A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Had personal issues to deal with (which still keeps piling up) but never fear! I won't ever abandon this (or the other stories to those who have submitted all four of them). Admittedly I burned through this, so if there's any mistakes I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age or Bioware.

Introducing: A King, Grey Wardens and a Hunter

William's POV

It wasn't even that long when he woke up was he thrown into battle.

William Belmont wiped the sweat from his forehead, grunting slightly as he strained a bit too much from his injuries, ignoring the new ones that oozed blood. They would heal in due time anyway, especially when the hordes of these... things were massive. He cocked his gun at one that was close to a screaming woman, sword drawn and almost successful in killing her. A loud bang from his gun, right into the head and the Thing was dead, it's brains splattered on the ground. William reloaded Evelyn as he ran to the thick of it. He slashed down the Things that came too close, not batting an eye as they struck blows on his body. He was used to pain and the wounds would soon be gone.

"Head towards the Chantry! The Templars will protect you!" A dark brown skinned man shouted from a distance from William, but he could see the large scar on his left ear, some of it's cartilage missing and trailing down to his cheek. Not far off was another man that wore the same armour, but his features were covered by his helmet.

"Calum! Behind you!" The dark skinned man ducked his head in time, when an arrow flew by just mere inches from his head. 'So the young man's name is Calum.' William thought idly, plunging a discarded sword into the diseased Thing's throat, it's throat gushing vile smelling blood and falling to the ground. He's smelled worse. But William couldn't help but noticed, like him, the Knights(? He wasn't too sure) did not sway from the blood as the people did, who panicked even more when a drop of blood hit their clothes. Even those with armor, yet still fought, kept a distance from the creature's blood. So as the blood splattered on him and as his wounds healed at a fast pace, he concluded they somehow found a "cure" or something similar to it.

"This is why we wear helmets, Calum!" His ally expressed.

"Not all of us can be as dutiful as you, Niall."

Then a bright, white blinding light invaded his sight.

Arator's POV

The diseased tainted creatures were endless. Arator gritted his teeth, sweating poured down his forehead as he cut down the opposing foes as they flanked him from all sides. Of course they took advantage his weakened, injured state. The injuries he sustained from battle with the Underking had yet been healed, but Arator woldn't allow himself to falter or pause for even for a second.

Screams and shrieks rang in his ears as Arator cut down the vile creatures, their blood spraying everywhere and paid no mind when the dark, putrid blood splattered all over him. The land might be new and strange to him, but that didn't mean he would turn his back towards these people who cried for help as they held their babes and protected their wives.

So as brutal and vicious like a ferocious lion, he swung down his sword with deadly precision as they dropped dead like flies.

That is, until a flash of blinding white light invaded his vision was when the creatures all came crumbling down into dust. Even the bodies he slain were nothing but a pile of ashes.

The x-scarred face man surveyed the area, studying the people's reactions closely. The look on their faces, once contorted in fear and anguish, were now painted in confusion with a hint of relief but guarded still. They did not know if it was another sign of a threat. Then this source of power was an unknown to them, like him, he wondered who have done it. Was there a powerful mage whose magic only killed off the creatures, leaving the others unharmed? Or was it simply a show of power, before the enemy decided to attack them all once again?

Arator had seen the cruelty in his past life, familiar with it even, he wouldn't be surprised if the hidden enemy played with the people's hopes, to have it risen- only to crush it down like a squashed bug before killing them off.

Catching sight at the mob of people, all passive but... revering? Was the mage their protector then? Making his way towards the crowd he caught the glimpse of a young girl, face scarred what he knew was acne, strewn across the ground with a pale man right beside her. What he thought was a priestess (with her garbs of white robes, now stained) fretting over her with a damp cloth, wiping her mouth from blood and bile as a doting mother would. And as what seems to be a healer, checked the young girl's injuries, treating her with delicacy he's never seen besides the healers that wrapped up his injuries, but he had been a King, then, in his other world.

'Another life now.' The ache in his heart clenched, before batting the thought away.

Arator wondered how important she was, until his ears picked up a conversation from a man with a griffon's sigil on his armour with another man with the same garb as him.

"She's not a Grey Warden or some sort of Darkspawn. And I know you know that, that was not magic. Or at least, not anything we've ever seen. And the man beside her, the people who witnessed the event unfolded reported saying it was a Darkspawn before turning... back."

"We don't know if it is or isn't a Darkspawn, Niall. Sure, the man's face bares no resemblance of a Darkspawn, we don't know if the thing is even human, instinctively."

So the creatures he had killed were corrupted into these things called Darkspawn? If so, how did that even happen? A vengeful God? Could a God even be this cruel, a curse set upon them that twisted their mind and souls into mindless monsters?

His wounds twinged painfully, reminding him to go see a healer to care for his wounds. He looked one last time at the young girl, eerily still and pale before wandering off to go see anyone who would tend to his wounds.

"Maker sent." "She saved us all." "No more Blight."

Niall's POV

Niall had witnessed a great many things during his time as a Grey Warden, but not anything like this.

The girl, who had bravely tackled the Darkspawn and managed to snatch the blade out of their hands and plunged it clumsily in their throat- and to actually have her throat penetrated by the Darkspawn's tongue, but Niall would like to erase that out of his memory- and to have a white, shining light erupt from her body as she laid unconscious was almost while all the Darkspawn vanquished in a blink of an eye was- dare he say- Maker sent.

