A/N - I want to apologize for not updating in a while. I've been a lot busy with my other story Just Being A Teen (also a YJ fanfic). But my plan now is to try to update this story at least once every two days. And since I know Dragon Age like the back of my hand the chapters will be easy as hell to write. So I'm letting you know I'm including the Dalish Warden Mahariel and a Female Human Noble, I'm still thinking on her name. And I'm going to make one of the team become a Grey Warden but I haven't decided on who just yet. Now I have talked way too long it's time to read.

Enjoy!

"Get your arrows ready!"

"How did Shems get inside the camp?"

"Why are they dressed that way?"

"Someone get Keeper Marethari!"

Dick opened his eyes and quickly found that he was surrounded by people with bows and arrows pointed right at him. He looked and saw that Wally was curled beside him on the right, and M'Gann was stirring on his left but nobody else seemed to be near them.

As Dick tried to rise one of the warriors raised a sword and said," don't even think about moving Shemlen!"

"Dude," he heard Wally groan. "What in the hell is a Shemlen?"

"Connor," M'Gann whispered slowly.

The warrior placed his sword closer to Dick's throat.

"I said don't move!"

"Calm down," cried Dick raising his hands. "We don't even know how we got here."

"Liars," screamed a woman holding a bow. "All Shemlen are liars."

"Okay could you stop calling us that," screamed Wally. "We're telling the truth, we don't know how we got here."

"It is weird how they just appeared out of no where," said an elderly looking man with pure white hair. "I believe the humans are telling the truth."

"Aren't you human too," asked M'Gann.

"Do we look human Shem," asked the lady with the bow.

Dick looked at all the people surrounding him. They looked human sure enough but one thing stood out. They all had very pointy ears, and tattoos. Everyone had a tattoo on their face; whether it covered part of the face or the entire face. There was no way.

"Are you…elves," asked Dick.

"By the Creators Shems are stupid!"

"Let's just kill them!"

"I say we burn them first!"

M'Gann linked them up psychically and said," I don't think we're going to make friends here."

"But where the hell is here," asked Wally.

"Good question," admitted Dick. "For now let's just convince them to let us go that way we don't have to hurt anyone."

-"Good plan dude"

-"I hope this works."

Dick said out loud," look we don't know how we got in your camp but obviously it was a mistake for us to end up here."

"We're willing to leave peacefully though," said M'Gann.

"Yeah we just want to find our friends," said Wally.

A girl with a stick on her back and stringy hair came forward.

"I think we should let them go," she said. "They haven't done us any harm; it wasn't their fault they just appeared within the camp."

"You don't know what I'm talking about Merrill," cried the man with the sword. "We should just get rid of them."

"I'm First to the Keeper, Fenarel," said Merrill. "You will show me some respect."

Sides began to get took. Some of the elves were siding with Merrill on letting the trio go, while most (unfortunately) were siding with Fenarel and decided that the three would be better off dead. Soon there was one loud shouting match going on, and in all the chaos Dick, M'Gann, and Wally stood up and attempted to leave quietly.

"They're escaping," cried Fenarel. He ran at Dick with his sword raised. Dick threw off his jacket revealing his utility belt strapped around him. He pressed a button and his escrima sticks fell out of the pocket. Fenarael was good with the sword but wasn't on Dick's level. He parried and with one escrima stick blow to the face knocked the elf to the ground.

"Fire," cried Fenarel wiping his bloody lip. The elves notched their bows and let loose a barrage of arrows. M'Gann's eyes glowed green and she raised her hand and all the arrows stopped mid air.

"She's a mage," cried a voice.

"What's a mage," M'Gann asked.

"Like a wizard or witch," said Wally.

"STOP THIS AT ONCE ALL OF YOU!"

Dick looked to see where the yell came from. A very elderly elven woman came forward. She was obviously in charge. The elves parted like the Red Sea when she approached.

"What is going on," she asked angrily. Upon seeing the trio she said," how did humans get in the camp?"

"We don't know Keeper," replied Merrill.

"At least she called us humans," said Wally. "Look lady we don't mean you and your followers any harm, we don't know how we got here, but we just want to leave."

The old elf looked them up and down and replied," I've never seen humans wear garments such as yours."

Dick looked down. He was in a T-shirt and black jeans, Wally in yellow shirt with the Flash symbol and blue jeans; M'Gann was wearing a purple blouse and matching skirt. How could she'd never seen an outfit like this? This was common.

"Perhaps they're from the human place called Orlais Marethari," said the old man.

