I know you guys probably think stories where normal people are suddenly magically transported to a world of fantasy is cheesy. But I promise, this will be good. Just stick with it. This will go through Origins and 2. Rated M for mature statements and actions later on =)

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"Kimberly Wolfe, please come to my office" I heard my bosses voice drone on over the intercom. I tugged, irritated by the sudden disturbance, at my braid. He could have at least just called my desk, now everyone in the office would know I was in trouble. It's not like they held a 23 year old secretary to very high standards anyway. I worked at a publishing office in Boston Mass at the time, still going to school. My uncle was poker buddies with my boss so I got the job pretty easily, even if I were still on probation. I was an awkward woman, I still wore braids for god sake. I have to admit I wasn't at the best stage of my life at the moment, but I have very few complaints. I was overweight, not huge, or even obese, but I liked to eat out. I'm not much of a cooker, understand. I was average height, I used to think I was pretty good at gussying up enough where I could pass as pretty in society, but who ever really knows if they succeed at that sort of thing? I wore my brown hair either down, wavy and natural, or I braided them. It really depended on my mood, and if I wanted to spend even the minimal amount of time styling my hair.

Anyways, I stood and made my way to my bosses office, sure my face was red with embarrassment as my coworkers snickered. I knocked softly on the door, and there was no answer. So I knocked louder. This time I could hear my boss mumbling to himself as he read. I just opened the door slowly and poked my head in.

"Sir?" I said softly. He looked up with his pug like face and frowned.

"Ever heard of knocking Wolfe?" he barked, jerking his head for me to sit down. I didn't argue, I might have wanted to, but not even I'm stubborn enough to take the chance on a job. Especially in a city where they were scarce. Mr. Helkin went back to reading the manuscript he had been before. I crossed my legs awkwardly, my eyes shifting to the multiple awards and picture decorating his piss yellow walls.

"Wolfe!" he snapped. I jumped in my seat and looked back to him.

"Sir!"

"Do You know why you are here Wolfe?" he asked me. I had no idea, although I doubted it was anything nice, like a promotion.

"You gave the OK on this manuscript here?" He lifted it up, revealing the front page to me. It read, "King of Ages." I nodded slowly, it had been set on my desk that morning, so I had skimmed a few pages and put it on his desk. It really wasn't my job to do so, but I thought maybe I was being tested. Now I regretted even looking at the damn thing. He remained silent, setting it back down and looking at it with cold eyes.

"It…" he started, voice heated. I winced, preparing for the scolding of a lifetime. "Is really good Wolfe."

"What?" I asked, surprisingly calm.

"I said it was good Wolfe. I'm surprised you took the initiative. You've got balls Wolfe-" he chuckled at his own faux pas. "Do you want to be promoted? You could read the manuscripts and give them to me?" I gaped at him for a long moment, but a raised eyebrow told me I would have to reply quickly or this chance would leave.

"Yes, sir I would," I replied, as calmly as I could.

"Then get back to work Wolfe, tomorrow you can start," he pushed the manuscript away and picked up another one, dismissing me. The sexist, fat, prat, was my favorite person that day. I gave 110% on the rest of my work that day and I swear I couldn't stop smiling for the life of me. Obviously this confused my co-workers, the asses they were, and I felt pretty damn smug. I called my roommate afterwards to tell her the good news. Eva and I had been roommates since we moved to Boston from our hometown city of Keen New Hampshire.

"I am going to buy some wine for tonight, and some chocolate cake!" I exclaimed after a significant amount of squealing over the phone.

"Sounds good to me! Hurry up Kim, I am going to rent all of the Lord of the Rings. We can really geek it out tonight," Eva hung up before I could even reply. We only lived a few blocks from where I worked, she ran the bakery below our apartment.

I stopped in at a small store, Boston was filled with family run businesses, and I picked up some red wine and a rich chocolate cake. This was one of the rare good days I never had. I imagine I was probably whistling to myself, skipping down the street. Which is probably why I missed the signal, why I stepped out into the middle of the street to cross over, and why I was hit by the tour bus.

" As you see over there is the Boston- oh look we just hit a very stupid pedestrian. Now if you turn to the right…"

Of course I didn't hear this, I died almost instantly.

I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, nor did I see a gate of white or hear angels singing my name, excepting me into their arms. I remember thinking briefly, "I'm glad I didn't waste time going to church." There was a coldness, and I could feel my body, not a dejected spirit drifting. My eyes blinked in the darkness and there was a very rough wind around me.

"Aeirn…" a whisper floated through the air.

"Who?" There was a fast gush of wind that blew my hair back and caused my voice to choke on itself.

" Beware Urthemiel!" the voice cried in despair, it was a combination of two voices, a softer one echoing a louder one, both male. Unable to answer, I groped the air in front of her.

"Beware…"called the soft voice from beside me. Who? I wanted to ask. The voices didn't scare me, nor did the idea that I was dead.

"The Witch!" boomed the louder voice. My body jerked in reaction to the assault on my ears, and hands reached out and grasped my upper arms roughly, pulling me through the darkness.

