This was written because someone has nothing else to do at home, that someone being me. This'll probably be a short story only, with maybe about a thousand words per chapter...but really, it all mostly depends on if I get enough ideas to power this story.

Time to put a twist in the typical reincarnation plot bunny, yeah?


Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age! I only own this story and my little female vanguard~


/Chapter 1\

Reincarnation sucks.

I mean, if I probably didn't get reborn like this, it might be fine for me.

But this? This is just...ugh. It feels so, so, so very very wrong.

It was already one thing to get reborn in a different world, said world being the Dragon Age world, but it was another to be reborn as a Hurlock Vanguard in the same world. I probably earned an achievement being the first female Vanguard to be popped out of the broodmother.

Speaking of broodmothers, I have every intention of grossing you out with the details of my birth as a vanguard. I remember in a previous life that my brothers were arguing about just how exactly the broodmother gives birth to little baby hurlocks. First of all, the hurlocks and genlocks are born adult, rotting skin and all. The Emissaries are the one to put on the hurlocks' armor and pretty much just makes them grab whatever weapon you can see in the pile. The weapons themselves vary in quality and quantity, as if the ummmm, 'on-duty' hurlocks get them from corpses and throw them in the mockery of an 'armory' that we have.

As for how we are born, we pretty much pop out the fleshy sacs when we're ready. If you've played the game, you would remember that there was a sort of flesh-like cavern where the broodmother was. The sacs are attached to the hundreds of tentacles that run under the flesh-like cavern, like a pipe, then the sacs itself attaches to the walls like a giant poppable blister. The tentacles are comparable to an umbilical cord that attaches the sac to the broodmother, now that I think about it. Once the hurlock or genlock pops out of the sac, the sac itself shrinks and rots. Disgusting isn't it?

There is a cycle in the breeding too. Hurlocks and genlocks bring women to feed them the same thing the broodmother uses to make hurlock-babies which in turn, turns them into broodmothers. Some of the men are taken and forced to enter a sac, while others are eaten by the broodmother, if not killed by the hurlocks and genlocks on the way. If the men survive being in the sac, they get turned into Vanguards. If not, well, they're dead by that time anyway.

If you're wondering how I can be like this even as I watch men and women turn into monsters...well, I don't really know. I mean, I get that I was reborn in this world, but the surroundings, the sounds, the graphics, per se, are exactly as it is in the game. The physics in this world are very different than the ones from Earth. Not to mention magic. I definitely believe in magic now. I guess, I've sort of accepted it somehow. After spending a decade underground, I've become numb to the game-ish blood and gore happening in it. And after being reborn in this world, I've also noticed that all of my negative emotions were amplified. Exponentially. Like, take humanity's general 'ewww-get-the-fuck-away-inferior-beings' attitude to the elves and multiply it by eternity. It won't even be close.

That, and the Archdemon keeps me on a very tight leash. When I've been born, I've been noticeably different. I still had distinct feminine features, my face wasn't affected though the rest of my skull was. My hair was replaced by spikes and four horns, two facing front and two facing back. My skin was not really rotting, but it was hardened and smooth as leather. I could probably withstand maybe three or four ogre hits, max. There were spikes growing out of my collar bone, the back of my elbow joint, the side of my hips and on my knees. My spine was lined with tiny spikes, almost reminiscent of the Archdemon's back. I also had bone tentacle things growing out of my lower back. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on which side you were), I absolutely had no skill in fighting. The best I can do was deflect arrows and dodge spells, maybe throw in a few kicks in there.

Now that I think about it, I kind of look like Sarah Kerrigan from Starcraft. Only I was much more disgusting and had horns. Apparently, this was because instead of the broodmother fluid that turns people into hurlocks, the fluid, or whatever was used on the others, whatever was used on me was from the Archdemon itself.

I mean, oh my god, I had a dragon for a dad and a disgusting cannibal mutated fat mother.

I was the only one of my kind though apparently there was another who had undergone the same thing I did and didn't survive. In the end, the only thing that I carried over from my past life were my memories of the game series and my penchant for acting. I absolutely loved playing with the Generals when they were sent to look for me, over and over and over again.

There was a tiny bit weird thing though. Remember how the Archdemon controls the darkspawn, like a queen and its hive? Before I came, the only thing barking orders was the Archdemon and there was no one to say no to him because the rest of the darkspawn were literally just mindless savages hell-bent on following the Archdemon's orders.

But even with the great physical strength the Archdemon had, all it knew was to defeat and dominate. Defeat and dominate, defeat and dominate, the same cycle over and over again. It had logic, it had reason, though it was severely dull in the mind and in thinking for itself. At best, the Archdemon was nothing more than a very powerful savage beast influenced heavily by dark ancient magic.

When I arrived though, and joined the mind hive the Archdemon had, it somehow developed a few curious...traits, for lack of better word. It began thinking, developing and efficiently becoming more ruthless in the progress. Apparently, while it was the Archdemon only doing the mind-influencing back then, now it was being influenced little by little by my own mind.

Well, wow huh?

Makes me wonder just how much I messed up the Blight in this universe.


Because the weirdest of things appear in my mind. Anyone want me to continue this? This is just a sort of test chapter anyway...