I do not own any characters. They all belong to Bioware….oh sweet maker Bioware. Enjoy the story and make sure to leave comments! I will try to update a lot, especially since I was so excited about this story. Hopefully you enjoy it! It is a slow burning romance, and I am sure there will be some smut later. Rated M for language and future lemons.

Chapter One

I hugged the controller to my chest with a deep sigh. This was it. This inquisitor story was over. Another seventy plus hours of loving, if not sometimes annoyed, play time written in the Dragon Keep. I felt a shiver go through me and goosebumps rise on my arms as the thank you note from BioWare came on the screen. "You're welcome," I whispered, hoping that somewhere a creator of this soul turning game was listening.

I gently set the remote on the coffee table and stared at the main screen of Inquisition. I grabbed the gray blanket I dubbed my gaming blanket and wrapped it around me, wanting to fully experience the emotions I was feeling from the first playthrough with Trespasser. Maybe next time I will try to romance Solas and see how the ending goes with that. Maybe. Who was I kidding? I needed to know! I picked up the remote selecting new game and felt the excitement of picking out a new character. Rogue elf it will be. Solas, you bastard, your heart will be mine. Also, all the elfroot.

A couple hours later I sat on the couch, blanket tight around me, leveling up in The Hinterlands before heading to Val Royeaux. The sound of the lock on the door made me look up as my roommate came in with a big hello.

"Don't judge me," I blurted out, as I quickly saved my game. She laughed and came over studying the screen.

"Why would I judge you?" She asked as she set down her purse. "Wait, did you make a new character?"

"I need to know," I almost shouted, knowing that I hit my limit in Dragon Age playing for the night. I checked my phone, 2 AM. Shit, I had to get up in 5 hours.

"You're too funny," Sarah laughed as she put her drinks in the fridge. "I felt the same way after Dragon Age II. I'm going to start over with Origins so I can have all of it saved when I do Inquisition."

I turned off the PS4, grabbing the bottom of the blanket so it didn't drag. "Alistair romance or Zevran?"

"The elf of course," she sighed. "Always the elf."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you romanced Cullen. Humans all the way," I argued, thinking of the way his voice made you get butterflies inside. Damn it Bioware. Why did you have to go and ruin all men for me?

"I was going to do Solas." Her voice snapped me out of my Cullen day dream and I rolled my eyes.

"You would go for the nerdy elf." I grabbed a cup and filled it with water, ready to get into bed and fall asleep thinking of Cullen.

"If you played Dragon Age II you would understand. Fenris is my soulmate. Once you go elf you can never go back," she explained, heading to her bedroom.

I turned off the kitchen light, following her down the hall. "I am pretty sure I would have chosen Anders anyhow. Them blonde troubled Chantry boys just get to me."

She laughed, waving goodnight to me and closed her door after letting her cat Sam in. I went to my own room, turning on my lamp and flopping on my bed. I should have forced myself to gone to bed sooner. The twins were going to be a handful tomorrow, I just knew it. I sighed, knowing I wouldn't give up being a nanny. Besides, it was just until I finish my degree online and get a business job.

I felt lame at still not having a degree at 24. Only two more years to go. I hugged my pillow and picked up my phone, making sure to set my alarm for the morning. I tapped my Pinterest app, knowing I would be up for another half hour searching through Dragon Age and food pins.

A message from Leaha made me halt my surfing and see what she had to say. I smiled at the message, a reminder of our Dragon Age cosplay group having it's first session tomorrow night. I sent back an excited looking emoji and a dragon GIF. Tomorrow, I was the Inquisitor.

I felt nervous as I sat in my car, waiting for Leaha to show. I felt silly in my Renaissance Faire clothing, and wasn't quite sure I got the rogue look down. Leaha's silver car pulled up and I grabbed my keys and got out of the car, adjusting my corset and cape.

