Andrew Hernandez slammed the door to his black 2012 Honda Accord and went to grab the duffel bag from the trunk that contained the few possessions he had with him when Andrew was stationed at Fort McCoy. Slinging it over his shoulder Andrew made his way up to the door leading into the apartment complex where he lived and opened the door. Hearing the door shut behind him he began moving up the stairs to his apartment. 'How long has it been since I've been here?' Andrew thought to himself as he reached the top floor.

Heading down to the last door on the right Andrew opened the door and entered the apartment. The first thing he noticed was it was extremely dark. No surprise since all the blinds were closed and it was near midnight. Opening the blinds in the living room revealed the nighttime winter suburban city of La Crosse, Wisconsin. Andrew flipped a switch and light filled the room revealing a thin layer of dust in some of the apartment indicating it had not been some time since he was here last.

"Home sweet home," Andrew muttered as he went to the fridge and noticed it was empty aside from a few cans of beer and slightly rotten pizza. Andrew frowned and said, "Just great. I really know how to shop. Nice work self." Grabbing a can of beer and throwing the pizza away he made the way to the living room. Tossing his coat to the side he sat down on his couch as he began to flip through the channels on his flat screen.

Tossing the remote aside Andrew laid his head down on the couch and let the feeling of slumber he felt take him as he watched ESPN though not really paying attention as he drifted off.

A banging noise woke Andrew from his slumber as he raised his head trying to focus. He shook his head trying to shake of the remaining feeling of sleepiness from his body as he got up and went to answer the door.

Andrew opened the door to see the familiar smile and brown mischievous eyes Emile Hart, a childhood friend. Andrew and Emile met after his parents and sister were killed, but Emile was never really a friend in Andrew's mind during that period of time. Andrew during that time had felt Emile had been an annoyance at the time because Andrew wanted to be alone. As time had gone on Emile had grown on him and the two became friends. The two remained good friends and had even served together in the marines until Andrew left.

"Emile? I thought you were still out…" Andrew began. Emile pushed his way in and looked around whistling. "...come on in," Andrew muttered as he closed the door and turned around to see Emile filling up his fridge.

"Thought you would need some food. You haven't been around for what… three months? Well, aside from some visits here and there," Emile told him as he closed the fridge door. "Heard you retired. Care to explain?"

"I grew tired of living as a Marine. I spent time traveling between assignments and eventually stationed at Fort McCoy. First few assignments were training recruits at boot camp and some guard postings. I didn't really feel… I mean…" Andrew just stopped talking and went silent.

"You felt as if being a Marine meant nothing anymore. It took more than it gave. It helped you find a stability you didn't have for years. Though when Lisa died… it took the fight out of you. Made you give up," Emile finished.

"Yeah…" Andrew muttered as he walked into the bathroom.

Emile watched as he shut the door and sighed. Emile recalled when they served in Afghanistan from 2008 to late 2010. A woman named Lisa and them had been in the same squad fighting together for months. Andrew and Lisa became close. Sharing stories of their past and what they joined the Marines for. To them, it became a solace. Andrew began to finally revert to his previous self. They began dating, or what could count for dating at the time, and were both incredibly happy for a good amount of time. Some time during their second tour they were ambushed in a narrow pass. The attack was repelled, but Lisa had suffered a fatal wound and died because . Emile remembered their sad parting and recalled what she told him as her last words, "Don't let me become a burden to him, Emile. Promise me you'll help him." Emile nodded as he saw the life fade from his close friend's eyes.

Emile looked at the door. "I'm not sure what I can do, Lisa. He's falling deeper in the darkness. I don't know what to do," he whispered. He looked up. "I need help. He's lost too much already… and he's slipping away more each day."

Andrew splashed the water to the face as the water from the faucet. Looking into the mirror he looked into his face. A round face with striking odd silver colored eyes staring right back at him. His brown straight hair and tanned skin with a few scars gained from the fights he's been in. "Why the hell is Emile here? Whatever, it's better than anything I had planned today."

Grabbing the towel he had near him he dried his face and tossed it in the hamper. Walking out he saw Emile in the living room grinning and playing on his black Xbox 360. Curious, help looked on the screen and saw the game's title pop up: Dragon Age Origins. "What are you playing?"

