Yo! RebelVale23 here! Sorry about how depressing that last chapter was. Any concerns, let me know. I've suffered depression so I felt I should add a wee bit of it in. Either way, it's a yucky cloudy day that threatens to rain yet has not kept its word. Hope you all are having better weather than me.

VODKA18: Thank you.

Cheers to another chapter! Let the future be brighter even as I do not own Dragon Age except for my OC. Cheers!

Why does everything end up waking up with a migraine? That's exactly what keeps happening, thinks the woman lying in a large bed as she stares at the ceiling curiously.

Creaking of a door causes her to slowly sit up in wonder. Her sudden awareness surprises the female elf who came in, causing her to drop the crate she is carrying. The woman backs away, "I'm sorry! I did not know you were awake!"

Dark eyes look at her confused but sighs, "It's okay."

"Lady Cassandra said to inform her right away when you woke. Right away she said!" And like that, the frightened elf takes off out of the small cabin, kind enough to shut the door on her way out. However, she forgot the crate.

Feeling tired still, the woman stands up noting the interesting clothes she's wearing. Deciding to worry about it later, she scans the room for something else to wear remembering there's snow outside meaning it's cold. Going out barefoot and in what she assumes are silk pants and a shirt would do her no good.

Sitting on the desk folded neatly is a set of simple winter gear. Without pause, the pale woman tugs the brown boots on along with a simple gray cloak. It's thick and warm which is all she needs for now.

Leaning against the desk is a simple staff made of wood with a twisted knob for a top, an emerald color stone set in it. It reminds her that what has happened from her first death to waking up in this life truly happened. That she is a mage, a dweller of magic. It's so weird especially considering the fact she has no clue how to even use magic. That day of fighting demons was a nightmare but also the cherry on top of everything that has happened; panic because she can't figure out how to use magic to dreading being alive and anger when she just wanted her life to end. This was not what she wanted, to be put in a fictional world turned reality. To be the one person she did not want to be, a leader and responsible for this big thing.

Shaking her head, dark red hair falling in her face. Shoving it behind her normal rounded ears, the woman exits the cabin only to freeze where she is standing. In front of her are people, survivors and guards who have created a path of sorts that no doubts lead up to the Chantry. Of course, this would happen.

Taking a shaky breath, the woman tugs the cloak tighter around her thin frame and starts walking. The soldiers salute her. Then the whispers. There are those declaring her the Herald of Andraste while others proclaim her brave actions of closing the Breach.

A guard opens the door of the stone building at the top of the hill overseeing everything. The man kindly points her in the right direction, "They are waiting for you in the war room milady. Go straight and through that door."

A simple nod acknowledges and thanks the man for his advice. She couldn't speak yet, not when everything is starting to come crashing in on her once again. The cold numbs her body but the heat melts from inside the Chantry melts it away, returns feeling to her small frame.

The Chantry women and men turn at her appearance. They watch her. Oh, why did they have to stop and stare at her, whisper among themselves? All she wanted was to be invisible, not recognized like this. Never like this.

With hurried steps, she pushes the door straight ahead open not realizing she just interrupted an argument until the female Seeker states, "Dismiss that action and leave." She blinks up as the two soldiers there leave, the door shutting behind them.

Only then does she realize there are several people in the room. Of course, she's not hearing what is going on. Well that is until someone touches her shoulder, bringing her back to life.

"S-sorry! What were you saying?"

The Chantry man frowns get worse if that's even possible, "How do you expect to make an image out of her if she does not even listen? I stand by my word, chain and send her off to Val Royeaux to be judged!"

What?! Setting her jaws tight, the woman glares at the man, "Who do you think you are to decide my fate? You're not God so you have no right to judge me! And on top of that," she holds up her left hand which is glowing green slightly, "I have this thing that still does not explain what really happened! Then there's the Breach that's not permanently sealed, only temporary! You would have me judged and sentenced to death when I'm clearly the only one who can deal with the Breach? You are a fool!"

The entire room is quiet. Her anger got the best of her. No, she was sick and tired of it all, of putting up with everyone's shit. Fuck them all. That's how she feels. People are the reason why she killed herself in the first place. And even now people try to tell her how to live her life, that she should go and be judged and die again. She broke her promise to herself once, not to go down that dark road and go through with suicide.

Never again. Never again will she stand by and let people get to her. She should have sought out other people, got helped, but it was so hard and too much. Even now she knows it will be hell, if not worse and literally with the demons they fight, but she won't let anyone tell her how to live or ignore her in her cry of need ever again.

"Look, I don't know what you think sentencing me through judgement will solve, but right now we have more important matters. That giant green hole is still in the sky. I still have this thing," she raises her hand higher, "and no one knows what truly happened. So instead of being an idiot, let's put out heads together and figure this out."

All the man can do is huff in anger at having been humiliated. So, what else does he do but storm out of the room. The redhead woman merely stares at the door the man left through. She mumbles, "Idiot."

Turning around to face the other occupants, she's met with impressed expressions and a few smiles. Just staring at these people puts her off balance in the sense that this entire thing is surreal, like she's just dreaming but dreams sure don't hurt like this one. Okay, so this isn't a dream, decides the woman.

Cassandra merely has raised a brow, "I am impressed. Not many would talk to Chancellor Roderick like you have."

The Antivan woman chuckles, "As rude as that was, you did bring up several important points. Oh! Where are my manners! I am Lady Josephine Montilyet. You have already met Leliana Nightingale and Cassandra Pentaghast. Then this is Commander Cullen Rutherford."

This is still so surreal. Since Josephine introduced them all, it seems only fair to give her name, "Nice to formerly meet y'all. I'm Tanya."

Tanya, just Tanya. There was no reason for her to give a surname as in this reality she never existed. From now on she would remain as Tanya with no surname.

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