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So Dragon Age is a new universe I'm interested in writing in. This type of fanfiction, is not new to me, but I find that my Inquisitor is hard to get a read on, and I think that's because she's not very sure of herself. Anyway, I came up with the idea because of music and my love of Dragon Age: Inquisition. I don't want this to be too long, but I have several chapters already written, but I'm starting off with one for a while before I post the others. I'm still tweaking them.

The song is not my own, I shall pay credit where credit is due. BEFORE the song starts. Now then, on to the story!

I do NOT own Dragon Age!


An elven mage traveled through the forests of Ferelden alone, with a thin cloak as her only defense against the winter winds. She was thankful that she had chosen to wear boots since her delicate feet would be numb otherwise.

Her silvery-blue eyes could barely make out the end of the treeline, signaling that she had reached a stopping point in her journey.

"Asteria, you must get to the Conclave and find out what's going on. Our people are at a disadvantage, and as First, this falls to you. If the Conclave fails, we cannot be caught unawares." The Keeper advised.

She nodded, "I understand."

"Try to blend in with the other mages, Asteria, but not so much that the Templars try to attack you."

Asteria gave her Keeper a playful smirk, "I'm sure I'll think of something."

"Stay out of trouble, no one else will be there with you."

"Trouble hunts me down like the Dread Wolf." Asteria muttered under her breath, but she gave the Keeper a determined nod before starting her journey.

Asteria was too excited to stop and rest. For the first time in years, she was out alone and away from the Keeper's watchful eye. Suddenly, the world and life her father had told her about, seemed so much closer.

Her hand reached for the necklace around her neck, rubbing the iron chain before pulling at the crudely cut sapphire that hung from it. It was a crescent moon, he told her it was the moon she was born under, the second most beautiful sight he witnessed that night; her birth being the first.

The elf stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree as she stared at the sky, her fingers following the shape of the moon on her necklace. She tucked a strand of raven hair behind her ear as she began to sing,

(On My Father's Wings from Quest for Camelot)

If you were with me now
I'd find myself in you
If you were with me now
You're the only one who knew
All the things we planned to do

Asteria continued her path through the forest, carefully picking her path down the hill before running for the nearest tree and quickly scaling it. She hopped from tree to tree using the branches; snow just slowed her down.

I want to live my life
the way you said I would
With courage as my light
Fighting for what's right
Like you made me believe I could

She could see the mages and Templars walking a path to the Conclave and she looked above them, her eyes widening at the sight of the Temple of Sacred Ashes. She never thought she'd ever see such a wonder.

And I will fly on my father's wings
to places I have never been
There is so much I've never seen
And I can feel, his heartbeat still
And I will do great things
On my father's wings

Asteria moved quickly, hopping from tree to tree, eager to reach the Temple. This was her chance to help her people and to see something outside of the forests that was not described to her in stories from visiting city elves or from the Keeper.

This world I'll never see
My dreams that just won't be
The halla's stride
With one day's ride
Will have covered more
distance than me

"One day da'len, you're going to see the world. I know this to be true, because there's that spark in your eyes, that drive for freedom, reveals who you are."

"But papa, you say I have many sparks."

He laughed, "You do, da'len. And it makes you very special."

But I will fly on my father's wings
To places I have never been
There is so much I've never seen
And I can feel, his heartbeat still
And I will do great things on my father's wings

She climbed the cliffs carefully, not wanting to fall. Her hand clasped around the pillars and stones that made up the building and she was amazed by the silent strength of the old temple.

Someday with his spirit
to guide me and his memory beside me
I will be free to
fly on my father's wings
To places I have never been
There is so much I've never seen
And I can feel his heartbeat still
And I will do great things

On my father's wings
On my father's wings

The elf climbed in through a window on the second floor and her silvery blue eyes took in everything before her in excitement as her ears twitched, picking up the sound of nimble fingers itched for her staff, but she left it on her back. Her feet took soft steps as she snuck down the hall, following the voices.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Prepare the sacrifice."

"Someone! Help!"

Asteria gasped, someone was in danger. She didn't hesitate, she broke into a run and burst through the doorway.

"What's going on here?"

"Run! You must warn them!" The woman yelled.

"Kill the intruder." The horror ordered.

Her silvery eyes narrowed in defiance as she reached for her staff. The woman's arm escaped her captors and she slammed the glowing orb out of the horror's grip.

"Take it and run!"

The elf didn't hesitate. She grabbed the orb and moved to run, but searing pain erupted in her hand and everything went black.


