And we take a break from our current story to bring you something slightly different from a completely different version of reality
This wasn't real, this couldn'tbe real, no way on earth was this real.
But it had to be.
Nope, this wasn't acceptable; no way would this be acceptable.
This wasn't her, but it was.
After all I did randomly appear in Thedas, Haven to be specific, as a completely different race, elves aren't meant to be real, a race and world that weren't meant to be real; I was however still in her normal clothes so thank the goddess for small mercies.
I am, currently, on my knees, hands covering my ears, head as close to the ground as I could get it. I squeezed my eyes tight, someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I panicked. I scrambled away, trying to get as far away as possible, I got to my feet. It grabbed a fist full of my hair, not at the scalp the ends, I needed something to remind me that this all was real and if I didn't come up with a reasonable lie now I would more than likely get shot-er- stabbed I mean.
My eyes flashed to the people around me, Cassandra, Leliana citizens, Elven mage-Solas?- watching too far away to see details. Stairs behind me -the gates to Haven maybe- could run if things get too heated, get across the lake maybe crack it behind me somehow, staves have blades on the end enough force would crack it.
I looked down at my bare arm; my sleeve-uh tattoo sleeve- was still there, so that would mean only the shape of my ears was changed, along with a slight height difference.
I looked to my left, a ladder and some crates; I could climb right over the wall once on top of those crates. But the fall though, snow might soften it but I had no idea what was actually behind that wall. Bones would be broken, or ankles twisted, it would probably save me whatever they decided to do to me.
Cassandra drew her sword and stepped towards me, I ran towards the crates, with a surprisingly clear mind considering-adrenaline more likely than not- I clambered quickly over the wall, an arrow shot past my ear and another went through my jacket, it didn't hit me but it was too close for comfort. I jumped, but my foot caught on the wall making me smack my head on the way down, I also landed rather painfully on something that broke a rib judging by the crack and cut through my clothes down my side to my knee. Then it went black.
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I woke at the morgue; I shook my head to clear it, too many wild daydreams. I motioned for the girl here for work experience to bring in the next body. It was gruesome work, I'd never get over the smell but it meant that families got closure and the sick people who killed the victims got put behind bars or where ever else they needed to go.
This one was young, barely fourteen, bruises decorated her pale skin. There was frothing at the mouth.
"Bruises on face, sternum, neck and arms, frothing at mouth indicating poison. Why would someone try to choke her and then poison her? what would be the point?" I spoke into the small recording device I've always carried with me, it was always good to look over the days findings again later.
I went over the usual procedures, then grabbed the scalpel and began to make a Y incision on down the girl's body. My eyes flicked upwards half way through cutting the girl's skin; I jumped and dropped the scalpel.
"Fuck, you- you're" I struggled to form anymore words other than "fuck". I placed a hand over her heart, the man-elf rather- looked at the girl's body for a few minutes before asking softly.
"Who is she?" I looked at the girl, and then I remembered.
"Atlanta 1995, Lilianne Harding, her father abused her, she tried to kill herself. Her mother had no idea, being halfway across the world." I stroked the girl's hair, and then I frowned."Who are you?"
"My name is Solas, might I know your name?" I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, I felt the tip of my ear, now pointed.
"My name, thanks to my foolish parents, is Omega Hael." I smiled weakly at him, if he was here then either I have a really vivid imagination or that whole thing in Haven was real.
I am so screwed
"Miss Hael-"I raised a hand to stop him from going any further.
"Omega, please, and if this is about Haven I ran because some crazy woman came at me with a sword."
"Omega, do you know how you arrived in Haven?" emphasise on the word arrived, possible indication of unusual means, and then again I did just randomly appear in Haven.
"Uhh, physics? Man, I don't know! Why do you think I was freaking out?" I threw my hands in the air and paced, he was annoying calm why it annoys me? Well I don't know!
"You stepped through a Fade Rift, like the Herald did, why do you think Cassandra was suspicious." I paused; well actually I froze completely, so this was actually the Fade, could I shape it perhaps?
I focused on my cat; she was a cute little thing, a sphinx or whatever they were called. Isis, her name, was actually really affectionate, cute little bugger, but she always wanted to go outside which meant buying sunscreen, a lot of it.
I was silent for a few minutes, just focusing on my cat, Solas seemed to grow suspicious he stepped towards me then Isis-or a reflection of her- rubbed itself against his legs and purred, loudly.
"Ha!" I cried out scooping the cat up in my arms, "who's a good kitty for existing? You are!" I glanced at Solas then back to my cat then looked at him properly. "What? Oh, Fade Rift thing, well if you'll just take a look around." I waved my arm around, "you'll find that this looks like nothing you've seen before, yes?"
