3The most original title for a chapter ever, Introduction.
I don't have a beta so this is bound to have several grammatical screw-ups.
The wheels of the cart creaked gently as they turned over the stone road, serving as the tempo for the dusk's rain to drum on the roof. Almost of the carts inhabitants had entered the comforting embrace of unconsciousness, an elder man in an unpractical looking suite of armor and a young elf boy staring at his hands in an almost panicked confusion.
The boy slouched against the wall of the cart, trying in vain to control his breathing. 'This can't be,' He thinks as he glances at the children in the cart, most of whom where human with a few smaller elf children scattered about.
'Elves aren't real,' He tried to ration, 'But I am an elf,' a voice echoes from the back of his head, causing the boy to slowly run his fingers over his ears, his angled, pointed ears.
'Damn'
'This can't be happening.' The boy thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the armored man at the back of the cart, Templar, the word resonated with a double meaning in his mind.
Images of an the stoic guards of the Chantry imposingly standing in the ornate halls of the religious house. Images of faceless grunts of a corrupt fictional organization on a screen. The Makers faithful warriors, abusers of a broken system.
The elvish boy clutched his head in pain as two sets of memories clashed, mixing and churning in a violent storm of chaos. His name, what was his name.
Tristan! No, that was the name of a human from a strange world. The name triggered memories of bright lights and odd noises. His name was Alim, It couldn't be, that name was a default name in a fantasy game. Both names where his, yet neither fit. This only muddled the already blurry lines in his memories, sparking a nightmarish migraine.
Whatever his name was he decided to lean his head back against the aged wood of the cart, letting its rhythmic shuffling lull him into a half sleep.
"Well this is shit." Alim grumbled under his breath as studied his face in the reflection of one of the vanities in the younger mage quarters, running his fingers over his Vallasin. 'Of course it's Mythal's brand. How fitting.'
Several days had passed since the boy had been brought to the tower, time that he spent getting accommodated with his knew "home," as well as the new memories in his head.
'I should probably make a plan for shite to come,' Alim thought to himself, 'I don't know if Duncan is going look at the tower for recruits, hell I might not even be the Grey Warden.'
Alim turned away from the vanity and somberly ambled towards his bunk.
'Guess I'll just have to Overlord this bitch then.' Alim vowed as he plopped onto his bunk.
Several years later.
'Lets see, I know I saw that book on spellwisps somewhere around- there we go.' Alim stopped and tugged on one of the books before him.
"Makers breath!" A voice rang from one end of the book shelf.
"Oh, how's it going Jowan?" Alim casually replied tucking the book under his arm and turned to a pile of books on a nearby table.
"What in Thedas do you need so many books for?" Jowan said in shock as he pursued through the titles of the books, "You do know we only need to pick two subjects, right?"
Alim shrugged and lamely replied, "I'm good at studying."
"But five subjects, Andraste's tits!" Jowan slumped into a chair, "You'll be lucky to pass anything with that much."
"Oh, I think I'll be fine." Alim chuckled, they had nothing on the hell that was the American school system.
"How were you even allowed to take that many classes anyways?"
"I'm just that good." Alim said as he tried to suppress a shudder at the thought of the hours he spent begging Irving, and the multiple favors he now owed to several older mages.
Jowan rolled his eyes, "Right."
"So have you heard about Anders, Rumor's have it he jumped into the lake and swam to freedom…" Jowan said, rambling about the latest gossip around the tower as Alim stuck his nose into a beginners book for earth primal magic.
Several more years later.
'Okay this thing is freaking adorable.' Alim thought as he maneuvered a small wisp through his fingers.
"Good job Alim," Jowan said sitting beside him on the bed, "You'll be taking the harrowing in no time at this rate."
"Hopefully," Alim said doing some quick mental math trying to estimate when Duncan would arrive. "How are your studies progressing?"
Jowan looked away as he summoned a small flame to his hand, "Compared to you, I might as well be standing still."
"That wasn't the question. Your studying the same Entropy subject as me, I can help you if you need help there."
Jowan mirthlessly chuckled, "How, you barely have enough time to eat with all your classes." He extinguished the flame.
"I'd make time, Your my friend Jowan." Alim said as he pushed the wisp to dance around his somber friends head.
"That means a lot to me." Jowan said as he turned towards the elf, "Finn looks to be in entirely too good of a mood, should we fix that?"
Alim frowned, "No, I convinced him to help me research a project I've been thinking about."
"Damn," Jowan said disappointed, "What's the project?"
"Long distance communication via the fade."
"The apprentice must go through this alone First enchanter," Knight Commander Greagoir admonished Irving.
"You are ready." He said ushering Alim towards the pedestal.
'It's about damn time.' Alim thought as magic burned through his veins and felt the world go dark.
A/N: Well here's my first attempt at a dragon age self insert fanfiction. I know, original.
Just so this is out there, Alim will have multiple spells (Six starting ones to be specific) but will have less than or equal to the maximum amount of spells any character can get via leveling up (38 total including dlc, which will be included in this story) and wont have access to Herbology (Such a horrible trade off really.)
Have a good whatever now!