Niall was a religious man, he followed the Maker's will and spoke the Chant, and seeing something like this- even though from the back of his mind told him the girl might be a different sort of demon- he regretted not helping the child and the young girl from the Darkspawn that attacked the young boy, but thankfully was stepped in by the girl. How can a demon possibly save a child? Especially from that vision with the- Niall shook his head. He mustn't dwell on that right now.

"Niall, we must secure the area and see any of the surviving horde." Calum said. Niall nodded, following his fellow comrade.

Duty comes first. The people needed his help and the girl was safe.

'Or as safe as anyone can be.' Niall thought, walking away.

Leanne's POV

She woke up in a scratchy blanket and a hard bed with the sunbeam hitting her face.

Her mouth was dry, the taste horrendous and it felt thick.

Leanne ignored it all, sure her breath stank right now, and the sun annoyed her and the bed was as hard as a rock, but she was comfortable. Or as comfortable as she can be, because well, hard bed and all, with a crappy blanket thrown on her.

No, what made her stay in bed was the song. A distant melodious voice and the hum from a piano played so beautifully. It was like a lazy Sunday morning, reminding her of her grandmother's house with the radio on as she slept in her room, the familiar sounds of the religious hymns her grandma bought and played as she cooked breakfast. It felt as though if she moved, it would disturb the peace that she felt.

But the song was spoken in English, not in her Native tongue and there was no smell of coffee or eggs and bacon. Just the smell of herbs and something else strong. It smelled almost medicinal, but the faint scent of something plant like made her think it was the "natural" medicine.

'Either I'm in some kooky vegan's who thinks pets should go on an vegan diet when they actually NEED meat house or inside an anti-vaxxer's home.' Leanne thought, burrowing her face into the blanket to block out the sun.

'Or maybe both.' She shivered in horror at that thought.

Moments passed until the hunger in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry and her parched mouth needed water.

She blinked her eyes open, and she was greeted to the sight of another person on the bed. SEPARATE from hers, who was unconscious with a wet cloth on his forehead.

She stared at him in confusion for a few seconds, before turning around and sitting up on the bed. On the other side, another person laid on the cot provided, this time a woman.

'Oh... That's right. I'm in the game. Then a sense of dissociation settled in her mind, numbing her body.

'You killed a Darkspawn.' Leanne looked down at her hand, ignoring the change of clothes. 'Focus on one thing. Hand. It grabs things. You're in Dragon Age. There's dirt underneath your nails. With bits of dried blood. From the Thing you killed. He was no man. It's an It. Don't humanize him- IT, Leanne. It's killed people. Human beings. Or is it just beings now? Since there's now Dwarves, Elves and Qunari.' She flexed her fingers.

'God I'm so fat.' She squished the excess of fat in her fingers. 'Got them sausage fingers.' The corner of her lips lifted into a small smile.

'Not to mention there's demons and gigantic spiders that'll rip your face off and lay eggs on it.' She added, pinching the back of her hand with her nails. It dug into her skin, turning it slightly red.

'But that's a problem for another day.' Leanne concluded, nodding to her self. The dulled world surrounding her now became brighter and everything was right once more.

Leanne got off from the cot, grabbed the bag beside the bed and checked inside. She was thankful it was untouched or that anything was broken. Hand still inside the bag, she discreetly pushed the button on her phone to open to check the time.

10:45 am.

So she slept for a day. So yesterday the Darkspawn horde- Leanne whipped her head up, dropping her phone into the back and rushed the door.

There was a Darkspawn horde, so why the fuck did she not hear the screams or the sound of fighting- she pushed the door open and tumbled out, nearly tripping over but face planted into something metal.

"Ow- fuck!" Leanne hissed, holding her abused nose. Thankfully no blood trickled out or formed in her nose. She stepped back and was met with a dark skinned man in Grey Warden armor.

"We have some questions to ask you, messere."

Calum's POV

Meeting the supposed Maker's champion awake was not... impressive.

Calum stared down at the shorter girl, with her brown, impractically long hair and tanned skin with dark brown eyes. Acne and acne scars dotted on her round face, still in the stages of teenage youth but soon coming out of it. She wore outlandish clothes, none that he ever seen before. It was plain looking, her oants made of rough material and shirt very soft but had somehow captured a painting. The seamstress must've been a master to capture such an image. The girl was plump, evidence of a noble life and a penchant for sweets. The young girl wrung her hands, shifting awkwardly in her seat as she looked to the side, staring out to the window.

The tension was an uncomfortable one. Calum cleared his throat and the girl looked at him briefly, nodding indicating she was listening and eyes dropped to the ground, body hunched appearing small.

"How did you do it? Turning all those Darkspawn into dust and turning one back into a human?" Albeit he was confirmed dead, the people were all shocked at the sight of a Darkspawn turning back into a human.

Calum prayed to the Maker like anyone else, but seeing something like that,

"I don't know." She shrugged, not at all bothered. But it was hard to see any emotions on her face, hair shrouding her expressions.

"Well, there must be a reason you are here." Like many, he was prone to hope. Calum knew what it felt like to be disappointed, having been disappointed throughout the course of 29 years of his life, time and time again. But something like this, Darkspawn turned human, the horde of Darkspawns smited into ashes (and a reported troll from a family who was running from Lothering, the troll having been turned into dust until before it could crush a member of the family). The Templars in the area confirmed it was no magic, or at least nothing they have ever seen before.

"I was... sent." She paused, biting her lip. "I dunno who, but I was given a... task." She gestured weakly.

"What is it?" He asked, leaning forward.

She didn't look at him for a moment, then she turned her head and looked deep into his eyes and looked so, so tired. "I was sent here to cure the Blight."

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