Una Grace Trevelyan was never meant to be the hero. She was going to bide her time in the Tower until somebody realised she wasn't a harmful mage, like the others. But, without warning, she's thrust to the front of a revolution to send a message to the Divine at the Conclave. But when the Conclave explodes, Una is left with a mark upon her hand that has the power to save and destroy the Universe. She's stuck with warriors, rogues, Wardens, and apostates -- and worse, one of her key advisors is the very thing she's learned to detest, a Templar. Yet, she finds him softer than the rest. Can she forget her bias, can she learn to fight? Can she believe those around her? Where will her power lead? A Dragon Age fanfic that's updated occasionally. Slow-burn and steamy (steamy chapters marked **).