Author's Note~ it has been quite some time since I posted anything on this site. After having my last laptop crap out on me I was forced to give up writing for a month and a half. Luckily my dear mother surprised me with a laptop for my birthday earlier this month and I was able to write again.

Anyway, after playing and beating Dragon Age II three times I decided that I really wanted to write a fanfiction about it and a possible sequel since the game kind of left off on a cliffhanger. I also decided to add a new companion to the party who will be appearing later on since I was a little surprised Bioware didn't include a character like the one I made up. Also, I will not be including Sebastian Vael from the Exiled Prince DLC in this story because I still don't have it and I don't really plan on getting it.

Two armored men dragged the man's body through the door. The men were adorned in the armor worn by members of the mysterious "Seekers of the Chantry". They handled their quarry rather roughly as they dragged him through the hall of the Chantry. The man didn't resist, or rather he was unable to. They had taken his weapons and had his hands and feet bound. They had even covered his head with a burlap sack to keep knowledge of his location from him. The sack had been on his head since they grabbed him back in Antiva City. The man silently remarked on how these people left nothing to chance.

They carried him up the staircase and into the office of the Grand Cleric who had temporarily relinquished the Chantry for the "Seekers'" use. They then roughly forced him into a chair and removed the sack from his head, exposing his face to the light.

All the armored men and women in the room gathered around to look at the face of the man who they were told was the only one that may be able to save their world from war. He was a fairly young man somewhere between his late twenties and early thirties. He had black hair that was mid-length, stopping just above his broad shoulders; a few strands hung over his handsome face that had a light stubble. Through the rogue strands of hair that covered a small piece of his face some of the men and women could see the piercing blue eyes that contained vast experience- experience that almost none of them had ever had and most likely never will.

He was dressed rather casually, having been taken hostage by surprise in his own residence, wearing only a pair of black trousers and boots, and a puffy white shirt. There was some dry blood on the front of his shirt from the blow to the face he took when he resisted once he realized he was being taken captive.

For a few seconds there was nothing but silence in the room. It annoyed the man greatly so he sought to end the silence.

"Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" he demanded.

"I believe that someone would be me," a female voice answered.

The man looked up to see an armored woman with short black hair approaching him.

"I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of the Chantry. Greetings, Garrett Hawke… better known as "the Champion of Kirkwall"," she said with a quick bow.

"Oh… so that's what this was about," Garrett said in realization. "I wondered what Varric meant when he mentioned black armored soldiers were coming to get me."

"Varric Tethras told you about us?" the Cassandra asked curiously. "How? There is no way he could have gotten to you before us."

"You've spoken to Varric about me no doubt, but you still underestimate him and the various connections he has?" Garrett asked with a smirk. Cassandra seemed to consider his words.

"You are right; I suppose the possibility of him getting word to you is hardly unlikely."

"So what do you want from me, Seeker?"

"What do you think we want, Champion?"

"I'm terrible a guessing games when I'm tied up," Garrett said referring to the ropes that had long been chaffing his ankles and wrists.

Cassandra nodded to one of the men in the room and he pulled out a dagger to cut Garrett's restraints. Once the confining material was cut from his person, Garrett massaged his red wrists with relief.

"That's much better," he said with a relieved sigh.

"We need your help, Champion," Cassandra stated, wanting to get back on topic.

"I hear that a lot," Garrett said with a light chuckle.

"This is not the time for jokes!" Cassandra said in annoyance. Garrett only sighed.

"What do you people want from me?"

"There has been much chaos in Thedas because of what happened in The Gallows," Cassandra began.

"That was hardly all my fault," Garrett commented.

"Perhaps not, but you were at the center of it all when it happened. We need your help in preventing an all-out war within Thedas and restoring order."

"Not interested," Garrett said dismissively.

"Do you have any idea what is at stake here?" Cassandra practically shouted. "The Chantry stands upon the brink of oblivion, the Templars and mages are leaving havoc in their wake, and the world we all know, the world The Maker left to us, is about to burn."

"And that's truly unfortunate, but it's hardly my problem," Garrett said, unfazed.

"It is everyone's problem!" Cassandra seethed coming within inches of Garrett's face.

"I've done my share of helping and looked what happened," Garrett responded. "My home still tore itself apart, despite my best efforts to keep it from doing so."

"And yet you still came out alive," Cassandra remarked, calmly this time. "That is why we require the help of someone like you."

"You can do this without me; I'm just one man."

"No, you are more than that," Cassandra said. "You are Garrett Hawke, The Champion of Kirkwall, Slayer of the Quanri, and Vanquisher of Mad Meredith."

"That last one is new," Garrett said with a chuckle. "That's what they call her now?"

"That's not the point! We need your help!" Cassandra repeated.

"I believe you already have my answer, Seeker," Garrett said calmly.

Cassandra sighed in annoyance.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," she said, regret evident in her voice. "If you refuse to help, then I cannot guarantee the safety of your woman."

Garrett's eyes widened.

"What have you done to her? Where is she?" Garrett shouted as he rose up from his seat and got with inches of Cassandra's face.

Every one of the guards in the room drew their swords and had them aimed at all of Garrett's vital spots. Cassandra's face remained stony, unaffected by Garrett's expected outburst.

"She is safe," Cassandra assured. "And so is the child she carries."

Garrett's angered vanished instantly and was replaced by a mixture of shock, horror and happiness.

"What?" he breathed out.

"You did not know?" Cassandra asked genuinely surprised, but quickly decided to use this to her advantage. "Then I suppose you two will have much to talk about… if you agree to help us."

Garrett glowered at Cassandra in pure anger.

"If you harm her…" he threatened.

"That depends on you, Champion," Cassandra responded evenly.

Garrett clenched his fists so hard, the sound of cracking knuckles was heard by just about everyone in the room.

"So this is how low the Chantry is willing to stoop," he taunted.

"I take no pleasure in this," Cassandra stated, offended, "but it is for the good of Thedas."

Garrett took a few deep breaths before returning to his seat, his head hung in defeat.

"So do I have your word?" Cassandra asked.

"You play a dangerous game, Seeker… but yes, you have my word," Garrett said with a glare.

"I thank you for seeing reason, Champion."

"What is it you need me to do?"

"First things first: I want to hear your version of what happened," she stated.

"Was Varric's version not good enough?" Garrett asked curiously. "Though, I can't blame you; he does tend to exaggerate... and just plain lie"

"Despite some details, I do not doubt that most of what Varric Tethras had told me was the truth. However, many of my fellow Seekers don't believe that you are truly the only one who can help us. I believe hearing the story from you would set aside any doubts any of us may have," Cassandra explained. "And... I am truly interested in hearing your side of the story."

"Where would you like me to start?" Garrett asked.

"From the beginning."

"Very well," Garrett said as he got comfortable in his seat. This was going to take quite some time.

And there's the prologue chapter.

I had a hard time making up my own version of Hawke for this story, since I wasn't too into the default look Bioware had created; I personally think they made him look way too old. My Garrett Hawke is meant to look like Hugh Jackman since I think he fits the physical description of what Hawke should look like. It was only after watching both Van Helsing and X-Men that I came to this decision.

I think I'll leave the identity of Hawke's girl a mystery for now. Anyone care to guess who it is; I'm interested in what you all think. There are really only two options after all since I mentioned it was a girl so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out.

Until next time!

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