She woke with a throbbing in her head and her hand. As she looked around, she realized with a shudder of fear, that she was somewhere that probably only existed in nightmares.

"Is this..Banalhan?"

She heard hissing and stood immediately, swaying on her feet for a moment. Spiders, several huge spiders came towards her, their pincers snapping loudly.

"Fenedhis, this is worse than Banalhan." She broke into a run, begging her body not to give out on her.

"Come now da'len, you can do better than that.'

She heard his voice echoing around her, 'I don't even know where I am.' She thought back to him. She stopped at the cliffs or stairs, whatever they were. It loomed above her, as did a glowing green figure. The figure beckoned to her.

'Are you going to keep us all waiting?'

"I don't recall you being so impatient, papa." Asteria remarked as she began to climb.

She pushed herself faster when the sound of the spiders and their clicking pincers got louder. She hated spiders.

"Hurry!" The glowing figure yelled at her.

"On my wings, Asteria. On my wings."

His voice whispered in her ear, and for a moment, she saw him, as she nearly gave up on that last hold. His smiling face and soft silvery eyes were just as she remembered them. She reached for his offered hand and pulled herself up.

"This way." The green figure directed her to a bright, glowing hole in the sky.

"What-"

"No time, you must go!" She yelled as the spiders caught up.

"What about you?"

"Go!"

"No!" Asteria yelled as the woman was pulled from her grip.

The elf turned back to the glowing green hole, hesitating for only a moment before she leapt through it. She landed on dirt and she thanked Mythal for making it through whatever nightmare she had just escaped.

Pain raced up her hand and she collapsed in the dirt, the barely audible sound of voices echoing around her.


"Commander! We found one."

Cullen felt a small amount of relief, maybe not everyone at the Conclave was dead. His amber eyes glanced at the melted bodies around him, and he sent a small prayer to the Maker.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"It's an elf, she fell out of the rift sir."

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's true sir. She just fell out of it. There was a woman with her, but she didn't come through. Just the elf."

He approached her fallen form and studied her. She had long, raven hair that fell to her waist. There was a braid of her same hair that ran from each side of her head and met in the middle. Maker, her hair was long. She was small like other elves he'd seen, but she seemed so young, almost like adulthood was barely escaping her.

The Commander reached down to lift her when a spark from her hand captured his attention. It was glowing green like the Breach.

"What is that?"

"That's why we haven't touched her, Commander. We aren't sure what it is."

"It seems to hurt her though, every time it sparks she flinches."

As the soldier explained, he watched it flare up again and the elf's face twisted in pain. It seemed to wake her though, and for a moment her eyes opened and he was floored. Her eyes were a silvery blue, like the stars in the sky.

She looked up at him, but he doubted she was actually seeing him. Her eyes closed again and he reached down to pick her up. Cassandra would want to speak with the only survivor. The mark on her hand flared once more and she tensed in his arms, pressing herself closer to his chest.

The Seeker would definitely be interested in the mark on her hand.


"Asteria, when you hunt you have to remember that the most important part is always thanking the spirits." Her father told her.

"I know papa."

"I know you know, I'm just reminding you. So, how has your training been going?"

"It's alright. I never thought I'd be selected for First." She answered truthfully, handing her father his bow and quiver.

He chuckled, "You're meant for great things, da'len."

Asteria tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "You always say that, papa, but I don't think you even saw me becoming First."

"When you were born, I knew you were different. The crescent moon holds many secrets, like Dirthamen did, and that night, Dirthamen told me that you were special, but your future is clouded for all but the Creators."

She listened to the conviction in his voice, the faith he held in her and it caused tears to well in her eyes. "Papa, I haven't done anything to cause you to believe in me so strongly."

He placed his hands on her shoulders, "Da'len, look me in the eye."

She met his steady gaze, "I see you as I always have. You're going to lead a strange life, but it's going to be full of adventure-but there is death and danger in adventure. You're going to make decisions and fight battles no one else can win. You will be a light, shining through the darkness."

"How do you know?"

"Because you've always been my light, and when I've thought terrible thoughts from the Dread Wolf, I look at you and you make everything bright again. You're going to chase away the darkness."

They stood in silence for a few moments and Asteria watched the sunset as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. He pulled her into a hug, "You will not be alone da'vhenan. I see many friends to help you on your way."

"But you won't be there."

He kissed her hair, "No."

She wrapped her arms around him as she broke down crying, sobs wracking her body. He hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, "You'll be alright; no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you'll be safe and sound."


"Archers, prepare yourselves! She needs time to close the Breach, we have to stop any demons that come through." Cassandra ordered.

