It's seem only fair to grace you with this. Dragon age, the game it's self down right awesome and it has it own fanfic. This one is of the origin dragon age. I make it seem like I love placing oc/self inserts into my story. Truth is I I do, I like the what if thing I come up with.

Eliisa is just one of them. She was trained as a backup for Merill if something happened to her. however I do not own the wonderful game that is Dragon Age: Origins.

Chapter Zero

Introductions

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"The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just." - Abraham Lincoln

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Mahariel was kiddy himself on this and Tamlen. Oh Tamlen was just stupid. Dalish elf lost this long time ago and clearly forgotten. Mirror damn thing. Possessed more evil than what was good for anyone. And he had to touch it. Then pure blackness. I woke in the forest alone and burning up corrupted and abused.

I guess my magic was the only thing keeping me alive. I didn't think I would last long even with it. Darkness corrupted my sanity and I start to see THEM. Cursive creatures, horrid and down right corrupted. Like me now.

I was going to be the second in line to be keeper after Merill. Magic, blessing or not. Was the source of all evil. Or so said the chantry. Magic was a weapon and it held no ill will. Only the person using it chose good or evil.

But something never change. Nor would they. Chant of light and darkspawn were common talk to everyone. Dwarves, mages, human, elves. Everyone. No exceptions.

It was dark and I was get off topic.

The corruption was a slow and painful death. Even if I was conscious I was going to last long. My magic no matter how powerful kept it at bay. But that would hold out so long. And this dragon demon I kept seeing was the root of the problem. And it need to be dealt with soon. Before it became a dangerous threat to everyone.

My thoughts shifted towards Mahariel and Tamlen. Where were they? They couldn't of survive the corruption without aid. There wasn't a good way to put it; they were dead. It was a better fate for them.

Seeing how a blight was around the corner. Arch-Demon leading it and horde of darkspawn following. Fereldom had seen better day truly. And would still if I had anything to say about it.

Regrettably I hated the last thing I said to them both. And it would forever haunt my memories.

"I promise you both death if we don't turn back now."

Ill bolded words I know. Foreboding, yes. Markers I didn't mean it. It was just jesting, it wasn't suppose to happen. It wasn't. Cruel as fate was this was downright horrible lack of- of something.

Confused what was I think about again? Darkness shadowed my mind. Stealing my thought, my decisions. Will power could only do so much. Quick wit was something I proud myself in. It was something I knew I had to deal with now. Or I would lose myself quickly. It would grow more powerful in time. And it was something I lack: time.

I however did not lack the will to live. If I didn't have long to life then I would make my life useful. The Arch-Demon need to be killed soon before it grew to strong. Fereldon was in danger and I knew how to stop it.

And everyone was going to know my name: Eliisa. Not mage savior and not dalish corrupted thing. ELIISA. Some one who want to make a difference. How want to save everyone.

Eliisa doesn't know that Mahariel survived too. I plan to make my own plan on the plot line. One thing for certain ostagar was not going to be a massacre of people. Lohgain was not going to betrayal the king. Eliisa is going to stop that dead in it's track.