A/N: I am finally back from my hiatus, and officially bring you the rewritten story(which is just changing the content of already existing chapters).

Enjoy and review.

Prolouge

Space.

The endless black void dotted by a sea of white dots of burning gas that we call stars.

Within it exist thousands of planets; solid, habitable planets, along with gas and metal giants smaller than their counterparts. And from the habitable planets, countless species of living beings have grown in numbers and constantly evolved to adapt to the environment of their homeworld.

As they begin to advance in technology, they are either prepared or unprepared to make contact with other spacefaring species, depending on their mentality or technological marvels at their disposal.

What they are certainly less prepared for, would be an entire race of genocidal machines who establish a devious trap that continiuously dooms countless races that fell prey to it.

No one knows who were their creators, nor their original purpose, but one thing is certain, they are an endless blight on the galaxy with their perverted macinations causing galactic societies to fall on the inside out.

It seemed like any who encountered the dreaded machines were destined to fall and fade from hisotry.

But destiny was never fate set in stone. Rather, it branched out into many possible outcomes, simply waiting for one person or an entire community to seize the opportunity and change the fate of themselves or their society, or both.

And it proved true for the people of Thedas, who, more than twenty-eight millenia ago were on the brink of ending themselves through their own actions.

The insidious Chantry who had established it's faith on the blood of innocent elves and by shackling the minds of the ignorant masses, it had established a slave army by indoctrinating the minds of young children they had abducted, teaching them that magic was infernal, and should be erased from the face of the planet.

Yet, they had met their end; a gruesome end at the hands of one elf, who was by no means an ordinary elf. Not even an elf, in fact.

At first, people had assumed that he was no better than the city elves or the dalish, as he exuded an air of complete laziness, uncaring of the work he had to do as the inquisitor, or Herald of Andraste as many had taken to calling him at the time, but he proved them wrong in the most dramatic fashion thought possible.

He paved the way for a revolution that shook the world to it's core. He united the various races of Thedas against any enemy army that dared fling itself into his territory, who only became victims of his surprisingly astounding tactical genius that far surpassed that of the commanders on the enemy side.

But there was one moment, one defining moment that forever engraved his name in history.

And that... was the sacking of Val Royeaux, and the razing of the Grand Cathedral.

It was the most shocking moment the entire world had both witnessed and recorded in history, as no one, not even - daresay – the dalish elves ever think of such an action against the Chantry, despite their non-obvious corruption.

But the deed had been done, and immediately, dalish clans from all over the continent of Thedas had joined the revolution, and the once great nation of Tevinter had fallen to both the external threat of the Dragon's invasion force, and the civil war from within.

And some time later, they would enter the galactic age and be uplifted from the restraints of primitive technology, albeit earlier than expected due to interstellar forces that nearly brought the end of their existense.

A/N: This prolouge was far shorter than any chapter I've previously done, but still, quality over quantity.

Until then, this is Ebanu8.