Tales of an Unlikely Mage

by CrimsonLance50

An eighteen year old high school graduate gets dropped in Thedas out of the Fade. Wakes up to find that he's a mage. Follow him as he tries to survive in a hostile world that hates him for what he is while he works to gain control of his newfound abilities. Partial SI. Eventual pairings. DA2 with mention of Origins. Rating for language and violence.

1. Chapter 1

ToUM - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age. I only own my OC. I'm just letting him play around with Bioware's world.

A/N at the end

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"Quiet, he's waking up."

A vague sense of consciousness starts to return to me. A deep masculine voice barely registers in my groggy mind as having just spoken.

"Are you sure it's a he? He just appeared through that crazy vortex...thing." Another voice speaks up. This one is also male but it seems more aggressive. Angry almost.

"It wasn't just a vortex. That was a tear in the Veil." A third voice. Sweet and smooth despite the undercurrent of worry laced in it and undoubtedly female.

Something tickles the back of my memory at the mention of the Veil. As if I know it from somewhere but I can't quite place it.

"The Veil? Are you positive, sister?" The first voice speaks up again, this time with no small amount of alarm.

My head has cleared enough to detect a light accent coming from all of the speakers. If I wasn't mistaken, it could almost be British. Or Australian. They always sounded pretty similar to me. Regardless, considering I'm not from England or Australia and have never been to either place in my life, something out of the ordinary must be going on. I'm a bit confused and disoriented at the moment, and that's causing my thoughts to be rather jumbled. It isn't very pleasant. However, despite my present condition, I do notice that the owners of those voices mention the "Veil" again with worry and a great deal of concern. I don't like it. Their worry is starting to make me worry.

"Yes brother, the Veil is weak here," says the female voice with a minor tremble. "There is little else that feels so...odd."

"Odd?" Responds the first voice inquisitively to whom I presume is his sister.

"It's hard to explain. I can just feel the wrong." The sister's voice still trembles a bit but is gaining solidity. She sounds like whatever it was she felt shook her up some. It seems to have passed but the distress is still evident in her voice.

"How wrong are we talking here?" The first voice asks with concern and what sounds like outright curiosity. He must not be able to feel whatever it is his sister was talking about but he seems interested in it for some reason I can't quite place at the moment. Damn, my head hurts.

"Are you two daft?" Oh. The angry second voice is back. It's still angry.

"Why are we sitting here talking about it?" Angry Voice says indignantly. "Whatever this thing is it came through the bloody Veil which leads to the Fade. You know, the dream land of magic and demons that like to possess people and destroy everything in their path? Sound familiar?" The voice pauses briefly as if to let that notion sink in. I can't speak for the two siblings but something starts to trickle into my thoughts at his words. "Nothing good ever comes from dealing with strange magic and you know it."

Alarm bells are getting louder in my rapidly clearing head. The Fade. Magic. Demons. I recognize this. I just can't place it completely through the grogginess clouding my thoughts. Almost like the last vestiges of a half remembered dream that cling to you as you start to wake up. Come to mention it, the voices are starting to sound familiar as well. Thinking about it hurts, though. Like a thick layer of static over the surface of my mind. Also, the static has needles. Needles that are trying to burrow their way into my skull. Violently.

"Carver!" The first voice is angry now. The name Carver definitely prickles at the edge of my mind, driving those static-y needles deeper into my skull. If only my head would stop spinning, I could think clearly and figure out what it's supposed to mean.

"Come off it Brother, you know I'm right." Angry Voice - or I guess, Carver - replies as angrily as ever. He clearly isn't happy. But then again, he has been angry the entire time. It's the first voice that changed tone, not Angry Carver. Meanwhile, it would seem that I'm dealing with a trio of siblings...another clue I think. My throbbing head simply won't let me think harder on it.

"No actually, I don't." The first voice snaps out. "How could you say that with Bethany standing right there? Your own sister!"

The first voice is really mad now. But wait...Bethany? Carver? My head isn't throbbing quite as much as it was and I can start to think a little more coherently. The static is still there but the needles are gone and I can start to make a few of the connections that have been eluding me. Mixed with the talk of demons and the Fade I believe that I'm starting to figure out where I am. Though I am beyond baffled as to how I would have got here. Not to mention that what I'm thinking is completely impossible.

