Be Careful What You Wish For
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age Series
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Chapter 1 – They Appear, I Pass Out
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"You managed to slip away."
Gripping my controller tightly, I watched the scene with great anticipation.
"I thought I might claim more of your attention after all," said the sweet, handsome, adorable Commander of the Inquisition, Cullen Rutherford.
"Is there something on your mind?" replied by Evelyn Trevelyan, my character in this game.
"Everything." I squealed like the fan girl I was.
The game was ending again—about the seventh time I played the game. Of course I romanced all the others, but the only person I romanced twice was Cullen of course. How could anyone not take the gentleman? Not like damn Solas who left Lavellan. Screw him.
Nope. There is only my Cullen.
"And I… am happy," I said, putting down my controller as the screen took to the cut scene of the two holding in each other's arms with the snowy mountains as the background. Lovely.
I cannot describe how much I love Dragon Ago—I've played all of the games and finished them in more ways than five—not one—more than five. I've even gone on YouTube and watched videos of theory about the story in the background.
The Old Gods, but what about the forgotten gods?
And Solas as Fen'harel, and Flemeth carrying Mythal…
What made me fall in love in the first place was not only the story plot, but the characters connected to the protagonist: Cassandra, Varric, Solas, Cullen, Sera, Bull—etc.
I wish I could meet them all, just once!
I got out of the gameroom after turning off everything. Walking down the stairs, I entered the grand hall.
My name is Bethany Kane, I am 25 years old, and I live in a mansion of seven large bedrooms and eight full bathrooms. Cleaners and gardeners come by once a week to keep the place in tip, top shape. The whole place costs about $7.1 million dollars, but hey who's counting?
How can I afford such a thing?
I am one of the youngest billionaires here today, and mostly because I own global retail trading company. The Kane Co. was founded by my great grandfather and have been passed down through the ages by heirs. My parents died in a car crash when I was 18 years old, and his will stated that all the company's assets, liabilities, and trademark belongs to me.
Of course, it was a struggle. Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to hand over a company that has billions of worth over to a teenager?
Well, it ended up being a good idea.
I struggled of course, but I had friends in high places and in less than a month, I was riding my company, even through the toughest 2008 Recession. No one regretted letting me have the company.
In the recent course of events, a family friend of my father's and my God Mother in china—Su Mei—offered to expand my retail shops in China...
If I take a one month vacation.
They say I work too much and that I have no life, no boys to chase after, and no drunken parties. Life should be excessively happy and not dull for my age.
So here I am, in this huge mansion, playing videogames…
Do I have friends, I wonder?
The friends I have are all over forty-years of age and they all own a fine, well-established company.
I have no friends in my age.
Maybe that's why I love Dragon Age so much. Playing as the protagonist, I get to experience friends—loyal and brave. I could never ask for anything better than that.
I get to have lovers.
I wandered into the kitchen to get a glass of water and I look up at the skylight, and just right at that moment, a shooting star passed.
I smiled at the timing, but it couldn't be real right? Still, might as well do it for fun.
"I wish, I wish… I get to meet my dear friends from the Inquisition… Oh and Cullen too!" Waiting for that magical pop, I watched the stars up in the sky—well the few that I was able to see. Darn smog.
Wow, I sound stupid.
With a sigh, I head back up the stairs into my bedroom.
Like that will ever happen!
'Silly me!' was what I thought at first.
That night, I heard a crash and a noise. What the hell was going on downstairs? I got out of my bed and opened the drawer to get my gun. (A girl has to be prepared for anything!) I reloaded it, but kept the safety trigger on before going down the stairs.
Slowly, I made my way downstairs and I could hear voices.
"Well shit… where the hell are we?" said a male voice that sounded so familiar.
"This place… are we in some noble's house?" That was another male voice that sounded too familiar.
"Well, whoever is the owner, he or she certainly does have taste. Probably could answer the questions why we're here in the first place." And…another voice of a male, but this one sounded friendly and charming.
A female voice agreed with him. "Indeed. I like this vase."
"What is…that thing?" Spoke a female voice with an accent that was not American.
What the hell? I sneak quickly into the doorway of the living room—where the voices were coming from. I could see ten or eleven figures in the darkness.
"It. T…V… it calls itself. It wishes the owner would use it more than…than the computer."
"What the hell? You're not making any sense as usual!"
"Strange. I cannot feel the fade… Nor can I use my magic."
"We should look around. No one seems to be coming for us. ...How did we get here?"
"I recall going to bed. And nothing else, but waking up here with all of you."
"This… this is a lot to take in. We have important people coming over tomorrow to meet the Inquisitor… Where is the Inquisitor?"
Was I hearing this right? Inquisitor?! What the fuck?!
"Hey!" A deep voice called behind me and I screamed in fright, backing up as before me was a giant figure with horns.
This… this can't be…
I rushed to the wall and flipped the lights on to unravel…
Varric, Cassandra, Solas, Sera, Cole, Vivienne, Dorian, Iron Bull, Blackwall, Cullen, Josephine, and lastly Leliana.
Now I was…shocked… shocked beyond my understanding, so shocked that I was yelling...
And who the fuck wouldn't be?!
"Who.. What…who are you people?! I demand answers right now!" I screamed, aiming the gun at them. This can't be real. This is just the mind playing tricks on me and when it stops, these people are all just burglars! Thieves!
They all looked at me with eyes wide and full of confusion.
"Lady Trevelyan! Inquisitor! What are you..?" Cassandra began to speak. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"Shut it! I should be calling the cops on you burglars! Thieves! Fucking crazies-Don't you dare move or I'll shoot!" I said screaming at the grayish huge buff man with the horns—The Iron Bull. Holy fuck Iron Bull. He is HUGE.
"Inquisitor!" I turned and found the call from Cullen. Oh fuck me…
So..handsome!
"Lady Trevelyan!" He called again. "Do you not recognize us? Wh… Where are we, Inquisitor?"
"Where? In my fucking house! Burglars!" This was not helping. I was panicking and hyperventilating with each passing second.
"Great. I think Shiny here has lost it. What is she wearing?" the girl with the bad haircut said.
"These are called Pajamas! Now take off those fake ears! You're not really an elf! Elves are not real!" I yelled then I pointed at Bull. "You are NOT real! Qunaris are not real! In fact! NONE of you are REAL!"
Then I lowered the gun and started pacing back and forth, breathing in and out, saying to myself, "I'm just dreaming, I'm just dreaming, I'm just dreaming—and when I open my eyes, I'll wake up and they're not there. Yes! Just dreaming… Okay wake up time! One… Two…"
I didn't say the three—I normally don't, but when I opened my eyes and turned around, I regretted it instantly.
They were still there.
I should have said three.
Cole started talking, "She is scared. Panicked. She knows us, but not the way we know her. She is not the Inquisitor and yet she feels and looks like her."
That did it. I held up my hand. "…I'm going to pass out now." I announced.
Then all too soon, the darkness took me to sleep.
God. Help me.
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Please Review! I need suggestions on some funny moments that could happen to the Inquisitor's companions when they are in the real world. Hahaha!
And Yes. No Fade. No Magic.
Also, it makes things easier if the protagonist is a Rich Girl with no parents.