Dragon Age: Child of Odin

Katrina slowly woke up the next day, feeling extreme heat on her right side. She yawned, balled up fist ridding her right eye of sleep.


“Strange how warm it is…” she groaned. Taking a few more haggard steps, Katrina felt herself become engulfed in cold water!


“What the hell?! Who put a pond in my room!?” the young girl shrieked, splashing around loudly. ‘Great, in ice cold water with the flipping flu!’ Katrina growled in her mind.


“Are you okay there, miss?” a deep-voiced male with what sounded like a British accent asked.


Still peeved at how she woke up, Katrina spun around, soaked hair splashing her shoulders and face, ready to give this guy a piece of her mind. “What do you think you- whoa…” getting a glimpse of the one who almost received the brunt of her frustrations, Katrina’s jaw literally dropped.


She was face-to-face with one of the most handsome men she had ever seen! This man was about six feet tall, with a muscular build that would make any woman drool or swoon.


His broad shoulders also gave away his build. He was wearing shiny golden armor.


Short blond hair topped off his handsome, chiseled face. Some stubble covered his chin. His eyes were golden brown, an innocent twinkle in their depths.


Overall, this man was extremely handsome…no…not even that could describe him.


The handsome man cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again, concern in his voice.


Her mind was completely blank. Someone this good looking would NEVER talk to her! Taking a deep breath, Katrina composes herself. “I’m alright…a little cold along with being sick. But fine nonetheless. My name’s Katrina, by the way.” she said, calming down a bit and finally looking at her surroundings.


‘Why the hell am I in a forest? Didn’t even think there was a forest like this in my town!’ Katrina wondered, looking around. She smelled what she guessed was something roasting over flames.


“I am Alistair, you’re sick? What with?” he asked, looking slightly worried.


“Just the flu, its nothing serious, just need some rest is all. Throat is kinda sore though.” she sniffled, thankful her nose wasn’t real runny.


Turning her head and coughing, Katrina cleared her throat afterwards and saw Alistair offering her his left hand. “Hmm?”


“Let me help you out of there. We have a fire going so you can warm up, Katrina.” Katrina almost sighed dreamily at how her name sounded with Alistair’s amazing voice.


“Well, thank you. You’re pretty chivalrous, Alistair. Not like most guys I know.” she said, taking the man’s hand. Alistair lifted her out of the water and onto dry land as if she weighed nothing.


“Glad to disappoint I guess?” he asked, a smile on his face.


Giving her a dry blanket to wrap around herself, Alistair led Katrina to a nicely sized fire.


“So, where am I exactly?” Katrina asked, sipping some stew Alistair poured a bowl for her.


“You are in the middle of the Brecillian Forest.” he stated, watching the girl in front of him with interest.


“Wait, Brazilian Forest?! How am I in Brazil?!” Katrina started to panic, accidentally throwing the bowl of stew out of shock. She heard something whine in pain.


“What the hell was that?!” Katrina shrieked, running behind Alistair.


“That was our dog, nothing to worry about. Come here boy!” Alistair whistled.


A rather large dog came up to Katrina. Just standing on his four legs, this beast went up to her chest. He had light brown fur and was huge!!! Just looking at the dog one could tell this dog was nothing but muscle.


“That’s Barkspawn, he is a Mabari warhound. And, what is Brazil? You are in the country called Ferelden.” Alistair answered, patting Barkspawn on the head, who just rubbed against the blonde man’s hand affectionately.

“What? Ferelden? There’s no Ferelden anywhere on Earth! Oh wait! I must be dreaming! Just play along, Katrina old girl! Your alarm will go off soon.” she told herself.


Alistair just gave her a look as if she was going insane. “Hmm…Alistair, is it the year 2010 here?” she asked, a calm expression on her face.


“Wow, we summoned someone from that far ahead of us? Amazing!” Alistair looked astonished.


“Wha- Wait…what are you talking about?! Summoned?” Too many questions were now inside her mind.


“I guess I should explain in more detail?” Alistair asked, looking innocently guilty.