"I think you're right Paivel," said the Keeper. "What are your names humans?"

"Promise not to harm us first," said Dick folding his arms.

"Everyone lower your weapons," ordered Marethari. Some of the elves hesitated but eventually the all complied. "Good enough young man?"

"Perfect. I'm Dick Grayson, that's Wally West, and M'Gann Morse."

"Your names are a mouthful," said Paivel.

"Yeah and this whole situation is a lot to swallow," said Wally. "I think it's time that we left your hospitality."

"We will not stop you," said Marethari. "Tis been a strange day indeed. One of our hunters disappears, and another is brought back by a human."

That caught Dick's attention.

"What did this human look like," he asked. "We're missing some friends, was he about our age?"

"No I'm sorry. He was an older man with armor and a ponytail," said Merrill. "Thank the Creators he brought Mahariel back to us alive today. It's a pity that weren't able to locate Tamlen."

"This is getting weird," said Wally.

"I agree," said Dick. "I trust the elves not to harm us now, but I'd rather find out who this other "human" is. Maybe he can help us find the others."

"Uh Keeper Marethari," asked M'Gann. "Would it be okay for the three of us to meet this human? If he cannot tell us where our friends are, we'll leave the camp immediately. And if he can tell us where they are, we'll leave with him. Either way, you'll be rid of us."

Keeper Marethari thought about it for a second and then said," I don't see why not. Just stay close to me and you should be safe within the camp. As for the rest of you, I'm sure that you have something to do. We're packing up today so get moving."

Everyone bowed to Marethari and then went their separate ways.

As they walked to Marethari's tent M'Gann asked," so you guys are really elves?"

"You must've hit your head pretty hard young lady," said Marethari with a smile. "We are elves aye that's true. But we aren't like the City Elves who bow down and accept the humans as their rulers. We are the Dalish Elves, the Wandering Folk, and we shall never submit again."

Dick thought to himself why did Dalish sound so familiar.

When the got inside the Keeper's tent or Aravel she called it they found a young dark skinned elf with his raven black hair braided into a pony tail. He was the only elf in the camp without a tattoo on his face, but he did have a scar doing down his left eye. It was faded so it had been there for quite some time. At the moment he was completely naked and in the process of getting dressed.

"Keeper I how know much you love a strapping you elf lad," he said lifting a cloth to conceal himself. "But do you think I could have a wee bit of privacy? You can leave the young Shem if you want though, she's very pretty."

Marethari glared and M'Gann blushed furiously and they both left to wait outside while Dick and Wally just turned around.

"So Shemlen in the camp," they heard the elf say. "What will the Keeper think of next? Halla in the baths? The Dread Wolf eating dinner with us? Mating with City Elves?"

"Can you at least please tell us what Shemlen means," asked Wally.

"A Shemlen with manners? Well they don't make too many of those in these times. Shemlen is the elven word or human."

"You don't seem to hate us," said Dick. "Not that I'm complaining, but why don't you hate us?"

"The others hate you because they fear you. I don't because I don't see a reason to, and therefore I can be myself around you. Not to mention myself is very funny, sarcastic, a dangerous fighter, and can make a mean chicken stew. You can turn around now."

Dick and Wally turned and saw the elf had on leather pants and now he was putting on leather armor that was tinged with purple.

"I didn't know that purple was a guys color," said Wally.

"Last time I checked yellow wasn't either. And where did you get those weird clothes anyway?"

"Long story dude."

"I don't know what a dude is at all, but my name is Mahariel. Think you can use it?"

"Fair enough I'm Wally and this is Dick."

Mahariel got ready to throw the top of his armor back on when winced in pain.

"Shit," he grumbled rubbing his left side. "Damn thing still stings."

"Are you okay," asked Dick.

"Yeah but this scar will teach me not to allow myself to get flanked anymore. Although if Merrill was half as good with her spells as she boasted; this wouldn't have happened. Forgot the incantation for a lightning spell my ass, she let this happen on purpose. She'd better be lucky that she's a freak in the tent."

"Oh my god," said Wally his face turning red.

"I'm sorry," said Mahariel with a chuckle. "Too vulgar for you? My god don't Shemlen males talk about stuff like this? I mean how old are you guys?"

"I'm 18 and Wally's 21. And Normally that's our human females who talk about stuff like that," said Dick. "But occasionally males talk too. You just caught us off guard. We barely know you."

