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(One)

Being trained not to break under torture and actually putting that into practice were two different things. It helped that by this point she was numb to the pain although even that couldn't stop the blood pooling under her body. She'd spent twenty years fighting for her country only to be caught and tortured, but what other end was there for a spy. Still, it sucked she'd never get to see her children grow up or hear her husband tell his horrible jokes when she woke up. It had only been for a moment but the idea of seeing her family again had almost been enough to make her talk too bad her pride refused to give her any allowances.

When she'd taken this job she'd already been ready to die however that didn't mean she liked it. Well if she was already dying, she might as well take some of them with her after all who would bother to pay attention to the dying woman. Sitting up slowly she ignored the bolt of pain that rushed through her body. The fool that had decided to give her a slow death had left his tools out in the open. Letting her fingers curl around the curved blade he'd used to cut open her arms she stood slowly. If she was going to die then it would be on her terms.

She didn't hesitate when she lunged. The day she'd taken this job she'd chosen death either for herself or her enemies. She made the choice long before this moment but she would never regret it not even when the blade tore through the fool's neck with a ruthless certainty. Warm, sticky, blood colored her hands red just as the door tore open; the cruel grin she aimed at her captors was enough to make them pale.

Strong, powerful, ruthless do you want another chance?

The grin on her face didn't fade even as her body turned cold. Her limbs were heavy in the way that confirmed she was going to die. Still, she tore apart the bodies in front of her easily; to her, they weren't human they were nothing more than a target. She was good at killing targets. Holding a body against her she smirked at the gunman who scowled. The cold order for her to let him go was nothing to her. Pulling the blade over his throat the gleeful expression on her face didn't change as her head jerked back the sound of gunfire touched her hair for only a moment then nothing.

Yes.

"Then wake up, honestly you humans are so fragile."

Opening her eyes slowly, she flinched back at the ice blue eyes that met her own. Flinching back she almost screamed. It wasn't every day that a dragon appeared in front of her. Given that she was dead, there was no point in fooling herself about that fact, it stood to reason this was either some kind of post-death dream or this dragon was a higher being. Narrowing her eyes she frowned a bit at the idea of never seeing her family again. Her chest ached at the fact, but she pushed it down. When she became a soldier she'd known that death might come for her. There was nothing she'd rather do than go home, however, getting a second chance was just as welcome.

"Hello," she said softly. Shoving back her emotions like she'd been trained she offered the dragon a small smile that she didn't feel.

"My worshipers would be tossing themselves at my feet right now."

"Should I copy them?"

For a moment the dragon was silent giving her the impression that her sarcasm was not appreciated, then it laughed. As in it threw its head back with a roar that almost vibrated the air around them. Shivering a little at the sound she couldn't keep herself from bristling although she did try. It was simply an instinctive reaction to either react with aggression or submission in the face of a predator so much stronger than her. Noticing immediately the dragon grinned showing every single one of their razor-sharp teeth. Its black and red scales shifted as it laid down slowly with its head resting on it's forearms.

"They were boring, I'd much rather have someone like you."

"Me?"

The fact she even pointed at herself seemed to amuse the being before her. A rumbling chuckle left it as its tail curled around its body.

"Of course, the last one to catch my interest was a lot like you."

"You know nothing about me," she stated despite the amusement she sensed from the creature. She knew enough not to trust a creature she just met. Tilting her head when it seemed to grow even more interested in her.

"I do, you fought your entire life for a cause that you believed in even putting it before your family."

"So?"

That wasn't exactly something she was proud of.

"Now you fight for me."

"I never agreed to that," she said sharply. A rumbling laugh met her words, but it held a cruel edge.

"But you did. You will become the vessel for my soul, one that was thought to be destroyed."

"Vessel, you want to live again is that it."

