In Your Heart Shall Burn

by theoneinquisitor

Clarke Griffin was never meant to be at the conclave, but next thing she knows she's leading an Inquisition to stop demons, rogue warriors, and a corrupt society. It's a lot to handle for a young mage, but she doesn't have to do it alone. Based off Dragon Age: Inquisition. There will be Bellarke, action, dragons, magic. It could be epic. Rating T, will change to M.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the 100 characters/plot lines/the show itself. I also am in now way associated with Dragon Age:Inquisition and any plot lines and quotes used belong solely to them. No copyright is intended.

PROLOGUE

Man is created

And no longer was it formless, ever-changing,

But held fast, immutable,

With Words for heaven and for earth, sea and sky.

At last did the Maker

From the living world

Make men. Immutable, as the substance of the earth,

With souls made of dream and idea, hope and fear,

Endless possibilities.

Then the Maker said:

"To you, My second-born, I grant this gift:

In your heart shall burn

An unquenchable flame

All-consuming, and never satisfied.

From the Fade I crafted you,

And to the Fade you shall return

Each night in dreams

That you may always remember Me."

-Threnodies 5:1-5:8

War has raged for far too long in their world. If not demons crawling from the dirt to wreak havoc on each citizen, the citizens turn on themselves. She has had enough. The Maker, the one who made them all as peaceful replications of His own self is crying in the Heavens watching his children fight amongst one another. The leader before her, the Divine as they are called, did nothing but hide in her temple and pray for an end. Praying is for comfort, she believes, and The Maker hears them but they can only be answered through action.

She has called a conclave at the most sacred of temple to bring order and peace back to the people. Enough blood has been spilled in the years since the fighting broke out. Entire communities, circles killed out of fear and perceived duty. Leaders, the ones who were supposed to remain pure and wise, were corrupted, hierarchies were demolished in their wake. This is not how she wanted it. This is not how The Maker wanted it.

She called upon the Templars, the saviors and holy warriors of the people. They were always meant to keep watch over the magical ones, to protect them from the outside world and the outside world from them. Somewhere, their duties changed. They did not protect them but slaughtered them instead. She called upon the magical ones, the mages, who were left. The people are afraid of them, afraid of what they can do. She believes that The Maker would not have blessed those with their power unless it was meant for good. But the people do not like what they do not know.

Yes, this war between them has gone on long enough. She is ready to make peace however she can. She is The Divine, she can do anything through The Maker who strengthens her. But she does not get the chance.

Before she can go before the congregation, she is taken. She finds herself kneeling before a false god with glowing red eyes, eyes of a demon itself. It used to be human, a man no different that the others. But now, who is he? What is he? The demon speaks. She must be sacrificed. She will die a martyr for her Maker. She is not afraid. He holds an orb in his hand, a smile present on his deformed face. His skin is rotting as though he were a corpse ten years disposed, but he is very much alive. She has seen demons in her dreams, slayed them countless times, but this one is unfamiliar. This one is real.

She imagines meeting the Maker and awaits the moment of her death. It never comes. She hears a scuffle and a loud thump as the orb hits the ground. It rolls towards her and she reaches for it. Another hand grabs it instead, but it is not the rotted hand of her assassin. She looks into the eyes of a girl, blue and bright. There is a flash. She cannot make out what is happening, but she is no longer in the room. She is lying in dirt, staring up at a black sky. She sits up. She knows this place: the veins of lyrium at every corner, the rolling hills and rocks. She is in the Fade, but not alone.

There the girl with the bright eyes; she is young and vibrant. The girl believes they are dead but The Divine reassures her. They could not be dead, for if they were, they would not have their bodies. They have been physically moved into the Fade, something rare. The Divine learns her name and learns she is a mage. So she is very familiar with The Fade. They wander. They look for a way out.

When they come across another demon she knows only one will make it out. The choice is easy. She tells the girl, so young and sweet, to go. She calls her name, gives her one remaining look before she is called home to her one and only, the Maker himself. She will spread her wings and fly.

Notes:

Hello, future friends. I am not new to the world of fanfiction, but I am making a very long awaited return. It has been a while since I found something that has sparked my interest to write in FF, but I recently finished my first playthrough of Dragon Age: Inquisition and have just binge watched The 100. Thus comes this attempt at a comprehensible yet complicated story.

For those of you unfamiliar with Dragon Age, they are RPGs and very complicated at that. I would be crazy to try to make this a crossover, especially since there are 3 games worth of story and a lot of lore that goes with it. No, instead I will say that this is a 100/Bellarke story based loosely on the plot of Dragon Age: Inquisition (loosely means I reserve the right to change things). I will use the most basic lore from Dragon Age (no dwarves, elves, or Qunari for those who know the game, I'm sorry) to keep this as comprehensive as possible. I may borrow characters at some point and I will definitely borrow quotes because DA:I has some of the best dialogue and sayings.

This is an AU. The universe is, for lack of better word, medieval or Game of Thrones-ish (minus the dark themes). Magic is involved. There will probably be dragons. It's gonna be epic. But most of all, Bellarke romance and angsty goodness. I do hope you enjoy.

Notes on Language:

The Maker is the equivalent of the Christian God. The Divine is similar to a Pope, but with a lot more involvement in politics. Chantry - the church as a whole, essentially. While this seems like it will be very religious based, it is not.

The Fade → where spirits who have left a body go after death; mentally when they dream, and where mages pull their magic abilities from. It is also where demons reside and manifest themselves (demons are named after seven deadly sins that tempt all people).

Mage: A class in which the person can interact, control, and shape magic. A very feared group by others, under the watch of the templars and Chantry alike. Second-class citizens.

Templar: Warrior class; Holy warriors who are under the direct supervision of the Chantry and keep watch over Mages as well as hunt rogue Mages.

The Circle: Where Mages grow up and learn how to control their magic. They are usually towers in which all mages are born and die under the watch of the Templars and Chantry.

Apostate: Rogue mages; mages who leave The Circle and live in the outside world. Are seen as criminals and hunted by Templars and killed because they are dangerous.