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"He's coming. I can sense him."
"Hold on, hold on! Don't rush me!" An older and wiser Dagna scolded the tall sentient darkspawn that is the Architect. How a quirky arcanist dwarf and a ruler of darkspawns got together was a long story for all.
But it all started with the Inquisitor.
"Stay focus! I'll buy us time." Cassandra said, holding up the lyrium–enhanced crossbow that is Bianca. They weren't going to make it out of this alive, and she knew it. She glanced towards to her friend. How time have changed them. They were older now, grayer hair, and wrinkles on them. They weren't as strong as they were used to younger. Compared to today, the Breach was one of their simpler days.
And that was when Inquisitor Damien Trevelyan was heading.
"Inquisitor… Damien. It has been good to know you, my friend."
"…We'll make it out of this."
"I know you will."
Inquisitor! They glanced over at one of the sending crystals attached to a stone wall, resounding the echoes as it transferred to other people's sending crystals.
It sounded like Cullen.
Damien marched over to it and answered. "Status report, Cullen!"
Solas' forces have broken–––our defenses–––demons are pouring––ARRGH!
"CULLEN!" No. Not another one. Maker please, not another. They had lost Iron Bull and the Chargers. He had lost Sera, Blackwall, Vivienne, Leliana, and innocent Josephine. Cassandra had lost Varric years ago. Now she carries Bianca on her back in memory of him. Who knew such a couple could exist the way the two would bicker at each other. That's all in the past now.
And even his own Dorian... His lover... is long gone.
Oh Maker...
Fuck. Why was he praying to the Maker? He doesn't fucking exist!
"I must go Damien." Cassandra said again and then she was off, running through the enchanted doors, and he knew it would be the last time he would see her.
Fuck. This couldn't be happening…
They were dying, and they were losing an endless war against Fen'harel… Solas. It's been a long two decade war, and they were at their limit. They couldn't go on anymore and the resistance was dying since Solas had recruited spirits and demons alike. Even Cole could not escape from his binding. Solas was very much like Corypheus now. All he cared about was tearing down the veil and when Damien and his forces stood up against that, it was chaos then. The wolf had gone mad.
The wolf was no longer a rebel with a noble cause.
Damien waited it out, crumpling his right fist. Open. Close. Open. Close. Itching to fight-itching to burn something but he knew he couldn't go and join his few friends in the fight. He was their only last chance of getting things back the way they were.
The closed temple started to shake violently and they could hear the violent horde of enemies coming down.
Had Cullen fall? Did Cassandra die as well?
Maker have mercy...
"It's working!" Dagna suddenly shouted as the amulet glowed brightly in an unstable way.
POUND! POUND!
The doors were being slammed repeatedly, and the Architect moved up, holding up his pale-grey hands to the door. He chanted and enhanced the shield on it. It won't last long but long enough for Dagna to open the portal.
The arcanist hurried over, placing the amulet on the elven podium. A light shot out from it and into the center of the lower level, circular floor.
A portal began to open-a swirling blinding light hovered in mid air, getting wider and taller than a door. This was it. This was the Inquisitor's way out of going back into the past. This has to be done.
The doors flew open, breaking the Architect's force field, and Solas stepped in with his demonic and spiritual soldiers. Grey mist and smoke covered him. The elves that had followed him long ago have long been wiped out since they started to disagree of him destroying the veil. Now he only had spirits and demons as friends. He looked at Damien with fury in his eyes and a snarl curled his lips.
"NO!" His voice echoed and bellowed.
Then Dagna yelled. "Go, Inquisitor!"
Damien looked back once before he ran into the portal. Light filled him and embraced him. He turned his back just in time to see Dagna running to the amulet while the demons behind her were leaping to attack her. She grabbed it and then she disappeared before him.
Sadness swelled within him when he saw her gone. He knew she was dead now. The Architect too...
Cassandra... Cullen...
Sera, Blackwall, Varric...
Leliana, Josephine, Vivienne...
Iron Bull, Krem and the rest of the Chargers...
Cole... Dorian...
Oh Maker, Dorian...
Let this work...
The light began to burn him and spun him in a strange invisible spiral. He felt like he was endlessly falling into a whirlpool of madness yet there was nothing but light. He didn't know how long this had gone on. He knew his eyes would open and close, and felt like time had passed...
Or did time rewind?
The light ended and darkness took over his vision. Again, it felt so long for him to be awake, but when he finally did, he found himself in that familiar Haven cellar where he was held as a prisoner.
So Alexius was right. They can never go back in time before the Conclave would explode. It was destined.
But this is where he could change his fate.
The guards aimed their blades at him and the mark was flaring, hurting him, then in came Cassandra and Leliana walking in like the own the place. They did own the place... They will own the place. The Inquisition that is.
Cassandra-a younger version of her-sauntered over to him. She leaned in to his ear and asked, "Tell me why we shouldn't kill you right now."
Damien almost smiled... He can work with this.
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Notes: I have read this fic somewhere that also sent the Inquisitor back in time to make his own decisions, and I decided I would try the same. Only this time, it will be completely different from the canon-plot. He will not follow the same path, and you will see why that is.
As for the title, I didn't know what title to give it but then I saw Untitled... and I'm like, you know what? Sure. The Untitled.
Comments and criticisms are always welcomed.