"It's alright Brother..."

Bethany this time, sounding rather sad. For some reason the sound of her despondent voice makes me upset. Not metaphorically, but it literally causes a wave of discomfort to wash over me. The mental confusion mixed with the physical discomfort throws me for a loop and my headache ratchets up in its intensity. Damn it.

"No it's not, Bethany." The first voice rants on, "He's always going on about how magic is a blight upon our family. Even if neither of us have it, it is in our blood. It is a part of us, and more importantly, our sister. Your bloody twin at that Carver!"

A small silence passes. I take this moment to finally try to open my eyes. Maybe this is all just some crazy dream-sequence or something. It honestly wouldn't be the first time. With less effort than I expected, my eyes open and I'm momentarily blinded by the intensity of the sun. Brilliant white and yellow spots pop and flash before me and for a surreal moment, everything seems to be one giant blur.

"Brother, stop." Bethany's voice breaks the silence first though I can't really see her. She sounds utterly miserable and that brings back that strange feeling. My head only throbs once this time before receding to the more tolerable level it had receded to. Still hurts like a bitch though.

"No Bethany, let oh-so-mighty Garrett say what's really on his mind." Carver's voice is really pissed off now and it shows in his tone. "It's about time that we got this cleared up."

My eyes finally decide to clear a bit and I begin to see three slightly more distinguishable blurs among the rest. They're human in shape, two male and one female I think, and are standing a fair distance away from wherever it is I am. Another half second passes and my eyesight is restored causing all three to become sharp and clear. I wrinkle my brow in confusion, not quite comprehending what I'm seeing.

Standing right above me was three people who vaguely appeared to be what I think are the Hawke siblings from Dragon Age 2. I'm not sure if it's my admitted slight obsession with the game series talking, or if I'm looking at some very impressive cosplay, but that is the first and most immediate thought that comes to mind when I see these three people.

"Carver's" face was clean and unblemished with the stress lines and premature wrinkles I remember him having in the game nowhere to be found here. I can see hints of them through his current scowl...and from what I remember, Carver scowls a lot. It's a nice touch. He's dressed in the exact same yellow sleeveless vest-thing and leather pants tucked into durable looking boots.

My brow furrows a bit more at that detail. I look him over again and notice that all of his clothing seemed both durable and well worn. It's not the flimsy and cheap type of fabric that one usually finds in a costume, but real leather and thick cloth. This guy is either a tailor or really dedicated to his cosplaying.

Either way, "Carver" cut an impressive figure. He's tall and fairly strong if the exposed and well-defined biceps were anything to go on. He carries the muscle well and has the character's mannerisms down if that ever present scowl and the aggressive stance he's currently taking is any indication. Wait, he even has a greatsword on his back? Damn. Looking closer, he indeed does have a great hulking monstrosity of a sword strapped crudely to his back. The metal even glints a bit in the glare of the sun. Nice.

Wait...what?

Looking again, I can tell without a doubt that the sword is pure metal. It's a simple enough looking blade, if overly large. But upon closer inspection, it's clearly got some heft to it and the glint of sun on metal catches my eye and makes me look more closely. It looks heavy, especially at the hilt, and I can see the strain it's putting on the strange mass of leather straps holding it up.

All things considered, I can tell that "Carver's" blade definitely isn't a prop. It's a real fucking sword and seeing it immediately puts me on edge. Cosplay or not, the man is walking around with a real live weapon on his back. How can he even carry that thing around like that? That has to be against a law or something.

Warily shaking my head at that sword, I turn to look at who must be Bethany. I blink. Then I look again. Damn. Whoever she is, she's definitely a looker. I also have to suppress a wince. My head still hurts and it chose that particular moment to spike. Much like Carver, "Bethany" was dressed in the exact same outfit that I remember from the game. Like Carver's attire, I can see that it was put together exceptionally well. Strong looking material and thick stitches made her clothing look more real than what I've seen in most costumes. I am in no way an expert on fashion or fabric, but I can definitely recognize quality when I see it. It's really rather impressive.

