Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Prologue

Ebony colored hair flew in the ponytail it was kept in as a young woman ran for her life. Salvation was just a few feet ahead, within the waiting and outstretched hand of someone covered by glistening white light. "Please! Help me!" The young woman begged as she began to climb up towards the glowing figure. She felt something pulling on her left leg and managed to quickly kick it away with her right foot, but as she and the person reached for each other more of whatever had been assaulting the young woman came in droves as she heard the skittering sounds of what seemed to be spiders coming after her. Just as the young woman reached out towards the figure, in the form of a woman, her world went black.

The pain was what woke her from the nightmare she was having, and looking around the room she was in, the young woman sighed heavily. When she went to rub her forehead with her left hand, she saw the reason she had woken. A sickly green mark was upon the palm of the hand and she shivered; falling back on her bed, she stared up at the ceiling while biting her lower lip. She had no recollection of how that mark came to be on her palm, but since it appeared her world had seemed to turn upside down and now she figured her luck was just shit. Closing her eyes she began to hum a slight tune to herself, a tune that was so familiar to her that many would have assumed that she had learned it from an early age and in truth, they would have been right. "What in the hell is happening to me?" She asked herself with a frown as tears pricked in her eyes. She felt the prick of pain in her hand again, sat up and glared at it, though she knew that it would do no good. Curling her hand into a fist, she growled low, stood and began to put on her armor; sitting on her bed and thinking would do her no good, she needed to hit something and she needed to hit it hard. Grabbing her sword and shield, she headed out of the little house like place and began the trek over to the training grounds (Mostly the end that was furthest away from those camped near there) where she knew no one would be at this time as it was only just past two in the morning. Granted there were people walking around but that was because they were the night patrol.

Nodding to a few that she passed by, the young woman went to the furthest part of the training ground and began her usual training regimen, not realizing that someone was watching her now, but the person watching was a patient man. But he did notice that she stopped to grip her left wrist in her other hand as pain spread through it, once the pain subsided he saw her shoot a glare towards the sickly green thing in the sky, the thing they called The Breach and somewhere deep inside of himself, he felt sorry for her. He watched as she inhaled a deep breath and refocused on what she was doing, but eventually, she gave up and began the trek back to the place that served as her room. Sighing quietly to himself he rushed to catch up with her and called out to alert her to his presence. "Herald!" He called out as the young woman stopped and turned to see him jogging to catch up.

"Commander Cullen?" She asked sounding surprised to see him up so late or early, it was always hard for her to tell.

"I saw you training earlier, are you alright?" He asked her quietly as she frowned. Since he had met her, his gaze seemed to always bee on the lookout for her and as such he had come to learn her habits and 'ticks'. When she was sad or greatly upset, she would seclude herself for a bit to think; but when she was raging mad or extremely frustrated, if she wasn't out doing what needed to be done for the Inquisition, she would often turn to the nearest training dummy and vent out her frustrations, unless the large, burly horned man named The Iron Bull was awake then she would work out her anger with him and he was no pushover when it came to her emotions and training. Needless to say, Bull was by far taller then Cullen and made the poor man feel almost shorter than their resident dwarf; but when it came to the Herald, Bull saw her as "his girl" not in the relationship sense but in the family bond kind of way. Cullen, on the other hand, was beginning to adore her; the Herald (who had yet to share her name with him) was smart, beautiful, and the parts he liked most was that she was so willing to learn new things and was somehow always so nurturing when it came to everyone around her. Yes, she would try to hide her feelings at times, to pretend that she was almost emotionless, but Cullen had seen her almost break down in tears when she had heard how many people had died since all this began so many days ago.