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Amy Dallon | Panacea | Red QueenCassandra PentaghastLeliana (Dragon Age)Solas (Dragon Age)Original Female Character(s)Varric TethrasJosephine MontilyetVivienne (Dragon Age)Sera (Dragon Age)Cullen RutherfordThe Iron Bull (Dragon Age)Blackwall (Dragon Age)Dorian PavusGereon AlexiusCole (Dragon Age)
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CrossoverCanon DivergenceTeenage Inquisitor (Dragon Age)Knowledge of Dragon Age Is Intended To Not Be Necessary To Follow The StoryIsekaiAmy Dallon and Her Hudson News Worth of IssuesSelf-Loathingguilt complexMommy IssuesLimerenceWhat Would Vicky Do?Is a Question She'll be Asking Herself A LotAmy Dallon is the Herald of AndrasteAmy Dallon is the InquisitorBecause putting a traumatized self-loathing teenager with superpowers in charge of a quasi-religious military organization is a great plan!Spoiler Alert: It ends up actually working outBut It's Going To Take Time To Get ThereBecause Amy Dallon Is A MessThe Amy Romance will be very slow burnAmy Dallon Needs A HugAmy Dallon Will Need To Experiment With Her PowersBut Only To An Extent Because She's Still Terrified Of ThemAmy's Powers Will Play A Key Role At Various Points In The StoryAdditional Character Tags to be AddedThe Divergence is slow to build but it will comeShaper Hates the TaintShaper Likes DragonsAmy Likes Dragons
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Part 1 of Amy Dallon, Hero of Thedas
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Published:2025-03-24Updated:2026-07-05Words:431,076Chapters:38/?Comments:1,139Kudos:679Bookmarks:214Hits:44,887
Amy Dallon, Herald of Andraste
Kylia
Chapter 2
Notes:
Author's Note: I started working on and outlining this story before Veilguard came out. Given the fact that this takes place in the south, etc, there's just not a ton that is in Veilguard that's going to directly matter in this fic, but some lore revealed in it does have a bearing on various details here and there in Inquisition, etc.
I'm not going to hold myself to Veilguard in that respect - some stuff from it is canon for this fic, but some is not. Very case by case and it will show up when or as it matters.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Amy Dallon, Herald of Andraste
By Kylia
Chapter 2
Any lingering doubts that Amy might have had about this not being Earth-Bet were shattered at the sight of the massive green... thing in the sky. The Sky shouldn't have a hole in it, but what else could she call it? She'd heard of the idea of a hole in the ozone layer, as a thing that was an issue before she was born, but this... this was something else entirely.
There was nothing like this on Earth-Bet. And if some sort of cape, like that one crazy bitch that had tried to blow up the Moon, had caused it, there'd be capes all over the place onsite. The PRT would be here. The Protectorate. There'd be capes flying up close to the thing, probably using tinkertech to get a better look at it...
Where are their capes? Fine, there was a war between Mages - powered people - and Templars - the PRT equivalent - and peace hadn't happened, but with something like this, wouldn't they be working together? Like the Endbringer Truce, bringing heroes and villains together...
Though that one just gives villains cover, excuses... Carol had no fondness for the Endbringer Truce, and had vented about it a lot, over the years.
"We call it the Breach," Cassandra said, turning back to look at her, then following her gaze. Amy stared for a moment, still searching for fliers. Flight was one of the most common powers. Did they really not have a single one handy? "It's a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour."
Amy looked back at Cassandra. "Demons? Magic isn't real, and neither are demons. It's just powers and -" What could demons be? Case 53s? Or...
Or something like what Blasto or Nilbog can make... Amy clenched one hand into a fist, driving fingernails into the base of her palm as she tried not to linger on that.
Cassandra stared at her like she'd grown a third arm or something, then shook her head. "Whatever you believe, the Breach is there, and real. And while it is the largest rift into the Fade, it is not the only. All opened up after the explosion at the Conclave."