"That, that would be a correct assumption, yes."
"Well, let me tell you something that will blow your socks off! You are wearing socks right?" I looked down at his feet, he was not. "eh, your um, it'll blow your mind! I. Don't. Originate. From. Thedas." There, more likely than not he would think I was crazy and force me to run for the hills.
"How did you get the cat?"
"Here? In the Fade? I just focused; I was a lucid dreamer, or still am. Making things appear in dreams is easy once you know how to do it, and if you don't fear sleep paralysis."
"Sleep paralysis? You seem to be able to walk." I smiled at him, then put down the cat.
"That's not what it is, if you try to become a lucid dreamer more often than not you'll get sleep paralysis at some point, you'll wake up and you won't be able to move, you start having hallucinations of monster, demons some might say. It is the most frightening experience I've ever had." I shuddered, remembering the feeling of being unable to move, unable to scream, it was strong it seems for we both saw how it had been. Demons and all.
"And you underwent becoming a lucid dreamer willingly, did you know about this before hand?"
"Of course I did! I researched it as thoroughly as possible talked to people who went through it themselves! I did everything I could." I was facing him directly now, practically shouting right into his face.
"Yet you did it anyway, how long ago was this?"
"Last year, it comes back every so often, there's nothing I can do about it." More visions of sleep paralysis, then the most recent one, flashes of a familiar shade of green, he was quiet for a while.
"You literally willed yourself into Thedas."
"What? Oh no I didn't! I have done no such thing. You don't know shit about me, what I have done or how I got here!"
"Didn't you see? You were able to move in that last one! You fell through the Rift!" I turned away from him raised my hands to my head, there was no way that was what had happened and no way would we know this so soon! Usually in every book I've read or anything having this sort of stuff it is revealed at the end or somewhere in the middle because it doesn't really have any relevance to the plot.
"So, moving on, where has Cassandra locked me up?"
"You're in one of the cells in Haven's chantry."
"Figures, why not lock something away when you have no idea what it is or where it came from?"
"I wouldn't exactly call you an it?"
"Unless you've seen me naked you wouldn't know whether I'm a man, a woman, or an it."
"Well, I had to dress your wounds somehow." You know those poker face memes? That is the most accurate way I could describe our faces right now, other than me furiously blushing. "You have… rather interesting tattoos."
Nope. Not happening right now. This is awfully embarrassing, he can't actually be serious! Can he?
Then I woke up, thank the goddess for small mercies.
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I gasped, it was cold overly cold, like too cold for a white single and jeans- hell it'd be too cold even if I still had my jacket which was curiously missing- the iron chaffing and freezing my wrists didn't help either. I pulled against the chains keeping me to the wall, I noticed Solas was sleeping not too far from me, unchained on a bed roll, ass. I heard voices coming from the other side of the door.
"You can't just chain her up Cassandra! The poor woman was probably frightened half to death enough without you coming at her with a sword." That voice was vaguely familiar, wait- ah- Inquisitor, British voice setting I believe.
"Herald, she appeared out of a Rift, she could be a demon."
"I did too, Cassandra, you calling me a demon?" the door opened, I tried to appear as calm as possible and totally succeeded. "See Cassandra? She's terrified."
"Godamnit."
"I like her already." The Inquisitor-Herald really, haven't found Skyhold yet- declared, she grinned at me. She glanced at Solas, "ass" I like her already.
"Please tell me you aren't thinking of taking her with you to Redcliffe?" if she did I would have to fight, that would mean one of two things, one, learn how to fight with daggers preferably or two describe the art of tessenjutsu. Tessenjutsu is a form of martial arts that uses fighting fans my parents, being erratic as they are, got me into learning the art even made me fighting fans. Which should have of been on me, considering I was pretty sure that I was in my car and not under the effects of sleep paralysis. Unless Solas implied that I sleep in my car, which I don't.
"I don't even know if she wants to! Let alone if she can fight, which I doubt." Oh she did not.
"I can fight," I interjected, Solas was awake now, I was painfully aware of his every movement, "have you ever heard of tessenjutsu" I knew they hadn't, their confused faces confirmed this. "Alright, before I explain I have to ask, was anything with me when I- er- appeared?"
"There was a bag, Leliana should have it." My face brightened up, that means not only were my fighting fans here with me but so were the clothes I trained in, which would be a might warmer than what I wore currently.
"Good, there should be metal fans in there; it'll be easier to explain when they're here. In my hands. Preferably soon. Like now."
"Bossy" the Herald tsked before grinning again, she ran out of the room. Hopefully to get my goddamn fans. But sadly this also left me alone with Cassandra, who scared me now that she was here in the flesh.
I'm scared, send help pls.
End! For now