Hello everyone! This will be my first proper fanfiction :) This story is taken place during Dragon Age Origin in the Circle of Magi. But in this story you will not follow the one who will become Warden but a character of my own creation; Hope. I hope you will enjoy it and please write reviews! Both ideas and comments are welcome :)

Chapter 1

No one would forget that day. That day were to be kept a secret, the biggest secret. Nobody outside the few selected who were there, were to know what happened. That day had been as any other day in the Circle Tower in Ferelden, as normal as a day could be involving mages and templars. But the day was about to change in a most peculiar way.

A Harrowing took place. A promising young mage apprentice were now taking her first steps in to becoming a real mage. But first she had to pass the test. The Senior Enchanter and the Knight-Commander were both there to participate, as well as three other templars. The young apprentice went up to the pedestal and touched the lyrium within to gain access to the Fade. After doing so she passed out and her mind went in to the Fade. One of the young templars stood guard beside her, holding his sword ready just incase she would fail her Harrowing and become an abomination. Time passed by, an hour. The young templar stood his ground, focusing on his task as he had been trained. A light shimmered around the young mage and the templar gripped his sword tighter. The young woman's eyes fluttered as she returned to her own body, the Senior Enchanter went up to the woman who was now asleep.

"She passed the Harrowing." The man said after checking her.

"Stand down, Cullen. You did well." Said the Knight-Commander to the templar who lowered his sword and took a deep breath. It was over for this time, another mage passed the test and no abominations this time.

"You may take her down now" Said the Knight-Commander to the two remaining templars who picked her up on a board and carried her out. But as the Senior Enchanter, Knight-Commander and the templar Cullen were turning away from the pedestal to go after the to other templars, the remaining lyrium in the pedestal started to glow with at bright blue light.

"What in the world..." They had to turn their eyes away from the light. The templar Cullen squeezed together his eyes in order to see through the bright light and saw something forming in the light, but he wasn't sure, and had to turn his gaze away when blue lightning started to cross over the room.

The lightning and light stopped as quick as it had come. The three men were in chock and when they started to move they looked around to see if anything changed. On the floor, not far away from the pedestal,was a young woman lying on her side with her knees brought up to her chest and her arm folded tight on her torso. Her white, long hair was spread over her and she only had on a thin, silky-like dress in a light-blue color. Cullen was the first to raise to his feet and go near the creature that looked like a young woman. For all he knew she could be a demon from the Fade. When she moved and sat up a few things happened fast. The Knight-Commander yelled at Cullen to 'Strike it down!', Cullen lifted his sword to strike the being down and the young woman turned her face up towards him. Cullen struck his sword down, a small part of is mind were surprised, he did not expect demon to look that way. The young woman's crystal blue eyes widened with surprise and then horror.

"No!" She yelled and held up her hand as she turned her face away. The sword was already falling and were not going to change it course. But when the sword meet her hand there was an instant blue light and the two were separated by a blast. They were thrown to each part of the room, as far away from each other as possible. The young woman had passed out while the young templar felt numbed.

"What happened?!" It was Knight-Commanders voice but Cullen heard it as if it was far away and that he had something in his ears making the mans voice blurred and hard to understand.

"I do not know, Gregoir," that was the Senior Enchanters voice "but it was interesting."

"Interesting?! How can you call that interesting? It knocked us out. It is dangerous!"

"Wait, Gregoir! Don't be foolish. Even you must sense that she is not an abomination, nor a demon."

"Foolish?! You call me foolish?"

"Do you sense any demon activity from her, Gregoir?" Said the Senior Enchanter again.

"That doesn't prove anything. It is dangerous. Maker knows what it can do when it wakes up."

"We do not know what she is, were she's from or even what she is. Don't you think that it worth investigating? It's something we have never seen before!"

"I must object, Irwing! We can put the hole Tower in danger!"

"With you and all the templars around?"

"It did just knocked out one of our templars!"

Irwing held up his hand in a gesture that he had given up.

"I understand you. Gregoir. It's you area of expertise, but I still remain confident that she is not a demon."

Gregoir saw after Irwing who crossed the floor to Cullen to tend to any injuries the young templar may have gotten after the blow. The Knight-Commander looked over at the being that looked like a young woman. Her hair was spread like a fan over her face and around her. It looked as if she was sleeping. Gregoir had to reluctantly admit that he did not sense any demon activity from the woman, surprisingly was that he did not sense any magic at all from her, which was odd thinking of what just happened a moment before.

"The Chantry wants to hear about this. For now it lives. But I want guards at all time and it locked up in a cellar below ground. And no one, and I mean no one, is to hear about this. Do you understand, Irving?"

"What of the young templar?" Another silence.

"Only he and another templar is to know about this, they are to stand guard."

"That is wise. How do we get her and the young templar down without anyone noticing, I wonder..."