A/N

This is an Inquisition fan fiction. However, I put the Inquisitor and the person with the mark on her hand as two different people. It just worked out that way in my head, and I liked where it went. Clearly I changed a lot of the details, but that's why it's my fan fiction.

Anyhow, I hope you like it! And please feel free to review and message me! Enjoy J

Prologue:

"Mark, please don't let them take me!" Karla screamed for dear life. Men had come for her, but she didn't know why.

He reached for her, he tried so hard to get a hold of her hand one last time. "Let her go! You have no right!" There was no use he couldn't fight them; he couldn't save her. "I will find you, Karla; I swear it!" As her screams got farther away, he could've sworn that he saw something glowing in the distance by Karla. Then, everything went black.

Chapter 1: 2 years later

"Inquisitor, the people are rioting; they want your head." Mark's advisor, Josephine said to him.

He sat down on his throne in the Skyhold castle. "What is it now, Josephine? What can they possibly have to complain about?" This had been going on for months. The demon invasion was getting worse each day. The Inquisition was doing it's best to protect the people but there is only so much that could be done. More and more rifts were opening in the sky.

"The demons are venturing closer and there's not a damn thing we can do to delay it anymore than we already have. That is what the people have to complain about Inquisitor! We offer them protection and now we cannot even keep our promises," Cullen, one of the other advisors said angrily.

A woman stood beside Mark's throne. "Perhaps you and I should retire to the bedroom, and let all of this escape your mind."

Mark grabbed her hand and smiled kindly at her. "Not now, Harriett. Cullen is right. We need to find a solution for this. People will keep dying unless we something."

"But there's nothing more you can do," Harriett pouted. "So, shall we go to bed, darling?"

Josephine rolled her eyes at the immature girl. It was nearly impossible to talk to the leader with her always creeping up to his side. "Forgive me, Inquisitor, but I'm not sure what else we can do to protect them. We have sent all of the soldiers we could afford to protect the cities and farms. We have attempted to make alliances, but no other countries want to focus on Ferelden; they are focusing on themselves."

Mark looked across the giant room at the wooden door. "So, there is no hope then?"

"I wouldn't say that quite yet." Leliana emerged from the war room with a piece of paper in her hand. "It appears we may have a chance of ending this after all, if what my source says is true." She handed the piece of paper to the Inquisitor and smiled.

He looked at it carefully.

My Dearest, Leliana

I am writing to you despite my master's orders.
I understand your quest to stop the breach, though
before I may have seen it as an impossible hope, I
no longer think that is so.
I have heard reports of a girl with a mark on her
hand that can close the smaller rifts in the sky
permanently. You can find her in the Hinterlands.
Do with this what you must.

Sincerely,
Agent X

"Could this possibly be true? A woman who can stop the rifts?" Mark handed the letter to Josephine.

"There is only one way to find out." She started for the stairs. "I will make arrangements while you head for the Hinterlands. We mustn't miss out on this."

Josephine nodded her head. "Chances are if we know about this, there will be others that will be after her as well. We need to get to her first."

Mark stood up from his throne and walked towards the front door. "I will bring Solus, Bull, and Varric. We leave now."

"Darling, couldn't you wait until morning at least?" Harriett grabbed a hold of his arm seductively. "I've been looking forward to tonight all day." She swirled her finger over his muscular bicep.

He gently pushed her away. "We are talking about the fate of the world. I mustn't delay this. I will see you when I get back." He gave her a peck on the lips and walked away from her.

"Do we have to keep going, boss? Can't we take a small break? We've been searching for the girl for hours." The qunari had his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging on the ground. They had been searching all through the night, and the sunlight had finally come out.

"I would have to agree with him. My legs are a little smaller than yours, and I don't how much longer I will be able to keep up," Varric complained.

Mark stared into the distance and saw a small figure moving. "Wait, that might be her."

Varric sighed. "Could we be sure this time? I think we freak the women out when we run up to them saying, 'show me your hand!' It tends to sound kind of creepy."

They were closer to the girl now and could see that her back was turned to them. She was wearing all black and had small scars on the back of her shoulders that were almost covered by her red hair. She was wielding two blades that looked to be of fine metal.

Suddenly, she went still and stood straight. "Haven't you ever heard that it's rude to stare at someone?" She slowly turned around.

Mark froze immediately. "How is that possible?!"

The girl laughed to hide her own shock. "Well, of all the things I expected to see today, you were last on my list."

"Karla? Is that you?"