"The Conclave was destroyed by an explosion? That you think I caused? And you think I - what, caused this too?" Amy just looked back at 'The Breach', trying to figure out what she was looking at, and failing. Powers were bullshit, they could do all kinds of insane shit, but her power had at least some limits. "There's no way my powers could do anything like this."
"As I said, what little evidence exists points to you."
"What evidence?! I still barely know where the hell we are, and I don't know who a Templar is!" Amy closed her eyes, "I'm stranded on another Earth and some crazy medieval lady thinks I'm a murderer," she muttered. Vicky would know how to handle this, or be able to figure it out. Or just punch her way out.
Okay, so even odds she'd try that, at first, especially if they put shackles on her...
Not that these people didn't deserve it, but - that wasn't an option for Amy. She bit the inside of her cheek a moment. She opened her mouth to speak again, but then the pain in her hand returned again and she stumbled, right hand clutching at her wrist, as if that would help. Tears were in her eyes again, and she fell to her knees, crying out...
"And my hand is being repeatedly stabbed by invisible, intangible knives," Amy muttered, nearly whimpering the words out.
Cassandra stood over her, then, after a moment, offered a gloved hand.
"Every time the Breach expands, so too does the mark on your hand," she explained, "And unless we act, the Breach could swallow the world, and that mark will kill you."
Amy looked down at her hand, at the glowing green lines starting to fade back to their usual dull, dim green, her hand reducing to a low, throbbing ache.
Her thoughts raced, too many at once to really understand any of them - she had no idea what was happening, no idea where she was, how she could get home, if she could get home...
If I'll ever see Vicky again...
But the only thought she could really focus on was the fact that Cassandra was claiming this... mark would kill her.
The mark is connected the Breach. But -
Amy shook her head. She could think about the hows later. Maybe. She swallowed, then took Cassandra's hand - for a moment, the woman's bare face would have been in reach, she could have touched it, knocked her out, done something to her -
"I don't want to die," Amy said softly, quietly... feeling almost pathetic as she said it. She took another breath and pulled herself up back onto her feed with Cassandra's help. Okay. Okay. This -
She had no way of knowing if this woman was telling the truth, if this was all some elaborate lie or scheme or -
But right now...
What would Vicky do?
Amy wasn't her sister, couldn't be her sister, could never be and normally wouldn't even want to try but right now... right now Vicky's habit of just... doing might actually be what she needed...
Maybe just a little less recklessness than was normal for her sister though? Just a tiny bit.
"I don't want to die." Amy said again, putting a little more energy into it.
"Good." Cassandra said after a moment. "Because that mark on your hand may be our best chance for stopping this. The two are linked, clearly. Come," Cassandra gestured for Amy to keep following her, and Amy did so, wrapping her arms around herself a little, the cold - it wasn't really that bad, but compared to April in the Bay, it was a big change, all of a sudden, at least for her. And she wasn't dressed for it...
"I don't see how you can say this mark is killing me and think I did this on purpose," Amy muttered and Cassandra looked back at her.
"Something clearly went wrong. I doubt you - or whoever did this, if you are truly innocent - planned on... this," she gestured to the Breach. "If you want to prove your innocence, then help us stop this madness."
"Fine." Amy tried to pick up the pace, Cassandra now walking beside her, hand on her back, pushing her forward. They went further into what was clearly some kind of village. Haven? There were people - more dressed like the guards, or at least similarly, other people that didn't have armor or weapons at all, but still dressed in clothes she'd never seen an actual person wear in real life. At least the village didn't smell, even if they probably didn't have modern plumbing here...
Really? That's what I'm thinking about right now?
The people she saw all paused and stared at her as she started to pass by. They started murmuring, whispering... Cassandra put a hand on the hilt of her sword, ushering her forward with her other hand.