Katrina just crossed her arms and glared at the man. She’s had some strange dreams before but this one so far takes the cake.

“You see, not too long ago in Ferelden, just 6 months ago in fact, we defeated the Blight. Its when these monsters called darkspawn come up from the Deep Roads and wreak havoc on the country.” Alistair began.


“And what does this have to do with me?” Katrina asked impatiently, tapping her foot instinctively.


“I’m getting to that! Well, in order to defeat the Blight, we had to slay the Archdemon, a tainted Old God. The one to do that became the Hero of Ferelden. Her name was Arazze, she was a City Elf from the city of Denerim, she survived but now, there isn’t a single trace of her. She went missing about two months ago. And with the darkspawn not retreating, we needed someone of the same bloodline to help us.”


“She must’ve had relatives surely.” Katrina pointed out, feeling snippy.


“The only relatives we know of are her cousins Shianni and Soris. We needed someone with experience. Neither of them have slain a single darkspawn. That’s why we used ancient magic to summon you. You are a descendant of Arazze.” Alistair finished, hands on Katrina’s shoulders.


“What makes you think I even know how to fight? I’ve never been in a single scuffle, not even with school bullies!” she shouted, backing away from Alistair.


“But, you have the blood of the Hero of Ferelden in you. You must know how to fight.”


“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Must you already pressure the poor girl, Alistair?” Katrina turned her gaze to where the voice came from. It was another male. His voice was suave and had a sort of Spanish accent. ‘Not a bad voice.’ she thought to herself.


A man came out of one of the tents that surrounded the fire pit. Katrina managed to avoided letting her jaw drop, but her mouth was still slightly agape.


This man was the same height as her, wearing leather armor that showed off his biceps and thighs. His skin was a lovely bronze color. His golden eyes stuck out beautifully. His platinum blonde hair went to his shoulders, a few strands were left out of the braid that kept most of his bangs in place. And a lovely tattoo covered his left temple.


“And just who are you?” Katrina was growing ever more impatient and nervous. Two incredibly handsome guys just show up, her not in her own time supposedly.


As the tanned man gently grabbed her right hand, Katrina noticed his pointy ears. “You’re an elf?!” she gasped, then covered her mouth for fear of sounding rude.


The man just smirked and kissed her hand. “My name is Zevran Arainai, but you may call me Zev, my dear. And to answer your question, yes I am. You seem rather shocked.” Zevran stated, Katrina could feel herself grow weak whenever Alistair or Zevran spoke.


“Well, there are absolutely no elves in my time. Except in movies, books and games.” she explained, just accepting this as a crazy dream.


“If I may have a word, my good friend Alistair. If this lovely creature is a descendant of our fair Grey Warden, why does she not have the signs of being an elf? And, wouldn’t she be a Warden as well, due to her lineage?” Zevran asked.


“Maybe the elves were…mated out of existence?” Katrina suggested, feeling out of place now.


“Mmm…what a way to go I must say.” Zevran retorted quickly, winking at the young woman.


Before Alistair could answer, he ran to his tent and came out with a large sword the looked rather nasty and gave off a poisonous odor and feel. He also had a shield braced against his left forearm.


The dog, Barkspawn began barking madly, as if something dangerous was approaching. “Barkspawn, protect Katrina!” Alistair ordered, receiving a howl of understanding from the large warhound.


“What’s going on?!” Suddenly Katrina froze, she felt something. She couldn’t rightly explain it. But, it froze the blood in her veins. And it terrified her.


The ground seemed, tainted, almost everything glowing a viscous black. Then, out of nowhere, hideous monsters came out of the ground. There was no way to describe these beasts. They were straight from one’s darkest nightmares. And they were well-armed…


Katrina screamed in sheer terror. These were the exact horrors she saw every time she slept. “NO!!! Its just a dream!!! Just like before!!!” she began backing up, the clanging of blades and shields and the sounds of piercing flesh and screams of pain from the creatures echoing through her ears.


Katrina felt and saw the world tumble as she tripped over one of the large rocks surrounding the fire pit as she was sent plummeting towards the flames…then…the feeling of falling into blackness.