So, this is my first time publishing a story here on FanFiction so I'm not entirely used to this website yet. I'm primarily uncertain as to how to add author notes properly so I'm going to do it like this.

Anyways this is a crossover between Dragon Age: Inquisition and a choose your own adventure story known as "Fallen Hero: Rebirth". You can get Fallen Hero on Steam or the App store on your phone, I recommend that you give it a try unless you don't care for spoilers since there are most certainly going to be spoilers in this story. I'm currently in love with "Fallen Hero: Rebirth" and this crossover came to mind. This first chapter is going to be short so bear with me.

I will add a few of my own flares to the story and slight tweaking of events (Such as the mage Trevelyan character going to join the rebels and staying in RedCliffe instead), but anyways enjoy!

Vertigo, breathlessness, a moment of lost gravity. That was what Morgan was currently feeling as they tumbled through the endless dark abyss that threatened to swallow them whole. Faces flashed by, familiar areas came to the fore front of their mind, shared words and experiences between the people they knew, and the hardship they all had to face together. They forced the memories down, knowing that this wasn't the time for them, rather it was the time for concentration until they felt their body hit the ground stomach first. The hard impact knocked the air out of their lungs momentarily and they groaned in pain as they placed their palms against the dirt in order to pick themselves up. That's when they briefly froze as the detail clicked in their mind;

Dirt and grass, not pavement.

It was then that their mind picked up the sharp stab of fright and they narrowly dodged the fireball that singed the ground they were just on moments ago. As they swiftly got to their feet their mind paused once more; hang on a moment, a fireball? What the-

"Damn mage!" Again Morgan dodged the next incoming attack which so happened to be the blade of a sword.

Not time to think, only to act. Their dodge had positioned them on the outside of the limb and they were swift to grab the arm that held the sword and pull the man forward to have his face crack against their elbow, feeling and hearing bone breaking beneath the strike. The blow sent the man staggering back as he pawed at his broken nose momentarily before anger flashed in his eyes and he went to attack Morgan once more who was prepared to fight back. Before he got close enough for Morgan to strike however another fireball struck him dead center in the chest and sent him flying backwards, hitting and skidding across the ground before going limp. Whether he was alive or dead was hardly Morgan's concern as they were swift to spin around to see who the second party was.

Before them stood a woman with platinum blonde hair tied into a ponytail and hazel eyes that were accented by fair skin and a black tattoo that curled under her left eye, accompanied by a smaller design above the tip of her eyebrow and close to the bridge of her nose. She wore a dark red tunic that had silver accents and had two dark brown pouches that were tied around her waist, the pouches tied above the dark grey vest that had metal clasps and dipped into petal like shapes in the front and back and stopped just above her knees. She had dark brown leggings with leather black boots, a hooded black overcoat that reached the middle of her lower legs that retained a similar petal-like shape at the bottom and was lined with grey fur on the inside, metal gauntlets with semi-sharp fingertips, and a bag draped over her shoulder. She looked like one of those mages that came from video games and fantasy stories, which further confused Morgan.

The woman raised her hands in a non-threatening gesture, a finely crafted staff with a curved sickle blade at the top and a smaller blade on the bottom held firmly in her left hand "I didn't mean to attack you earlier, you just frightened me is all." She said with a slight English accent "I'm sorry about that, I was only acting out of instinct after you dropped out of Maker knows where."

Morgan shook their head as they got out of their offensive stance "It's fine, I don't blame you for that, but who are you?" They asked with a slight tilt of their head and caution in their green eyes, allowing the woman to approach them.

"My name is Verna, if you don't mind I have a few questions for you once we-" She stopped and Morgan didn't need a moment to register that reinforcements were coming.

"Lets go!" Verna hissed as she grabbed Morgan by the wrist, throwing up an ice wall between them and the approaching enemies before swiftly fleeing with them in tow.

Morgan could feel how her hand slightly quivered, and when they took a moment to look carefully at her body language they could see the fatigue that she was trying to mask.

'Low on magic, can't risk using what's left of my reserves unless I want to threaten my own life. Won't do either of us any good.' Those were the surface thoughts that Morgan picked up on.

The two slowed down eventually once they were certain that they were no longer being pursued and they could take a moment to catch their breath "Damn those Templars, doesn't matter who they kill anymore." Verna growled quietly under her breath as she ran a hand across her hair.

She then looked back to Morgan "I wasn't able to get your name, who are you? And… where exactly did you come from?"

Morgan sighed at the expected questions and rubbed their face "It's Morgan Rivers, and I doubt telling you about where I came from will make the situation any less confusing. To be honest I have no idea what's happening."

"Well, that makes two of us." Verna nodded at Morgan "Lets just head back to RedCliffe for now and figure out this mess there. It's safer being there than out here now a days." She paused briefly before quickly adding "It's a town that isn't too far from here."

Morgan simply made a head gesture that said 'lead the way' to which Verna did just that. As Morgan silently traveled alongside Verna they couldn't stop the passing thought as they tried to tie together their scrambled mind:

'Christ, this day just got messy.'