I was floating in blackness. Wait. Black? But I could see my body. Am I glowing? I looked down at myself. A few moments ago I was sitting and eating dinner. Where the hell am I? What's going on? I could feel my heart racing as a panic attack started. Everything was scaring me.
But wait. A light? A green light, below me. I reached out for it without thinking… JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE! I screamed in my mind, and I started falling. The green light was getting bigger and bigger… I closed my eyes in anticipation of a crash.
But it didn't come. I opened my eyes in surprise. I wasn't in the blackness anymore. I was… In a dungeon. There were four men in armor surrounding me, watching me. I looked down. I was in shackles… What the hell happened to me? I kept trying to remember. But all I remembered was that weird blackness. Well, wherever I am, at least I still have my clothes.
A pain shot through my left hand and I screamed in shock. I looked down to see a glowing green light stuck in my hand. "What the hell?" I yelled, shaking my hand. The light didn't dim, but the pain faded away. Odd.
I started going through the facts in my head. I was in a strange world where armor was still a thing. I had a magical light embedded in my hand. I also didn't remember anything from after that strange light. Something weird was going on, and the first thing that popped in my head was MAGIC. I always was aware of spirits and psychic abilities but this? Ew.
The door in front me banged open, making me jump. Two women entered, one wearing a chainmail tunic and a purple hood, and the other wearing armor similar to the armor the other four were wearing.
"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now," the armored woman snarled. The angry and hatred in her voice frightened me into a minor panic attack. Just remember to breathe I thought, Just keep breathing.
"The conclave is destroyed," the woman continued, "everyone is dead… Except for you." I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. The accusation was clear - how was I supposed to explain I wasn't even from this world?
The woman lifted my wrist to show the light in my hand. "Explain this," she demanded. "I… Cant," I stated in a shaky voice. This woman was really intimidating me.
"What do you mean, you CAN'T?" the woman growled.
"I don't know what that is, or how it got there," I replied, trying to keep the fear out of my voice, "I don't even know where the hell I am, what I am doing here, or what the hell is going on!" My fear was quickly starting to turn to anger.
"You're lying!" the woman snarled, grabbing my shoulders.
The hooded woman pulled the angry woman off me. "We need her, Cassandra," the hooded one said, then looked at me.
"In case you haven't noticed," I snarled back, "I'm not even FROM here. I don't know anything about a conclave, or whatever the fuck this thing is in my hand!"
"Do you remember what happened?" the woman asked calmly, ignoring my outburst. She seemed more reasonable to me. I took a deep breath.
"I was…" I started, then hesitated. "The last thing I remember, is that I was floating in darkness. And then a green light was shining under me… And I fell into it." I frowned. "And when I woke up, I was here."
"Go to the forward camp, Leliana," Cassandra commanded, "I will take her to the rift."
Leliana nodded and walked out the door. Cassandra undid my shackles.
"Where am I?" I asked Cassandra.
"Haven," she replied shortly, "in the Chantry."
I'm gonna assume that a Chantry is similar to a church.
"What did happen?" I asked her.
"It would be easier to show you," she stated, tying my hands in ropes and leading me toward the door.
Okay what the hell, I thought, what the hell is going on, why am I here, and why am I suddenly a prisoner?