I studied myself in the reflection of my car and felt my usual confidence that came only when wearing Ren Faire clothing. This outfit was new this year and it was by far my favorite. The theme of the outfit, black. I like the spy/rogue look and felt Leliana esc when wearing it. My black leggings and chemise complimented the black silk rose corset. I ran my hands down my sides, loving the way the corset gave me a nice figure. The black wool cloak hung perfectly around my shoulders, and the hood was large, making it the perfect thief cloak. I adjusted my strapless bra and chemise, trying to make my breasts attractive but not slutty like some of the girls do with cosplay. My brown boots were already muddy from the parking area and I adjusted the bags on my belt, making sure they were in place.

"Looking good Inquisitor!" Leaha called jogging up to me in her Cassandra cosplay. She put a hand on the hilt of her sword on her side. "Where's your weapon?"

I laughed and moved my cloak so she could see my daggers on my belt. "I decided on rogue. Though warrior would have been pretty bad ass." I examined her outfit, admiring the details she put into this outfit. She spent a good chunk of the year getting the armor to perfection. "You look amazing. I would have thought you were her if I didn't know any better."

"Thank you," Leaha exclaimed, posing in a very unCassandra like pose. "When they said they wanted to do Dragon Age cosplay I claimed her right away!"

"I'm a little nervous about this Leaha, I'm not going to lie. How come I'm the inquisitor? I was hoping for a more background like character. Like Leliana or something." I pressed the lock button on my keys before dropping them into my pouch on my belt. "Shouldn't someone with more seniority get that role?"

Leaha laughed and shook her head. "Everyone chose different party members and I told them you would be a fun addition and that you make amazing Inquisitor characters on the game."

I rolled my eyes. "Anyone can make a character. It's literally the whole point of the game."

"Yes," she began and she sighed. "I know you still have some self confidence issues with losing weight and everything. But Kassy, you look great! You are hot in that outfit and you are so funny. That is another reason why I said you should be Inquisitor. You always chose to go the funny Inquisitor instead of murder like or self pity." She wiggled her eye brows at me before leaning toward me. "Plus, I hear the guy playing Cullen is hot."

I took another quick glance at my reflection in my window. After losing over 80 pounds, I still felt like I did when I was heavier. My light brown hair was actually working with me today, hanging in loose waves and deeply parted to the side, giving my bangs an Ariel like look. I still wasn't used to seeing a jaw line on my face and my eyes were very blue with all the black. I sighed and felt my face go red. "Alright, let's do this."

Leaha led the way, her armor changing colors in the sun. "We're here! Sorry we're late!" Leaha yelled, jumping over a rock. "I have the inquisitor!"

I blushed as I felt all eyes on me. Leaha went to stand next to a girl, I assumed took the part of Josephine based on her yellow ruffled shirt. I gave a small wave and did a quick glance over everyone. No one's cosplay came close to being as good as Leaha's. I felt better knowing this and I walked closer to the group.

"I'm Commander Cullen, Inquisitor." A brown haired man took a step toward me, his smile making me a little nervous. I held out a hand, assessing his outfit. If he didn't introduce himself as Cullen, I would have never guessed.

"Nice outfit Commander," I offered, trying not to laugh at his attempt at making Cullen's robe like armor. It looked as if he just cut the arms off a bathroom and attached a brown boa to the top of it. The rest looked as if he had armor for other cosplay characters. He had a sword on his hip and I knew he probably bought it at a Renaissance Festival.

"My mom made it," he teased. "It's the best I could do with my budget and little knowledge of making cosplay. I'm working on a new one, but for now, this is what I could come up with." He shrugged and looked at his outfit again. "To be clear, my mom didn't make this."

"You got the scar perfect," I said with all seriousness admiring the man's makeup skills. He gave a half smile and I felt nervous again. "Well, later." I blurted awkwardly, heading toward the rest of the group.

"I'm sure you have things to do," pretend Cullen said with a knowing smirk. As I walked toward the group, a realization hit me. We were a bunch of early to late twenty year olds, playing dress up in the woods, based on a video game. I felt proud and embarrassed all at the same time.

"Inquisitor," Leaha called, waving me over. I smiled and made my way to her, taking in the woods as I went.

"What's up?" I asked, noticing the guy who was cosplaying Solas flirting with cosplay Sera.

