A/N soooo i randomly started writing this after a dream that i had and thought i would share it. comments questions and concerns :)

Dreaming of reality chapter 1

Lealia nocked the arrow and set up her aim. Content with her alignment she let the arrow fly, hitting the bulls eye directly in its bright red center.

She smiled in satisfaction.

"You're too good, you know that."

Turning she found a beautiful blue eyed angel looking down at her.

She laughed. "Even it were that true, what good is archery in this day and age, Damen? What am I going to do? Take out a car?"

He laughed. "Yes, right. Perhaps your better suited to love among dragons and nobles." He wrapped his arms around her.

"If only." She turned to the side and kissed his cheeks. "Now I have to make a phone call." Slipping out of his arms, she stepped inside, the sun setting behind her.

"We can't Ms. Hawke."

"But how am I supposed to get it to her otherwise?"

"I apologize, but we can't help." There was a click on the other side and then the line rang dead.

"Bastards." She clicked the line and threw the phone on the bed. For the last hour she had been on the phone trying to find a way to send the photography supplies to her sister overseas but to no avail. She would just have to wait till Bethany sent her next letter.

She rubbed her temples in frustration. All this bullshit was giving her a headache. Venturing to the bathroom, she flipped through the medicine cabinet and found the Ibuprofen. Popping two pills she drank some water some water and climbed into the bed beside Damen. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was an impossibly white light, blinding her as she closed her eyes.

Her head was throbbing still, but not nearly as bad as before. Turning her head slowly she felt the sand crunch underneath her body.

Then it hit her.

Sand?

Where was she?

Slowly her eyes began to open and a familiar face filled her vision. "Damen?"

The figure laughed. "My you must have hit your head harder than I thought."

She open her eyes full and almost jumped back in surprise. The man that stood over her did resemble her fiancé but not as much as she thought. His eyes and face were the same but his hair was longer and his accent thicker. He stared at her with fear in his eyes. "Are you well, Hawke? That was quite a nasty fall."

"Fall?" her voice shocked her. She was scared. Looking around she realized she had no clue where she was. San was everywhere. Hills and rock formations stacked up on top of each other and she could hear waves crashing in the distance.

"Perhaps I should take you to Anders…" the man reached out toward her but she quickly stood up and backed away, her heart racing with fear.

"Don't touch me!" she held out her hands and backed away not wanting the stranger to get any closer. She had to find Damen or Bethany or … anyone. She needed some familiar form… something anything.

She backed up further as the man stood to his full height, confusion set on his features. His white… was that armor?

Whatever it may be shined the sun blinding her as she stepped further back. She couldn't stop herself. She felt the rock before her heel fully touched it. The awkward footing made her loose balance and she crashed to the floor again. She felt his arms around her before she hit the ground but saw nothing but the inside of her eyes.