A/N: I apologize to any readers out there that were expecting an update to my other story. I have had a major block due to school, medical emergencies & scares, and now I'm taking care of my grandparents 24/7, ages 93 and 88. I don't know if I'll ever get back to the other story, but this one has been running around my mind for a while now and I now have some time and motivation to type it out. I don't know how often I'll be able to update this story, but I'll try my hardest. So, without further ado, enjoy!

Note: Any and all Elvish used in this story come from FenxShiral on AO3. You are awesome dude!

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Dragon Age! That honor goes to BioWare. The only things that I own are my Inquisitor and the plot. Do you really think that I'd be writing fanfiction about this if I owned it?

"Hello"- normal speech

'Hello'- normal thought

"Andaran Atishan"- Elvhen

'Hello'- telepathic communication

Prologue- The Unknown

Darkness is all around me. No, not darkness, but shades of green bleed into it, giving a misty effect to the unusual landscape. Masses of rock float in this nothingness, like eerie islands isolated by this ocean of shadows and green. Paths twist and turn with no clear destination in sight, and it seems that I am the unfortunate wanderer forever doomed to traverse its dismal paths.

"Where am I?" I ask myself as I look around me in a slight daze. What I am seeing around me makes no sense to me. I start walking down the only path that is in front of me.

As I continue to walk in this nothingness of green mists and shadow, with no clear destination in mind, a strange feeling starts to creep into my chest. A feeling, that even if I were to be free from wherever it is I am, that my life will never be the same.

My life. Or what of it that I can remember. I know that my memories only go back to 8 months ago, when I was found by Keeper Deshanna of Clan Lavellan wandering the forest near their camp. I had no memories and only spoke Elvhen. It was Keeper Deshanna that taught me the Common Tongue, and Clan Lavellan that taught me how to survive in this world that I could no longer remember.

The Clan. That's right! I had left them to go somewhere. A favor to repay the clan that took me in. Somewhere important, but now that thought fades from my mind. 'What was I...?'

My fragmented thinking is interrupted by a wolf howling. "Fenedhis!" I jump as it frightens me, making me wish that I had a weapon on me, but then relax as I realize that it's not the howl of a wolf on the hunt. I feel like it's wanting me to find it, to follow it. The howl sounded faint, which means that it is far off in the distance. I turn towards to where the sound came from and start walking. Walking in this forever-seeming path that twists and turns, trying to confuse and mislead me. The howl sounds again. I correct my course and continue walking towards it.

After what seems like hours- or days? It's hard to discern time here- there is only one path before me and standing in that path is a wolf like no other that I have ever seen. It is large, as least as tall as my shoulders, with a coat as dark as night and a pair of red eyes that glow with power. It simply looks at me, as if assessing me, before it turns and lopes off onto the path before us. I hurry to follow, breaking into a brisk run to keep up with it. I notice that every now and then it turns it's head, as if to make sure that I am still following it.

Suddenly, after a long while of following it, the wolf stops in it's tracks to face me. I have to backpedal on my heels in order to prevent myself from crashing into it. I still need to take a few steps back in order put a respectable distance between myself and the wolf that just continues to stare at me. Our eyes lock, one in confusion and the other with an otherworldly calm. Red into purple, our eyes remain locked as the wolf starts to take slow steps towards me. I freeze in place, one part in fear, the other in trepidation on what it is planning to do.

Up close it is even larger than I thought it would be. It stops right in front of me and stares down at me for a long moment, a strange intelligence in its gaze. I start to feel uncomfortable and want to shift my weight from leg to leg, and an itch in my left palm that begs to be scratched, but I do neither as I continue to stare up at its lupine face. The wolf huffs and lets out a large puff of air into my face and I... wake up.

A/N: So, what do you guys think? Just a little teaser of a prologue before we get into the grit of it. Please excuse the shortness and choppiness of the chapter. It's been almost 4 years since I've written anything and my brain is running dry. I am warning you all now, that from here on out that the story will practically be transcribed from the game, with the only difference being what my plot will do and my Inquisitor's personality. Read and review to let me know what you think of this. Whitewolf3190 signing off!