A/n: This is a story I wrote for the 2014 Summer Challenge over on the Dragon Age Fanfiction group. The criteria were thus:

Min. Of 10K words

Title: A Ferelden Blight

Must included Alistair/Morrigan/Zevran/Elf Warden of your choice

Genre: Supernatural/Spiritual

Can include other characters, so long as the aforementioned four are the primary characters.

I took me quite awhile, and a one character change, before I was able to come up with an appropriate story idea. This will follow the above four plus Eilonwy Cousland and Nathaniel Howe's past life incarnations. All of the past life characters were created by myself but inspired by names and such I found while research ancient human tribes in Ferelden. It is a spin-off of my main series. You would not need to read that series to understand this, especially as this is considered non-canon in my personal head-canon of events. You can either chose to disregard this story entirely or add it to The Way of Thedas storyline.

~Sometime during the Ancient Age, after the First Blight.~

Nadya Zorya held her husband's lifeless body in her arms. She gently smoothed the blonde hair from his head. Nearby, her son wailed loudly, as if he too grieved for the father he would never know.

Nadya slowly got to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes. Her husband was dead, now. He should have been more careful. Nadya had warned him about making deals with strange entities he met in the Fade. She had been forced to slay him, once she realized that he no longer was the sole occupier of his body.

She picked up her son, Cahir, and rocked him gently. She would tell the boy of his father's foolish mistake. She would make sure her son did not follow the same path. She touched his small red curls and smiled as he gurgled in her arms. She picked up the toy she had made for him from rabbit bones and feathers and twirled it above his head. He looked up at the gentle rattling noise the bones made and cooed. He stretched his pudgy arms upwards, trying to grasp it in his hands.

Now that her son had been calmed, she placed him back in his wooden cradle. She turned around and grimaced at the sight of her home. Blood covered the walls and floor. Her husband's body was caught halfway between human and demon form. His legs were warped and malformed. Huge blisters covered his arms and neck. Lumps of extra flesh twisted around his torso. He was barely recognizable as the man she had married just three years ago.

He had been chosen by her father as her mate and she had cared for him. He had helped her to give life to her son, whom she loved more than anything in this world. He had been kind to her. But he had also been foolish and reckless. She had warned her father, that it would only be a matter of time before he brought his death upon himself.

She dragged the body outside and paused to take a breath. She looked out over the Korcari Wilds and rubbed her brow. She had lived here all her life. As far as she knew, all of the land consisted of swampy wet lands with houses built on stilts and in treetops. But Nadya wouldn't change it for anything. She loved her people and she loved the Korcari Wilds. Though some clans wanted to expand further north, where the Avvar and Alamarri clans lived, Nadya was content to stay in Tombigbee.

She took a deep breath and covered the body with a cloth. Unsure what to do next, Nadya walked back inside. She went to check on her son when a sudden wave of dizziness overtook her. Staggering, she leaned against a wall for balance.

Her vision went blank. All she could see was darkness. A voice, deep but feminine, cackled madly. She was whispering something Nadya couldn't hear but the voice sent chills down her spine.

"Look and see what your future holds, child," it whispered. Nadya struggled to open her eyes, she did not want to see whatever this witch or demon wanted her to see.

But she struggled against a bond that held her too tight. She could not break it, not even with her own magic. She was the daughter of her tribe's eldest and most wise Shaman, but she could not fight this power, whatever it was.

Against her will, she saw a girl. She was short, perhaps dwarven? Her hair was long and black, like a night sky with no stars. She was clad in brown leather armour. She leaned against wall, smiling up at someone. A boy, with long chocolate brown hair and gray eyes. He smiled back at her and said something that made her laugh in response.

"This is who you will be. Time and again you will be called upon to defeat a great evil. Time and again you will die to defeat it. One day, you will rise to defeat your ageless foe, and you will live to see the world after. You will see the breach in the sky, you will see the magic return," the voice continued.

Nadya felt herself slip back into herself as the vision of the girl and the boy faded from view. She was on the ground, slumped against the wall, and Cahir was crying. She shook her head, scared of her vision, and went to tend to her son. She would ask her father what this vision meant. Surely, he would know.