"They think I'm just as guilty as you do," Amy said, seeing the hate in their eyes, the looks that could have killed - one of them reached down and grabbed a stone off the ground, moving as if to throw it at her, but a look from Cassandra made the man - maybe twenty something? - lower his arm.
"They need to. Divine Justinia was beloved, and now she, and all who attended the Conclave are dead." They passed through the village quickly enough, at least, exiting out onto a dirt path, well-trod, a slope ahead of them. "It was the best chance we had for peace. She was the only one who could bring their leaders together."
Cassandra's voice sounded a little choked as she spoke of this 'Divine Justinia', whoever she was she was important, and someone Cassandra clearly mourned.
"They hate you because it makes the pain easier. To blame someone. But Justinia always thought beyond herself, and so must we. The Breach must be sealed. Little else matters." They reached a gate - the rocks and slopes around them had left a narrow path that led to a cliff, a frozen river underneath, and the guards opened the gate at a nod from Cassandra, revealing a bridge.
"I can promise you that there will be a trial." Cassandra told her, in a quieter tone.
"A trial for the death of a woman I've never even heard of, and everyone's already decided I'm guilty," Amy grumbled, knowing it was stupid to say it, to complain, there was nothing she could do, but...
It was all she could do?
"As I said, this is your chance to prove your innocence. There is a smaller rift nearby. If your mark can close it, then perhaps it can close the Breach," Cassandra explained.
"How... how the hell...?" Amy inhaled, then, "Am I just supposed to know how to do that?" Mages are powers. Magic is powers. But I didn't - this isn't some second trigger right? Amy had pretty much known what she could do, once she triggered, at least known what she needed to do to save Vicky, to push out the bullets and knit flesh back together and restore organs and replenish blood and -
Amy screwed her eyes shut as her memory flashed back to that day, the mall, her sister, her overly heroic idiot of a sister, bleeding -
"I am no scholar of magic, but I have never heard of anything like these rifts. I doubt any mage would know how to do anything with this magic," Cassandra explained, not turning back to look at her as she spoke. There were a few others on the bridge, but these ones seemed too busy organizing weapons or supplies to do more than spare her a long glance, or a whisper to a compatriot. "We must simply try and hope."
Really bolstering my confidence here... Amy swallowed.
Vicky wasn't just reckless and prone to charging in. She wanted to understand powers, understand things in general. She was a nerd, and sure, powers were her main thing, but...
Vicky would be asking questions. And understanding what was going on... that had to be good, right?
They passed through another gate at the far end of the bridge, and out onto another path, sloping upwards.
"So - what exactly can you tell me about this Conclave? Why - why were your powered people, your 'Mages' fighting the Templars? Who... who exactly was Divine Justinia?"
Cassandra looked back over her shoulder, pausing in her movement for a moment, then she came closer and spoke to her as they walked up the slope, passing a series of makeshift barricades - scrap wood piled up, overturned carts - with guards (soldiers?) standing behind them, small fires burning along the side of the path in places, blazing despite the cold.
"I do not know if I can believe your claims to being from somewhere beyond Thedas, but I shall humor you, for now," Cassandra said after a moment. "Divine Justinia was the leader of the Chantry, chosen to lead the faithful."
Chantry is a religion then, and Justinia is... pope? Priestess? Pope seemed a reasonable fit, Amy's limited remembering of history classes prompting something about popes in the middle ages and being really powerful.
"Thedas? Is that the name of this planet?"
"It's the name of the continent," Cassandra answered, as Amy paused near one of the fires, holding her hands out towards it. Cassandra stopped, and turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "We do not have time for that."
"Do you have time for me to get hypothermia?" Wait, did they even know what that was here? "You know, when you get super cold, start getting sluggish and confused and all that? I'm not dressed for this fucking weather," Amy pulled her hands back into her sleeves the fire having helped a little, and she began walking again.
