The next few days, everyone got busy setting up everything for the Inquisition.

Cassandra and Cullen were off recruiting and training soldiers. Leliana went off somewhere saying she was going to get 'a friend' for some extra help.

I spent most of those days in my little hut. Varric and Solas kept me company, which was a lot of help while I got used to the fact I was no longer home. Solas taught me much about Thedas' history, learning more about how to control my magic, and about the Fade. "But my magic doesn't come from the Fade," I said in confusion. "No," he replied, "wherever these 'medium' abilities you had came from in your world, that's where it most likely originates. However, it would seem that these abilities of yours were altered because of your arrival, and possibly the Breach and the Fade itself."

Varric also was (trying) to teach me to read and write Thedas' language, and once she got back, Leliana tried to help, but Thedas' written language might as well have been Chinese. No matter how they tried to explain or teach me, I just couldn't get it. So after a while, Leliana said she'd just read me any reports I needed to be made aware of. After that disaster, Varric dragged me out for some sunshine and having me practice shooting a bow alongside him.

A few weeks after the Inquisition's official formation, I was called to the Chantry by Cassandra. She walked with me up the hallway towards the war room. "Does the mark bother you?" she asked as we reached the door to the war room. "Not so much anymore," I replied with a shrug, "I've gotten used to it."

"We take our victories where we can," she said with a nod, "Solas said that we may be able to use it against at the Breach - given the Mark is powered up with the same amount of magic that was used to open it."

"'cause powering up unknown things is always fun," I said with mock cheerfulness. "Hold on to that sense of humor," Cassandra chuckled, opening the door.

Before me was a big table, covered in a map of Thedas. Behind the table were three individuals. "You've met Commander Cullen, leader of the Inquisition's forces," Cassandra stated. "I was only for a moment," Cullen smiled, "but I am pleased you survived."

"This is Lady Josephine Montilyet," Cassandra continued, "head ambassador for the Inquisition." Josephine smiled at me. "I have heard the stories," she stated, "I am pleased to finally meet you, my lady."

"And of course you know Sister Leliana," Cassandra finished. Leliana nodded to me, "My position here requires a degree of…"

"She is our spymaster," Cassandra interrupted. "Yes," Leliana replied coldly, "tactfully put, Cassandra."

I had to fight down the smile forming on my face. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," I stated clearly.

"I mentioned the mark needs more power to close the Breach," Cassandra started.

"Which means we must approach the rebel mages for help," Josephine finished.

"I still disagree," Cullen stated with a frown, "The Templars could serve just as well."

"How?" I asked, "waving their swords at the Breach and telling it to go away?"

Cullen was not amused, but I could see the faintest of smiles on Leliana's face. "They can use their abilities to weaken the Breach," he continued, "suppress it, even-"

"Pure speculation," Leliana stated firmly.

"I was a Templar," Cullen reminded her, "I know what they're capable of."

"Regardless, neither group will even speak to us yet," Josephine started, looking over at me, "the Chantry has denounced the Inquisition, and you, specifically."

"And we should care, because…?" I asked with a grimace.

"Because a lot of people would listen to the Chantry before they would help us," Leliana replied, "do not underestimate the power of the Chantry's words."

"Okay," I muttered, folding my arms, "but why denounce us? All we want is to seal the Breach, correct?"

"Some are calling you, a human from another world, the 'Herald of Andraste'," Josephine informed me, "that frightens the Chantry, for many reasons."

"It's quite the title," Cullen said, "how do you feel about it?"

"I'm not sure," I replied, "the soldiers did more than I did, mark or no. I've never been particularly religious, myself, but I'm not going to spit venom at yours and say I wasn't chosen because I don't believe so." I shrugged. "I'm conflicted about it, sure, but if calling me the Herald of Andraste gives people hope, then call me whatever you like."

"A sensible attitude," Cullen said, "though with the Chantry smearing the title, it's not going to do much to inspire people."

"Is there anything that I can do to help?" I asked.

"Indeed there is," Leliana smiled, "A Chantry mother by the name of Mother Giselle asked to speak with you. She is not far, treating refugees in the Hinterlands."

"A mother?" I asked with a frown, "don't you think this could be a trap?"

"It's my understanding that she's a reasonable sort," Leliana replied, "I doubt this is a trap."

"And if it is, you won't be alone," Cassandra told me, "I will be there with you, along with Solas and Varric."

I nodded, placing my hands on the table. "I understand," I replied, "We will leave immediatly, then."

Whatever gods are out there, I thought, Maker, Andraste, whoever sent me to this world… watch over us because I have no fucking clue what I'm doing.

Author Note: I am soooo sorry this took so long, but hopefully now that I'm past my writer's block updates will be smooth again. See you in the next chapter~