Magic had loomed all over the world, but not as much as it it did after the Breach tearing open the sky.

With demons set loose, the real world and the Fade were finally completely open to each other. Literally.

People had driven mad due to spirits being forced into their bodies and minds, turning into demons.

But not only demons had entered people's bodies, other people, too.

People from a whole other world, speaking a whole other language and being used to a whole other culture.

How I knew? Well, I was one of them. Was.

You know, a few weeks ago I had been stalking Krewella's Facebook and Twitter day and night, waiting for their new singles.

And guess who would never visit their concert.

Yes, me.

And honestly?

I didn't know what was worse, Trump having become president or the fact that I had been thrown out of the fucking breach.

It would have been okay if I had become a qunari, a human or dwarf or whatever race that would have made my life a bit easier, but an elf?

Boy, was I fucked.

Well, at least the Inquisition soldiers had been so nice as to rescue me at the Conclave, among others who were in a somehow similar position as I.

"Oh hell naw, boy, I ain't stayin' here, I wanna go home." I watched a dwarven man argue with one of the soldiers, his left hand resting on his hip cocked to the side, his right finger swinging around in the air in a sassy manner. "I know Tyrone set'chu up fo' dis to scare me but he ain't gettin' nothin'!"

Suddenly he turned pale, eyes widening with shock as his hands shot up to his lips.

"Da fuck is dis?" He asked, realizing something was wrong, before breaking out in tears as he felt his long beard and hairy chest.

"Dis ain't my body!"

And I'm sure you know what medieval people did to those they deemed crazy or different.

Either they follow them, like Jesus or Jeanne D'arc, or, as it probably was the case with the shemale dwarf, they killed them. Sometimes they even did both, following then killing them.

I glanced down when the dwarf was being led away by the two guards as I didn't want to see what they would be doing to her.

How many confused and innocent people would they even kill?

I really didn't want to think about it…

Chapter 1: The Hardships of an Elf

I strolled through the camp as inconspicuously as I could, exploring areas that had been impossible to do so in the game and trying to find other 'Earthlings', but to no avail.

With a sigh I plopped down on a rock which proved to be one of the worst things you could do in your life because shit that hurt like hell!

I gritted my teeth and grimaced, trying not to whimper in pain and sucked it up.

Opening my eyes I noticed a dwarf observing me in between crowds of people who scurried from one place to another.

Being the irritable person that I was, I furrowed my brows and shot him a glare as I was definitely not prepared for fricking stalkers watching me at my worst moments. In fact, I hated people who couldn't stop looking at me. Do I have something on my face? Is my eyeliner bad? Who the fuck are you to judge me anyway, you piece of shit?

But those thoughts were soon cut off as a certain realization hit me like the lamppost I had once walked into back home.

That dwarf had a crossbow strapped to his back. A crossbow.

You know who else always carries around a crossbow? Exactly.

And I just shot my most challenging and pissed off glare to none other than Varric Tethras.

Boy oh boy, it's just getting better and better, I thought sarcastically as I leaned my forehead into my palm, hoping he would not come over. But I just knew he would interrogate me at some point as he had probably already noticed something was off with the elf, as sharp eyed as he was.

Note to self, I guess: Try acting more elfish and less rambo.

"You there, elf!" I was so lost in thought that I hadn't been aware of a man having called for me probably several times now, nor the fact that Varric had vanished from the spot he had been at.

Slowly I gazed up into the direction of where I supposed the man was, only to be greeted by one with a very angry expression.

"Yes, I'm talking to you!" He yelled. "Stop sulking and come here!"

I blinked and looked at him dumbfounded, struck by his massive ugliness. His long beard, his thick messy eyebrows, his sharp crooked nose. Like damn, how could one be that ugly? And where was the rest of his hair? It looked like his hair on the top of his now mostly bald head had wandered onto his beard and eyebrows. Oh my God.

I didn't realize he had approached me until I was brought down to earth again by him suddenly backhanding me. Hard.

"The fu-" I was interrupted as I flew off the rock and landed on the snow face first.

"I told you to get up, you stupid bitch!" The man was so furious now that he had turned red and his veins and eyes almost popped out from all that screaming.

Okay, so I am just going to ignore the fact that you slapped the shit out of me because I'm an elf. But dude, calm your titties, I've just been forced out of my old life into a whole new one, okay? I'm having a hard time, too, you know.

I was about to get up to follow his orders as a sharp pain went through my stomach and I flew across the snow again, because obviously that man did not possess the patience to wait for me to get up, so he had kicked me, because that's exactly how you get someone to stand up. Such logic.

Again, I tried to get up, but he didn't ease off, kicking me over and over again. Clenching my fists I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he would stop eventually with anger boiling more and more inside of me.

At some point my body had become numb to his attacks which subsided after countless times of kicking.

"I hope this taught you a lesson, elf," he snarled, looking proudly about at the crowd that had formed around us which led me to the question: Why in the living hell hadn't they helped me?! I know I'm an elf, but that was definitely intolerable. No one even cared a bit.

"Now get back to work."

Get back to work my ass, you fucking degenerate.

Still keeping my mouth shut and locking my anger up inside, I slowly got up as if nothing had happened, dusting the snow off of me and wiping the blood off my nose.

"Which part of 'get back to work' didn't you understand, elf?" The man growled as he threatened to punish me again.

"What is going on?" An authoritative female voice spoke sharply, revealing an armored woman with short black hair stepping out of the crowd.

Noticing my bleeding nose and the number of bruises across my whole body, her stern gaze switched to the fragile old man before me who puffed out his chest.

"I just taught this elf a lesson for not obeying my orders," he responded proudly.

"A lesson too harsh for simply disobeying orders, no?" A red-headed woman clad in leathered armor interfered, shooting a mysterious glance my way before focusing on the man.

I felt relieved at the sight of these two women whom I immediately recognized as Cassandra and Leliana, my anger subsiding and my mind becoming clear and rational again. Oh, and I was able to feel pain again. Lots of it.

With the pain becoming almost unbearable, I hissed and bent forward, holding my ribs with one hand and preparing the other for a possible impact with the ground which turned out unnecessary as two elves rushed to my aid and led me away.

I didn't get much of the conversation between the man and the women as I was too focused on the pain, and the two elves talking things to me I couldn't understand as my hearing was being blocked.

Black dots began blurring my sight until they swallowed it whole. Hello darkness, my old friend.