A/N: After finishing my second play through of ME3, a Dragon Age story idea popped into my head... and I decided to go with it!

Prologue

By: Captain Isabela

Kirkwall- The City of Chains, home of Marian Hawke, the Champion herself, has always been like a cart with three wheels... always threatening to tip over. First the Blight- causing refugees to scurry, like rats abandoning a sinking ship, to its walls causing civil unrest to the citizens who felt as if the Fereldens didn't deserve their hospitality. Then came the Qunari... that was another fine mess. Large horned people walking around that had never had any sort of fun in their whole life, I bet even a bit of scuffling between the sheets would not even get those blighters to smile, but I digress because I had too much of a hand in them being in Kirkwall in the first place to even want to think about the whole thing. And finally there was that lovely time when the mages and the templars decided it would be fun to destroy all of the city and have us get stuck right in the middle of it all. I would have most certainly left then if it wasn't for Little Hawke being stuck in that gaol cell of a place those mages call home. Of course I had to help Marian get her sister out... that whole family grew on me during the time that I have known them.

Blast that damnable dwarf for having me write this forward for his bloody book about Hawke's life after we all left Kirkwall, he knows how much I hate this type of shit. If he never told Marian to talk me into writing this, I would be relaxing on the bow of my own bloody ship... but no, I am stuck in the hold writing by bloody candlelight while Merrill watches in awe at the fact that I don't have a hook for a hand. I love that elf to death but she can be a bit dim at times. Bloody hell... I'm rambling now on a bit of parchment, where was I? Oh yes...

We escaped from the blighted city, leaving it a burning mess after the mages revolted against the templars and Meredith went all mental and we had to kill her. But, as the saying goes... that was never the end of our tale.

And that is what Varric wants to write about in this bloody book of his. (I hope Marian reads over what he writes before we drop him off in Antiva. I don't want him to write anything as embarrassing as he did in the last one about me. I never asked Marian to take me in the middle of the Hanged Man! I mean I did but... we never did it right in the middle of the floor, we went to my room.) Oh bloody hell! This damned book Varric wants to write is about the time we met up with the Hero of Ferelden and her little Chantry sister! This shit happened a few days before we defeated that power hungry knight-commander and it tales the events after we left the shit hole Kirkwall had become.

There Varric... I hope you think twice before making me write a bloody forward to any more of your damned books!

Amendment to Prologue

By: Varric Tethras

Apologies to begin with... I would have tossed the first forward if I didn't find it humorous. But I will remember to never allow Rivaini to write anything for me ever again... that even includes little reminders for what I need to do for the day. I remember she had me running about Lowtown trying to find some guy named Ineeda's wife... then I realised she was only shitting me.

What becomes of a hero when they run across another that's exploits seem so much greater? Do they diminish in greatness or do they together do something far greater than either expected?

I would have never even dreamed to see the day when we would run into the Hero of Ferelden, I thought once a Grey Warden always a Grey Warden. (Also, I would have never thought that she was an elf either.) Before I start rambling again, I would like to say that our meeting up with the Hero, herself, was a chance meeting the first time but when we met her again, it was a time that everyone should now know about. So before anyone tries to say something about anything that I have written, I have a few words... I shit you not!