"Okay, so Justinia was in charge of your religion," Amy said, "And the Templars were part of this... Chantry?" Knights Templar were a religious order in Europe, right? Crusades and stuff? So that would make sense? If they thought powered people were mages and the local monster capes were probably the 'demons', then handing policing them over to the church made sense, right?
Or as much sense as anything in a backwards, medieval world would make, anyway.
"Under the terms of the Nevarran Accord, Templars have served to protect mages and to guard against blood magic and abominations for the last eight hundred years. But when the -"
"Eight hundred - how the - you can't have had powers for eight hundred years?! They've only been a thing for - thirty years!" Amy cut Cassandra off as they passed another pile of burning wood and... a body? Up ahead, she could see green balls of fire - small meteors? - raining down into the valley far ahead, coming from the Breach.
Seriously... what sort of power could do that? Tinkertech? Would Tinkertech even work the same way here? Victoria would have a better idea, but probably not much of one. She'd heard her sister talk about how much Tinkertech really was just as much nonsense as powers in general, working in ways that absolutely shouldn't.
Victoria thought it was cool nonsense. Amy just thought it was even more bullshit than most powers.
"Magic has been a fact of this world since the most ancient days," Cassandra said, as if she was saying 'gravity makes things fall'. "Far longer than eight centuries."
"That's impossible! How the fuck can you - magic isn't -"
How the fuck was - powers were the thing that made all the insane shit possible? There couldn't possibly be another Earth where 'magic' was real? This had to be -
Maybe powers are... not as new? Maybe they've been a thing on some Earths for longer? That - that made sense. That had to be it. Amy refused to accept 'magic' as an answer.
Amy stopped walking, starting to breathe faster, closing her eyes, trying - and failing - to take deeper breaths. Her pulse was pounding, she could feel her heard practically in her throat, shaking.
Magic isn't real, it's just powers and I just need to find someone who can make a way for me to get home and if I can survive this - this- thing on my hand and -
As if thinking about it was enough to set it off, Amy's left hand spasmed again, the knife stabbing into it - this time, she couldn't help it, she screamed as she stumbled, falling forward onto her knees, maybe onto her face, if Cassandra hadn't raced to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. Amy didn't even try to hold back tears this time - nothing in her life was like this, she'd never felt any pain even close. This was absolutely a 10 on any sort of reasonable pain scale, beyond anything, anything she'd experienced. Forcing her eyes open, vision blurred, the glowing of her hand was painful, but there was no blood, no... anything external and she couldn't understand -
Her hand was being stabbed and now burned and -
Panting, desperately sucking in shallow breaths of air, head starting to feel light and - and then just as suddenly as the pain had come, it started to subside, fading back to a dull ache again.
"This would almost be easier to deal with if it would stop fading and then coming back!" Amy sobbed out, but she couldn't pretend she wasn't relieved... gasping, managing proper deep breaths again.
"You must try to endure the pain," Cassandra said, as she extended a hand. Amy didn't dignify that with a response as she took her hand and got back onto her feet. "The pulses are clearly getting worse, and they seem to be coming quicker. We must hurry. Save your questions and your disbelief for later."
"Fine, fine," Amy nodded. Cassandra picked up the pace, and Amy, cursing her longstanding disinterest in actually going to the gym, tried to get into a jog to keep up, or as close as she could -
It wasn't that she was fat - Carol, or especially Aunt Sarah, wouldn't have stood for that - but despite numerous offers from Vicky to go to the gym with her, she'd never seen the point, never bothered. She wasn't going to fight, she didn't enjoy exercise or working out the way her sister did, and -
And now all that was coming home to roost. Her sister was going to fucking gloat when Amy told her about this.
Up the slope they moved, Amy trying to remember anything Uncle Neil might have taught them about running - his self-defense lessons had made clear that running if they couldn't fight was always an option, and he'd especially focused on her with the running part, since she was the only one of her sister or cousins who couldn't fly.