"Dragon Age," he replied simply.

"And what game is that?"

Emile gave an incredulous look at Andrew. "You seriously never played Dragon Age or its two sequels?"

"No." Andrew looked at Emile as if he grew a second head. He knew the former soldier rarely played any video games and preferred to read or watch a little TV, sometimes going out with a drink with some old friends he made while serving with the Marines or the boys stationed at Fort McCoy.

"Man, sit down and start playing. I'll be back with the other games for you to loan in an hour." Emile shakes his head as he walks towards the door. "Never heard of Dragon Age…" Emile mumbled. "I'll change that."

A month later…

Andrew just finished Dragon Age: Inquisition and all the DLC for the second time. Emile was right about one thing: the game series was good. Though he heard people didn't really like the sequel to Origins, but he readily disagreed. The only issue Andrew had was they recycled a lot of the locations. Sighing, he had set the controller on the table next to him.

Spending the month like this helped more than he'd care to admit. Andrew had come up with a normal routine now that he was out of the military. Waking up early and getting ready for the day. Shower, an hour run, hitting the gym, and sitting down enjoying his personal time were the normal activities he had been doing day to day. Andrew was meaning to find a job, but he had enough money to live comfortably for a few more months.

Andrew's opinion of the series was good. He explored the exact possible choices and consequences of his actions and had formed opinions on the characters themselves. His favorite romance was with Leliana. The kind-hearted redhead had made an impression on him. Both of them had rough lives and in a way felt connected to her, but he knew she was just a game character. Though as Leliana matured more and more as the series went on she became much darker than she had been in Origins.

Much like Andrew himself had become much more reclusive and introverted as time came by. Friends left to move on with their lives. Remaining family members giving up on the man believing they could do no more to help him if Andrew didn't try to get better like Leliana did if the Inquisitor made all the positive choices that lead to her eventual change.

Andrew noticed each character had their likes, quirks,and dislikes. It made them seem real. Talking and exploring their pasts were a interesting experience that Andrew took joy in learning. Andrew never been a heavy gamer, but he can honestly say Dragon Age was a great game series. Andrew had never been a gamer because of his limited time he spent relaxing alone because he preferred to do something productive instead of sitting in front of a TV.

Standing up and stretching to loosen his stiff muscles he made his way to the kitchen. After getting a Mountain Dew Andrew looks outside to see it snowing heavily. A small smile walked onto his face. "Another Wisconsin winter… going to be fun hunting in this."

It was early December and Andrew had planned a two week hunting season. A final way to enjoy his downtime before searching for another job. He offered for Emile to join him, but the man had said he was going to be spending the holidays with his family. He would do the same, but…

"Might as well get ready. Going to be a long drive north." After several trips later after retrieving his gear and supplies Andrew gets in the truck Emile had let him borrow for the hunt he had been planning. He prepared for the long drive north. Using this time to think he came to the conclusion that the purpose of this hunt was to spend time to heal. Something Andrew has been hard considering how his life has gone.

Spending time with his father as a child Andrew had learned to use a bow and became quite good at it. It was an activity that allowed him to bond with his father, Adrian. Over time his mother, Serena, began teaching him martial arts until she became pregnant. His sister Sylvia was born nine months later. The six year old Andrew promised to be the best older brother he could to his new sister. Six years had passed since young Sylvia was born into the Hernandez family, to them it had been the happiest time of their lives.

Unfortunately, it would not last. Andrew was needed at his grandparents' house for the weekend to help around the house they had just moved into and the rest of his family would be there later to help finish up. To him, it was a normal day until he heard his grandmother, Amelia, on the phone. She sounded frantic and worried which is unusual for the normally happy woman. Andrew remembered when he heard the news of his family's death. He had been washing dishes and had dropped the one had had been cleaning. Andrew had never been the same when he heard the reason for their deaths. That is when Andrew's heart began to grow as cold as ice.

Recently, he tried to get back into what he used to do so Andrew had decided to start practicing his old hunting skills to get himself back on track with his life. Time heals all wounds, or so they say. Andrew decided to put that to the test. One last try, one last attempt to try to move on. Had he only known what truly awaited him when Andrew would travel to Ironside State Forest. Luckily, the truck Emile loaned him is large enough for anything he managed to kill and it is decently sized for the job.

