"Helvete jävlas fan!!" I cursed as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Those things were right behind me, and I'd lost count of how many arrows I had to dodge. I was still surprised I could, seeing how big I'd become, but I didn't have time to dwell on it with those monsters on my heels. As I ran, I couldn't help but think about how totally pathetic I was in the 'fight' I had with them.

The monsters had charged at me, and I had to dodge out of the way of several axes, swords, maces, and a hammer, all of which I barely managed to escape from. They were all around me, trapping me, so, I did the only thing I could think of: I spun my sword around like a lunatic, and somehow I managed to beat them back. Not by a large margin, but enough for me to escape. And now I was in said process of escaping.

One of those smaller green ones caught up to me, and grabbed my leg, making me trip. In a panic, I thrust my sword in it's uncovered head, and it snarled before going limp. Quickly, I wrestled myself free of it's dead grasp, then got up and continued running.

My heart was racing, my lungs burning, and my legs were sore, but I pushed on. I ran and ran and ran, and ran some more. I ran so hard that I thought my heart would break out of my chest, until I just couldn't run anymore, and collapsed onto the cold stone floor.

This is it. I'm going to die deep underground, with no idea of where I am, without anyone knowing. Like I didn't even exist. I listened to the sound of metal boots stamping against stone with a cold detachment.

Just when I thought my pursuers were upon me, a bolt of lightning struck, and I heard cries of pain and smelt the scent of burnt flesh, before a number of armored figures came into my vision, all of which, thankfully, looked human. They beat off the creatures, all the while I watched in awe. Finally, the creatures lay dead, and the armored individuals approached me.

"What's a Qunari doing down in the Deep Roads?" one of them asked, a male, if his body structure and voice were anything to go off of.

"Don't know, but let's get her up on her feet," said another. They pulled me up onto my feet, and I noticed right away that previous assumption was right; I am tall. There were about four of them, and I was taller than all of them.

"Are you alright, miss?" asked the same man. I nodded numbly, still a bit shocked from my close call. "Here, let's head back to camp and get you some clothes," he said, leading me along, the others falling in step behind.

"W-Who are you?" I queried, curious and shaken up.

"We're Grey Wardens. I'm Sullivan, I'm in charge of our little group. The louts behind me are the Greenskin Brothers, Thomas, Scott, and Daniel," the man introduced, pointing to each of his compatriots as he said their names.

"N-Nice to meet you. Um...why are they called the Greenskin Brothers, though?" I queried as we walked through the caves, eventually reaching what looked like more dwarven tunnels, if the arhcitecture was any indication.

"We're called that because of our green, full body tattoos," one of them spoke up.

"Oh... I see," I said lamely. I don't think I've met anyone who had a full body tattoo, much less three of them...

"So, how long have you been down here?" one of the brothers asked.

"I... don't know, I just woke up here," I answered, uncomfortable.

"How can you not know? I'm pretty sure most people would remember walking into a Darkspawn riddled cavern," another brother asked.

"Boys, leave the poor girl alone, she's been through enough," Sullivan chided.

"Fine, fine, we'll leave the horn head alone," they conceded. We walked in silence for the rest of the journey, and while we did, I thought.

My head swirled with thoughts, trying to figure what had happened to me to get me here. This was obviously the world of Dragon Age, but something told me there was something different. Though I had yet to see proof, and was wondering if it was just my mind being paranoid.

After some extended walking thanks to tripping a few times, still not used to my new height, we arrived at a camp. Individuals wearing armor similar to my rescuers flitted to and fro, patrolling the area and going about their business. As we approached, two guards stopped us, their halberds blocking our way further into the camp.

"Halt! State your business!" they commanded. Sullivan walked up.

"Captain Sullivan Grant, returning back from investigation of disturbances in the Veil," Sunny Day explained. The guards retracted their halberds.

"You may pass," they said in unison, allowing us entry. We walked in, and I noticed more than the comfortable amount of stares. Even a few...lecherous, stares. I shivered at that. I need to get some clothes on, soon.

