Magic, dwarves, and elves. Giants and dragons. They were supposed to be the stuff of fairytales. Things that Claire could read in her books. But now? It's all too frighteningly real. Now, she's caught up in a world, and a war, that's not her own. Where every day is a struggle to survive. To stay sane. Holding onto the hope that one day she'll be able to go home.

With a broken toe and a somewhat broken heart, a sheltered girl finds herself thrust into a world filled with templars and mages, rifts and demons, and a glowing green scar in the palm of her hand. (Modern OC. Slow build longfic w/ worldbuilding. Pairing not evident until Book III.)

Shepard knows that destroying the Reapers will kill her. Trouble is, she's never been good at dying. The explosion of dark energy from the Crucible thrusts Shepard into a totally different universe. Post ME3 ending, DA2 Act 2 beginning. Please note that this is not a FemShep/F!Hawke fic. THIS STORY HAS RECENTLY BEEN EDITED TO ALIGN WITH GAME CANON REVEALED IN DA:I

The spite of the spirits opened a door better left untouched. On the other hand, with Fire and Earth as one's allies, sometimes escaping is the easy part.