I felt cold. Was I dead?

No, I also felt sore, so there was no way I could be dead.

I awoke to a man in heavy silver armor, a sword with flames surrounding it was the crest that was stamped on his chest. His hair was a short, silvery blonde that was combed back to make his hair sweep to the left. His eyes were an icy blue, and he had a mustache and beard cropped around only his mouth.

He looked down to me, most likely feeling me fidgeting in his arm at such a man. And I was wrapped only in a sheet.

"Ah, you're awake! I was wondering if you were still alive. You took quite a fall, young lady."

"Fall?"

"Yes. I found you in a crater with most of your clothes torn. Don't worry; I'll take you to someplace safe."

"Where am I?" I panicked, even though I had no idea what a crater was

"We are at Lake Calenhad. We're not far from the Tower."

"Where's Lake Calenhad? And what Tower are you talking about?"

"Lake Calenhad is the largest lake in Ferelden. It's above Redcliff and right of Orzammar."

"Ferelden?! I've never heard of Ferelden! Where's Mendon?!"

"Mendon? I've never heard of that. Perhaps it's in Orlais..."

"NO! IT'S IN AMERICA! THE UNITED STATES!"

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about? We are in the world of Thedas."

My heart sunk. I was nowhere near home, and now I had no idea how to get home.

I jumped out of the man's arms.

"I gotta get home...!"

The armored man grabbed me again.

"Oh no you don't! We don't have any idea about you, so I'm taking you to the Circle of Magi here in Ferelden!"

The man climbed into the dingy, and the boat master began paddling us towards the enormous tower in the distance. I began to cry.

"It's alright. I know it's scary, but you'll be very well taken care of."

I howled even louder. The man sighed, and brought out a handkerchief to my nose. I blew on it without him instructing me.

"I promise you'll be just fine here."

The boat knocked against the dock to the tower.

"Here's our stop!"

He picked me up again as we walked up to the great doors.

Just as we began to open the doors, a boy around my again with golden blonde hair rushed out the door.

"Gregor! Catch him!"

The man who was carrying me set me down, and quickly caught the boy. He was in thick furs of black.

"Thank the Maker you caught him in time! His mother told me he can't swim!"

Gregor had the boy by the shirt, hanging when he returned him inside.

"Let me go!" he cried

He must have been Ferelden too, since his accent was similar to the British accent of home like everyone else was here.

Gregor set him down, and the boy crossed his arms.

"That boy's name is Anders. We just got here from bringing him from his home in the Anderfels."

The boy looked at me.

"Why are you dressed only in a sheet?" he asked me

Gregor explained to him and the other armored men how he had found me.

"Get Irving. He'll want to see his newest members."

The boy kept looking at me.

"Don't you talk?"

"Why would you care if I talked? Why were you running away?"

"Your accent is funny. Blimey, bet you grew up among the dwarves!"

"There are dwarves here?!" I completely ignored the taunt

"Um... yeah... haven't you ever seen one?"

"No! I've always heard of them, but they don't exist where I live!"

"Don't exist? Don't you mean they don't live there?"

"No, I'm not from Thedas, though I don't know how I got here, or how to get home..."

"My home's far away, so it'd take me at least a month or two to get there."

An older man with straggly brownish-grey hair in blue and magenta robes entered the room with one of the knights who had brought in Anders.

"Ah... you must be Anders... and what would your name be, young lady?"

"I-I'm Kelly. Kelly Irie."

"That's a unique accent you've got there, young lady. But let's get you clean, dressed, and get you something warm in your bellies before I continue asking you questions, ok? My name is Irving, by the way. Welcome to the Ferelden Circle of Magi."