Actually, now that I really look at it, I think she isn't quite wearing the same outfit I remember. The light chainmail around her ribs and parts of her arms that I have a vague memory of were gone. Instead, there is a dark bluish cloth in its place. Makes sense, I guess. The outfit is probably lighter, cheaper and less restrictive without that particular layer. Everything else, though, is about what I remembered from the long, hanging blouse and the numerous pockets and pouches on a worn looking leather belt, to the odd cleavage exposing neckline that is saved from being indecent by the little red scarf that covers the bottom of her neck and the top of her breasts...it's all there.

Her black hair is about what I remember and it frames her slightly rounded face with a few strands falling into it here and there. I'm not sure if it's her or a part of the getup, but she has something of a youthful vitality about her that suits her well and makes it kinda hard for me to look away. She's utterly gorgeous and clearly would be even if she weren't dressed as Bethany Hawke.

Wrenching my attention away from her face, I notice a long length of polished wood in her hand hanging loosely at her side. It was rather nondescript and could quite easily pass as a large walking stick had I not known that the Bethany from the game was a mage and carried a staff.

She was standing there almost shyly, as if she didn't want to be noticed. Standing next to her "brothers," everything about her seems to be attempting to come off as somewhat understated. Slightly slouched posture, arms kept close to her body trying to take up as little space as possible...she does not want to be noticed by anyone, it would seem. It makes sense. An apostate mage really wouldn't want to be noticed, I guess, hence the shy behavior. Nice job by the cosplayer. She knows her character well.

Though if she were actually an apostate, it would probably be rather unfortunate. Her looks alone would more than likely draw considerable attention regardless of how she carries herself. I don't want to sound weird or anything, but even with the sad and long suffering look on her face from her brothers' squabbling "Bethany" was absolutely beautiful.

Whoever these guys are, they did a damn good job of looking and acting like what I remember from the game. There are a few noticeable differences, however. Carver and Bethany looked pretty young and if I were to guess, I'd put them around my own age of about eighteen. They must've gone nuts with makeup to get their faces right though. Even though they're younger than the characters appeared to be, they still read completely as Carver and Bethany Hawke. That doesn't matter as I think that it enhances the overall effect. Especially for Bethany but that might just be a bias due to my appreciation of her appearance. I just wish I could do something to stop her from looking so goddamn sad. Her constant frowning is making me strangely uncomfortable, which is messing with my headache.

Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away from the woman dressed as Bethany and focus on the third member of the group in front of me. This, I assume is meant to be the Champion of Kirkwall.

The guy who's supposed to be Hawke - because it certainly was a man standing there - looked pretty nondescript to tell the truth. I don't really know how exactly I'd describe him. Hawke is essentially a blank slate so he could be anyone and it looks like this cosplayer took that idea to heart.

His face shows youth, but not to the same extent as "Carver" of "Bethany." If I were to guess, he's a few years older than them but still in his young adult years. His black hair is cut short and looks a little windswept but not unpleasantly so. A relatively small beard adorns his face, too long to be considered stubble, yet too short to be that pointed monstrosity the game's default model had.

It's all underneath strangely bright amber eyes that are currently narrowed due to his confrontation with his "brother," with whom a noticeable resemblance can certainly be seen. If I were a betting man, I'd say that the two actually were brothers.

As a side note, neither Hawke's hair nor beard appear to be wigs or pasted on. It all appears completely natural, causing my respect for the man to rise. Anyone with such impressive facial hair gets a mental round of applause from me since I can't grow a beard to save my life. I tend to try and live vicariously through the facial hair of others, but I digress.

Physically, "Hawke" is fairly tall and appears strong, much like the guy dressed as Carver, but he is definitely the smaller of the two. If I were to guess, it seems like Hawke is a few inches shorter than Carver. It also looks as if he does not seem to possess the same bulging muscles as his "brother." His arms are exposed since he's wearing what looks like a dark red version of Carver's attire. Even at a cursory glance, Hawke's arms are noticeably smaller than Carver's. They're corded with a highly defined musculature that's compact and looks able to spring into action at a moment's notice, but Carver could probably toss my not-exactly-petite frame around without much effort. At the very least, Hawke would probably have to put his back into it.

Hawke has a blade too. I can see that it isn't massive as all hell like Carver's, but I can't really make out more than a single hilt peeking over his shoulder from the way he's standing. I can rule out the fact that it's a staff, though. Obvious hilt notwithstanding, I don't see anything hanging behind him near his legs. Whatever weapon he has simply isn't long enough.

That's what she said.