"No, my time has passed but my power has to go somewhere," it stated. A dark glint passed through those eyes causing her to stiffen but the dragon only grinned. Almost as if it was looking forward to watching her death. Breathing out a sigh the dragon said, "since that foolish Grey Warden absorbed my soul it's sat here in limbo unable to do more than watching the world pass by. I would gladly die however my power keeps me tethered here. You will absorb my power releasing the conscious part of my soul."

"Why me?"

"You and three others were chosen to carry our power and prevent the end of my world."

"So this isn't just about releasing you," she said allowing a smirk to cross her face.

"Of course not, I may be dead but I'm still a god."

"What's the threat?"

"I cannot say or you will try to deal with it instantly, only one of you will know the threat ahead."

Was it just her or had the dragon lost its amusement? Sharp aggression flashed through its eyes followed by a growl that took her breath away. Wait, it had just said there was more than one person being granted power. That meant there was more than one dragon having this exact same conversation with someone else. She'd spent enough time in a team to know that having all the information was impossible, but that didn't mean that she liked the idea of being left in the dark.

"Who?"

"Agree and you shall meet your partners soon," it stated. The bargain almost caused her to frown but she pushed it back.

"Very well, I'd rather inherit your power than sit here doing nothing," she said trying not to give away how annoyed she was at the moment.

"As Dumat God of Silence, I relinquish my power to you, try to get along with your new siblings."

"I'll try, but that's asking a lot."

(Two)

There was no hesitation in his movements although he felt dread curling in his chest. Eyeing the bodies on the floor he knew that this was the end, his final job. His final moment, just one instant, and he regretted it all. There was something dark and twisted in his pain yet as long as he lived, he would never let go of his pride. This job was his own, his place in the world. He fought for people who didn't care about him; got his hands bloody on orders that he couldn't fight. There was nothing left for him to fight for in this world.

Cold, cruel, loyal, do you want a second chance?

He'd been given an order; kill everyone in this house. It was too much for him to keep living after killing children. Born and raised an assassin. Taught to destroy never to heal. There had never been a choice for him in the first place so why did it feel as if he was burning. Gritting his teeth he dropped the can of gasoline without hesitation then he lit a match and dropped it. Walking away from the burning house he took a breath. His feet felt like lead but he kept moving. Raising an eyebrow at the killing squad waiting for him he raised his gun.

He'd known the instant he finished the job that it was nothing more than a trap, he was going to die. One final job then he would be free; ironic that the freedom wasn't what he intended. The cackles of the man who couldn't resist gloating were cut off by the bullet that buried itself in his forehead. For a long moment, everyone froze then the shooting started.

Yes.

"Great, so you going to wake up or not?"

"The fuck?"

Blinking at the honest to god dragon that sat in front of him, there was really nothing else for him to do but try to shoot the thing. The only issue was that he didn't have weapons or anything rather the only thing that happened was the thing bursting into laughter. The banging of its tail on the ground almost seemed to cause an earthquake sending him to his knees. What the hell was going on here? Sending a cold glare at the beast only made its amusement grow until a rumbling laugh filled the air. Shifting back, he winced pushing back to his feet.

"Yo, good to meet you!"

It sounded like a child finding a new toy for the first time. Frowning since he knew that he was the new toy in this scenario, it was hard not to lash out at the Dragon. Part of him wanted to scream and shout but that wasn't an option right now. It wasn't as if anything would change if he decided to lose control.

"What the hell are you?"

"A god."

"Sure about that," he asked. The disintrest in his voice was enough to make the creature grin at him.

"What else would I be?"

"I'm not answering that."

He knew a trap when he heard one. There was no way that he'd fall for that; he wasn't an idiot. This dragon was, he knew that better than he knew anything else. He'd met enough fools to know one when he saw it.

"Damn I was hoping to get you with that, anyway I'm gonna need you to take my power now."

"What?"

"Yep, you take my power, get reincarnated, and save the world, not a bad deal right!"

"I need you to stop and explain."

"Why?"

"Explain."