Nearing State Forest...

Driving down the road Andrew felt the cool winter breeze come through the open winter. A faint smile graced his lips. Seems he had gotten lucky with the weather. The next two weeks would be cold but little to no snow would be seen. "Should be a good time. Two weeks in a mildly cold December winter. Game should be plenty here.," Andrew mused as he went into the small parking lot. Looking around he saw it was empty. Not surprising see because it was very early hunting season, but give a day or so it will be much busier.

Taking a deep breathe, Andrew began unloading his hunting gear and looking through it to make sure he had brought what he needed for the next two weeks. Nodding at seeing he had everything Andrew grabbed his equipment and began to trek into the forest not noticing the slowly gathering clouds in the sky.

A week had passed with no change. Andrew had been tracking a whitetail deer for the past few days, or what he was guessing that was what he was tracking. He had found the tracks two days before and they had been fresh at the time. Andrew followed the trail to a small stream and had lost the supposed deer before finding several more trails that all were dead ends. He had just picked up a new trail and had yet to come upon a dead end so he assumed the animal he had been tracking was still in the area Andrew was in. By the footprints, it looked to be an elk. Looking around he looked for any signs of animal activity but saw nothing and moved on.

He looked up to see a red-brown elk looked around sniffing the area. Judging by the antlers this one is male seeing how females don't have antlers. His head looked around constantly. He seemed ready to bolt and knew Andrew was nearby. Kneeling and using the woods as cover, Andrew raised his bow and carefully took aim readying to launch his arrow at the cautious elk. He released the arrow and it flew true to its target, but Andrew had miscalculated the wind when he shot so he missed the elk just barely.

The elk looked and Andrew and then bolted further into the forest. "Shit!" Andrew exclaimed. Following after the elk he had to weave around the surrounding trees trying to get a good shot on the elk. The elk was far quicker than Andrew, so he had one chance, and Andrew knew it would be his last chance to put down his quarry. Raising his bow in his last effort to end the chase he let loose his arrow on the elk.

The deities of hunting seemed to be on his side as it hit the elk at an angle to cause the death blow and it fell to the ground unmoving. He carefully came out and approached the elk with caution wary of it still being alive to retaliate in defense.

Looking over Andrew looked around for any sign of life in the elk, but found none. It took a few gentle tugs, but he managed to remove the arrow from the now deceased elk. "A clean shot. I doubt he felt much pain," Andrew observed panting. "You brought me on quite the chase…" Shaking his head Andrew began the process of taking the elk back to his camp.

Along the way it began to snow lightly. He looked up at the slowly darkening sky seeing the snowfall. "Weird. It wasn't too cloudy earlier…" He shrugged. It was winter. Snow was just apart of the season.

Next Morning...

Andrew opened his eyes to the sound of something rustling. He blinked a few times and looked around his tent when he finally identified the sound: wind. The wind was blowing up against the tent causing the noise that he woke up to. From the sound of it the wind was extremely strong. Opening the tent he saw his entire camp filled with snow. Snow was pouring down from the clouds that looked to be nowhere close to stopping. Combining the snow and wind getting out of here was going to be… troublesome.

Frowning, Andrew knew the logical thing would be to wait out the snowstorm, but if the snow didn't stop he was in deep trouble. He had used up a week or so supplies already and the trail back to his truck was covered in snow. He had made some carvings in the trees as a trail back to his car. However, the weather outside would not let him see too clearly, so for now it was the waiting game.

Nearing the end of his two week hunting trip and the snow had not let up. The wind had died down somewhat, but Andrew had almost run out of supplies. The last time he had gone to the truck was when he had brought the elk there. At the time the snow was still falling at a very slow pace so Andrew had nothing to be worried about at the time seeing as what the forecast said for the next few weeks. Only then did he realize the fatal mistake he may have just made that could result in the death of him. He only checked it before he left making no effort to check it afterwards when he should have been checking it daily. Andrew is normally more cautious about this. However, it seemed Andrew began to enjoy himself a bit too much that he seemed to not remember this one detail that could have prevented this entire situation.