...Really? Did I just do that? I must be feeling better. Or I got knocked in the head while I was asleep or something.

Meanwhile, the two "brothers" have settled themselves into aggressive stances facing one another with nasty looks on their faces. Uh-oh...looks like a fight. This should be good. I got money on Hawke! Glancing to the side, I see Bethany looking stricken at the turn of events and again I feel another rush of discomfort that abruptly focuses all of my attention on the situation in front of me.

I may be many things, but I am not stupid. I can recognize a pattern, especially one that causes me pain. Every time I look in Bethany's direction while she's upset my head hurts more. For some reason, her distress makes me feel upset. I do know that I'm a sucker for a pretty face but the first time it happened, I hadn't even seen her yet. I have no idea what that means or what I should do about it, but I do know that something is telling me that Bethany does not want this fight to happen.

Very suddenly, neither do I.

"Um...Hi?" I say uncertainly.

Three faces immediately whip towards me. Bethany looks relieved for a split second before her pretty features slip back into her small frown, seemingly glad that I stopped the fight but still wary given the circumstances. Carver continues to scowl, though if anything, it appears to have gotten worse. Hawke looks back to the still scowling Carver, then turns to me and visibly calms down. Not sure how to react to that one. The brothers no longer look as if they were going to start brawling, but they all remain tense, Bethany included.

I can understand that. Regardless of what Carver said about their family, he was right to be wary of me considering I allegedly appeared out of a tear in the Veil. Who knows what I could've been coming out of the Fade? I'd have been freaked too had I been in their position and this wasn't a really elaborate RP.

Scratch that, I am a bit freaked. I'm in the middle of nowhere seemingly looking at real life video game characters. That should not be happening. I was home as far as I could tell before I woke up hearing voices and seeing things. How the hell did I get here? Where is here? How could I have gotten here? What happened to me? Am I dead and this is a very strange afterlife? Am I in a coma? Dreaming? High on some lethal shit? I've got so many questions, but no answers appear to be in sight.

I'm scared and confused, but stressing over the unanswerable isn't going to help me at the moment. I'll have to deal with all of the impossibilities plaguing me eventually but for now I have to deal with things in the present.

"U-uh...Don't take this the wrong way guys," I force out in what I attempt to be a winning tone with something hopefully resembling a smile. "But your sister is hot."

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You could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows.

The offhand comment, while not entirely a bright thing for me to say at the moment, has the desired effect of defusing the potentially violent situation between the two brothers with its audacity. They're not stunned for long, however, as eerily identical looks of confusion find their ways on the three siblings' faces.

"Hot?" Bethany asks warily, asking the question clearly written on her brothers' faces, drawing my attention and another small wince.

"Um...you know...hot?" I reply, trying to force some measure of confidence into my words. Seeing as though I felt virtually none, this isn't as easy as you'd think. Better to fake it than to have none at all, right?

"Means a lot of things," I ramble on, not really thinking about what I'm saying, "but used here to essentially say that you're pretty...er, attractive?"

I falter towards the end as Bethany narrows her eyes at me suspiciously but still turns a very fetching shade of red. Meanwhile, Carver's glare goes from simply being pissed and confused to absolutely murderous. He shifts and the sun catches on his gigantic-and-totally-real-sword, instantly reminding me of the potential danger I could be in. Aw shit...maybe I shouldn't have said that. I look towards Big-Brother-Hawke, not entirely sure what to expect and he...laughs?

Whew...maybe he's decided to drop this weird RP thing and answer some questions?

"Believe me, you should count yourself lucky," He says with a small smile. "Not many actually get to see her."

Or not.

I just nod warily, unsure of what to make of that. I can't tell if he's still RPing or not. If he is, then it makes sense. You wouldn't want to advertise the magic sister. Especially not to any smartmouth teenagers that might rat her out to the Templars.

"But currently we have a dilemma," he says grimly.

I gulp nervously. Gone is the smiling Hawke. He is fixing me with a serious stare that promises many things if I don't choose my next words carefully. None of them seem to be all that pleasant and I am not looking forward to seeing what they are.

"We just saw you appear quite literally out of nothing." Hawke continues, his eyes never leaving mine. Yup, still RPing, but damn if he isn't scary. "We know that it was a hole in the Veil to the Fade that you came out of, so tell us. What are you and why should we let you live?"