The abrupt change between coldness and warmth, dark and light, calm and fear, caused me to scream. I closed my eyes and fought the hands that still gripped my arms tightly.

"Awaken girl!" the hands released and I opened my eyes at the harshness, the normalness, of the voice. An old woman with grey hair was sitting next to me, sharp eyes examining my face.

"What?" I croaked bringing my hands up to touched my face, my throat, my chest. I was alive! Wait…alive?

"Worried your missing something?" the old woman smirked.

"I was hit by a bus. A BUS. I should be dead…" I looked at my surroundings. I wasn't hurt, and I wasn't in a hospital. It was a wood room, a hut actually, dusty and unfurnished with anything I could recognize outside of the bed and a couple of chairs.

"You are dead, in a sort of….different way," the woman laughed. I felt like I was being played. A joke, hallucination, dream?

"I'm obviously not dead. Who are you, and where am I?" I demanded tensely. The woman raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"You are in Thedas. Fereldan, the Kocari Wilds, and my home. Will I regret having you here? I may."

None of that sounded even in the slightest familiar to me. For the moment I would hold utter disbelief in the facts given, until proven otherwise.

"Where is Boston?" Iasked calmly.

"In your world, I imagine. Surely not here," the woman stood and walked to a bookshelf and pulled two, three books down. I watched her wearily, putting my feet over the side of the bed. Looking down, I realized I was naked except for a white breast piece and matching underwear- clearly not my own. I pulled the blanket on the bed up under me arms to hide my partial nudity. I didn't look good naked- ever. The woman put the books on my lap, flipping the cover page of the first to a map that folded out to reveal a foreign text I couldn't read.

"This is…what language?" I hesitated to ask, hoping I didn't sound like I was being mollified.

"Tevinter, a little Fereldan too," she replied. She pointed to a spot clearly marked under "Ferelden" as "The Wilds."

"This doesn't prove this is real, or that I am not- as you say- in my world!"

"Proof? You want proof? A fool wants proof, a cat wants proof. A woman, gets proof," there was a shuffling outside of the door.

'For the sake of argument," I emphasized argument, " I admit that what I remember about dieing, 'cause that is what happened, and I don't recognize what little 'proof' of …Thedas? Yes, you have provided. Why am I here?"

"That," she replied, taking the book with the map and revealing the one underneath, " is because of this." It read " The Blights: Tales of the Old Gods." Something about it my heart pound and my mouth go dry.

"A blight?" I inquired, wrenching my eyes from the book to look at her. She had an amused expression, I was quickly falling for her bullshit. Was it bullshit? I couldn't shake this feeling that everything was off, different. I had very clear memories of the bus hitting me, and the darkness. There was no doubt that the accident killed me, it would have killed a horse with how fast and heavy the bus was. This obviously wasn't heaven- and only the cruelest satirist would call this woman a god.

"An old god, they introduced magic to the race of man-kind, slumber. They are tainted by an evil- the darkspawn, and raise to destroy man-kind and take the land. Poisoning it. This is a blight, when the tainted god rises in the form of a dragon to destroy the land," the woman's voice was low, as if memorized by her own words.

"Magic? Dragons, for god's sake! You have a god right?" I sneered, shoving the book away.

"Calm girl," was the reply, acidic. " You do best to respect the only person in this world who can help you survive- the one who gave you a second chance to live"

That shut me up. "Why me?"

"…I don't think I know the answer to that at the moment, all will reveal itself when the time comes."

"And now? What do I do? I have no possessions, not even the clothes on my back from when I died," I felt the urge to be petulant to this woman, whom I had to rely but couldn't trust.

"Morrigan!" the woman's voice reached what seemed like every corner of the hut.

"What do you want old woman?" a muffled voice called from outside. I waited for the woman to get made, show any hint of anger or irritation, but there was none. Instead she just chuckled, after a few minutes the door to the hut opened and a scantily dressed woman walked in with a seemingly permanent frown. She saw me and her lips pursed tightly.

"And your project is awake mother, is she all you expected?"

"My magic and thoughts are my own girl, just find something suitable for our guest to wear-"

"My name is Kimberly," I cut in heatedly.

"Not anymore. Find something else to call yourself girl. Find clothes Morrigan."

Morrigan looked at me critically and shook her head. I knew full well she was thinking something cruel about my weight. She was almost perfectly sculpted as a woman, with large heaving, barely covered, breasts and a tiny muscular stomach.

"Where are you going?" she barked at her mother, although I couldn't be sure that was their exact relationship.

"None of your business. I will be back tomorrow. Read those books I gave you girl, and listen to Morrigan. Sometimes she knows what she is talking about" She left without looking back at either of them.

"Come, I suppose I will find you something…temporary until I can…find….some travelers to trade with," Morrigan knelt by a chest in the corner and shuffled through the contents. I brought the blanket with me, setting all three of the books onto the table besides the bed.

"Is that woman…always so…." I hesitated.

"So..?"

"Nuts?"