"We were going to head to the Hinterlands to close a couple of rifts. We could use your help." She winked at me and mouthed "go along with it".

"That's what I'm here for." I held out an arm, waiting for her to lead the way. We made our way, following the path, laughing and talking about the other cosplayers. As we made our way to a clearing, I felt complete surprise as a bright green light, exactly like a rift, shone through the darkening sky like a beacon. "You guys take your cosplaying seriously."

"That isn't us," Leaha said, annoyance in her voice. She jogged over to cosplay Solas and Cullen who were talking to each other in almost panicked voices.

"Did you do this?" Fake Cullen demanded as Leaha got to them.

"When would I have the time?" She snapped. "I thought we agreed no technology."

"I don't know if it's technology," cosplay Solas interrupted. His voice was thick with wonder and fear.

"That's ridiculous," I laughed. "You guys, someone is probably playing a trick on us. As much as I want it to be, Dragon Age isn't real. This is as close to it as we are ever going to get."

"Kassy is right you guys." Leaha turned to stare at the rift again. "Joe is probably trying to play a trick on us."

"Joe couldn't have had time to come out and put this here, before being stationed at Haven." Fake Cullen had his eyes glued to the rift. "As impossible as it seems, I think this is real. There isn't a projector or anything like that over there or up in the trees."

"You guys are ridiculous. Your twenty something year old men. Do you honestly think this could be real?" I saw the excitement in fake Cullen's eyes and the fear in cosplay Solas. Leaha was rolling her eyes, her arms crossed. Never could she be so in Cassandra mode. "I'll prove it's fake."

I started walking toward the rift, searching the ground for any devices. Probably something small and black. Advanced technology was usual small, and black or metal. "Be careful," fake Cullen warned, following me.

"What do you think might happen? Demons coming out of it?" I laughed and continued my search for some type of projector. We were ten feet from the rift and I could see the hesitancy in fake Cullen's steps. "It's just a projection," I tried to convince him. I closed the gap between me and the rift, fake Cullen a couple feet away from me. "And apparently speakers," I added, the crackling noise deafening almost this close. "Watch."

I went to stick out my hand and fake Cullen grabbed my arm. "This probably isn't the best choice." He sighed and he glanced at the rift again. "There really isn't a projector anywhere. Plus what kind of technology could do this quality of light and sound?"

"Dude, it's fake." I reached the other hand out, wanting to prove to him it could go through it and that it was just a projection. As my fingers touched the green light, a loud crackle erupted from the rift and a force tugged my arm forward. I felt panic as I felt a pressure on my arm and the green slowly made it's way up my arm. "What the fuck?"

I felt fake Cullen pulling on my arm. "Move!" He grabbed my arm harder, trying to get my feet to move. His face was determined and panicked at the same time.

Fear took over me as the green got brighter and took over my legs. "I can't!" I almost sobbed. Suddenly a force came from the rift, knocking fake Cullen back. "Inquisitor!" I heard him shout over the constant whooshing. The light was blinding and soon all I could see was green and an intense pressure took over, making me feel like I might never breath again. I couldn't even scream in my panic. I heard Leaha yell my name in terror before everything went black.

The pressure released itself and I felt a brief relief before screaming as I plummeted from the sky, 20 feet above the ground. I felt around to grab onto something, but everything was blurry as I fell and I closed my eyes trying to wake myself up from whatever nightmare was happening. The air was taken from me as I fell hard on the grass on my back. I felt only pain and then blackness.

When I gained consciousness, I laid there, motionless, trying to catch my breath and get some sort of understanding on what just happened. I heard voices and the crunching of shoes on grass. I felt relief at hearing my friends' footsteps and prayed I wasn't paralyzed.

"Well, it doesn't look like a demon." A familiar voice floated to my ears. I felt a shoe poke my middle and I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. I blinked, trying to fight the pain away enough to breath and focus. Mostly to understand, because there was no way possible a flesh and blood elf could be staring at me right now. Not just any elf, my rogue elf Branwen. My Inquisitor. Here. In front of me. Knife ears and all.

Maker help me.