Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading and taking an interest in this story, I have never written a story about a fantasy game, let alone one set so far back in time. I will do my best to keep with the details, so forgive me in advance. Enjoy!

Present day 2015

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you." The flight attendant rambled on, as I gathered my IPad and shut the pages of my notebook; not bothering to give the blank lines one more glance, rolling my eyes I shove the offending book and tablet into the mulberry colored carry on that lay between my newly acquired $500 pair of Chanel champagne and black satin & patent pumps.

You see I love shoes, and what better way to spend your generous doctor's salary than on a pair of Chanel pumps? The pearl on the inside of the heel is what got me salivating at the mouth. I immediately knew that I had to have them, so with one swipe of my credit card, ta-dah they were mine and I've got to say, it felt so good to switch one pair of pumps for the other, the latter was a gift from my ex; we'll get into him another day.

I lay my head against the head rest and drift off into a nap that was short lived, thanks to my grumbling neighbor who was currently trying to nudge me awake, I look up and turn my head to see a line forming behind us to exit the plane. I quickly make my apologies as I snag my bag out from under the seat in front of me.

I catch myself regretting my pricey purchase as I make my ascent up the tubed walkway, finally free of the claustrophobia that I was beginning to feel, I head towards the ladies room. I hate using the toilets on the plane, for one the space is too cramped (remember-me & claustrophobia don't mix) and two it just smells, how people can use those restrooms, let alone joining the mile high club, is beyond me.

Exiting the bathroom stall I come to a stop in front of the large wall encompassing mirror, I nearly blanch at the sight in front of me. My jet black hair upturned behind my right ear, thanks to sleeping on that side, my normally azure colored eyes looking more indigo at the moment, preferably from a night of passionate sex-but more likely from lack of sleep. I can see my conjunctival vessels screaming at me to stick a cucumber eye mask on and take a much needed siesta. I quickly dig out my small Chanel make-up bag and my travel-sized Purity face wash and splash some cold water upon my face. A few light touches of eyeliner here and a dab of red lipstick there, I check my reflection once again, satisfied I give myself a slight nod before dumping the contents back into my carry on.

I rush out the doors and make my way towards baggage claim. I hate baggage claim, have I mentioned that yet? What is there to like about being shoved and nearly run over by 50+ lbs. of luggage? As I spot my two Louis Vuitton suitcases I snatch them up quickly before Mr. Sweat drenched beefy hands could offer me any help. Don't get me wrong, I am not a mean person. I am just not in the mood for idle chit chat at the moment.

After retrieving both bags I head for the airport's exit, striding towards the familiar yellow cab car, I nod to the driver and give him directions to my house, knowing that it'll take a half an hour's drive to get there I nod off. I am awoken by the jarring of my cell phone's vibrate mode I receive a text, or 6.

Ugh! I don't want to talk to you! Despite my frustration I open up the first two, upon reading the second one I groan and chuck the phone back into my carry on. I sit and stew in the backseat of the yellow cab, contemplating my next move; when a giant billboard catches my eye, I lean forward and roll down my window to get a better view. "Interested in experiencing our deep history? Come on a journey to Thedas, at castle Skyhold."

Being the history buff that I am, I jump at the opportunity to escape-again, not ready to face the near future; I decide to face the past. "Hmm…Why not?" I say to myself. "Change of plans Ruiz, take me there." I say as I point towards the huge billboard. He just blinks and smiles as he turns the car in the direction of "Thedas."

I thank Ruiz and hand him a few crisp 20's, thanks to the atm that was right outside my gate while I was in New York. I gather my two Louis' and roll them along the pavement towards the massive wooden doors. I speak briefly to the ticket attendant and purchase one. I feel silly walking around with my Louis' and my $500 Chanel pumps, but anything is better than facing what waits for me back at home.

I can't help but stand in awe at the beauty of the old ruins of Castle Skyhold, surprisingly it has stood up against the test of time. Why did I never come here? I can't help but think to myself. I pride myself on knowing that I've visited nearly every museum, landmark, fort, you name it; in our small town of Clearcrest. But I have never come here, which is odd…considering this place would've been at the first & top of my list.

