MODERN DRAGON AGE STORY!!!

Chapter One: Moving in...

***Your POV***

I was being driven to the boarding house in a taxi with a few of my things.

I adjusted my beaded bracelets that matched my violet "Pat Benatar" tank-top, acid wash, ripped skinny jeans, Crystal necklace and studded black combat boots.

I ran a hand through my feathered brown hair, it never cooperated. My phone rang.

It was my brother Sebastian.

"Hey, Choir Boy. I'm almost there. It's supposed to be a nice place." I said with cautious hope.

"Just hope they'll have enough room for all of your instruments I'm bringing next week. Your sewing things too." He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for offering by the way. I'd hate to have to ask Meredith. She's just so-"

"I know, Y/n...she'll never be mom. Dad doesn't think so either. Their marriage is getting rocky."

I sighed. "Damn...I'll call dad to let him know I got there okay. Just try to pacify that damn Knight-Commander. She doesn't understand what relaxation is anymore." I groaned.

She's an actress, she played a Templar on Broadway. Her whole judgemental, self empowered title stuck, especially since she's from England.

"I'll try, little sister! No promises, but if there are any ladies in that boarding house that are single, or guys, let me know!" He laughed.

I chuckled. "That means I have to make friends and you know how likely that is. I'll text you later, gotta go, love you, BYE!" I quickly hung up and the cab driver just smiled and shook his head.

***

The cab stopped in front of a huge cabin style mansion.

I got out and looked at it in awe, guitar case on my back, army duffle in hand, a couple other cases on the ground behind me. I brought my favorite guitar, safe on my back. It was legendary. Nobody would be allowed to touch it. It was truly like a precious child to me.

I saw a man cutting some hedges, he looked familiar. "Um, excuse me? Is this the Black Mansion?" I asked.

He turned and smiled like a pleased father. "Yes, yes it is. It's technically called Blackwall Manor, but the publicity would be too much for the school to manage. Welcome, you must be Miss L/n. I've 'eard all about you." He looked so proud.

A wire snapped in my head. "Oh my god! You're Tom Reiner! You won the 2012 super bowl for the Grey Wardens! I can't believe that I'm meeting the Warden Blackwall!" I was so excited.

He chuckled and drove his shears into the finely cut grass. He walked over, he really was like a wall. He's friggin' huge, tall and buff. "I'll help you bring in your things. You're the first one here actually. You're the first girl that's ever stayed here, it's the first year that my home has been a boys and girls boarding house. Should be interesting." He shrugged and picked up the three cases, one on his back, one in each hand, from the ground.

***

The house was amazing, the lake was beautiful. The guys and girls would luckily have separate floors and bathrooms.

"You should go down and wait in the main hall, everyone should be arriving tonight." Blackwall smiled and walked out of my room.

***

I finished unpacking my duffle and set up my desktop computer, I needed it for editing my music and making YouTube videos. I felt like I was taking off, my videos got so many views, I really didn't understand why.

I looked into one of my cases and pulled out one of my favorite guitars. A Kurt Cobain, custom designed, Jaguar Mustang electric guitar. A 1996 no less. Somehow the pawn shop owner over looked the signatures on the bottom right...it was signed by Kurt himself. It was his guitar. The bright baby blue and contrasting colors should've been a dead give away.

My hands were itching to play. I plugged in my amplifier and thought of the perfect song to play on it.

Something to live by...

Come as you are...