She reached up and felt the magic flowing through her again, she forced it to bend to her will, ripping the rift open. Asteria knew it was a bad idea especially when a Pride demon fell out of the Breach. Magic flowed through her as she sent spell after spell at the demons. She watched as arrows hit their mark and swords and shields clashed against demon claws and magic.

Her hand itched with power and she pointed it to the Rift, pulling it apart more and more until it exploded, halting the Pride demon. She could do more!

A loud roar captured her attention; the Pride demon was looking right at her.

Cassandra ran at it, sword raised but the demon didn't care when she hit him. He cackled deep in his chest as he approached her.

Asteria twirled her staff as fire magic flowed up and down it. The demon roared at her as it rushed her.

"Get out of there!" Solas yelled.

Asteria didn't listen. She ran at the demon, a battle cry escaping her lips as she ran. She pushed herself up, using the rubble around her. The elf pushed herself further and further up, leaping off the spire as she brought her staff down, a powerful firebolt rushing for the Pride demon.

Varric was committing this image to memory- a Dalish elf flying through the sky with a look of defiance and determination on her face as she cast a powerful fire spell at a charging Pride demon.

The demon fell to its knees in a cry of pain as it was burned and reabsorbed by the Breach. Asteria turned quickly, throwing her hand up and casting the magic to tug at the seams of the Breach. She pulled until searing pain erupted behind her eyes, her head began to pound and fire burned her arm from within.

"Halani!" She screamed and Solas flinched.

"What did she say?" Varric demanded.

"She's crying for help."

"There has to be something we can do." Varric remarked.

"There is-"

'Fight, da'len. You can do this.'

"Fight it Asteria! Don't give up yet!"

"Give up?" She managed through the pain, she smirked slightly, "I'm not even-" Pain shot through her.

Asteria pulled at the seams harder than before and the Breach shook and power flared through her mark yanking a scream of pain from her throat.

She fell to the ground as her vision began to fade.

'Papa, this is getting very tiresome.'

He smiled down at her, "You did well, da'vhenan."

Cassandra and Solas rushed to Asteria's side as she murmured to herself in elvhan.

"Will she be alright?"

"We need to get her back to Haven." He glanced up at the Breach, "For now, it's sealed."

"Hey Asteria, I've got to ask before you pass out, how did you fly like that?" Varric whispered.

"O..on my father's wings." Asteria whispered, before her eyes closed.


"The Breach is sealed! The Breach is sealed!"

Commander Cullen heard the cheers and he sighed in relief; finally an end to the demons. His eyes caught sight of Cassandra and Leliana returning from the Breach.

"Lady Cassandra, it seems you've succeeded."

"We partially succeeded. The prisoner did what she could, but it was too much for her. Now we'll be lucky if she survives this." Cassandra remarked.

Cullen watched as the elf apostate rushed by with a few archers, carrying the elven woman on a stretcher to the apothecary's home.

"But the Breach-"

"Chuckles says its sealed for now Curly, no need to worry right now, except for our Hearld."

"Herald?"

"They started calling her the Herald of Andraste." Leliana remarked.

"The Herald of Andraste?"

"They saw her seal the Breach and they believe that the woman who appeared behind her in the Breach was Andraste herself, delivering her to us." Leliana explained.

"Maker's breath."

"The way she slaughtered that Pride demon kind of helps solidify that too." Varric remarked earning a dirty look from Cassandra.

"You've already begun telling tales." The Seeker remarked.

"Are you kidding me? I couldn't write what she did, now that I've seen it, I probably could, but that was just, it-amazing doesn't even describe it." The writer countered.

"I have to agree with him Cassandra, that was amazing. She's so small and she just rushed him like that. Fighters like her only come out of legends."

"She took on a pride demon? Alone?"

"After she pissed it off, Curly, it roared at her and charged. That tiny thing, and I'm a dwarf, that elf matched its roar with a battle cry and she was running at him too. Then she used the rubble and the spire to throw herself at it from above. It was glorious. It had its claws out ready to tear her to pieces, and she had the fiercest look on her face with fire racing through her staff and hands and she brought it down hard on his head and he erupted in flame. Curly, it was so inspiring, it's something you had to see."

Cullen scoffed, "It sounds too amazing."

"Unfortunately he isn't even spinning a tale yet. It happened, and it was unbelievable." Cassandra muttered.

"I hope she pulls through. She's going to be something else." Varric stated a grin on his face.


Well, there you have it! Let me know what you think. I'm open to creative criticism. I've gotten a better read on Asteria, since I've continued writing for her. I'll post again soon.

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