After entering in through the great hall, exploring the different towers, I stop to admire a beautifully preserved painting in a small but cozy room. It looks as though it is a painting of Skyhold, what with it's beautiful stone architecture, multiple massive towers, and a cozy garden, I look towards the bottom of the painting and the date on it jumps out at me, 2035 TE. "What in the world?" I say, confusion splayed across my face, still holding onto my Louis' I touch the painting as I let my eyes drift close, imagining myself in this time at this place, anything better than the present.

I slowly open my eyes, and scrunch my fist into a ball, pushing myself away from the wall I take one last look at the painting and head towards the door, not wanting to face the one person who has broken my heart.

I lean against the stone wall just outside the door to the room, mustering up enough courage to say goodbye to such magnificent history, to face what will soon be relationship history, "Ugh men!" I grumble as I push off from the wall, dragging my Louis' behind me.

"I know darling, tell me about it." A woman with a British sounding accent breaks me from my reverie. I turn to match the voice to a face and am taken aback for a moment, by the way that she's dressed, I need to find out where she got that dress made, I may need it for the next Ren Fair that's set for this summer. Before I am able to ask, she beats me to it.

"Where did you …"

"What are you wearing darling? How can you walk in those and where can I get a pair?" She says pointing towards my pumps.

I can't help but stare at the beautiful woman, who was very nearly falling out of her own dress. "Chanel." I say as I look towards an object off to her right.

"Is that a new designer? It must be from Orlais. The softer colors scream Orlais; but it lacks the flair that the Orlesian's normally pride themselves on." She rambles, in spite of my silence. "I'm sorry dear. I've completely forgotten my manners. I'm Vivienne, who must you be?" She asks whilst curiously giving me the once over.

"Dr. Evangeline MacGregor, you can call me Evey or Mac." I say with pride as I add the doctor title to the front of my name.

"Nice to meet you Evey"

"Likewise, I am sorry to cut this short but I really must be going. I am meeting with someone soon." I say as I try to move as quickly as I can, considering I'm dragging 2 suitcases and a carry on behind me, eager to get away from the sharp gray eyes of the pretty African American woman.

As I make my way towards the room with the balcony that I saw earlier, I can't help but hear voices, even more voices than before. "I'm glad I came at the time that I did, otherwise I'd be trying to maneuver myself through all of these people with Louis'." I think to myself as I open the door and stop dead in the circular vestibule. I must have just made it in time for the show. All good museums/forts have them, for everyone was dressed in the fashion from the Dragon Age.

I just smile and nod at all of the curious stares, no one gathering up enough courage to talk with the beautiful stranger. Until a voice and a seriously handsome face stops me dead in my tracks.

"So, what hole did you pop out from?" The tanned man with a surprisingly cute mustache says standing before me, leaning cat like against the bookshelf. Great, isn't that just my luck; a man that has the courage to speak to me and he's obviously batting for the other team. I think to myself as I step closer to his lofty frame, you see I have a thing for tall men, men who tower over me. It gets me all sorts of hot and bothered.

"Apparently the wrong one, you're the first good looking man that I've seen all day that has caught my attention and you're not even interested." I say with a click of my tongue.

He just stares at me wide-eyed and for a brief moment I had a feeling of dread and embarrassment, that I could've been wrong in my assumption. God Mac, you couldn't just shut your mouth? I scream in my head, nearly kicking myself, I tend to speak my mind before thinking of the outcome, being a doctor that has served me well, but in social situations…not so much.

I am slightly taken aback and pleased once I hear his jovial laugh. "And you're the first gorgeous woman that has made me want to rethink my decision."

I smile brightly as I step closer to the books that are aligning the wall. I love books, especially books on history, which these looks like. "Are these real?" I ask my caramel-skinned companion.

"Oh yes, very much so." He says, whilst eyeing my garb and suitcases with a puzzled eye. "Where have you come from? You're unlike any creature I've ever seen."

"Uh…thank you, I guess." I say, unsure of how to respond to such a blatant form of flirting, which sounds as if there's a ring of truth to his words. "This is a good collection of books here, I can't believe how well preserved they are, albeit old, they look as if they're brand new." I say, fascination towards the collection of books showing through.