"Fine, there's a thing trying to end the world so you need to save it by doing another thing."

Staring at the beast, he groaned. The thing was one of those people, wasn't it? Running a hand through his hair, he wanted to scream.

"That isn't explaining."

"All you need to do is keep the little one safe."

Stilling at the bit of information, he narrowed his gaze. So there were going to be more people reincarnating with him. Apparently someone younger than him too. There was also the fact the idiot dragon seemed to become serious for a moment. So this little one was important, he needed answers now instead of random tidbits of information. He wasn't the best person to protect someone either considering all he was good at was killing. Unless this little one needed him to commit mass murder; that was something he could do.

"Who's the little one," he asked hoping that the dragon would give a straight answer.

"She's the youngest, think of her as your little sister."

"Will she be able to give me answers?"

"Maybe, anyway I'll be leaving now."

"Your bailing!"

"I Zazikel God of Chaos relinquish my power to you, have fun dude," it said with a wink of its light almost white green eyes. Narrowing his gaze he almost screamed as its wing waved at him while he began vanishing. Eye twitching, he simmered as the dragon gave one final warning, "oh, and try not to get mixed up with those griffin knights they can be trouble!"

"I fucking hate you!"

(Three)

There was a gun pressed against his spine. Fucking hell. It burned to be right. Dropping all pretense of being his loyal partner the one man he trusted held a loaded gun against his skin. The blankets were still in a ball at the foot of the bed along with their clothes. Why? Closing his eyes for a moment he wanted to scream however he refused. He always refused to let go of his ironclad control. It was panic and pain that made him grit his teeth.

The logical thing to do would be to stay silent or beg for his life instead a taunt dipped with acid fell from his lips. It did nothing but cause a laugh. Everything he did was for nothing when the one person he loved decided to kill him. Part of him wondered if this was personal or just business, he didn't ask. There was no point of asking. Still, even if he wanted to kill the man behind him his body refused to move. Love was wicked.

Brave, honorable, just do you want another chance?

It hurts when love isn't returned but betrayal hurts even worse. Glancing up at the mirror on the wall he met the cold eyes behind him and smiled. He was daring the man to kill him, after all, what other use did the gun have. Flickering his eyes to the badge and gun on his bedside table he grinned. There would be someone to take his place. That was how the world worked.

Yes.

"I didn't expect you to agree, after all, death might've been kinder."

"I'm not really a fan of dying to be honest."

The statement pulled a smile from the dragon with silver eyes. Grinning up at it, he couldn't stop the feeling of warmth that rushed through him. It was like coming home and sitting in front of a warm fireplace until the ache in his bones was washed away. He was supposed to be dead, pretty sure he was. Grinning at the dragon, he sat down waiting for it to do something. When it didn't he raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want something," he asked. The dragon huffed before his tail shifted to curl around them both.

"Of course, I'm only here because you need to take my power."

"Why?"

"It's the only way for me to be free."

"Free," he questioned gaining a tired nod. Frowning at the exhaustion in the creature's gaze, he reached out to pat the tail wrapped around him. For a second the creature seemed amused then it grinned slightly at the attempt at comfort.

"My siblings and I are trapped here, well four of us. After our physical bodies died, most of our soul was absorbed by our killer. What you see now are pieces held together by pure power. Each of us are choosing one soul to take this power allowing us to be free."

"That's reckless," he stated. His warning tone did nothing to make the dragon even the slightest bit guilty.

"Life is a risk, without taking one there's no way to make things better or worse."

"Not exactly filling me with confidence here."

"We've waited centuries for those strong enough to hold our power, you are one of four."

One of four, part of a team. He didn't really know if that was a good idea after his last teammate killed him. Sighing he decided that finding out about his team was his next priority. There was no way to do the job if he didn't know the details. After all, being in the dark got people killed.

"What are they like?"

"One is strong, two is cold, however number four is the youngest, the most vulnerable. She's also the salvation that my world needs."

