A/N: Dragon Age 2 x Final Fantasy 7 crossover. F!Hawke, rated T for violence. Romance, no slash.

This is largely inspired by totallybursars' Stars Fade and LunaStorm's Exit Materia. Both of which are fabulous and you should read. After you've read mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.

"Hurtled into the chaos you fight, and the world will shake before you. Is it fate or chance? I can never decide..."

Prologue

"I will not be defeated!" Meredith screeched, the haunting red light of lyrium crackling through her armour and bleeding from her eyes. "Maker! Aid your humble servant!" she raised her unholy sword.

The Chantry lay in ruins. The Gallows burned. Templars and mages alike lay dead everywhere. Hawke had chosen a side, but what difference did it make in the end? She had already killed Orsino, and now she would kill Meredith.

Anders she had killed in the chantry courtyard.

Merrill fell as they fought through the city.

Isabella died fighting Orsino.

Aveline was crushed by the fighting statues.

Hawke stood with Fenris and Varric, all that was left of the little family she had held together through sheer force of will, no matter what this blighted city threw at them. It looked like Hawke's luck was running out. Her magic was at an all-time low, she didn't have the strength left of use any of the knife tricks Isabella taught her. Varric was down to his last bundle of crossbow bolts, and even Fenris seemed to be flagging.

Sweat soaked hair sticking to her face, Hawke charged the mad Templar. Swinging her staff at Meredith; she planned to knock the accursed lyrium sword away and blast her with one last spell.

Hawke should have known better than to expect anything to go according to plan.

The blade of her staff met Meredith's sword. With the sound of breaking glass, the sword shattered. Shards of the venomous lyrium exploded into the air around them, the blood red power swirled around them like a vortex, enveloping Hawke in an eerie silence. She saw a faint impression of Fenris and Varric knocked back onto the ground; somewhere Meredith was screaming. It all faded away and she was drowning in a sea of red; it almost felt like the fade only… colder. Maybe she had passed out from exhaustion? Just as the last of her consciousness drained away she heard a chuckle, and an echo of Flemeth from long ago:

"It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly."

A/N: I'm looking to improve my writing so any sort of critique is appreciated :)

Next Time: Brave New World