Just - just one more way she -
Forcing that thought down, Amy focused on the jogging, trying to keep her breathing even and good and through her nose as much as she could. They reached another bridge, and Cassandra slowed the pace a moment - Amy took the excuse, taking deeper breaths now that she had the opportunity.
"We're almost to the valley proper. Almost all of it, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes, where the Conclave was held, has been laid to waste," Cassandra explained. There was a loud cracking-crashing sound and Amy nearly jumped out of her skin as a green. Flaming boulder landed nearby, and then another, even closer. Cassandra grabbed her hand and started to tug her across the bridge, trying to pick up the pace - Amy tried, desperately to match it as another one fell, and then -
One more hit the bridge, the stones making it up exploding upwards around the crash site - for a moment, everything seemed to still, the bridge seemed to hold despite the gaping hole in it and then -
The ground fell out from under her, her hand slipped out of Cassandra's and Amy cried out as her body hit rocks, rolling down the misshapen mound of fallen stone and hitting the ice of the frozen river beneath her.
"Ow..." it was less painful than her hand when it flared, but all over her body, all of her skin now feeling like a bruise, or just about, her bones in her limbs aching...
I don't - I don't think anything is broken -
She pushed herself to her feet, just barely managing it when another flaming rock hit the ice - but instead of breaking the ice and sending them plunging into a frozen river, a... thing rose up from where it had landed.
Thing was really all Amy could use to describe it. It was tall, taller than her sister, maybe as tall as her Uncle Neil, but she couldn't even call it humanoid - it had arms, and a torso, but rather than legs, it's lower half was sort of a roiling mass of some kind of dark dust or something, making the thing look like it was floating.
Its arms were long and spindly, ending in four clawed fingers, but it didn't have a head so much as a misshapen, hunchlike lump of a thing topped with what looked like rags, hanging forward, where a head might be. It had no visible eyes and -
Amy just didn't have the words to describe it further as it made a sound that could be called a roar.
"Demon!" Cassandra shouted, and Amy heard the sound of her sword being drawn, and then the woman was standing in front of her, between her and the demon. "Stay behind me!"
I can see why they call these demons...
Amy couldn't imagine this was a Case 53, a Monster Cape - they could be all sorts of crazy things, but this - just looking at it felt wrong.
Something created by a power? Tinkertech?
Cassandra charged to attack the 'demon', catching it's claws on her shield and swinging into the thing, the blade cutting into it, but there was no blood, no immediate sign of harm or damage -
The ice between her and Cassandra glowed green, wisps of darkness rising up from it and another creature, looking almost exactly like the first one, rose up, making a sort of snarl-growl noise.
Definitely not a Case 53! That was Amy's last coherent, clear thought as she started to scramble backwards, eyes darting around - it was frozen river all around, there was no way she could climb back knot the wreckage of the bridge -
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an ornate-looking wooden staff as long as she was tall, maybe taller - but she didn't make a move for it as the 'demon' 'charged' at her, seeming to slide across the ice - Amy let out a scream and ran for it, feeling air displace behind her as the thing clawed at where she'd been moments before -
She couldn't look over her shoulder, couldn't let herself get distracted, couldn't -
Amy's foot hit a particularly bad patch of the ice and she felt her leg give way out from under her - for a moment, she was in the air, none of her touching the ground, flailing, as if there was anything she could grab, and then she hit the ice, landing on her ass, the 'demon' making another growly sort of noise, looming over her, raising it's claws -
Amy tried to pull herself backwards, hand on the ice, trying to scramble, trying to get away - claws scythed down, Amy threw her hands in front of her face, screaming again and then -
There was the sound of something punching into flesh, Amy felt something hot splattering her arms and hands - then another growl from the creature, this one quickly fading into silence...
Shaking, gasping, Amy lowered her arms to see Cassandra standing there, armor spattered with blood, sword covered in blood as well. She had a cut in the non-metal part of her armor, along one arm, blood staining the leather - it was a small cut, it didn't even seem to be actively bleeding anymore...
