This is my first ever fanfiction so I hope you enjoy!

The man lurched upwards. He gasped and held his head in both hands as white hot pain flared inside his brain, forcing him to lie back down. After a few moments the pain vanished, leaving him panting on the cold grass. He sat up again, confused.

"Who am I?"

Aiden

The name rolled through his head, as if he was looking at a billboard.

"Right…..now where am I?"

No answer came that time, unfortunately.

Aiden groaned and glanced around him. He was lying in what appeared to be a field. It was dark, with...two moons? Getting up he noticed with some shock that he wasn't wearing his usual jeans, shirt and hoodie. Instead he was wearing….chainmail?

"I must be dreaming" he said aloud. He pinched himself on the arm. "Ow….ok maybe not dreaming"

Under closer scrutiny, it was revealed that he had a light chainmail vest that covered his upper body. It had iron shoulder guards and a chest guard, which covered the centre of his chest. He also had rusty gauntlets which didn't cover his hands. They were covered by thick leather gloves. He had no armour on his legs, however, instead he had boots and trousers, but no sword.

"I must have had too much to drink" Aiden thought with an inward groan. He reached into his pocket for his phone to call someone, but he had no pockets. "Damn it" Aiden muttered, then paused.

"What happened?" "I can't even remember leaving home, and why am I dressed like some man-at-arms?"

Suddenly, a scream pierced the night air, loud and fearful. Aiden froze and looked around frantically, looking for the source. The scream rose again, louder this time.

"It came from the left".

Aiden sprinted towards the direction he thought the scream had come from, ducking under the branches of a group of trees on the edge of the field. He saw a building that he assumed to be farmhouse. The scream came again, closer this time. Aiden ran around the house and spotted some trouble. A woman was holding a young child who looked no more than six or seven in her arms while a man, presumably her husband armed with a wood axe, was facing off against three armed and deadly looking men. Sean stopped.

"Where the hell am I?"

The farmer was putting up a good fight as he did have his family to protect. One of the men, bandits it would seem, charged at the brave farmer, wielding a longsword. With a snarl the outlaw swung the weapon at the farmer, trying to behead him. The blades' intended victim ducked and the sword hissed over his head. The farmer then smashed the handle of his axe into the bandit's stomach. The bandit staggered and barely managed to deflect the follow-up blow from the farmer's axe.

Aiden was no fighter, but he knew he needed to do something so he charged empty handed at the attackers. Neither the bandit nor his companions noticed Aiden until he tackled the chief aggressor, knocking him down. The sword dropped, Aiden landed punches on the bandit's face, who hit back, striking Aiden on the jaw and knocking him away. Cursing, the bandit looked around for his sword. Spotting it, he moved but didn't get far as the farmer seized his chance and buried his axe in the man's chest. Aiden managed to get to his feet despite his head still ringing and saw the bandit fall away as the farmer retrieved his tool.

That was the first time Aiden saw someone die and it wouldn't be the last.

Aiden looked up to see the other two bandits moving towards them, shock being replaced by rage. The first man had a crossbow which he aimed at Aiden's face. "You'll pay for that, scum!" he yelled while the other bandit, wielding a mace, closed in on the farmer, who gripped his blood-stained axe in both hands with a grim, but determined look on his face. The farmer looked at Aiden. "Pick the damn sword up boy!" he ordered.

Aiden leapt to the ground, a crossbow bolt zipping over his shoulder. His hand grasped the hilt of the dead bandit's sword. It was a lot heavier than he expected it to be, but he hefted it and charged the crossbow wielding bandit. The man was trying frantically to reload his weapon and didn't have any time to react as Aiden skewered him through the stomach. The bandit let out a strangled gasp and sank to the ground, taking the sword with him. Aiden realised what he had done.

"Oh god…. I've just killed someone"

He was snapped out of his state of shock when the farmer let a cry. Whirling around, he saw the farmer on the ground with a bloody arm. The last bandit smiled, and raised his mace to deliver the killing blow. Aiden drew the dead crossbowman's sword from his scabbard, and ran to the rescue. However, the bandit turned before Aiden reached him, and knocked Aiden's sword out of his hand with a single blow. Aiden stumbled backwards, barely avoiding the second swing, which would have shattered his ribs. Before the bandit could recover, Aiden jumped at him. The man lost his grip on the mace but he grappled with Aiden, trying to strangle him. Aiden's vision began to falter, but he thrust a hand upwards into his attacker's face. He felt a strange thrumming sensation in his fingers, which quickly became heat. The bandit screamed in pain and Aiden heard the sizzling of burnt flesh. He grabbed the bandit's dagger from the sheath, and jammed it into its owner's throat. Letting the body fall, Aiden staggered back. The farmer and his family were staring at him warily.

"Um….hi?" he said, relieved that none of them had been killed. "These don't look like farmers back home" "Their clothes look medieval. Either that or they're very poor"

"Are you an apostate?" the woman demanded, glaring at him as if he would burn down their house, despite the fact he had helped save their lives.

"What's an apostate?" Aiden asked, confused.

"Wait a minute….no it couldn't be, could it?"

Aiden remembered the video game that he had played regularly and recently completed. "No, surely not, maybe it's a dream after all" "Where am I?" he asked, hoping it was indeed a dream, and if it was one, then he wanted to wake up. The farmer and his wife exchanged a shocked glance. "You're in Ferelden lad" the farmer said slowly. "And you are clearly a mage, since you burned that poor bastard's face off" he added. Aiden's legs buckled. "Impossible, this has to be a nightmare" The white-hot pain flared in his mind once again and he blacked out.

Let me know what you thought of it and tell me what mistakes I made :).