A/N: So, this is a rewrite of my previous version. Lots of things were changed and will continue to change as I go through each chapter. Updating is going to be sporadic due to my job. But I'm hoping to update at least twice a month. Please enjoy this new version and leave a review!

Prologue

Flashes of green fire broke the surface of the barren wasteland. Small misshapen figures darted between the jagged rocks and broken monuments, screams pierced the broken sky as faint voices told of forgotten memories, stories, and rituals. A lone figure walked through the fire, passed the creatures as they scattered and barely flinched when screams tore through the air. Golden eyes, shadowed by centuries of regret and pain watched as figures of fire and ice withered inside barriers, captured and forgotten by the fickleness of humans.

"And here I thought you would show more remorse for those you help to destroy, but maybe you are incapable of such emotion given how easy it is for you to use others now."

Whirling around, the figure stepped into the light as she glanced around for the intruder. Clawed gauntlets crackled with power, as golden eyes narrowed even further. A deep rumbling emanating from her throat as she waited for the intruder to appear.

"Who are you to speak as if you know me." She growled as a large orb of magic appeared in her hand.

"Come now, no need to be so violent, I am no enemy of yours, unless you make me one." The voiced announced, as the shadows began to part.

Tall, handsome, regal, and deadly. Those words ran through her mind quickly and caused her to withdraw her magic. Crimson eyes watched her movements carefully. Long white locks seemed to move in the non-existent wind. Black armor added to the rest of the deadly and dangerous image.

"So, you are the famed Flemeth, or should I call you Mythal?"

"You know my name boy, but you have yet to introduce yourself?" Flemeth shot back, unnerved by the judgment in those crimson eyes.

"So sorry, forgive my atrocious manners, I am the Primordial being known as Chaos." He replied in a mocking tone.

Chocking on her breath, Flemeth stumbled back into the rocks, as the creature before her gave an exaggerated bow, those crimson eyes laughing at the picture she made, huddled against the rocks for protection. The great Flemeth, legendary Witch of the Wilds, feared by many, now crouched in fear. Morrigan would be laughing at the image, or trying to figure out why her mother was so frightened. Stunned and scared she stared at the creature that was responsible for the creation and destruction of multiple worlds. Such a powerful being could easily destroy her and put an end to her long-awaited vengeance if she was not careful.

"Lord Chaos, is there something that I can help you with?" Flemeth inquired, careful to keep her tone respectful.

Chaos wandered around the wasteland and occasionally caused the inhabitants to explode as they wandered too close to the Primordial. Keeping her eyes on the armored figure, Flemeth began to plan her escape, when low laughter caught her attention and she turned to find Chaos just inches from her.

"So curious you are, two spirits, one body, interesting. But no matter, I don't have time to dissect your reason for existing, not yet anyway."

Snapping his fingers, a portal opened a few feet away from the two. Making a grand sweeping motion Chaos waited to see if the witch would go through without prompting, or him throwing her through. Flemeth hesitated as she weighed her options. She could run, but this being had sought her out. There was no hiding, he would always find her. A fight would see her dead, permanently this time, before she could even land a blow. Straightening her spine and taking a deep breath, Flemeth walked through the portal and into a bright white room. A single table with three chairs was the only thing she saw for miles.

"Please sit, our last companion will be joining us shortly." Chaos explained sitting down easily in his armor.

"Explain why you sought me out, why are we here, what do you want from me?"

"Peace Mythal, Flemeth, we do not seek to harm you. But your advice is something we seek."

A woman blinked into existence, who was the complete opposite to Chaos. A floor length black dress that shimmered and sparkled, like stars in the night sky. Pitch black hair was done up in intricate braids. Dark brown, or black, eyes stared at the group seated with some form of compassion shining through. Her skin looked like the night sky, dark, but shimmering at the same time. Beautiful, but just as deadly as Chaos, she oozed the same power.

"Welcome to Limbo, we have asked you here due to a possible problem that Thedas is facing." Chaos stated as he grabbed a treat that appeared in the center of the table.

"Thedas faces problems daily, to grab the attention of two powerful beings, it must be a great problem."

"World ending, if you wish to know, death and destruction for all."

"If the problem is so great, then I'm sure either the Warden or the Champion would step up, both are exceptional fighters."

"No."

Flemeth turned to the other woman, who had yet to introduce herself, and watched as she summoned a crystal and enlarged it enough that everyone present could see the reflection of both the Grey Warden and the Champion in its surface. At least this meant that both women were still alive, she had wondered for a bit if either woman had died, both had disappeared so well that not even she had been able to find them. Not that she had looked hard, she didn't care what the two were doing, they had played their parts perfectly.

"Warden Commander Mahariel is on a search for the cure to the taint. We cannot recall her. If all goes according to plan, she will uncover several secrets long forgotten and lost to time. Lady Hawke is unable to put others first anymore, she and her husband have other worries, two of them in fact." The woman explained as she motioned for Flemeth to watch the crystal orb closely.

The Warden Commander appeared first, her lover, the blonde elf, was next to her and it appeared as though they were somewhere in the Deep Roads, with what looked like other Grey Wardens accompanying them. The image changed quickly to a small cottage, inside she saw Hawke holding a small girl, who looked to be about three years of age. A male elf was seated nearby reading with a young boy, who looked to be the same age as the girl. So, the Hawke had children now, with an Elf, Flemeth prayed briefly that the two managed to find their happy ending.

"We cannot allow their paths to be disrupted again, someone new must be chosen. The one that should have been the newest hero will not survive their encounter. But we have a plan." Chaos stated as he leaned back in his chair.

"Our solution would be brining a young demi-god from our world and having her be the new Champion of Thedas."

"Lady Nyx has chosen an appropriate warrior. This demi-god has shown great ability in leading people into battle and is considered honorable and willing to help others when needed and turning down rewards."

"Who is this demi-god?" Flemeth inquired.

"Persephone Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, Champion of Olympus, The Chosen Child, and Princess of the Sea. She has fought against insurmountable odds since she was a child and her compassion will benefit Thedas greatly." Nyx added as the crystal orb shimmered, showing the demi-god in question through her various journeys.

Flemeth nodded in agreement, knowing that even if she objected, she would be ignored, and while she did have some apprehensions, the idea of having a demi-god child wandering around the Chantry influenced world was amusing to her. Especially if the demi-god went up against the Chantry and won. Poor fools might find their influence slipping through their fingers, watching them scramble about would be satisfying and entertaining to watch.

"I will watch her if you wish it."

Chaos and Nyx shared a quick look, their chosen champion and those around her would only know the basic information. They needed the trials in Thedas that Persephone was going to face show the world that she was willing to become their beacon of light. It would be difficult, but her stubborn streak was well known, longer than the Mississippi and deeper than the Nile. Her skills, compassion, and ability to draw others to her, would keep her alive and one step ahead of her enemies.

The Gods and mortals would hate them for this, curse them for centuries to come. But they would get over it, except perhaps Poseidon, but they would deal with him, and Sally, when the time came.