"Here we are," Sullivan announced, stopping us at a tent. "Boys, you can go off on your own now."

"Alright, see ya around, Captain," one of them said before they shoved off.

"Follow me," Sullivan instructed as he went inside the tent. I followed, glad to be away from the eyes of the camp. The tent itself was like any other, made of canvas and such, and there were chests and boxes and barrels lining the inside. Sullivan walked over to a chest, opened it, and started rummaging around in it.

I waited for a bit, just standing in the middle of the tent awkwardly, before he pulled out some clothes. "Here you go, these should do well enough." He said, handing them to me. They were made of silk, surprisingly, and, though small, would likely still fit if I tried.

"Thanks," I said gratefully. A blush dusted my cheeks when he didn't turn around. "U-Umm, could you... Ya know...turn around?"

"Oh! Right, sorry!" he said, turning around. I quickly and awkwardly stripped, feeling incredibly embarrassed despite the fact he wasn't looking, but in time I managed to pull the clothes on. They were a tight fit, but they still worked. Though I wish they didn't hug my form so much.

"Umm... I-I'm done, you can turn around now," I told him. He did so, and I swear he was smiling under that helm.

"Great! Now we can head over to the Commander's tent," Sullivan said, and started walking out. I followed, and as we exited the tent, I felt the intensity of the stares double. Javla dress... I cursed mentally. The satan thing covered more than my undergarments, sure, but it hugged my figure and gave an ample view of my cleavage. Though I liked the black feathery shoulders, those were cool.

We arrived at another tent, this one much larger than the others, and with banners of silver griffons on either side of the entrance. Two guards with fancier armor than the others I had seen were guarding the entrance. I say fancier because the helmets had wings on the sides and they wore bright blue cloth underneath. They stopped us with their swords.

"The Commander is busy. Come back another time," they echoed.

"This is urgent. We found this Qunari running away from the Darkspawn. She may have an idea as to why there was a tear in the Veil," Sullivan urged. The guards looked at each other, before slowly nodding and retracting their blades.

"Very well. Head on in," they conceded. With that, we walked in, and immediately I noticed a small unicorn in very fancy and gilded armor, with, I kid you not, pure, chalk white fur and a blue mane. With lighter blue stripes. I must be going crazy or something. He looked up at us and smiled. I just stared at him.

"Ah, Sullivan, good to see you. Who's this?" the pony asked asked.

"U-U-Umm... I'm Mera Vas, sir," I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Vas. Might I ask what a Qunari such as yourself is doing down here?" the Commander asked.

"My team found her being chased by a group of darkspawn, and we rescued her," Sullivan explained.

"Is this true?" the Commander queried, turning back to me.

"Yes. But there's a little more to it. You see..." and thus, I told him how I got here. From the message I got, to falling asleep, to waking up here.

"Hmm... That's quite a tale, Miss Vas. Although that would explain the disturbance in the Veil..." the Commander said, seeming to mull over what I had told him. He perked up again, a smile on his face. "Well, let's worry about all that later. I'm sure you're quite tired from all that running. Sullivan, could you show her to your tent?"

"Of course, sir," Sullivan nodded. "Come on, Miss Vas,"

With that, we walked out of the tent. Sullivan showed me to his team's tent, the Greenskin Brothers just hanging around it, and they offered me a bedroll. Tired and dazed from all that had happened to me, I jumped at the chance for some sleep.

Hours passed and I just couldn't sleep, despite my exhaustion. My mind kept going back to the Commander, and how he was somehow a fucking unicorn. My mind was absolutely boggled. I sighed deeply.

"It's just one fucking thing after another, isn't it?" I asked myself tiredly. In time, I fell asleep.

Author's Note

This particular chapter went through many rewrites, enough that I've lost count. I can only hope it was enough to change it into something presentable or palatable to your tastes.

As all always, thank you all for reading, my dear readers. I appreciate it deeply.

-Timeless Celestial