Okay so here is chapter Three of To Fade, sorry about the wait I just didn't feel like writing recently, well that is until I saw the number of followers and favorites I have for this story, I know I really don't have too many but the fact that are people who have enjoyed it means a lot. Another reason I felt like writing is I got my very first review and PM from a story of mine :D. A big thanks to Madgormley for those!

Oh and to once again answer your question, Serana is not based off the Serana from Skyrim's Dawnguard. Serana is based off my real life girlfriend, and Serana really is her name. Although using the image of Skyrim's Serana in your head as a mental image for the character is just fine because that Skyrim character really resembles her in real life.

Once again please Rate and Reviews to, and Dragon Age belongs to BIOWARE not me ): .

And all thoughts will be italicized. For those of you who do not have and elvish memorized here's a link wiki/Elven_language

"Aggggh." With a heavy groan I could feel myself beginning to wake up. The first thing I noticed as I regained consciousness was a sharp pain in my right hand, slowly I open my eyes to check on my hand and the first thing I see is an arrowhead mere inches away from my throat.

Snapping fully awake, I scrabble backwards to get away when I feel something sharp dig into my back. Turning my head I see the point of a very long curved blade pressed against my spine.

Throwing myself forward with a cry of "What the Fuck!" I leap to my feet and spin around to see myself surrounded by half a dozen figures covered in worn leather armor, all wielding fully drawn bows, their eyes locked onto my throat.

Clearing whatever grogginess I had left in my head I now began to take in the details of those around me. I was surrounded on all ends by a group of people with heights between 5-5'9, most had similar brownish blonde hair with a few exceptions of bright blonde. Each individual had a different tattoo on their face. A similar working of different intricate patterns in a variety of dark colors. Not a single one of the people surrounding me seemed to be overly different from anyone else in the group, all except one that is.

A stunning figure in the same worn leather as the others stood before me. One major difference stood out, while all the people surrounding me were without a doubt male, this one was female. Her hair was a deep flame red contrasting sharply with the plain blond and brown she was surrounded with. Her eyes were a deep green that seemed to match the towering pines around us.

A tattoo on her forehead was woven in a complicated pattern and moved down the bridge of her nose complimenting her angular, cat like features. On her back a long curved dagger was slung and in her hand she held the sword that had been pressed against my back.

She was short at around 5'5 and had a small thin frame but I could see that she could easily kick my ass repeatedly and not break a sweat. The most striking feature though was her expression, a thick scowl layered with contempt that froze the blood in my veins. I had never seen such blatant hate.

"What are you doing here Shem?" A voice that could have been soft but instead was a low menacing growl escaped her lips. Shem? Wait... Looking for the first time at the ears of those surrounding me I noticed how they moved up to a sharp point. I was surrounded by a group of Dalish Elves. What the Fuck! First desire demons and now fucking elves? Did I end up in Dragon Age somehow? Think Thomas use your inner nerd.

"Emma abelas hahren, I do not know." I say digging through my memory for little amount of the language I memorized as the mighty Dragon Age nerd I am. "I only awoke here just now, I don't know how I got here, I just wanted to find my friend I ended up getting sent here."

The shock they felt at a human knowing part of their language was evident, their eyes flicker towards one another and looks of confusion and even fear passed across their faces. All except for the girl in front of me, her scowl deepened and she crouched down pressing her blade against my throat.

"How is it you know our language?" she asked pressing the blade further into my throat until a small amount of blood welled up against the blade.

Hoping I wasn't about to get my throat slit I moved my head back to speak. "Hamin please, I mean no harm, where I am from there are some who seak to learn about those different than ourselves."

Judging by the look in her eyes the words I whipped out of my ass as a last ditch effort to bullshit my way out of being skewered didn't work. The look a hatred never left her face and she moved her arm back to strike.

"Lethallan stop!" Turning my voice to the sound of the voice I turn to see one of the hunters putting his bow on his back and stepping forwards to the elf in front of me. " We should bring him to the keeper , didn't she say that someone like this would come, that Asha'belannar warned of this."

Looking at the face of my sort of rescuer I thought it was strange that I found this blond elf familiar. "Very well Tamlen. We will take him to the Keeper." Tamlen! He's from the Dalish Origin in Dragon Age... Holy shit.. I'm in fucking Dragon Age. After these thoughts crossed my mind I turned towards Tamlen "Ma Serannas hahren." I say nodding my thanks to him.

Expecting a positive reaction I was surprised when a fist collided with the side of my face, "Quiet Shem, I'm not doing this for you." Hanging my head I suddenly remembered that the voice, Fade as it called itself, promised to send me to wherever Serana was.

"Wait! Ar nuvenin ma falon. Was there a girl here? The one I was searching for." Tamlen and the Girl shared a look before pointing to where two Dalish hunters were carrying someone. Slumped in their arms was a Serana, all evidence of the fire gone from her, any burns and soot were gone as if they had never been there. Sprinting towards them ignoring the cries of the hunters I scooped her up and began checking for a pulse. Letting out a sigh of relief as I found one I turned to face Tamlen and the rest of the elves. "I will carry her." I said firmly leaving no room for argument. Looking down at my hand for the first time I could see large claw marks had torn the flash of my hand and I was dripping blood onto the ground below. Pushing the pain down I lifted Serana just a little higher and adjusted my arms so as not to cover her in blood.

"Very well, lets go Shem." The red haired elf spoke as she turned of her heel and began walking through the trees. The other Hunters began to follow, and Tamlen turned to look at me and I might of imagined it but I could see the faintest traces of pity in his eyes.

"Walk Shem"

With that I began walking after the elves, following the angry warrior I swallowed my fear of what was to come and looked down to the sleeping figure in my arms. Projecting my thoughts towards her softly "I found you Serana, I found you. Rest for now, I'll take care of you I promise, I won't fail again, I WILL protect you this time. I swear..." Promising myself that I would not fail to save her again I dragged my feet and disappeared into the trees.

I will not fail, I will protect her, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail,I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail, I will not fail...

Man was that Chapter difficult to write, even now I don't think it turned out so well.

I would really appreciate any reviews on how I did this chapter and the story as a whole. It would mean a lot to a new writer like myself. I hope to have the next Chapter done soon and will post ASAP. Enjoy your day, afternoon, night or whenever you happen to be reading this .