"A kid, your having a kid be your salvation."

"Are you angry?"

Yes, he was so angry that it was hard to breathe. Pushing past that anger had always been a bit hard, but not impossible. Sucking in a deep breath, he offered the dragon a small smile although he didn't feel it. He'd always pretended that he didn't get angry or at the very least he tried not to. Kids though were off limits. That had always been his rule although he didn't know if that was a rule he'd be able to keep.

"No, kids die all the time."

"In my world, they're sacrificed because their blood holds great power."

"That's…"

Cutting himself off with a low growl he hated the heat that rushed through his veins. Digging his nails into his palms he tried to shove off the anger. This rage burning through him wasn't going to help, he knew that. Forcing back the burning sensation he held back a scream although the force of it nearly shook him to the bone.

"There's the anger, good I'd hate a passive vessel."

"You wanted a reaction," he said with a blink. The warmth radiating from the dragon pushed the anger away as if it had never existed at all.

"Of course, I'm a god. The reaction of mortals are always interesting."

"How did she die," he asked deciding to change the subject. Leaning against the tail, he sighed hoping that this wasn't a story that was going to make him lose control and give into the fury he felt.

"Are you sure you wish to know?"

"No, but she won't tell me, will she?"

Lips curving back into a grin, the dragon eyed him closely. It knew that the others were going to keep their past hidden. That was the only way for them to let go of it. Breathing out slowly, it slowly laid its head on its forearms.

"Assault, all of you were murdered. Her's was simply just more personal."

Hissing out an enraged sound, he slammed his hand against the ground although that was the only reaction he showed. He'd learned years ago to control his anger. Every bit of his rage was shoved back until it lingered under his skin, eventually, it faded. He'd learned a long time ago that even the slightest hint of rage might risk not only his life but that of those that he cared about. Running a hand through his hair he pushed down his anger although it was almost impossible. The innate rage wasn't really something that he liked to feel either.

"Is she alright?"

"Her soul is strong."

"I'll accept your power," he stated. The dragon brightened with an expression that made him feel a bit better. Especially since the rage he felt was washed away almost instantly when the creature seemed to breathe out slowly. The hot puff of air washed away everything that could hurt him emotionally or physically.

"Good, I Toth God of Fire relinquish my power to you. Be strong child of war, and protect your siblings."

"Always."

(Four)

Whimpering softly she bit her lip to hold back a sob. The ache in her bones was nothing compared to the fire spreading through her stomach. Clenching her hands around the wound the blood that spread through her fingers was much too warm and sticky to come from a human body. Curling against the alley wall she tried to stay strong but everything was burning. Almost as if someone was tearing away her skin with a knife exposing every nerve to open air. Pins and needles dug into her neck as she sucked in a deep breath that tore at her lungs.

She'd called for help in the early moments but no one had come, no one cared. Shivering despite the fire in her blood she couldn't keep the idea that this was karma at bay. After all, she'd run away from home leaving behind her family and everyone that loved her. It didn't matter that she was young, maybe that had made it all the better for the man. The knife he'd pressed against her neck had found its place in her stomach then his own throat. She hadn't meant to kill him, she'd just wanted the pain to stop. Her family would hate her for taking a life.

Pure, selfless, innocent, do you want another chance?

Shouldn't she be fighting right now or at least struggling to live? What was the point in living when even breathing hurt her? Ignoring the tears in her eyes and the tattered clothing clinging to her body she looked up. There were no stars in the city but she could imagine them. She could pretend they were there looking down on her. It might've been the blood loss yet the old story of the girl who wanted the world drifted through her mind. A young girl dreamed of everything her heart desired only to die alone and unloved.

That girl was nothing and no one in the end just like her. However, there was a glaring difference between herself and that girl. She had fought back against her murderer; she'd made the choice to put her own life first despite how much panic clung to her mind. Her choice had come too late. Was it alright to be afraid?

