A/n: Okay, after being totally OBSESSED with Dragon Age for MONTHS (thank you, Charlette Cheshire...) I finally got around to writing my own fanfiction about it!

This is sorta like a self-insertion, but not, b/c the name and description are different...(it would have ben the same, but I already did that with my Digimon fanfic years ago, and it just felt wierd, so...)

Anyways, the idea and encouragement to write this came from my best friend, Charlette Cheshire, and her fanfic "The Game", which is fantastic, btw, so READ IT! :3 Okay, plase enjoy!

Have I ever told you that I hate my name? Oh, wait, of course I haven't; you don't even know me...yet.

My name's Katniss, or at least, that's what my mother calls me. Sound familiar? Yeah, I thought so... I mean, it's a great name and all, and I love The Hunger Games, but...I just hate sharing that name. People call me "Katniss Everdeen" and "Fire Girl" all the time, (and don't even mention the whole debate over Gale and Peeta), and it drives me absolutely nuts! ...Though, I suppose it beats being dubbed "Hannah Montana", like one of my friends.

But that's not relevant at the moment. What is, however, is that I may have to fix the back door when I get back, because I think I might have broken it when it was slammed in my haste to get out of the house.

You see, I live out in the middle of nowhere, (the woods in Georgia), with my brother, my sister, and my crazy mother. How crazy, you ask? Well, she believes in healing crystals, and hangs old, moldy herbs on the window sills and in the doorframes (to ward off "spirits"), and hands out "protection charms" to little kids on Halloween... (it is incredibly difficult, by the way, to make new friends when you're a kid, and you mother doesn't give out candy to trick-or-treaters...).

Oh, and she's an uber health nut. She doesn't use any salt in her cooking. NONE. At this point, I'm not surprised that Dad left. And she's obsessed with herbs, too. So much, that she decided to name the three of us after her favorites: Basil, Rosemary, and Katniss Sage Micheals.

But please, just call me Kat.

Anyway, I slammed the door and started marching towards the woods, muttering under my breath with evey step.

Is it normal to think that "teenage rebellion" can be healed with some moldy mint and an old crystal? No? Didn't think so.

You see, I had had another...disagreement with my mother about her way of life. She had been talking about how we were to celebrate the upcoming solstice together, and I had vehemently refused to participate; not because of the ritual itself, but because I swear, I'm allergic to whatever incense it is my mother insists on using. My mother then started talking about how "rebellious" I had been as of late, wearing skinny jeans and high-tops rather than the floor-length skirts and old sandals she had gotten me. Then I got upset, throwing my arms up in the air while saying I was eighteen and could make my own decisions. I stormed out once she started on about her "healing ritual" to "cleanse my troubled aura"; my siblings stayed with her, somehow managing to stay completely silent the whole time while eating their unsalted, oily fish.

I felt a buzz in my pocket; I had forgotten that I had my phone with me. I pulled it out and flipped it open to see a text from my best friend, Gaelan.

It read: "Hey, I just got word from the drum major: rehearsal on Saturday has been extended from 9-9 to 9-9:30. Something about a meeting concerning the upcoming competition." In all my jumbled thoughts, I had forgotten all about practicing. Being a percussionist in the marching band required constant practice, and I wasn't getting very far with it. (Who could blame me? I wouldn't even be in it if not for Gaelan talking me into it; I didn't even think I could play an insrtument!). I quickly pressed "Reply" and typed:

"Okay. Have you heard anything about Daniel?" A minute passed, then another buzz.

"Yeah, he ending up quitting. Speaking of which, I need you to start practicing triplet runs. We are moving you up to 4th marimba for the opener."

"Me? Are you sure? I am horrible at runs over 120."

"Which is why I want you to practice. You'll get there, you just need some outside investment."

"Alright, but I've gotta let off some steam first."

"You and your mom fight again?"

"Yeah, and I stormed out for a walk. Maker, she's just so...URGH!"

"Well, just be careul, it's getting dark around here."

"KK, later." I closed my phone, then looked up to see little white flowers all around me. I had never seen so much honeysuckle before... Wait, where was I? I looked all around, but nothing seemed familiar, though it was hard to tell what was around me with the sun setting behind the trees. I had to hurry and get back, but which way had I come from? The honeysuckles were everwhere.

Suddenly, the bushes in front of me rustled. Nothing major, I thought, just a squirrel or a bird, right?

The bushes rustled again, and a growl came with it... Now, I was scared. That growl didn't sound like any animal I had ever heard before. I took a step back just as the bushes moved again, along with the growl. From where I stood now, I could see into a little space between the flowers; through that little gap, I saw a pair of bloodshot, yellowing eyes glaring right back at me.

I didn't care what direction I went now, I just started running, trying to get as far away from that creature as possible. Something in my mind registered those eyes as familiar to me, something I ahd seen before, but I pushed it aside, running faster from the bushes. I could hear the growling behind me, closing in. Damn, that thing was fast!

Next thing I knew, I felt my body crash to the forest floor. A hand grabbed onto my ankle, dragging me back towards the bushes. I started thrashing, trying to free myself from whatever it was that had me. I felt my foot connect with something, but right as I squirmed free of the it's grasp, a sharp pain struck on the back of my head. I cried out, falling back to the ground. I put my hand to my head, feeling a warm wetness coat my fingers. I started to hyperventilate, not even noticing that the hand had reacttached to my ankle, dragging me away again. The edges of my vision went fuzzy, and the last thing I saw was the white honeysuckle flowers pass over my head as I blacked out.

A/n: Well, there's the prolouge. Please, reviews are the happy things that keep us writers going! I write this for all of you nice people out there. (BTW, first flamer gets fed to Dragon!Flemeth...muahahaha!) See you next time!

~xXx~

24 July 2012 9:48 pm - - Finally edited that last paragraph! Gods, it drove me crazy, but it's fixed! Your welcome, nice peoples! :3