"It pleases me to see how enthralled you are with these writings, if this amuses you; I bet you'd be extremely fascinated with my library back in Tevinter." He says casually flicking a hand between my person and the ancient texts.

"Tevinter?" I spit out, flabbergasted because Tevinter was wiped out when Rome took over in 2068 TE, which then became 509 BC. It's confusing but, different empires were using different calendars. "Boy you guys are good, you almost had me fooled." I chuckle to myself, incredulous beyond belief as to how far they'd take their act.

"Fooled? What's to fool sweetheart?" He asked with a hint of annoyance, yet amusement in his green eyes. "I'm a Tevinter, mage, hardly anything to joke about."

"Well it was nice chatting with you…err…" I stammer, clearly unaware of his name.

"Dorian. Dorian Pavus and the pleasure was all mine, my lady." He says with a sweet bow.

I can't help but giggle at the formality of it all. "Please call me Mac, once again this is a great collection of books, I didn't realize how well furnished this place would be and to keep with the time so precisely is rather impressive." I grab my Louis' and make my way down the stairs, thankful in that moment for not being afflicted with vertigo, as a good friend of mine normally is. As I walk away I can't help but feel a pair of green eyes boring into my back. I look up and notice a pair of crows circling overhead. I shrug and come to a halt at the bottom of the stairs.

I cannot believe my eyes, he's absolutely magnificent. His skin is so alabaster white, it shines in the sunlight, as a pearl in an oyster shell does. His long limbs, albeit a tad too skinny for my taste suit him just fine. His face, although partially hidden from view, is beautiful. Why I would call a man beautiful is beyond me, but it is, he is. His ears…wait a minute he looks like an, elf. They must have a pretty penny to spend on their costumes because, whoo-whee, he looks very authentic. Our eyes lock for a moment as he became aware that there was another presence in the room. Shock crosses his features, immediately replaced with calm and collected. He seems as if he's not used to being shocked out of his wits.

"How can I help you?" Oh lord, his voice. I could sit here and listen to him speak for days, weeks, months.

It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts as he pierces me with his strangely beautiful eyes, as if a storm has brewed within them. "I am just trying to find the exit. I got a bit turned around." I say as I finally find my voice.

"The exit?" He asks, moving a step closer.

"Ye…Yes. I am just trying to get home and I seem to be lost, could you point me in the right direction?" For some reason I stammer on my words, sensing a great deal of tampered down power from this elven man.

"Home?" He repeats.

"Yes, I came here as a distraction from my life. But I need to get back now. So could you please point me in the direction of the exit?" I ask again, unsure of why I feel as if I could say anything to this beautiful man.

Perplexed, he responds in kind. "Where is this home? And how did you get here?"

Starting to feel uneasy I apologize and finding my footing I rush towards a door near a ladder, I guess this place is still under renovation.

"Wait, Vanima, wait." He says in a language that I thought was dead over a thousand years ago, starting to feel panicked I look around the great hall and am aghast as to what I see. I was just in this very same great hall not even 25 minutes ago, there's no possible way that all of these people and all of this furniture could have been staged so quickly.

I start to hyperventilate and find the nearest chair to sit down in, which so happens to be next to a…dwarf? Oh my…the dwarf looks at me funny as I jump up and run out the large wooden doors, desperately looking for the exit, Louis' trailing behind me.

As I make it out into the sunlight and fresh air I am once again thrown for a loop as I notice that every single person is dressed in strange attire, now wanting desperately to be back in that yellow cab, headed to relationship hell. I'll take that over all these damn stairs and this weird sort of sorcery. I don't understand!

Not even halfway down the stairs I notice a beast of a man, with horns coming out of his head, his body unusually gray. "Hey gorgeous, want to take a ride on the bull?" he asks gesturing towards his man parts, his tone is so sure of himself, as if he knows exactly who he is and where he is. I start to question who I am and where I am. The shock of everything becomes slightly overwhelming and I hyperventilate to the point where I feel myself falling, regretting trading in my comfortable pumps for these, since I know they'll soon be scuffed up as my body hits the stone staircase. I can't tell if I hit the staircase or not but what I do know is that I landed on something hard, confusion furrows at my brows as my eyes drift shut and blackness encompasses me.