Yes.

"Good, I'd hate to lose such a promising soul."

Opening her eyes slowly, she stilled at the burning red eyes that looked down at her before curling against the dark red and black scales. It was stupid, reckless, she was pretty sure this thing was an Archdemon. That didn't change how warm she was right now or the fact all the pain was gone. For the first time since she'd left home, there was nothing trying to kill her, she was safe. Some part of her knew she needed to question why a creature from Dragon Age was curled around her like a cat, but she didn't want to.

Almost purring the dragon seemed to tighten its grip on her with a gentleness that she'd never expect from such a large creature. Somehow, although she didn't know why, she knew it wasn't going to hurt her. It would never hurt her. She knew that being here was the safest place for her. Running a hand over the smooth almost soft texture of the scales under her she expected them to be sharp. This thing was an Archdemon the leader of the Blight and one of the strongest creatures in existence. It was powerful enough to bring entire cities to their knees with only a glance. Even before that it was a god of Tevinter. It was incredible, powerful, the creature could fight off armies it'd never allow itself to go down without a fight.

Unlike her, it could protect itself.

She knew her lore, it was one of the one things she'd excelled in. That didn't explain why the one creature capable of untold destruction brought her so much comfort. It could've been any of the old gods turned Archdemons that was holding her yet she didn't care. Letting out a sigh she shifted closer absorbing the warmth offered to her. It was like coming home.

"Most humans would be screaming right now. I don't like most humans."

Huffing out a laugh at the indulgent tone, she reached out to run a hand over the scales under its eye. A rumbling purr met her action bringing a blinding smile to her face. She knew that questioning the situation was something she needed to be doing right now, but what was the point. Being already dead meant she got to be a little reckless, even if it was a horrible idea. This was one of the Seven Old Gods, a bringer of the Blight, it was amazing to even lay eyes on it.

"Is this real," she asked softly. The almost whisper tone was enough to make the dragon grin.

"I am Andoral God of Slavery."

Arrogance flowed through his voice bringing a small smile to her face. Andoral the bringer of the fourth Blight and destroyer of Antiva. She probably should be worried about how proud he sounded of his title but she didn't care. He'd pushed his worshipers to enter the Black City causing Blights according to the Chantry, however, Tevinter believed the Blights had always existed. She didn't really care, either way, the Archdemon in front of her had brought her here for a reason.

"You were killed by Garahel."

"He was a good opponent."

For a moment the dragon sounded almost proud of the warrior. It had been a good fight, an incredibly satisfying fight. Although he could've done with burning down a few more villages before the Warden showed up. Hearing the child giggle, he purred again enjoying the sound. After being dead for centuries it was nice to have someone other than his siblings to talk to although the young girl wasn't generally the company he'd keep. Part of him wondered if their worshipers would sense the power residing in their chosen, but he didn't really care.

"What do you need," she asked dragging him from thoughts of the fools that had failed in their duty.

"Take my power and save Thedas."

"Do you want me to kill Solas?"

"He is a god," he stated. The elven god was too strong to be killed and his goal of breaking down the veil was one that was going to happen either way. Mages had been pulling on the Fade for years creating cracks and tears until all that was left was a single fragile shield. It didn't truly matter if the Dread Wolf succeeded in his goal, the Veil was going to vanish either way. Sensing the curiosity from the girl he explained, "Killing him will change little when the age of magic already approaches."

"The Veil was never meant to last," she guessed earning a chuckle from the Archdemon. He'd chosen a bright child.

"No, it was not."

"I'll save those I can," she promised although the doubt seeped into her words. She wasn't a hero nor was she very good at much of anything. The only thing she knew how to do was research.

"You won't be alone."

"Will I be the Warden?"

"No, you and the others will work in the shadows to change fate," He explained. None of their chosen were becoming Wardens. Even the idea left a sour taste in his mouth.

