Songbird

Another Modern OC fic. A homeless young girl plays music every day for cash in order to survive. She dies after getting hit by a train, but wakes up in Thedas. No pairings yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age Series.

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A Thousand Years

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The strings of the guitar resonated with sound as she strummed the chords that played the rhythm of the song. She had it in memory as it was one of the most memorable songs.

Megan sang, "Heart. Beats. Fast. Colors and promises… How to be brave? How can I fall in love when I'm afraid… to fall? But watching you stand alone… all of my doubt… Suddenly goes away somehow…"

The noisy subway went on their business and yet her music echoed as far as it could reach.

Clink! Clank!

Coins were dropped upon other coins and cash inside her guitar case. She continued to sing and play with all her heart…

"One…Step… closer…"

Clink! Clank!

"I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years…"

Clink!

"I'll love you for a thousand more…"

Clink! Clank!

The rest of the day, Megan Lockhart played a variety of songs that she knew how to play with her black guitar, only taking breaks every a couple of hours. Her fingers were tired, but she just enjoyed playing music.

It made her forget the misfortunes.

She was an average 19 year old girl, going to college. Money became an issue when her father passed away, and brokers came to collect debts. She lost the house and all her items were sold, so she could use the money to survive. Well, almost all her items were sold.

She's been in the streets for a whole year now, and she only had her father's black Taylor guitar and her favorite book: The World of Thedas Vol. 1.

Those two items were the only things that made life a little bearable.

She was trying to save up enough money though to buy the Vol. 2 of the World of Thedas. Then again, she heard that there were spoilers of Dragon Age Inquisition in it. For now, when she buys the book, she'll have to hide it in her guitar case and wait until she could actually play the game. However, that would take a very long time.

And who knows when she'll have a home again.

The 6:00 p.m. train was coming and so she gathered her things to go and wait behind the yellow line. Her guitar was placed inside into the case with the book, strapped upon her back. The change of money she collected were in her purse.

She was counting the money in her purse when suddenly thick hands reached out to grab the purse.

Fortunately, this wasn't her first mugging.

She clutched on to it and kicked the mugger hard. "HELP!" She screamed.

People watched unsure what to do as the mugger pulled roughly.

"Let GO!"

The train whistled loud and clear, but Megan held on to her money. No. She needed this. She was homeless, and she needed to survive. She needed to eat, to sleep, to take a shower, to…

Then he punched her across the face, making her let go of the purse.

She staggered back, but there was no floor.

Screams were heard and the blaring horn of the train bellowed like the roar of a lion. She turned her head to see lights, blinding her.

Before she knew it, agony encompassed her whole body upon the impact.

In seconds, the darkness took her away to a numbing sleep.

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She gasped aloud and coughed, trying to breathe.

Staggering back on her feet, she tried to remember what had happened. The blaring horn of the train still echoed in the back on her mind. That's right. She was hit by a train.

So where was she?

She found herself in a desolate place. Was this limbo? Green or brown mist limited her vision to just a few meters. However, she saw separate lights of gold and green, standing out like a beacon. Where else is she supposed to go?

She tripped over something hard and saw that it was her guitar. She picked it up and sling it in on her back. There was no way in hell was she leaving her father's guitar.

Walking on the hazy path, she tried to remember what else and how she could have gotten her. Everything was such a blur and she felt sick. Her head felt light and yet so heavy at the same time. Had she hit it?

Also… how is she alive?

She found the steep hill that led up to the lights, but then she heard hisses. She looked behind her and her eyes widened, seeing the army of giant spiders as big as Great Danes rushing towards her.

"What the fuck!?"

She ran and they chased her down.

"Quick!"

She heard a voice and she looked to see a woman glowing in gold. Who?

"Hurry, child!"

Megan was hurrying as fast as she could, and the heel had gotten steeper. She slipped a bit but the few bits of rock collapsed other rocks and tumbled down to knock the spiders back. She kept going and the woman was just a meter away.

"Take my hand!" The glowing woman called out.

She reached out, fingers touching and her left hand glowed brightly out of nowhere…

Before she knew it, she was crawling on a stone floor with rubble everywhere. She tried to force herself to get up as she could see people far away from her rushing towards her, and…

Are they… wearing medieval armor?

Her eyes rolled and darkness consumed her again.

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Megan groaned a bit as she found herself in a damp cold cellar. She could see four figures at least, standing around her. They noticed her awake and they were immediately alert, drawing their swords out and aiming it at her.