Andrew looked around the camp to see all of his equipment buried in snow without there being time to retrieve it. 'Oh, well… there goes a lot of good equipment. It doesn't matter though, I can replace all of it with time. My life is more important than hunting supplies. Now we need to start heading back the way I came,' he thought. Taking nothing more than his bow, quiver of arrows, his Beretta handgun, the last of his food supplies, and other small items he had in his tent Andrew began making his way back to his truck and hopefully get out of this situation.

Trying to follow the signs he left on the trees Andrew kept his straining his eyes to see the indents carved in the trees. Unluckily for the soldier he could not see the trail anymore and looked around trying to pick up the trail. "Come on. Where is it?" Andrew muttered.

Unknown to him he did not know the predator that had lurked in the area. One that was hungry and had just found its last meal for the winter before going into hibernation.

Andrew is lost. The weather just worked against him and his current situation had left little solutions that would help him in his current situation. With the wind and snow Andrew would more than likely he would starve or freeze to death. Emile knew that he was out here but would not likely be able to get help to Andrew in time. Andrew sighed. "What was supposed to be a fun trip will now more than likely be my death. Just because of a stupid mistake on my part not looking at the weather." Shivering, the soldier just continued to walk.

Now having the time to once more think his mind wandered to Andrew. 'Why did you show up, old friend? I am nothing but a broken vessel than had died years ago. Yet, it seemed unlikely for you to show up, Emile, but you always did when I was in pain. You always had some stupid joke or a smile on your face in the worst of times. One of the few people in my life I still talk to. It was you who helped me when my sister and parents died despite my efforts to get you to leave me alone. Again, you seemed to be there when Gramps and Grandma passed on. Now, with Lisa gone, you happened to just be there? Emile, are you trying to help me…? Trying to help me not get stuck in the past again…? I've never been very open, but you didn't care… and now I'm just self pitying on you and myself. I sound like such a pansy right now. Yet I can't help like feel like a broken tool. You and our old squad were trying to pull me out of the darkness. I just couldn't...wouldn't… let you help like you all tried. Thank you… and if I make it out of here I swear things will be different.'

Andrew heard a snap of a branch behind him and turned to see a large shadow over him. The shadow let loose a roar causing Andrew to step back to get a look at his attacker. A grizzly bear stood over him and growled at him. "A grizzly… shouldn't you be asleep for the winter…? Unless you're still hunting… and it's not common for you to be up in mid December. And I'm not equipped to handle you easily. Damn…" Andrew readied his bow. He had his bow while strong against different wildlife may not be able to harm the bear much or his Glock pistol which may be more effective yet Andrew was still not certain he could kill the bear without sustaining grave injuries. There was also his seven inch Bowie knife he had on him, but Andrew had no intention of facing down a grizzly with a knife. It was a literal man vs beast situation. Both the man and bear knew there would only be one survivor with neither of them having any intention of dying here in this cold, dreary winter.

Drawing the bow string back Andrew let loose his arrow sinking it into the bear's left hind leg. The grizzly growled at the man while lashing out at the man with a claw sending Andrew safely out of range of the bear. It growled and dislodged the arrow with little trouble seeing as the brown fur it had acted as a natural armor against most physical attacks doing little harm against it.

Andrew took aim again and panicked when the grizzly charged him forcing him to roll out of the way. He had but a moment's notice before the beast was upon him again lashing out with gnashing teeth. Once more, Andrew narrowly dodges the grizzly again as it sails past him once more preventing harm. The grizzly narrowed its eyes as it realized it would take more than charging its prey. It prowled towards Andrew and he once more raised the bow before the grizzly lashed out towards the bow before Andrew could aim towards it. The result was devastating. The bow was broken in the bears attack and Andrew was now sporting claw marks across the chest. Not too deep but enough for the grizzly to capitalize on its advantage.

Lunging towards Andrew the grizzly scored a wound to Andrew's right leg. Falling towards his knee he drew his Glock and started unloading into the bear forcing it to retreat for the moment. Andrew reloaded his pistol he hissed in pain from the wounds the bear gave him. Running away now was out of the equation as the wound on his leg prevented him from running. Andrew drew his Bowie knife and waited. He knew the grizzly would not leave and knew it had the advantage. If Andrew was not careful, the grizzly would taste victory here today.

