AN: Greetings! As you all may know, Dragon Age: Inquisition came out a couple of days ago (in the U.S. anyway). I played nonstop for 24 hrs until I had to go to school. *sigh* However, many, many ideas are wandering around this brain of mine, and this is one of them. I got the Collector's Edition and, in it, was a journal with the Inquisition symbol on it. So I decided to make it my Inquisitor's diary because, if you've played the game, a lot is on the Inquistor's plate. Saving the world is no easy task.
So yeah. I'll try to cover the whole plot, but keep in mind that I'm still playing the game. The chapters (which I will call entries) will not be too long. Just little drabbles and thoughts my Inquisitor has. As for my other fanfictions, I'm working on them. Slowly. I'll try to update Mass Confusion some time this week, but don't hold your breath.
Now, without further ado, let us venture into the world of Thedas, into the journey of Katrina Trevelyan. (Note: Character is human, for those of you who don't know.)
Entry 1
They call me the Herald of Andraste. People look to me, to Haven, for shelter. Why? I am no one special, just someone lucky enough to have survived the blast caused by the Breach. I am just Katrina Trevelyan, a noble who hates the life of a noble, who loathes parties and dresses, who prefers swordplay versus learning proper etiquette.
Now, I am the Herald of Andraste, the one who bears the mark.
People say they saw a woman next to me when I walked out of the Fade. People say it was Andraste herself. While I do not wish to be called the Herald of Andraste, I honestly hope that the Maker, that Andraste, is in me. With me. I want to believe someone bigger, someone stronger than me, is saving the world. Someone that can actually make a difference.
The Chantry wants my head on a silver platter. They say I am heretical, along with those who are helping rebuild the Inquisition. I believe in the Maker. The Chantry could go to the Void for all I care. The people want me to save them. I'll try to.
I have to fix it. Everything.
But can I really? This mark I bear is both a blessing and a curse. I can seal the Rifts and possibly close the Breach itself. The curse, however, is beyond measure. It took something from me- someone. Someone I held dear and close to my heart.
This cursed mark took my sister.
AN: Short, like I said. In reality, a sibling is not mentioned in the game. That's my little inclusion. Updates are far and few in between, as you all probably are getting used to. Sorry about that. I just happen to have a life.