(Hello. This is my first story in DA, so please be patient if I am inaccurate in some parts. This takes place during Dragon Age 2.)
Prolouge:
I never asked for any of this. I had planned to simply live my life in the alienage, get married, have a kid or two, and live happily ever after. I never asked for this; but in truth, if I had been offered it, I doubt I would have declined. I have what I always wanted; power.
I live in Kirkwall. Years of my life were spent running from the circle, hiding whenever they showed up to look for mages, becoming nervous everytime they gave me a glance on the streets in lowtown. I hated it, but what could I do then? But now, what can I NOT do?
I was there, fighting. Templars were strewn across the feet of myself and my allies. Some called me a monster. Some, a hero. And the rest, well, they just stayed out of my way. I never knew if the Champion ever took notice of me. There have been... incidents, that could be interpreted as a sign he knew. I fought alongside him, as I recall.
I had left my home for years. taken away to discover things I never thought were possible. I discovered more about myself. I also discovered someone who knew more about me than I did. But that someone was the last I would expect.
I am now known by many. But I never became a Grey Warden, or worked my way to be pronouced a Champion. Nothing so fanciful. I became something so much more different, yet so much better.
Now here I stand in this broken city, the flames of my home, with nothing but the screams of agony and terror playing what will be the tune for perhaps the greatest battle of my life. Here I am, remembering my tale so that it may be retold one day;
I became legendary. I became powerful. I became an over-shadowed symbol of hope for all that rebelled. But the thing that really counts is…
I became PRIDE.
(Really short, sorry. That is as best a prolouge as any though, I guess. :P)