He shifts and I get a full view of the twin wicked looking daggers - fuck, more like short swords - strapped to his back. Just like Carver's they look very real, very sharp and very dangerous.

Okay, I'm officially scared shitless.

Considering that my life now hangs in the balance, I speak quickly.

"Okay. First, my name is D...David. Anthony David." Not a clever rearranging of my name but it'll have to do. Besides, my real last name is a bit too distinctive and I don't want these psychos to find me if I manage to escape. I continue on, making the quick decision to play along with the RP while I try to figure out how to get away.

"I'm human as far as I know and I have no idea how I got here, though I have a good idea where here is."

I pause briefly to see how he's taking it. He isn't impressed. I should keep going.

"Uh...I-I'm eighteen, no real skills that I know of," I stammer. "I came from, uh...far...far away in a land called...well, let's just say it's far. I had fallen asleep in my home and the next thing I know I got dumped...Uh wherever here is."

Hawke remains unimpressed. He almost seems bored now...as his hand reaches behind him towards the hilt of one of his weapons. Fuck! Think David, think! There's got to be something I can say to him! Granted, if he didn't believe that, then there was very little chance that he'd believe anything more.

Fucking shitballs! Well, it's been a nice life, if a bit short. Hawke begins to advance on me and I hastily try to scoot backwards to put some space between us but to no avail. I quickly lose my balance and my arms fall out from beneath me, sending a plume of dust from the ground into my face. Fuck, now I can't even see...and seeing no other way out, I just stop trying to run. I close my eyes expecting the cold sting of a blade to run me through and I cringe waiting for the end.

"Brother, wait!"

Huh?

I peek one eye open and see Bethany Hawke holding her brother's hand by the wrist, stopping his advance. Now, I could be wrong, but it looks like Bethany just saved my life. Why though? Not that I'm ungrateful or anything but why would she do anything for me? Maybe I should ponder that when I'm not in imminent danger, but right now, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, Bethany is looking dead at me with an expectant look on her face and something I can only classify as compassion shining within her amber eyes. She must be giving me another chance to explain without making a total ass out of myself. Never one to disappoint a someone giving me their full and undivided attention, I meet her gaze as I open my mouth to start talking again.

And this is where something really weird happens.

The moment my eyes meet hers, hers literally flashed with a soft blue light. It encased the entirety of both of Bethany's eye sockets and I feel an odd sort of...pull from her. It was strange, almost like someone gave a light tug from the base of my skull that reverberated all the way down my spine. It felt like Bethany. I have no clue how to explain how I'd know what that feels like but it's as close as I can get to describing the sensation. It's not done though...that pull is starting to settle in a slight tingle that's running up and down the length of my spine. The sensation keeps going and soon I start to feel it shoot all throughout my body. Whatever it is, it must be following my nervous system as I'm starting to feel it everywhere.

The feeling isn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it's far from it. I feel it as a sudden rush of energy that seems to settle into everything it touches. Like I put my hand in an electric socket and instead of burning me, the electricity sunk into my skin and stayed there with me fully aware of it. Or like I chugged about twenty Red Bulls, six Monsters and a Five-Hour-Power energy shot at once, minus the shitty taste. I'm not sure what power was supposed to feel like, but if I were to guess, this charged and refreshed feeling would be it.

All this time, my gaze hasn't left Bethany's. The tingle of power still lingers, but it's settled down a bit. Now solely looking into her glowing eyes, I feel a jumbled mass of information instantly assault my mind. It's far too much to actually be able to make sense of it all but a few things jump out at me. Different hand gestures, tips on how to manipulate...myself? Well that's kinky? No...not myself, but my mana. Wait, mana? I don't have mana...do I?

Bethany's eyes widen a bit and the next thing I know, a light flashes between the two of us. The light seems to have some kind of weight and it blows us all back. On some kind of instinct, I roll with the motion and land in a half crouched position on the ground, my newfound energy guiding me and leaving me ready to pounce. Dust billows in the air and I feel rocks and dirt against my fingertips.

Directly across from me, I can see Bethany sprawled out on the ground struggling to get up with Hawke and Carver drawing their weapons and taking a defensive position around their sister. Carver's massive greatsword still glints dangerously in the light while the dual blades in Hawke's hands flip almost eagerly in anticipation for battle.