As for the thing that had nearly killed her - the 'demon' just... gone. No body, no corpse...
Amy looked at her own hands, they had blood on them but -
This isn't blood? Amy had touched blood before. Hazard of being a healer. And when there was blood on her hands, it was - it was still a living thing, or at least there were living things in the blood she could feel but these - these weren't -
There was nothing in this blood. If it wasn't for her own fucking eyes, and the feeling of it on her bare skin, she -
"This isn't blood..." she repeated her thought aloud. "What - what the fuck?" She swallowed, looking up at Cassandra, who had lowered her sword.
"Why did you not fight back?" Cassandra demanded. "Even a mage of your age would know some defensive magics - a barrier, if nothing else!"
Amy stared at Cassandra, "I have no idea what you're talking about! I've told you, powers aren't magic, magic isn't real, I'm a fucking healer! I got a few self-defense lessons from my Uncle Neil years ago and I barely remember them and I don't fight - I don't want to fight, I've never wanted to fight, I just - if you want someone who can fight, you need my sister!" Amy said the whole thing in one breath, gasping for air as she finished, still sore, still lying on the ice - and with the 'heat of battle' quickly fading, the chill from the ice was seeping into her skin through her robes, her pants -
I need my sister...
Amy pushed herself to her feet, and then watched in amazement as the blood on Cassandra's armor and sword - the blood that wasn't hers - started to vanish... Amy looked at her hands and arms and saw the blood quickly fading as well.
"I am beginning to believe you speak truly, impossible as it may be," Cassandra said after a long moment staring at her. "I do not believe you would commit to a lie at such risk to your own life." Cassandra sheathed her sword.
"You're hurt," Amy gestured to the cut on Cassandra's arm.
"A minor injury," she shook her head. "It's not even bleeding any longer."
"Like I said, I'm a healer - I - you're the only one standing between me and those - things..." Amy hated the way her voice sounded shaky and weak but -
Amy didn't really want to heal this woman, didn't want to help her, but - she wanted to die at the hands of some sort of monster's claws even less and -
"...we don't have time for you to make a poultice or apply a bandage to something so minor," Cassandra countered. She started to turn.
I'm not some fucking herb woman! Amy hated the indignation she felt at the comparison, rising, almost choking her for a moment.
"Not that - I don't - I have no idea what you think mages are supposed to be able to do, but I am a healer! I'm a parahuman! I don't - I can heal someone with a touch! It's what I do, it's my power," it was part of her power, but it was the only good part, and even then, it wasn't all that good... "My sister flies and can break concrete walls and my cousin can fly and shoot lasers from her hands and I heal!"
After a moment, Cassandra stepped closer, "Fine. Let us see your healing, but be quick." Amy stepped closer as well, and put her hand on Cassandra's bare neck for a moment -
All it would take was an errant twitch, a thought - she could knock this woman out, she could stop her heart or make her arms boneless or -
Amy closed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on Cassandra's injured arm - the skin closed up, and Cassandra let out a surprised gasp, pushing Amy's hand away.
"...That was not magic," Cassandra said, stunned. Amy looked at the woman's previously injured arm, Cassandra poking at the spot she'd been cut. "I felt my skin close, as I would if healed by a mage, but I didn't feel you draw on the Fade at all." She looked over at Amy now, meeting her eyes.
"I do not know from whence you come, Amy Dallon, but it is clear you are a long way from home." Cassandra said with conviction. She lowered her arm, "And I am beginning to believe your protestations of innocence."
Oh now she believes me!
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Author's Note: Amy doesn't like healing, so it may seem a bit odd that she's so insistent about it after Cassandra rejects her offer, especially since it isn't like Cassandra has been badly hurt at this point (keeping the person standing between her and the monsters alive is a good thing). But basically, healing is pretty much the only thing Amy has right now, the only thing she has control over, and she's more or less latching onto it for that purpose.
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