With knife and pistol in Andrew waited once more for his opponent to show itself. Once more the bear revealed itself. Andrew swore he could see the grizzly smile in satisfaction. He aimed the pistol and let loose a volley of bullets at the bear. A few hit the bear but it only made the bear madder at the man. Andrew grew worried as he turned once more avoiding the bear for a final time before screaming out in pain from his injured leg. Falling to his knees he felt the blood pour faster from his right leg and a numbing feeling coming from it soon after. Andrew reloaded his final ammo clip and shot it straight towards the grizzly hearing it roar out in pain.

He smirked before falling to the ground with his leg unable to remain upward and dropping the pistol to the ground. Andrew looked up to see the bear dive towards him in its final attack. The wounded soldier brings up the bowie knife and luck seemed to be with him as the knife struck the grizzly in the head burying itself deeply within the skull. Unfortunately, the bear landed on his left arm and the weight of the bear broke his arm.

Andrew let loose a howl of pain and tried to yank his arm free of the bear but the weight was too much. Finally the blissful feeling of unconsciousness overcame Andrew as he blacked out from the pain.

Andrew's Dream…

Groaning, Andrew opened his eyes to find himself lying on the ground. Looking up he saw a clear blue sky which caused him to frown. This didn't make any sense to Andrew as he knew he was in a fight for his life. Moving his limbs around he felt no pain which caused the frown to deepen as he was gravely wounded, but was able to move around without pain… something was off.

Taking in more of his surroundings Andrew noticed he was in a park of some kind. His eyes widened. He knew this park. Or more specific, it was his childhood playground he ae to play when he was a child. The familiar slides, swings, and all the other familiar activities he had played when he was younger. It brought good memories back. Before he had become cold and detached. Before he lost what made him what he wa today. All the doubt and self-loathing at his failures. All what he had been before that tragic night. This place is what brought all the memories Andrew had tried to bury came to him here.

"A good place to remember for you. A place that reminds you of a happier time. I thought it would be a good location that would bring you peace," Melodic voice said from behind Andrew.

"Yes. This place does bring back good memories," Andrew agreed looking around some more before realizing how this entire situation was wrong. Andrew spun around to come face to face with a woman smiling back at him. Ebony-black hair, warm green eyes, heart-shaped face, narrow nose, and a full figure many women would kill for. All she wore was a simple robe. Andrew was not taking chances. Something about this dream was not right. It just felt… wrong. "Who are you?"

"My name is Andraste. I have been watching you for some time now, Andrew," the now named Andraste said. She walked past Andrew motioning him to follow. "WE have been watching you to be more honest."

"Who's 'we'?" The name she gave him was familiar… what was it?

"The Maker… he watches over all his children, no matter where they are from. I suppose you would know him as God," Andraste responded.

Maker...Andraste…? Then it hits Andrew like a ton of bricks. She was the prophet Andraste from Dragon Age? But she was just some part of some game he played. How in the world can she be real…? "How in the hell are you real? Much less be here in my dream?! You shouldn't even be real!" Andrew exclaimed shocked.

"Many things you assume fiction are indeed true. What you call Dragon Age is an actual series of events, not some game that you call Dragon Age. From the Warden, to Hawke, and even the Inquisitor are all people who will exist in Thedas. We know these events will happen yet the Maker nor I can directly interfere in the events that will take place," Andraste explained.

"So everything in Dragon Age happens?" Andraste nods. "This is a lot to taken in. I thought it was just some game that people enjoyed. So… is the…?"

"The Fade. The realm of dreams and demons to the people of Thedas."

Andrew just grew more confused. "You said you cannot directly interfere with these events. Why?"

She frowned. "We cannot directly interfere on events that will impact the world. The last few times it happened the Blight was brought upon Thedas, or the Black Plague that once almost cleansed Europe of life. The Maker and I now send champions to so our work since previous events often lead to disaster for innocent people."

"Yet you show up to me, Andraste? I am not sure why you would appear before me. I'm just a soldier past his time and dying as we speak. What use would a broken warrior be to you?" Andrew asked.

"You are already in pain, my child, and yet its cracks still show many years later. You say you are broken yet seek to heal. You fought that bear with your will wanting to live. You faced many years of torment without looking forward to the next day. However, below that you have the strength move on. You feel you are no longer needed, but that's not true. People need you. I'm asking you to help me," Andraste explained.