She was immediately awake and alert, looking at the guards that surrounded her.

"Who are you? Where am I––?"

Then one of them cut her off, snapping, "Silence, murderer!"

"Murderer?!"

Megan tried to get up but she felt something heavy on her wrists. She had some sort of medieval shackles on her, chaining her to the ground. Then, she saw her left hand. It was glowing slightly, burning like a flame and yet charring like a storm cloud, but it was emerald green.

"..What the fu––AHH!" she screamed when the mark flared, sparking pain throughout her whole being. "What is this?! Get it off me!"

"Shut up!" The same demanding guard shouted, but Megan was too scared. She was already breathing in and out too fast and her heart was pounding as loud as the headache banging upon her head.

"GET IT OFF ME!" She screamed.

"Someone get Seeker Cassandra! Or Sister Leliana! Tell them the prisoner's awake!"

Megan paused from her nonsensical panicking. Cassandra? THE Cassandra? And Leliana?! Where the fuck was she? These people are crazy!

Were they going to sacrifice her?

"Please let me go! Whatever sick game this is, I want out! PLEASE!" Fucking LARPERS have lost their shit was what Megan thought. It's just like that story of two girls worshipping Slenderman by killing a friend of theirs at night in the woods.

Her cries had fallen deaf ears as the guards just kept their blades on her, but they saw how afraid she was. Was this really the murderer? The monster that destroyed the conclave?

Then the doors burst open, and in walked two women. Megan's breath hitched a bit as she recognized them.

No… No, no, no, no, no! This isn't real! This isn't REAL!

"What isn't real? Hmm?" Cassandra demanded.

Megan had said it aloud, but she didn't care. She only continued, "YOU! Any of you! This! This isn't REAL! I'm not even supposed to be here!"

Leliana raised a brow at that, going up to her. "What do you mean––"

"I'm supposed to be DEAD!" She shouted, and then she realized she wasn't dead. This was no fucking dream. "At least I think I am… I must be dead. I can't be here!"

"So you are the murderer!" The Seeker shouted as she marched over to her, grabbing Megan by her collar. "You killed everyone in the conclave! You killed Divine Justinia! But you failed to take your own life!"

What?!

"C–Conclave..?! Divine Justinia..!? I don't know what you're talking about! I was killed––!"

"It's too late to LIE! Now, what's that mark on your hand?!"

"I. Don't. KNOW! What you're talking about!" She began to struggle now, frantically. She cried out in terror, "Get away from me!"

Thankfully, Leliana stepped in, grabbing Cassandra by her shoulder and pulling her away. "Let me try to talk to her…"

"Aren't her words enough proof, Leliana?"

"We need her alive."

They needed her alive? Shit! Of course they would be using her as a sacrifice! She would rather have the train back now than this crazy shit that's happening!

Sister Nightingale approached the odd girl. There was just something not right here. First off, her clothing was anything but from Thedas. She couldn't be from here. She had not seen any girl like her. And the instrument case that was strapped on her back when they found her was far more advance than any lyre or lute.

"What do you remember?" Leliana asked.

Megan calmed down but only a bit. "I… I remember getting hit by a train, and then ending up in some limbo! And… spiders! Giant fucking spiders..! …A–and a woman!"

"A woman?"

"She said to take her hand! I took it and suddenly I'm… I'm here. That's all I remember."

There were some words that they didn't understand but they were running out of time. Cassandra came up and tapped Leliana. "Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her to the rift."

Rift? If this is really Thedas… then what is this rift?

"What really happened?" Megan asked, looking up at the Seeker with frightened eyes.

"It's better if you see it for yourself."

She led the strange girl out of her holding cell only to see the huge hole in the sky, spitting out flaming, crashing comets.

"We call it… the Breach."

Megan felt her knees buckling. Holy shit… This couldn't be! This couldn't be real! She fell to her knees on the ground, feeling the wind knocked out of her.

"…Jesus Christ…." This couldn't be!

"Who?"

She's in the GAME.

The Dragon Age Inquisition!

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Note: Pairings are undecided, however, I'd like to choose between Cassandra, Cullen, Hawke, or Solas. Pick one and please give me a reason why. Anyway, I thought it'd be fun to just have a musician be the Herald, someone who hadn't had any fighting experience at all. What kinds of songs should she sing? Please suggest!

Comments and criticisms are welcomed!