Morrigan laughed and turned when she stood, holding some clothes and boots out for me to grab. Awkwardly, I kept the blanket up and took the clothes. She didn't move to leave and watched me with even eyes. I felt my face heat up and I eyed the door, clearing my throat. She rolled her eyes but left me alone. The clothes were simple, old styled cotton textured. A shirt, harsh but warm, a dark brown, and slack like pants, too long for my legs. The outfit was loose enough to fit, luckily, but too warm for the temperature in the hut. I put the boots on over the pant legs so they wouldn't be ruined on the ground.

"It will do for now," Morrigan stood in the doorway with a skeptical eye. I noticed the staff on her back and wondered if it was for protection.

"What now?" I asked, a mantra for me in this confusing situation. I was completely at the whim of these women.

"What do you know of Fereldan?" she asked.

"That…It's called Fereldan."

"Let us start there then, Shall we?" she jerked her head out the door for me to follow her outside.

"So now his son is the King?" I asked, sitting in front of Morrigan under a large tree near a shallow brook of water.

"Cailin," she nodded. We had spent hours discussing geography, short term history, terms and phrases. They had a god, the Maker, and even a Jesus-like person, a woman called Andraste.

"Right. He is married to…Anora? His fathers friends daughter. He is…a Teryn?" I was concentrating hard on having the vocabulary memorized. Which was difficult considering I wouldn't even be able to name most of the titles or historical facts of my own worlds history. From what I could tell Thedas was like medieval Europe but with a much more lax system. Oh, there were elves, giants, mages, and evil zombie creatures called darkspawn. No biggie.

"What?" Morrigan sounded irritated.

"Hmm?' I intoned, studying the surrounding forest.

"Still think it's all a dream? You will wake up any moment," she half sneered, half laughed. It wasn't that we didn't get along, just that we both held ourselves apart- refusing to be open. Our conversation had centered solely on Thedas, Fereldan specifically. Outside of that all I had really learned is that he name was Morrigan, the womans name was Flemeth, and they were indeed mother and daughter. Plus, on top of everything, they were mages. Although, when Morrigan called Flemeth a witch there was a glint of amusement in her smile.

"Lets talk about the mages for a moment," I casually smiled watching her reaction. Outside of looking slightly annoyed at me, she didn't seem to react. "You said they lived in a tower.." I started.

"Only the ones who wish to be jailed like animals," said Morrigan coolly. "Others, like myself, choose to live outside of the Chantry rule and away from the Circle of Magi."

"Because of the Templars?"

"As only one reason!" She began to stand, I scrambled to collect the books and join her. " Mages are treated like outlaws if they do not join the circle. Even if they are in the circle they are treated like prisoners and given little to no right as humans. Hunted and branded like filth. It is disgusting, but who would expect less from humans, surely not I!" she began to pace in her heated rant. I hadn't meant to egg her on like that, but she made very valid points. It was similar with the elves. She had told me about how they had been slaves, then free, and then enslaved again only to be freed later and treated like third class citizens. To be fair, they were a few hundred years behind my own when it came to social equality, and even then my world wasn't perfect.

"I agree Morrigan, it is horrible!" I nodded. Her eyes snapped and she stared at me, wondering whether or not I was bullshitting her.

"Even if we have the potential to be abomonations, it is unfair…do you agree?"

"Just because it is literal with mages, doesn't mean average humans do not become "abominations" when given power or greed."

"Oddly, acute of you to say. I am surprised to say the least. Not that a stranger to our lands would pick up so quickly on that which many have failed to in the seat of power, but that you are completely unskilled and yet are chosen by my mother." Her words were frank and to the point. I myself wondered what I was here for, after hearing that Flemeth wasn't exactly flimsy with her magic use- especially magic strong enough to pull a soul from another world to a corporal form.

"We should ask her when we get the chance," I grinned.

"Even then we may only hear something about "taking a chance" or some other nonsense," Morrigan laughed.

"Nonsense is it? The barkings of an old woman with one to many years under her belt?" Flemeth stood not 5 feet away from us, arms crossed with a sheath of papers in one hand.

"Do not spy on me mother," Morrigan growled, demeanor changing in an instant.

" Oh but how else would I know what is going on that head of yours? How is our guest doing?" she looked to me.

"I have learned a lot. Morrigan is a good teacher," I realized it was later in the day and I was hungry.

"I doubt that some how. Lets go eat, Morrigan has an errand to run. There is a grey warden leading fresh meat through the woods. I have something they want. Go meet them and bring them back," Morrigans eyes went flat at the order.

"Don't burn the food mother," she flexed her fingers and her body transformed before my eyes into that of a wolf. It was the first bit of magic I had seen, and it proved that I was literally, not in Boston anymore.

"Morrigan," said Flemeth. The wolf turned and looked at her expectantly. " Don't scare them silly. As far as I could see they were all men." The Wolf seemed to roll her eyes and she was off, running through the trees. The old woman turned to me and smiled, not gently or kindly, but keenly.

"Er, what's for dinner?" was all I could think of to say.

" I expect I can conjure up something suitable," she replied wickedly.

Ok, so Alistair appears in the next chapter! I know Kimberly seems to be reacting pretty rationally, but later on when the significance of the Blight and he future part in it she will react exactly how you would expect her to!

Review and tell me what you think. Need a couple o Betas!