"Why? What do you need me for?"

"To save Thedas."

"From?"

"The events to take place. I need you to help the world I came from."

"How will I be able to help? There are already people there who will solve those problems. The Warden and Hawke are but a few of these examples."

"Yes, but how many lives will be lost because of the Fifth Blight is spread while the Warden travels to gather allies so the old God Urthemiel is slain? Hawke is ultimately broken by the loss of her family, like you are, but is forced to keep up a strong act so she does not appear weak when so much burden is thrust upon her shoulders while much is taken from her. You know this pain."

Andrew merely quite as he listened to her. Could he do this? Andrew had no idea what could happen if he would make things better or worse for Thedas. Andraste is asking him to be more than Andrew had been for years. A hero the people needed to rescue them from the darkest hours that will plague them for the next decade. The former Marine is being offered a chance to be something more than what he is. It is something to consider, at least. "If I did this, what would happen?"

"You will merge will a young, but extremely powerful mage. His name is Daylen Amell."

Andrew's eyes widen. The Human Mage Origin? He would like the chance to do this. He knew he could help… both himself and Thedas. Though could he do it was the question. He knew it would be exceedingly difficult. And what of the young mage Daylen? Wouldn't he be taking over a young man's body? "What about Daylen? Did he agree to this?"

Another voice said, "Yeah, I did agree." Andrew turns around to see a young man that looked somewhat similar to him, but about several years younger. The first thing that stood out is the forest green eyes that stared back at Andrew with a serious expression in his eyes, but in the back of them warmth and kindness seemed to radiate from them. He is fairly tall reaching about above Andrew's own height about six feet with Daylen being an inch or two taller. He seemed well built, as if he spent years doing physical labor or fighting. Daylen is no bodybuilder, but he looked to be built for both speed and power, like a swimmer. The man had a fair tan to him indicating he spent a great deal of time outside. Daylen had a similar hair color like Andrew's own black hair, but it seemed to have a dark blue hue to it unlike Andrew's. The man is simple dressed in a simple white shirt and brown pants. Odd, Andrew thought the look did not fit someone like him. Daylen had the look of a warrior, not a mage, or a commoner as the clothes on him seemed to say.

"And you're not taking over either, we'd be merging souls. All that I know and you know would merge making us one person. I am ready, but are you?"

"You just accepted this?" Andrew asked.

"I had time to think about it, but in the end it was the best option. My world is about to become a shit storm if what Andraste told me is true. I never would want innocents to be in harm's way and I was always somewhat of a believer before Andraste appeared, and I answered her summons. If she believes in you, so do I. The Maker has never had a large influence in my life, so I'll trust His judgement for once. I trust Andraste. I saw your life until this point. You didn't have it easy, just like a lot of people. I have similar story, though we need you. If merging is what we need to do, then I will gladly do so," Daylen explained.

"But I have a life here!" Andrew argued.

"No Andrew. Your body failed you and died. The wounds you suffered were too great and your body gave out. You are here because I summoned you here. You were destined to die in that forest, but we are offering an alternative. Merge with Daylen and live again. Save Thedas and enjoy a new life. Please… accept the offer," Andraste begged. Andrew was not surprised he died. The wounds were enough to be lethal. With all the moving around he did the wounds no doubt got worse and infected. It was just… a bitter pill to swallow.

Andrew had no choice. He could die, but his parents always taught him to help those in need. Never on this scale before, but Andrew is willing to give it a try, but he would rather find out a bit more on the person he's merging with. "Okay… but tell me about your life Daylen."

"I grew up the first five years in Kirkwall before I discovered my magic. I was part of the noble family of the Amells. Though due to some political incident I was sent to Kinloch Hold, the Ferelden Circle of Magi. After we sailed the Waking Sea into Amaranthine and began to travel. Everything was well until we traveled to a small village that had been influenced by a powerful blood mage. The templars would attempt to kill the man but they were killed by the blood mage. He ranted on on how I would be some kind of sacrifice and was thwarted by an elven apostate, Vana. She would teach me various things such as to fit into society, my magic, and made into the man I am today. I left her a fifteen and began to travel rarely using my magic. I used the skills with a sword and shield to make a living. I would miss Vana, but she wanted me to experience the world and help people which led me to becoming a mercenary," Daylen finished.