"Your Dick, he's Wally, and I'm Mahariel. We're all friends here." Mahariel winced again and gently rubbed his side. Dick looked at his left side and he could see a very nasty gash.

"What in the hell made that," asked Wally.

"Cute little thing called a Darkspawn," gasped Mahariel. "Pray to whatever gods humans have that you never have to tangle with those fuckers." He threw his armor back on and grabbed his sword and shield off the ground and strapped them to his back.

"Shall we," he said exiting the tent.

Wally smirked and said," I like him a lot."

"Only because he reminds you of yourself," replied Dick. They left the tent and Dick was shocked at what he saw next. It was the man who had killed the Darkspawn in at the start of the game.

"Dude do you two recognize him too," asked Wally. "He's the guy that killed that thing in our new game Dick."

"Where did Klarion send us," asked M'Gann.

"Did he send us into the game? Remember Mahariel said a Darkspawn slashed him?"

"Only Zatanna will know for sure," said Dick. "She started freaking out when Klarion was casting that spell."

Greetings young one my name is Duncan," said the armored man. "I understand that you apparently fell from the sky."

"That's putting it mildly," said Wally. "I'm Wally, that's Dick, and that's M'Gann.

"How are you doing Mahariel any better," asked Marethari. "Are you in any pain?"

"I feel like death, could use a back rub, a hot plate of food," started Mahariel. "And a nice elven girl to whisper the story of the Dread Wolf in my ear while she rubs my chest. But other than that, I'm just fine."

"Duncan says that the Darkspawn poisoned you today."

"Well that poison could be why I'm feeling like death Keeper."

Wally and Dick both laughed.

"He has a remedy for it, although I don't like it."

"You can cure the poison," asked M'Gann.

"No unfortunately I can't," said Duncan.

For the first time since Dick met the elf, Mahariel got very serious.

"So I'm going to die," he asked.

"Not if you're lucky," replied Duncan. "If you were to join the Grey Wardens we could halt the poison that flows in your veins."

"Can't you just give me the cure here Duncan?"

"I'm sorry Mahariel but the cure is a secret. If you wish to live you'll have to come with me."

"Do you think Duncan is telling the truth," asked Wally.

"He's got no reason to lie to him," said Dick. "If leaving is the only way he can stay alive then Mahariel needs to leave."

"Keeper are you sure about this," asked Mahariel. "Can't you do something?"

"I've done all that I could with my magic Mahariel, but even I only barely slowed it. I'd rather you live far away than die near us Mahariel," she admitted. She grabbed his face in her hands and said," you have to go with Duncan Da'len."

Mahariel sighed and then said," well when do we leave?"

"Duncan," asked Wally. "Have you seen any humans about our age dressed like us?"

"I'm afraid not Dick," admitted the old man.

Dick sighed. They were in a video game that neither him nor Wally had beaten with no way to contact the league. And eventually he was going to run out of gadgets to use with no way to replenish them. They were truly on their own.

"Well do you mind if we travel with you," asked M'Gann.

"The roads are dangerous my friends," admitted Duncan. "I'm afraid you can't count on Mahariel and myself to protect you."

Wally ran up to Mahariel disarmed and tripped him and Dick quickly pressed a foot onto the elf's throat and pulled out on of his gadgets from his belt.

"Whoa this is not a jest," choked Mahariel. "I think they can protect themselves Duncan." Dick smiled and helped Mahariel up. "Where did you learn moves like that?"

"Let's just say that I had a good teacher," replied the Boy Wonder.

"When are we leaving sir," asked M'Gann.

"Just Duncan and we leave immediately," he replied. We're going to be stopping in Highever first though. It's about a two day walk from here; and then we'll be heading to Ostagar to meet up with King Cailan, Teynr Loghain, and the rest of the army."

"For a large battle," asked Wally. He zoomed around them really quickly.

"Damn you're fast," admired Mahariel.

"Tell me something I don't already know."

"You talk like a girl?"

"Yeah well… HEY!"

Duncan spoke loudly to draw attention to himself again. "The first thing we are going to do however is stop in the nearest town and get you three some clothes. You'll stand out like a dwarf in those."

"Holy shit," cried Wally. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

"I want to go home," sighed M'Gann.

"The quicker we find Zatanna the quicker we get out of here," replied Dick.

As the group left the Dalish Camp, Mahariel looked at the trio.

"This should be interesting," he said with a devilish grin.

A/N - So there you have it. The next chapter will be in Highever and I'll probably post it in a few hours after I've had time to think about it. And I promise I shall include Arl Howe's betrayal.