*A/N: Hello, readers, to my Dragon Age/Naruto fanfiction. If you have read my other stories on this website or on Wattpad, I have been doing a lot of first crossovers, but there is a first time for everything. Although, this one was a bit harder. I kept thinking about Dragon Age/Soul Eater or Dragon Age/Naruto, both, obviously, with my OC characters. Also, the internal debate on which game should the story take place (which is mostly a headache because Dragon Age 2 and Dragon Age: Inquisition are more appealing to me than Origin which I just started). Both crossovers constantly nagging at my brain, so I'm just trying out Naruto and Inquisition first since it seems easier and possibly lowers the scale of Mary Sue, which I promise my character is not. Anyway, I'm done ranting, so let's begin the story.*


I awoke to the sound of sirens. I jolted up, but immediately regretted it as a wave of dizziness clouded my head. Once my head cleared, my ears twitched to the sound of footsteps. They seemed to be running based on the sound and distance of each step taken. I payed little attention to my surrounds, which was a mistake. I ran towards the footsteps just to be met with a battle. Weapons struck armed and unarmed bodies of what looked like civilians and warriors. Although, it was strange to see some wield staffs as weapons, but it was even stranger to see elements and sparks of light coming from them.

One seemed to notice me and lunged forward with his sword. I, swiftly, took out my kunai as I dodged. Being the third fastest ninja in team 7, after Kakashi-sensei and Sasuke, I was able to go behind the armored man and slash his back. He let out a painful cry but swung his sword back. I bend backwards, my hood falling off, just in time to dodge before twisting and stabbing his thigh and neck. I succeed in killing him as his body limped but not without making some gurgling noises as the blood poured out of his wounds.

I glanced around the battle field and noticed four individuals struggle against the army surrounding them. I took out a summoning scroll, calling Marrok. I always kept a summoning scroll just in case I needed the wolf. He appeared seconds after I activated the scroll.

'It appears we are no longer in the Hidden Leaf village.' His red eyes scanned the area as his black fur stood, sensing danger around every corner.

'Can you take me to those four?' I pointed to where they are. He nodded and bowed, allowing me to climb onto his back. He stood on his four paws and ran towards the group. We made it just in time as the enemy decided to leap towards one of the members of the group. Marrok stomped onto a woman with a staff before she could even produce elemental attacks there way. I jumped off and stabbed her neck before attacking the next. I was able to do a quick hand seal, creating half a dozen shadow clones to help with the army.

Once they were defeated, one of them, an elf, began reloading the trebuchet. Once she was done, the trebuchet launched at the snowy mountain creating an avalanche, buring the rest of the approaching army. The allies cheered but was soon stopped as a dragon attacked the area. How is that possible? They only exist in fairy tales! It swooped by and destroyed the trebuchet before circling the area.

"Everyone, to the gates!" The elf ordered. The group, including us and whoever was around, quickly followed. We rushed pass the man who held the gate open before closing it.

"We need to get everyone into the Chantry! It's the only building that might hold against...that beast! At the point just make them work for it!" The man hurried up the stairs. My ears twitched to the sound of weapons clashing against each other and people's cry for help. I gripped onto the handle of my daggers before bolting past the army, but not without leaving a few wounds on their limbs, toward the voice. I stopped in front of a burning house. There were a few burning houses close by, too. The scene trigger parts of my memory which I had to shake my head in order to have a clear mind. I preformed a few hand signs for an air style jutsu to clear the fire. I then broke down the doors to free whoever was trapped inside.

I glanced up. The dragon was now circling the huge building. The people, including the group from before, rushed towards the building which I assume is the Chantry. The doors slammed open as an old man wearing religious robes gripped his side. "Move! Keep going! The Chantry is your shelter!" Marrok and I rushed inside along with others. The old man collapsed againsted another who dragged him inside.

"A brave man." He said, "He stood against a Venatori."

"Briefly. I am no Templar." The religious man replied.

With all the chaos happening inside and outside, I did nothing but leaned against the stone wall. I was in an unknown territory with strangers who could be hostile. I was very out numbered, even with my shadow clones. The only thing I could do is blend in and keep silent which is pretty easy considering I can't speak. I pulled my ears back before putting my hood back up incase my silence wasn't working. Also I had a feeling they would not be kind to those with my...appearance.

"Inquisition! Follow Chancellor Roderick through the Chantry! Move!" The blond man from before shouted.

"Herald...if you are meant for this, if the inquisition is meant for this, I pray for you." The man, I assumed was Chancellor Roderick, said before he was half carried, half dragged away. The elf turned towards my direction but was cut off by the blond man. "They'll load the trebuchets. Keep the Elder One's attention until we are above tree line." He continued as she walked away. "If we are to have a chance-if you are to have a chance-let that thing hear you."

She walked out the door along with the rest of her group. I stared as they left and hesitated a bit. Why am I hesitating? I don't know these people, why should I help them? 'Why would you help Sakura?' I found myself asking. I thought back to our first test as team 7 with Kakashi-sensei. It was obvious I hated Sakura and that she hated me, so why would I help her after hearing her scream? 'Because she is my teammate.' I answered.

...Damn it! I pushed myself off the wall and walked towards the door with Marrok by my side. I left the Chantry building and followed the noise of clashing metal. The sound died down a bit and was replaced with the creaking of a turning wheel. Once I arrived the elf was turning the wheel of the trebuchet as her companions shielded her. Before I could interfere the battle was over and the trebuchet was armed and ready. The moment of silence was interrupted with the roars of the dragon.