"Really? In the game you were a Fereldan mage and grew up there. Got into some trouble trying to help a friend you made who turned out to be a blood mage. His name was Jowan if I recall. Sad thing was… Jowan did everything for a young initiate who turned on him the moment his secret was revealed," Andrew said.

"Really? Interesting…" Daylen began.

"Gentlemen…" Andraste interrupted. "So, will you accept the offer Andrew?" Andrew nodded along with Daylen. "Then so be it. Daylen and Andrew hereby seek a unity. To become one in the eyes of the Maker to do His work. No more shall these two be separate, but one. One heart. One mind. One goal. To be peacekeepers, champions to the weak and helpless. Andrew and Daylen, become ONE!"

Magical energies poured from Andraste and surrounded the two men who stared at each other. Two became one. Their memories became one. Their skills became one. The thing that made them different had become one. No secrets were hidden from each other as they were now one. Daylen/Andrew said, "That was… intense."

"So who are you now?"

"Daylen Amell. I'm still Andrew and Daylen, but my name is Daylen now since that is what I will go by now. What is my first goal?" It felt weird. Daylen could not describe the feeling of what exactly happened, but that at the moment it didn't matter.

"Go to Ostagar. Join the Wardens. That is where your destiny begins," Andraste told him. "Though you will wake up five years before the Blight begins. Travel… heal… use that time to forgive and move on from your past. You will need to be strong in mind and body to withstand the events to come."

"Yeah… That is some good advice. I'll do that, but this task, or even after that, will be hard to do alone," Daylen said as he turned and the playground that surrounded shattered. Now all that surrounded Dalyne and Andraste is a sea of black as far as the eye could see. Daylen began to fade away. He turned back to Andraste as she stood there smiling at him. "Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, huh?"

Andraste mere giggled at the mage, "You'll not be doing this alone, Daylen. You'll have a group of loyal friends that you can turn to if you ever needed help. Also, you'll have someone you'll trust completely, someone who will be the one you can confide in with all your secrets, the one who will know of the truth of what is to come. She'll stand beside you through it all. All you need to do is look, Daylen."

As he faded, Daylen thought, 'A woman who'll to stand beside me through it all? That would be nice but… I need to forget the past first before I even think of finding someone else to love…' Daylen gave a grin to Andraste. "Farewell, Andraste. May the Maker be with you."

"And he with you, Daylen." Daylen completely vanished as he returned to the waking world. "May you find the peace that has eluded you. You have suffered enough in this life. What happens in this world from this point on is in your hands."

Andraste looked into the deep black void. Her green eyes losing the kind warm that she had when Daylen is here. The man, despite his knowledge of knowing what would come, could not predict everything. Some events could happen sooner than what the mage knew would come, but he did not know that. Even she is bound by laws that Andraste cannot reveal the consequences of actions that Daylen made. "Even now, the first event that Daylen will be involved with is rapidly approaching. He knows the reason, but can he actually succeed? The events that get him involved will be quite different than the way he expects it to happen, but the solutions, he knows. Not to mention the partner Daylen's going to pick up along the way, and how that person will affect the outcome. You'll always be tested Daylen, remember that. It's up to you to make sure it ends well…"

Killer999 here. As you can see Merging Destiny has returned with a completely new plot. I fixed some things and added some new content, but the vast majority is the same. After chapter 2 of the original came out I was... unsatisfied? I think that is the right word for how I felt. I put a lot of effort into the first chapter but I felt I slacked off extremely in the next two. So I decided to take it down and start it with a fresh set of eyes. I loved the first chapter so I felt no need to take it down. Now I feel as if I should give the pairing: Daylen (OC insert) X Tsaer Mahariel(Female Dalish Warden). If you want to add another pairing to this, simply PM or leave it in a review, though the character must be female. I feel odd as this pairing feels fine as is to me.

I'll give a brief description of the character's skills.

Name: Daylen Amell

Class: Mage, Warrior

Occupation: Apostate, Mercenary

Magical Talents: Elemental, Spirit

Specialization: ?

Threat Level: Lethal

I don't really have any specialization in mind so if you have any ideas tell me and I'll consider it. Throw any ideas at me I'll take them into consideration.

Read and Review! Killer999 signing off...