They don't look very happy though. In fact, the two brothers look rather pissed off about whatever the hell that light show was. I'm not sure how I feel about it either, given I have no clue what happened. For now I've got an angry pair of armed men standing over Bethany. For some odd reason, that really pisses me off.

This is just a confusing ass day. Where is all of this shit coming from? Seeing those two standing over a weak looking Bethany is causing a really weird reaction from me. Anger like I've never felt before burns its way through my veins and I just want to destroy something. Anything really, as long as it makes Bethany safe. I can feel that energy swirling around inside me, and a surge of it flies from the center of my chest into my hands. Instantly, I feel a warmth, and a soft tingle coming from my palms and I quickly glance down to be greeted by an orange glow and flickering flames dancing between my fingertips.

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What.

The.

FUCK?!

At the same time, the Hawke brothers are looking perplexed and I think Champion Hawke just said something. I must've missed it.

"What?" I ask distractedly, still looking at my FLAMING FUCKING FINGERS! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!

Hawke isn't pleased. "I said, what do you mean 'get away from her'?"

Did I say that? I wouldn't know since I'm still distracted by the fact that my hands are ON FIRE!

"This is my sister and you've obviously done something to her!" Hawke continues with an angry stare.

"Right," Carver adds just as hatefully. "We should be telling you to get away, Mage!"

Mage.

That word breaks me out of whatever shock induced stupor I was in. I look at my hands again and I'm greeted by the same flame and bright orange glow as before. It feels faintly warm but my hands are curiously not burning. I squash my instinctive panic since there is no pain and I don't really feel any danger from the fire in my hands. How the hell am I doing that?

Almost as if in response, flashes of unfamiliar memories run through my mind. I see lessons in manipulating magic from an older man with smiling eyes, a younger Carver nailing my pigtails against a wall. I've never had pigtails. I see a younger Hawke beating up some boys who wouldn't leave me alone. Precious time spent with that same older man with a big bushy beard that's pointed at the sides.

"The fuck...?" I mutter. Just as quickly as it came, the glow and flame leave my hands...which remain intact with not a hint of damage. I'm still not sure how that works.

I look to the wary and alert brothers before rising to my feet for the first time. Huh. They're shorter than I thought. Hawke is about my height, maybe shorter, while Carver only has about an inch or two on me. Why am I feeling disappointed? Did I expect them to be about eight feet tall, or something? Then again, I do have a fair amount of height at 6'1" so maybe it is just me. I notice Bethany making her way to her feet with the help of her staff behind her brothers. She appears to be unharmed, if a little shaky. I notice that she's pretty tall too. In terms of height, she's nowhere her brothers, but I wouldn't call her short.

"Okay," I say with a quick look towards Bethany who is staring at me with wonder. I can't help but look at her in the same way. I don't know what the hell just happened but there is one thing I'm certain of: this is no Role Play and I'm damn sure not at a convention. I'm normally a pretty logical guy and I'm not really one who believes in the otherworldly outside of clearly defined fantasy. But whatever just happened, was magic. There is no other explanation for it.

I give Bethany a tight smile that she hesitantly returns before I fix my gaze to her still battle ready brothers with their weapons drawn and ready to taste blood.

I'm scared out of my wits and I have no idea how I got here but it doesn't matter. The fact remains that I'm here in what appears to be Ferelden, (during the Blight too if both Carver and Bethany are still alive now that I think about it), and I'm standing in front of some of the most important people in this universe. The very presence of real, tangible magic has driven any other possibility from my mind.

I have knowledge and, apparently, some abilities that may prove useful in the future. I will not be useless. Until I figure out exactly what's going on, I plan on making the most of this experience. I mean it's not every day that you get transported into one of your favorite video games. I might as well enjoy it. But first, I place my hands palms up in the universal sign of surrender before speaking.

"We need to talk."

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A/N:

EDIT - 1/2/2014: Rewritten because I couldn't stand to look at how bad the first chapter was any longer. Hopefully it's better.

EDIT – 2/25/2016: Casual look over of the rewritten edit from over two years ago that I just realized that I never posted. Yeah, the original first chapter was pretty shit and it still bothered me this long after not thinking about this story. This was a bit better, but I'm not rewriting the whole thing. Maybe after I graduate…idk. Try not to get your hopes up too much.