"Move! Now!" She ordered as the dragon dove towards us. It spat fire onto the ground, almost creating tiny explosions. Marrok and I dove right passed the fire just in time. Everyone else must have taken cover far from the trebuchet and the dragon except the Herald.

'Shizuka, I believe it is time to leave.' Marrok said.

'We cannot just leave her there.'

'This is not our fight!' He tried to reason. 'We cannot get involved!'

'We are already involved!' He gave a tired sigh. Marrok knew I was right. The moment I summoned him out of that scroll, he knew.

"Enough!" A deep voice called out over the chaos. The owner of the voice was a deformed creature. Red crystals seemed to protrude out of his head as the tissues of his torso were exposed. He had anger and power in his eyes. The dragon stumbled onto the ground in front of the elf.

"Pretender," the creature said, "you toy with forces beyond your ken. No more."

"Whatever you are, I'm not afraid!" She said.

"Words mortals often hurl at the darkness. Once they were mine, they are always lies. Know me. Know what you have pretended to be. Exalt the Elder One! The will that is Corypheus! You will kneel." He outstretched his arm and pointed at her.

"You'll..You'll get nothing out of me!"

"You will resist. You will always resist. It matters not." He held a strange orb as red electricity danced around it and his hand. It didn't seem to hurt him due to his lack of pain or slight twitching. "I am here for the anchor. The process of removing it begins now." He free hand began to glow red as did the elf's which glowed green. Something about that glow was vaguely familiar.

"It is your fault, 'Herald.' You interrupted a ritual years in the planning, and instead of dying, you stole its purpose." Her face twisted with pain and he flicked his wrist. Her hand was stretched out as if it was being pulled by and invisible force. "I do not know how you survived, but what marks you have 'touched', what you flail at rifts, I crafted to assault the very heavens." He curled his fingers as she collapsed to the ground. The dragon hissed beside her. "And you used the anchor to undo my work! The gall!"

"What is this thing meant to do?" She demanded.

"It is meant to bring certainty where there is none. For you, the certainty that I would always come for it." He trudged over to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her off the ground. She struggled in his grip, but it only seemed to make the grip tighter. A part of me wanted to step in, to help her but this was an unknown enemy who was clearly more powerful than me. I have to create a strategy.

"I once breached the Fade in the name of the another, to serve the old Gods of the empire in person. I found only chaos and corruption, dead whispers, for a thousand years I was confused. No more. I have gathered the will to return under no name but my own, to champion withered Trevinter and correct this blighted world. Beg that I succeed, for I have seen the throne of the Gods and it was empty." He threw her like a rag doll towards the trebuchet. The elf let out a cry of pain as her back slammed onto the trebuchet. "The anchor is permanent. You have spoiled it with your stumbling."

I saw my chance to strike. I took my kunai and threw it towards him along with my shurikens. The weapons embedded his shoulder but he made no effort to acknowledge them or cry out in pain. Instead he turned towards me and glared. He would have done something more if the Herald hadn't unloaded the trebuchet. What ever was attached to the trebuchet was now launched onto the mountain above us causing an avalanche. Marrok grabbed my hoodie with his teeth and carried me as he ran away from the avalanche only to fall down a large hole.

I twisted my body, so I was sitting on Marrok's back as we landed safely onto the snow covered ground. I hopped off. The fall was at least 15-20 feet at least. My ears twitched to a painful gasp. It was the Herald. Her hand glowed as she tried to stand. Once she gain her footing she glanced around tunnel before her eyes fell on me.

"Who are you?" She asked. I said nothing. How could I? My vocal cords are damaged-possibly forever. I looked away. We stood at a dead end of the tunnel. I pointed towards our only exit. She seemed to understand. "Let's go, then." She led the way out. We walked for a few minutes and since then the tunnel got colder. Ice, as clear as water but almost as blue as a lake, stuck to the walls and ceilings like glue and more snow coated the ground making it look almost pure white.

"Wait!" Marrok warned.

"What is it?" I paused.

"I sense something is not right."

"What's wrong?" The Herald asked. I ignored her question focused my vision onto every corner of the tunnel. I looked behind her to find...ghost? I'm not a superstitious person and am a skeptic in the subject that are related to the paranormal and spirits, but this is ridiculous! There were at least three of them in a bright shade of green just floating about. It was strange. If I stared I felt some sort of malevolent vibe coming from those three. Suddenly a bright green vortex sucked the ghosts in and disappeared. That's when I noticed the Herald's hand was raised. I assume that's what caused the vortex. We resumed walking until we reached the opening of the tunnel. Outside was a blizzard. The storm spout innumerable amount of snow making the temperature drop by the minute and making it harder to see.

"This way." The Herald walked towards the right. "I hope." She muttered. Due to the heavy wind my hood fell and began covering my red hair with snow. The wind became stronger so I had to rely on Marrok to guide me towards the right direction. I shivered but continue walking. My tail wrapped itself tightly around my torso as my ears flatten themselves against my head. I barely heard the elf huff over the sound of my chattering teeth. We walked aimlessly for minutes and the storm hasn't improved one bit. My face and ears felt numb and my boots were soaked. It wasn't until a few minutes later did the blizzard died down, but added a few more layers of snow (which now reaches above my knees). Up ahead was a used camping supply. Whoever used it left the sleeping bag (which was covered in snow) and an empty pot which was just above the extinguish firewood. We trudged passed the used camp since most of the supplies were soaked and would not be of any use. It wasn't until I collapse the I began to hear voices. By then, my face had already met with the snow, too exhausted to get up. The only thing I remembered was being picked up but warm strong arms before slipping into unconsciousness.