Memories of Dragon Age
Prologue-Wrong Destination
First off, I want to thank everyone reading this . It's an old story now(almost two years since I wanted to publish it) but I love it nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age franchise, never have. This fic is just a way of entertaining myself, as well as others.
Now, to the story...
-Okay, Sully...catch that grenade!
"But, Ser, it has grape juice in it!"
-Oh, stop being such a pussy, Sully! Get that grenade!
Sully approaches the purple ball slowly, hesitating at every step.
All of a sudden, the grenade bursts, and Sully is engulfed in a purple, flavory, juicy death!
Damn it, Sully! No! So young, so bright! We barely knew ye...
A small tear drops on my right cheek.
-Ah, Sully, I swear to avenge you!
And then, I proceed to lick his juicy corpse.
Okay, I think I got it. Sorry for that. That was the introduction...sort of.
More like a way to pass time since I'm alone now and have no one to talk to.
My name...for all uses and purposes...is Theron.(That is not my real name, but I'm using it to introduce myself since it kind of fits).
I am a person who played the video game Dragon Age :Origins and now I'm trapped in Thedas , in the body of an elf. I don't know how this happened but...oh, I'll just start from the beginning.
Here goes:
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Memory Sequence Found:
Welcome, Subject 16 and a half...
Ok, I was just kidding. Sorry. I'll stop with the retarded jokes.
The real story begins now...
I was just coming home after I (finally managed to purchase Dragon Age II.
When I entered the bus, I must have looked like a stupid guy, grinning , overjoyed as I had finally gotten the Game.
However, my happines was short lived as I fell asleep as soon as I took a seat.
I felt things while sleeping...whispers and a voice telling me "to stop" , "don't do it!" and " you must feel regret!"
Regret for what? I wondered. As much as I can say, getting the game you wanted should bring no regret, no?
And then I woke up, but I was not in the bus, going home. Instead I was in a dark forest, with tall, thick trees, and twisted trunks. And it was rather humid and cold. Maybe because the canopy (is that how you call the collective mess of branches and leaves?) was blocking sunlight from touching the ground, evenly.
Oh, and that was not the strangest thing... That was the blond elf that was walking ahead of me and the realization his sight brought.
I was in the Brecillian Forest!
In Thedas!
And then I fainted.
Author's Notes:
As you can see, I started funny. Things will not always be so , because this story has only half the humour in it, and even the it's the protagonist who identifyes a situation as funny.
More on that later.
For now, wonder what brought Theron to Thedas. And I hope you caught that small reference, there.