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Chapter Two

"Your power of observation always astounds me Sera," I heard Dorian say. Why would Sera go with them? It was always Bull, Dorian, and Cassandra. I closed my eyes again, waiting for this hallucination to go away.

"She must have passed out," Branwen informed the group. I heard someone step by my head and felt them lean over me. I tried to keep my breathing steady, and not gasp from the pain.

"Human," Solas told them. "I can't tell where from though. Her clothing isn't like any I have seen."

"Let's just leave her," Sera sighed. "I'm bored. We don't need any more humans anyhow." I felt a kick in my back and I cried out in pain.

That kick was enough to know this was happening. I opened my eyes, recognizing the hairless shape of Solas. Seeing him, not through video game graphics and real life anatomy was hypnotizing. "Fuck," I muttered.

Solas' attention turned to me and he seemed to almost be studying me. I know you and all your dirty little secrets, I thought to myself. "Inquisitor, she's awake." I sucked in a cry as I tried to move, my body rejecting any move I make.

Branwen dropped to her knee in front of me, observing me. "Solas, a potion please." Solas reached into his pack and handed it to her. "Here." She uncorked the bottle putting the potion to my lips. I reached up a shaky arm, the movement sending sharp pains throughout my whole body. As soon as the first sip was swallowed, the pain began to dim. When it was gone, I felt only bruised. I pushed myself into a sitting position, finally able to process words.

"Can we go now?" Sera asked annoyed.

"We can't just leave her here. Why was she in a rift to begin with?" Branwen asked, turning to Solas.

"I can't say. The only person I knew to walk out of a rift was you." His eyes studied me again and I felt myself blush.

"Maybe she could tell you," Dorian suggested. I turned to look at the real life Dorian, excitement in my veins. He was exactly what I thought he would look like if I met him on the street. I needed to be his best friend. I was determined.

"I don't really know how to explain this to you or if you are even real," I began, my voice a little scratchy. "I didn't think the rift was real, but when I went to touch it, I got transported here." I looked around deciding where we could be at based on the scenery. Somewhere in Thedas. "I have to be imagining this."

"Transported here from where?" Solas asked.

"Um, Earth." I didn't know how much to tell him or if I should let on that I knew them and everything there was to know about them. When in doubt, play dumb. "I'm from a totally different world. Dimension? Plane?" I tried to think of the right words. "Where I'm from magic doesn't exist. This place, elves, and mystical magical scary demons and monsters are just stories. Made up." Leaha's scream echoed in my brain. "I have to get back."

"I do believe she hit her head rather hard when she fell," Dorian laughed. I felt annoyed and I turned to glare at him.

"Crazy or not, can we go?" Sera whined.

"She could be lying," Solas suggested to Branwen. "A good story for a spy sent here to obtain information on the inquisiton."

"You think I'm the liar?" I growled. I was at a very much disapprove status with Solas.

"We should take her back and I'll have my advisors and Cassandra talk with her," Branwen informed the group. She stood up, her rogue armor even more amazing in person. I needed that outfit. "What's your name?" Her eyes almost a very pale blue in reality.

"Kassy." I answered, standing up. My body feeling as if I was doing weights all day yesterday. "So am I your prisoner or?"

Branwen tilted her head, taking me in again. "I wouldn't use the word prisoner."

"I would," Sera interjected.

"Lovely," I sighed. Might as well go along with it. As long as I don't go in front of the Inquisitor to be judged. I was one of those players who unless they gave you a power up or something like that, they were put to death. I regret some gaming options right now.

"That's the spirit," Dorian teased.

"I wasn't expecting to head to Skyhold so soon, but at least we didn't get to the Western Approach before finding her." Branwen began walking north, and I knew I was not going to be ready for this journey.

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"Kassy? Is that short for a different name?" Dorian asked, as we all tracked our way through the woods. Sera exclaimed in excitement as she found an odd flower…what was that? Solas and Branwen walked together in companionable silence in front of us, occasionally looking back to look at me.

"Kassandra," I replied quickly. "My mom loved the name. Read it in a book."

Dorian's eyes lit with amusement. "Are you sure you don't prefer being called Kassandra?"

I shook my head, knowing he wanted to make some mischief at Skyhold. "I always thought it sounded to fancy for me." I saw his amusement dwindle a little. "I never caught your name."

"Dorian." His reply was almost like a proclamation. My inner geek giggled.

"Well Dorian, if you prefer, you could call me Kassandra instead. It does sound like a more official name, doesn't it? A name some one important would have." I saw the amusement come back to him and he laughed.

"If only you knew," he chuckled. In my head I heard a Dorian slightly approves. "Kassy will do though. No use in pretending to be someone you're not for my amusement." His smile remained as his attention went to Sera who was now searching for something behind a tree. "Before falling from a rift, what did you do for a living?"

I was so not prepared for this. What was the equivalent to nanny in Dragon Age world? Besides, why would I chose to be a nanny here. Think of something cool, but not unbelievable. Also not spy. I don't want to die. "Bard," I found myself saying. That felt right. I knew enough songs to get by with that. Also, some guitar. All my D&D characters were bards too.

"I find that surprising," he said as he took in my outfit. "You don't seem to be…dressed for the part."