"So influence the world rather than outright saving it," she asked disregarding the almost insulted tone he'd used at the idea of her being a Warden. It made sense he didn't want her to be one of the people that killed him. Having a limited lifespan didn't appeal to her either.

"Exactly."

"Do the other's know the story?"

"No, but their souls are strong. As their leader, you'll have to decide how much to tell then and when."

That complicated things, mostly because she'd never led before. The others were most likely older and stronger than her with no reason to follow someone like her. Knowing all the information was the only reason they'd give her the time of day. Shoving away the horrible thoughts, she studied the crimson eyes of the beast waiting for her response. He'd never choose a person unsuited to the task. Pressing her palm against his scales she basked in the power laying under his skin. She might be weak right now, but this power would be hers soon.

"I'd rather not lead, but if that's what you want."

"It is, your much stronger than you know."

"When the time comes I won't hesitate to jump," she stated. Quoting Flemeth wasn't a good idea, she knew enough about the woman to know that. However, whatever else the old woman was, she was also strong. Not just anyone could become a dragon.

Chuckling the dragon nudged her causing the girl to stand. Bowing his head he allowed the girl to press her forehead against his own for a single moment. It was the last time she'd feel such comfort for quite some time there was nothing wrong with letting her take her time accepting her new reality. He liked being the sense of safety rather than the bringer of destruction; although the screams of terror he caused were music to his ears.

"I Andoral God of Slaves relinquish my power to you. Don't be afraid to be selfish."

"I won't."

Watching the dragon fade, she brushed away the tears gathering in her eyes. She needed to be strong now. Although she doubted Thedas was going to accept people with the power of Archdemons. Keeping their connection to the dragon's hidden was the best choice at least for a while. Unless they were reborn in Tevinter, then they'd be worshiped. Part of her liked the idea of being worshiped but she shoved that down ruthlessly. There was no point in thinking about what could happen when she needed to meet the others to talk about their game plan.

There were three major events that take place in Thedas: the Blight, the Mage/Templar war, and the rebirth of the Inquisition. They needed to influence all of these things while gathering allies. It wasn't that hard since she knew the name of every major player. The Origins were the easiest to get a hold of although that would depend on which of them became the Warden. Some were far more difficult to manipulate than others, especially the dwarfs. Hawke was easy since the entire family was in Lothering all she needed to do was ensure their family was safe and she gained their loyalty. Hopefully, they'd have time before the world started imploding on itself.

Closing her eyes as the world around her changed, she raised an eyebrow at the neat almost unnaturally clean seating area that appeared in around her. It was a simple round table with comfy chairs. Walking over slowly, she brightened at the map of Thedas that was plastered in the center of the table. Running a finger over Antiva she allowed a small smile to show on her face. Her favorite character was from Antiva as a member of the greatest assassin's guild in Thedas. Sitting down at the table in the red cushioned chair she idly traced the map wondering the best place to build a base. It would have to be somewhere near the three events but far enough away not to be caught up in the chaos. Maybe a base in Ferelden would be best. It'd give them an opening to influence events although she didn't know if being in the country of origin of the Fifth Blight was a good idea.

Glancing to the left as a groan reached her ears, she blinked at the broad-shouldered man who shoved himself off the ground his eyes met her own for a moment before he was stretching. Yeah, she was going to be way over here away from him; it wasn't his fault, she just didn't want to be around men right now. Watching him walk to the silver chair she offered him a smile that she didn't really feel. It was actually a bit strange but he had an almost heated aura around him. He was most likely the chosen of Toth; that had been the Old God of Fire.

"Nice map," he said causing her to draw her hand away from the table. Sensing that he'd somehow messed up he offered her an apologetic smile. Before he could try and make things less awkward another man appeared shouting enough curses to drive away a plague.

