Summary: What if Corypheus didn't want to just be the God of Thedas, but all other universes as well? What if The Breach opened a temporary portal to another world? What if someone from Earth fell through it? Follow a girl named Angel as she finds her way through Thedas and the Inquisition. This is my take on how someone might react to the situation. Somewhat of a self-insert OC. Probably eventual OC/Cassandra Femslash. If not, expect some sort of Femslash at some point. All Main Inquisition companions included in the story.

Well, here we are again. Another multi-fic story.

Bleep Bloop: I don't own Dragon Age. All OCs in this story, however, are mine.

Falling.

She was falling.

Very far, very fast, twisting and turning every which way, desperately trying to reach out for something to grab, but nothing was there.

Briefly, in the back reaches of her mind, she wondered if she was dreaming. If this was one of those dreams where you just fall, fall, fall until suddenly you wake up. But this seemed very real. She could feel and hear the wind howling past her, her heart racing, and something smelled like it was…on fire?

Finally, after free-falling for what seemed like an eternity, she saw the ground. Somewhere, something in her brain clicked that she likely would not survive the landing.

How did this happen?

What's happening?

Am I going to die?

How did I get here?

Where is here?

I'm going to die.

The last thought stuck out in her head the most.

She realized suddenly that her throat hurt, which in turn made her realize that she was screaming. Had she been screaming this whole time?

As the ground grew nearer and nearer she noticed that she was actually…slowing down? How was that possible?

By the time she was no further than 2 feet from the ground, she actually stopped in mid-air.

She reached out for the ground, only to fall the final couple feet a moment later. She impacted on the ground with a loud grunt. The ground was rocky and rough, not making her impact any nicer.

For a dream, this definitely hurts.

After a moment she gathered herself together and sat up, trying to get a bearing on where she was.

The first thing she noticed was that everything had an eerie green tint to it. Other than that, it was dark all around.

And rocks were…floating? In the air?

Because that's possible.

After looking around for a moment she noticed someone lying unconscious on the ground, not ten feet from her.

She slowly got up with a groan, silently thanking whatever god there was that she was at least wearing socks, because walking on bare feet around here would suck, and made her way towards whoever was lying there.

As she walked towards him she realized there was a very steep hill not very far from where he lay, and at the top of the hill it looked like there was a…

What was that? Some sort of doorway?

Still sore from the landing, she grunted as she leaned down on one leg to get a better look at the man.

Not a moment later she heard something from far away that sounded like a distant screech followed by many echoing footsteps.

Alarmed by the decidedly creepy sounds, she decided to shake the man to see if he would wake up.

Maybe he would be able to help her out, anyway.

"Uh…Guy? You okay?"

He didn't move.

"Dude?" She continued to lightly shake him, "Sir?"

Suddenly she heard a screeching that was decidedly much, much, closer, along with even more scuttling and footsteps.

"You need to wake up now!"She shouted this time as she shook him harder, turning around to look behind her. She saw a mass of something moving in the shadows.

The man groaned and made a pained expression—she noted a tattoo on his face, as well as his large beard— as he stirred, "What?" he asked, his voice deep and gravely, "What's happening? Where am I?"

"I don't know, but we need to go." She said urgently, pushing him to get up.

He stood up—which is when she finally realized that he was very, very, short—with a grunt of pain.

"Go? Where? I don't even know where we are!" He shouted angrily.

"I don't know, Dude!" She shouted back, "All I know is that there's something creepy going on and I don't want to be around any longer than I have to!"

She noticed his expression change from anger to fear as he looked behind her, "Oh." Was all he said.

"Yeah, 'oh'," she retorted, eyes narrowed in on him.

"We have to go." He said, grabbing her by the wrist.

"I literally just said that."

"Shut up and come on." He said, dragging her with him towards the steep hill, "We need to get up there."

The girl gave a short, humorless laugh, "Okay, buddy, I don't know what you think I'm capable of but climbing impossibly steep hills not on that list."

"There's a woman up there, maybe she can help." He said urgently, all but ignoring her comment.

She frowned in confusion, looking to the top of the hill to see a strangely green tinted silhouette of a woman. How did she miss that before?

"Doesn't change the fact that I can't climb that."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she heard the familiar screeching sound along with scuttling on the ground. She turned around briefly to see what looked like giant mutated spiders approaching them very, very fast.

Without a word she picked up her pace, all but running towards the hill as he dragged her along.

They reached the base and began running up; though it was so steep it was more of a crawl, climbing, while the spider-like-creatures continued to gain their ground.

Her hands and feet were aching, and she was certain there were more than a few cuts on her hands from the rough edges of the hill. They neared the top, their breathing ragged and hard, and the green silhouetted woman—she was still a silhouette?— reached out both of her hands for them to take. The two reached out their left hands, each grabbing one of her hands as she slowly pulled them up.

The next thing she knew, she was collapsed on the ground with the man next to her, though he looked like he fell unconscious again.

Everything seemed much brighter, and she had to squint her eyes to get used to the light.

She barely noticed three people wearing what looked like medieval-like armor walk up to them, pulling out swords—swords?—and point them towards the two of them.

"Who are you!" One of them demanded angrily, "Where did you come from!"

"I—" suddenly her peripheral vision became dark, and she felt sick to her stomach. In the back of her mind she realized she was about to pass out.

Her head was suddenly back on the ground and she was too dizzy to move.

"Angel…" she managed to say, as everything went dark.

Thanks for reading! This chapter is a little short, but it's just the start, and I think other chapters will be longer. Leave a comment, criticism is welcome, just be specific, please. I know my writing style isn't the best, and I'd like to work on it.