The Inquisitor's Story

by Elvenfox

It was time the story got told, from how she first met the Warden, to how she understood a rebel mage, to how she finally saved the entire world without really knowing what she was doing. Hopefully Varric doesn't exaggerate too much. AndersXInquisitor CullenXInquisitor Takes place over all three games. Rating will probably go up later.

PRELUDE BY INQUISITOR TREVELLYN

I wish I could start this story with some tragic backstory, as with the other heroes of my era, my friends. Perhaps like the Warden, who lost her whole family practically to betrayal by a long time ally. Or Hawke, who's family was broken down piece by piece by the cruelty of this world. The fact that they overcame everything to be the leaders that were needed did nothing but bolster their legend, make them seem more than human just by natural gifts and determination.

My world wasn't rocked like that. My family is still alive, and most of my friends are near me. I have had my heart broken, but anyone could say that. It's nothing special. The only thing that makes me who I am today was the fact that I was in the wrong place at the right time and couldn't resist touching a shiny glowing object. Andraste and the Maker himself did not send me there to battle against a great evil, and they certainly wouldn't have chosen me to lead the people if they actually were casting votes in the matter. So if you came in wanting to hear about my daily conversations with them through prayer and how Andrastian I am than I am sorry to disappoint you.

But if you came in with an open mind to hear how the Inquisitor came to be then pull up a chair and continue, because against my better judgement I will tell the tale.

Before we begin there are a couple things you need to know about me. I grew up in Denerim with my mother and father, who were not nobility but were just below the line with their wealth. If you have heard that I was a mage then you have heard the truth. This does not make me special though, for many are born with magic and like my family, many are kept hidden away so the circle does not drag them off. Magic was strong in my mother's line, so they were prepared when I first started to show the talent. I was taught in secret through old family books and lore enough to keep my magic under control while knowing basic spells such as healings and barriers.

While she taught me all she could about that my father taught me how to defend myself without magic, namely with a daggers. He would tell me that this way if I was ever attacked I wouldn't have to expose my powers in order to protect myself.

Such was my life until my fifteenth year, and with all my heart I wish I could say I appreciated everything my parents did for me for my safety, that I understand the sacrifices they were making every single day to keep me safe. Instead, with brutal honesty I can only say I was angry, impatient, and ungrateful towards everything. My parents were always patient and tried to help me understand, but I blamed them for things out of their control, and eventually they lost all control of me.

As I said before, this is no sad tale, no holy announcement. This is the truth about a spoiled teenager who had to grow up in more way than one. This is how the Inquisitor truly grew to become the Inquisitor. No lies, no secrets, no more at least. I want the world to know about who I really am, and luckily I have the friend to help me. So I give control over my past, my accomplishments, my mistakes to him, to tell you exactly what happened.

Long live the Inquisition. Long live Thedas.