Apparently, his conversation hadn't gone as well as either of theirs. Stilling when he noticed the audience he'd gained the man huffed in annoyance. Stomping over to the light green chair on her left he tried to quiet his anger. Being dead didn't give him much of a reason to calm down. Crossing his arms the former assassin growled under his breath for a moment. He hated dragons or arrogant gods masquerading as dragons. Maybe he could take up dragon hunting in this new world at least then he'd be able to let out some of this anger he had.

"I'm guessing we all met the dragons."

"Archdemons."

She'd corrected him before she'd even thought it through. Paling a bit she shifted away from the man who stared at her blankly. Then he roared with laughter his eyes filling with enough interest to chase away his anger. The grin on his face was enough to unsettle her although she knew he wasn't going to hurt her. Just like she'd known Andoral's intent, she knew his as well. He was angry but that didn't make him likely to lash out at her; anyone else was free game.

"You're the little one then," he guessed. Glancing at the other male the two shared a silent agreement to protect the child. At least she was brave enough to talk back to him.

"Of course she is."

Flinching all three of them stared at the woman who sat in the blue chair. None of them had noticed her appearance, not even the assassin. Frowning the man shifted back with an annoyed sound while their little one brightened at the sight of another woman.

"So little one, what's the plan," he asked deciding that he didn't trust either of the others. Shifting nervously the youngest of them bit her lip for a moment before nodding to herself; if she was going to lead then she needed to get to know her new team.

"What Archdemons appeared to you? I got Andoral," she said softly. Catching the way all of them shared a glance at the term she knew that none of them knew anything about the story or plot; although Andoral had already told her that. She'd just hoped that they'd listen to her.

"Dumat," the woman in the blue chair stated winking at them she said, "just call me Blue since our names don't matter anymore."

"Toth, call me Silver."

"Zazikel bastard that he is. Call me Green."

"Guess that makes you Red," Blue said brightly. The soothing tone she'd used with her own children was enough to calm the youngest who offered her a small smile. Aww, the girl was adorable. Looking away before she broke character by cooing at the girl, she narrowed her eyes at Silver's knowing smirk. Gulping at the hostility on her face he decided to change the subject.

"So this is the world we're going to," he said turning his gaze on the map before Blue carved out his eyes.

"Yep, Thedas has four races: Human, Dwarf, Elf, and Qunari. Each of the Kingdoms…" she explained with a bright smile that took their breath away. Watching her explain the Kingdoms and their relationships to each other they hardly heard a word. When she looked up at them waiting for a reaction or reply they snapped out of it. None of them were really willing to admit they hadn't listened.

"I want to be Human," Green stated gaining a glance from all of them. Deciding to move on mostly because none of them wanted to question why he wanted to be human.

"There are three major events in Thedas: the Blight, the Mage/Templar war, and the rebirth of the inquisition. We have to influence all three of them," she stated. Laying a finger on the map she didn't notice both Blue and Silver silently cooing at her serious tone. Shifting in her seat she tried to contain her excitement as she said, "Fereldan is the focal point for most of these events although the war really takes off in Kirkwall."

"Interesting, are we going to meet up in Fereldan before the Blight then," Green asked. Tilting her head Red nodded moving her finger to hover above Denerim.

"Once rumors of the Blight begin, we should all head to Denerim, Fereldan's capital."

"Agreed, that gives us time to establish ourselves in Thedas," Silver said bluntly gaining nods from all the others. Sharing a glance as the world around them began to fade Blue frowned. She'd wanted to spend more time planning. Reaching out to ruffle Red's hair, she hoped they'd all live until they met up again.


Hello, I hope this is a good chapter, I wanted to wait to publish this until I had at least five chapters done just so that I had an idea of where the story was going to go. This chapter and chapter 2 are being published together to give a better idea of the four MCs. So, let me know what you thought of this chapter. Also with this story, I'm officially claiming my sister as my beta reader (mainly because she finally changed her username to Redyellowbluecherry rather than the cringy thing it was before).

- stay safe and have a good day

Shyla