when rumours of new mages were whispered from the Templars. Soon the entire Ferelden Circle was abuzz with slight excitement. Even if the tower was a prison, seeing a few fresh faces was enough to endure the lifelong sentence and make it a little less terrible.

It was rumoured that today the new mages would be introduced into the circle.

Anaise, a five (or was it six?) year old elvhen mage who had been in the Circle since what felt like birth, hoped that one of the new mages would be her age, or at least nice to her. Most of the mages in the Tower were older humans who ignored her (and even the handful of other children didn't care for her), the only nice one was Senior Enchanter Irving.

The mageling sat at the long table in one of the few classrooms and slowly memorized letters, words, phrases (like, yes ma'am, no sir, magic is meant to serve man, not control him).

In the middle of the lecture the teacher was interrupted by a commotion in the winding hall. The sound of mages scuffled down the corridor towards the main room.

The new mages had arrived.

Anaise popped out of her seat and scurried out of the classroom, chanting in her head "please give me a friend, oh please oh please!"

Templars guarded the main entrance like a wall of armor. The doors opened with a deafening creak and more Templars poured in, surrounding a pitifully small band of mages.

Anaise ducked and weaved her way through the crowd, hoping to get a glimpse. As soon as she broke to the front, her green eyes widened. In the front of the small group was another elvish girl about her age. Her brown hair was sloppily tied in a braid and her clothes gave away that she must have come from the Denerim alienage.


Sienna thought her legs were going to fall off if she took another step. She had been walking for three, maybe four, days since the caravan was attacked by bandits. The details were a haze of sound in her mind since another mage had covered her eyes from the fight. But none of that mattered now, she was in the Ferelden Circle in the center of Lake Calenhad, and even more important, there was another Elvhen girl with short red hair and strange pale markings on her face gawking at her.

Sienna smiled a little, the first time in what felt like ages.


This is a repost of the fic before, small things have been fixed and will hopefully be updated everyday.