Prologue:
The hooded figure hurried past the desolate land, carrying his young companion through what once was a place called Haven. The ground littered with the mangled form of trees, stone and even corpses. All twisted by the eldritch powers that had consumed the lands so long ago. Once he reached the mountainside the hooded man saw it, the scar reopened. The breach stared down the like eye of some otherworldly being, just as it had done in the many years prior when it first opened. His train of thought was quickly interrupted, his companion stirred from his sleep. It was time.
Abel awoke, disoriented and lost.
"Did we win? It's over. Isn't it?" The young man got up, his senses roused when he realized it was the breach that was staring him in the face. The gravity of the situation burning it's way into Abel's very soul as the breach violently swirled in the sky. He turned his head, slowly towards his hooded companion. Only a single word managing to escape his lips.
"How?"
It earned him a bitter chuckle from the hooded figure. One that came from knowing too much.
"You fought hard boy. Fought hard for a world that has nothing left to save in it. A world that we hoped far too much from," He said, his gaze solem as it danced across the shattered Fereldan skyline. Like a fond memory lost to the ravages of time. Before steeling himself, turning his gaze back to Abel. His prized student.
"We are however, not without recourse," his master spoke. Three heavy slams of his staff to the ground echoing throughout the empty landscape. Loud as thunder, but far slower and far more deliberate.
As loud echoes filled the distances Abel saw it, felt it. The magic swirling around him, like cyan waters. In realization Abel starred at his mentor as the magic carried him to the breach. The world below growing smaller as the repurposed energies of the breach enveloped him. Bathing him in it's peculiar energies, transporting him across time itself.
The sensation was strange. It wasn't darkness around him, if there was darkness there would have to be light to give it meaning. There was simply emptiness, neither cold nor calming. Amid the nothing flashes. Memories made present, history made tomorrow. Stories out of order yet exactly where they needed to be. Branching and colliding, creating and destroying. Impossibilities as the only conclusion and sense as nonviable recourse. Falling for what could have been eternity or mere moments, until he felt himself enveloped by light once more. With a dull thud he landed on ground once more.
The first thing that greeted him was the air. Putrid and unholy in it's make. As Abel gazed around him, he realized where he was. Fereldan, right in the middle of the 5th blight.
