It's interesting how stories like this are starting to pop up. Modern day people ending up in Thedas. But that's okay! Thank you for choosing to read this one everyone! Your support means a lot.

After the next two chapters it's everyones favorite part of any story...in game dialogue! I know settle down. Whether you hate it or love it, get ready.

Bioware owns the world, I'm starting a revolution.

All is Not Fair

"Abigail? Can you hear me?" Lodan's worried voice made me blink hard a few times to clear my head. Suddenly I was back into the present. Lodan's large eyes changed from upset to instant relief.

"I thought your mind had left us," he cupped my face in his slender hands.

"It did, I'm afraid." I smiled weakly.

"Then it is a blessing that you are back with us." He offered me his water skin, to which I gratefully accepted.

I found myself on the Imperial Highway. The female templar had her arms crossed, staring at me with disdain. A man was talking to her, but she did not seem to be paying attention to his words.

I rubbed my hands. They felt crushed from when I had been held up like a ragdoll. I was also extremely hungry.

"Do you have anything to eat?" I asked the elf.

He gave me an apple which I ate ravenously. The templar narrowed her eyes.

"I tried to feed you, but you did nothing to communicate. The only thing I could do was give you water." She uncrossed her arms looking at the man.

"She most likely has been in shock," the deep voice sounded familiar right away. The man turned and confirmed my suspicions. It was Duncan.

He walked over and Lodan moved a bit, letting the Warden put a hand on my forehead. "Do you know who you are? Do you know who I am?"

"Abigail Corbit. Your name is Duncan, Warden Commander of Ferelden." I looked at the sad remains of my apple.

He nodded, my answer sufficient. "Good."

"What's going on? How long have I been out?" I asked Lodan. Duncan talked to the knight again with more success.

"Abby, it has been three days since we last saw each other."

Three days! It was no wonder I was famished.

"As for your first question…I'm getting you out of shemlen law the only way I could." Lodan hung his head. He looked so sad.

"Lodan? What's wrong."

Duncan gave on last look at me and the elf. "I herby invoke the Right of Conscription to recruit this woman into the Grey Wardens."

The templar's face darkened, but she just shook her head and gave a heavy sigh. "If that is what you wish, fine, take her. Farewell Duncan." She then started walking west.

I was about to ask another stupid question at Lodan when I realized he was crying. He gave a sniff, "Now remember how to hold your sword properly. You always get to excited and do something wrong."

"You're not coming?" I started to cry too as the situation sank in.

"Where we go, it is not safe," Duncan said softly.

Lodan gave me a hug. "I leave for Denerim. Once you finish up with this Ostagar business you will visit me, alright?"

"Yes! Of course I will!" I hugged him tight, not wanting to let go.

"We must make haste," Duncan warned.

"Goodbye. Dad." I said gently.

Lodan's breath caught and he held me closer. "Until we meet again, dareth shiral, safe journey Abigail. My daughter."

We let go and he started north, while Duncan lead me south. I turned to watch him, and waved at him as he was watching me as well. He waved back.

"Come Abigail," Duncan said, so I followed, not looking back at the only person I really knew in Thedas.

"I'm sorry you're stuck with me," I hiccupped.

"On the contrary Abigail, I did need a recruit, and I know now that you have what it takes to join the order."

We traveled slowly because of my mental and physical state. But I got stronger, and in no time we were traveling at the speed Duncan was looking for. He told me of the battles that had been fought at Ostagar as we traveled. The army had beaten down the horde three times, but each time they fought the horde had grown. I could tell he was worried.

During the nights we spared. Obviously I had no chance at even matching his experience, so we spared in slow motion, or he watched me. The slow, controlled motions made my muscles burn, but Duncan promised that it would make my endurance last much longer. It also gave him a chance to give me much needed pointers.

"Something's bothering you Abigail. It is not wise to keep it inside."

I slowly brought my sword down on an invisible enemy while he looked on. "I'm okay." I didn't even believe that sad excuse for an answer.

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "How can I trust you, if you cannot be honest with me."

I gave a sigh. I had asked him to call me Abby, but he liked my full name better. I actually didn't mind. It was a nice change.

I sliced off a arm that was non-existent and started. "I have never had to defend myself like that before. I felt so helpless." I thought of something, "I suppose Lodan told you I'm not from around here."

"Yes, he did mention it. Though I am not sure I understand the concept."

I did not feel like explaining. "I just always attacked with words, never with a weapon."

"And yet you killed the templar to save the mage."

"Because I'm a coward." I winced at the mention of my victims. "I didn't want to see him die. Then he tried to use me to save his own life and…I went into autopilot I suppose."

Duncan blinked. "I do not understand that term, "autopilot".

I gave a harsh laugh. "Sorry, I meant my mind took over. I never thought I could hurt someone like that, even to save myself. I wanted to protect animals and people from each other. Now I have to worry about protecting both parties from me."

"But you did it to protect someone you cared about: Lodan. It is always better to have a cause. It doesn't make it better that we do it, but it must be done."

"What do you mean?" I was mortified. "I thought Grey Wardens only fight darkspawn."

"What about bandits? Assassins? There are some people that you cannot be merciful to," his eyes darkened. "A team of Wardens went to investigate a report that had surfaced about darkspawn attacks. When they found the village that had been ambushed first, they found survivors. But they had become tainted from the blood of the darkspawn. The group had to kill all of them, men, women, children, all because if they hadn't, the villagers would have become monsters and spread the taint again. Is it fair? No. Is it right? No, but in a hard truth it must be done. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice."

"Is that our motto?" my voice was quiet.

"Yes," Duncan sat down at our fire.

I smiled, but it felt weird. "I like it. Has a nice ring to it."

Duncan looked at me thoughtfully, his lips threatening a smile.

"What? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Well, yes, but I was just thinking that you will fit right in with the rest if the Wardens." He then corrected my grip on my sword. How did I see that coming?