I laughed at that. "I wasn't planning on falling through a rift and doing any performances today." Or walking 100 miles. I already felt my body yelling at me in anger with every step I took. "In fact, I planned on just chilling on my couch and…" play Dragon Age I finished in my head. "…read a book." Lame. You are lame. Does he even know what chilling means?

"I see," he drawled. "And those daggers you have on your belt?"

I forgot about the daggers. I looked down and saw them still peace tied from going to the Ren Faire. I wasn't planning on actually using them during our session. Think fast Kassy. "Fashion statement." I lied. It was Dorian. He understood fashion statements right?

"Ah yes. I heard decorative daggers is the it in high fashion right now." Sarcasm dripped from every word. "Shame staffs aren't in demand. I look rather dashing with one."

"Mr. Sass," I muttered. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I was probably going to die here. If I didn't get beheaded by Branwen, I was going to die fighting a demon or any creature. Why didn't I try learning swordplay or archery. I rocked as an Inquisitor with a bow. Hmmm…crossbow? Didn't Varric say it was easy to use and that's why dwarfs couldn't use them? "I bet you look dashing in anything Dorian."

"Andraste tits come back here," Sera yelled, almost shoving me over on her chase of a small animal.

"Right you are," he chuckled.

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We must not have been as far from Skyhold as I thought we would be. Branwen announced we would be reaching Skyhold the next day by mid afternoon. I felt relief and panic go through my brain at once. Relief from the constant walking and panic at what would happen once we got there.

The food of choice was what to be expected. They hunted and collected berries along the journey. I never witnessed someone kill a ram as aggressively as Dorian. Even in game. I stood awkwardly in the back, my daggers taken from me when Solas heard I had them. "Until we are certain." Stupid wolf.

So I sat on a rock, watching them chase a ram and then skin it. So here, there wasn't a carcass of bones for you to pick up. You actually had to do the work. Figures. Solas started the fire and the four companions sat and talk. Solas only interjected a few times, while the other three chatted animatedly.

I observed the snow around me, trying to take in as much as possible. I knew that I probably looked a mess. I hadn't brushed my hair in the past week, my clothing was dirty, and my "bath" was a quick jump in the river. At least my hair wasn't super greasy. I turned to look at the other four and how they looked in comparison.

Dorian was a little dirty on the bottom of his cloaks and his hair slightly tousled. Sera was covered in mud, leaves, and there was some berry stains on her pants from her searches. Her hair was slightly greasy and I felt a little grossed out by her. Branwen had her intricately braided hair that had a couple pieces falling out, that only enhanced her elven beauty. The dream look was what I made Branwen to be. Besides covered in dust and some blood stains, she seemed to fit the role of Inquisitor well. Solas seemed to have kept his outfit to perfection. As if he never went outside. Must be his god powers.

"Care to entertain us with a song?" Dorian's voice broke me from my thoughts. "She's a bard apparently," he informed Branwen with a wink.

"A bard?" Branwen's voice held the same disbelief Dorian had. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say "That's the lie you chose to tell?" Yes. Yes it is.

"Yes," I replied confidently. Play the part. "What kind of song did you have in mind?"

"Something that will bring tears to my eyes," he said with a half smile. "You can tell if someone is a good bard if they bring tears to your eyes, or tingles down your spine. Well, spine and other regions."

I ran through the songs I knew by heart in my head. What one was sad or spine tingling. At that moment, the only "sad" song I could think of was If I die Young by The Band Perry. I sat up a little straighter, and took a deep breath.

I began the song with my usual passion, closing my eyes to help remember the words. As I neared the chorus I looked up at the starry sky, not wanting to look at the others and break my concentration and get stage fright. I continued eventually, letting myself be completely lost in the words and it fueled me to be that much more passionate, even nailing that high note at the end. "So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls," I finished softly. I knew I wasn't the best singer, but I could get away with passing as someone who sings for money.

I finally looked at them and I was surprised by the reactions. Solas had a small smile on his face and confusion in his eyes. Sera seemed like she wanted to not show she enjoyed it so she had an odd half frown, half smile going on. Dorian sat with a smile on his face, genuine surprise in his eyes. Branwen had her mouth open in surprise before smiling as well. "Spine chills," Dorian whispered to Branwen.

"I must say, I am surprised," Branwen said. "It was unlike any of the songs the bards sing here."

"You wrote that?" Solas asked, his eyebrows high.

If I was going to play the part might as well take the credit. I doubt The Band Perry would here about me singing in Thedas anyhow. "Yes. Based on a true story," I replied, my voice confident.

He studied me for a moment, I was guessing to see if I was lying. I held my chin up and kept my eyes steady on him. "Your story? You think you will be dying young?"

I shrugged and brushed my hair from face. "If I do, then I have a pretty awesome song prepared."

Dorian and Branwen laughed and Solas didn't seem amused. "Fair enough."

The conversation between Branwen, Sera, and Dorian started up again. I felt Solas' eyes on me and I turned giving him a "I know your secret" look. He seemed puzzled by that, the fire making him seem almost mystical. I pretended to have my attention on the trio's conversation. I knew I was in for a lot of trouble when we got to Skyhold tomorrow. If I learned one thing from Dragon Age, Cassandra interrogations weren't pleasant.

Makers breath, how did I get myself into this situation?