Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Dragon Age (though I do have them). This story was inspired by the marvelous hellz swordsman and his/her story Harry Potter and the whole new world. Major Props to the master mind.

In a hut deep within a forested area known as the Korcari Wilds, a child was born. The child's mother was a raven haired, golden eyed woman by the name of Morrigan; lay exhausted on the bed having only just recently given birth to her daughter. As her mother, Flemmeth, approached her caring the infant in her arms, she noticed a strange look on her face.

"What is it, Mother?" Morgan asked concerned.

"See for yourself," Flemmeth replied.

Morrigan took her daughter in her arms and began to examine her. She had a tuft of deep red hair on her head and all her fingers and toes. 'Twould seem nothing is a miss, Morrigan thought until she noticed the child's ears.

"She is elvhen?" She said in shock.

"Yes and with very strong magic. She might even become dreamer," Flemmeth informed her daughter. "But enough of that, what is to be her name?"

Morrigan looked down at her child, who at some point had opened her eyes. Her daughter's eyes were emerald green ringed with gold around the outer edge.

"Saoirse. Her name is Saoirse," Morrigan answered. Flemmeth nodded and left the hut. No doubt to observe her quarry whoever they may be, Morrigan thought with a sigh. She laid her daughter in the small cradle beside the bed.

"Goodnight, my little nightingale," She spoke softly as she laid down and soon fell asleep never knowing that her daughter and her memory would soon be taken by a foolish and misguided old man.