"Handler of the Multiverse: Dragon Age"
When Mycroft woke up his head felt groggy and his body sore. He groaned, shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness.
'Note to self' He thought. 'Never attempt a trip between worlds after eating cake. It makes you feel stiff.'
The God of all creation managed to blink a few times before his left hand suddenly exploded with green energy.
"What in the-" Shocked and more than a bit confused, Mycroft looked down at his left hand to see why exactly is it behaving so strangely.
Doing so allowed him to learn all of three things.
One, he was kneeling on the ground with his hands bound in a very dark room.
Two, he was surrounded by four armed men that were pointing their swords at him.
And three, his left palm was now adorned with a straight line going across it, which seemed to be the reason his hand was behaving like a hand-held nuclear weapon.
'Well...' Mycroft thought to himself, rather dumbly. 'That certainly wasn't there before.'
Just as he finished thinking that though, the mark on his hand flared up with green light again, startling both him and his four watchers.
Mycroft hissed then glared at the mark.
'Is this going to be a regular occurrence?' He curled his hand into a fist, and was glad to notice that the strange line doesn't hurt to the touch.
Not even a second later, the door banged open and two women stepped into the dark dungeon.
The first thing that Mycroft noticed about them was that, for a world that was supposed to be filled with nothing but elves, they look remarkably… human.
'Well...' He thought, frowning as the black haired one approached him. 'They aren't supposed to be here.'
"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now. The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you." The first woman, dressed in a back armor with a giant white eye painted on her chest spoke, sounding both angry and suspicious.
Well… it was very rare for Mycroft to be confused, let alone in such a short time, but... despite his alleged omniscience, he really had no idea what she was talking about.
This entire situation went against everything he wanted this world to be.
It was one of the very first worlds he created, one he wanted to use as a reference when creating others. Its purpose was to be a safe haven for elves, so he could see how a world occupied by only one species of intelligent humanoids would evolve as time went by.
After a few centuries he grew weary of this world and left his son, Fen'Harel, to keep an eye on it while he himself established another Universe nearby.
And now, suddenly, completely out of nowhere, there were humans.
He was beginning to regret ever leaving Fen'Harel without supervision.
"I'm… sorry?" He asked, trying to cower as much of his confusion as possible.
The dark haired woman ignored him, rather rudely but he couldn't complain given the circumstances as he was accused of causing some sort of disaster. Instead she walked right up to him with quick angry steps.
"Explain this!" She then grabbed his manacles and pulled them up as the mark flared to life once again.
Mycroft hissed at the moment, his body still sore from the between-universe transportation.
"I... can't." He managed to hiss out, as she let his hands go.
"What do you mean, you can't?!"
"I assure you, I have no idea what this is or how it got there."
She didn't believe him.
The dark lady moved to strike him, but was intercepted by the other one, who blended so well into the room that Mycroft honestly forgot she was even here.
"We need him, Cassandra."
'Ah...' Mycroft thought, gazing curiously at the black-clad woman. 'So that's her name.'
"I'm afraid there has been a misunderstanding." He began slowly, voice calm as to not provoke the already aggressive Cassandra. "Whatever you think I did, I'm innocent."
The black haired woman didn't answer, instead… it was the red haired stealthy one that did.
"Do you remember what happened? How this began."
Mycroft wished he could say he had no idea, but that would be lying.
He did have memories of something happening, only he didn't remember ever acquiring said memories.
And that is when he realized that the body he now possessed was, in fact, not the same one he had back in London.
It seems like his consciousness has been thrust into the body of the poor sod that got the burden of saving the world.
He remembered telling Eve that there should not be such a human. Had the system malfunctioned? Or was she too lazy to change the settings, and simply had him borrow the chosen-one's body for the required time of solving the problem?
Whatever the reason… this certainly complicated things.
With this frail human body, he won't be able to use his powers to their full potential, as they would overwhelm it and kill the owner.
That meant he couldn't just walk up to the evil magistrate that was wreaking havoc, strip him off his powers with the snap of his godly fingers, and then close the breach with just as little trouble.
It meant he actually had to do this the old fashioned way of a 'Chosen Hero'.
Mycroft groaned at the prospect of actually having to run around and solve everyone's problems.
What a nightmare.
He was reminded of his present predicament with the impatient grunt from the Red-haired woman.
Mycroft sighed and then decided to focus on the flashes of memories left behind by the original owner of his new body.
"I remember running. Things were chasing me. And then… a woman?"
He felt strange recalling something that never happened to him, but he supposed that couldn't be helped.
"A woman?" The redhead asked, leaning over him.
"She reached out to me, but then…"
He came up blank.
Well… that's not helpful.
It seemed like this was all they were interested in, as Cassandra walked up to the sneaky woman and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take him to the rift."
'Ah, yes. The rift.' Mycroft thought. 'Finally, something I am aware of.'
Cassandra, after watching her colleague leave the room, walked up and pulled him to his feet.
"What did happen?" He asked, trying to get rid of the sudden silence.
Once she was sure he wasn't going to fall over, she replaced his shackles with a rope. "It will be easier to show you."
She then led him outside the building, where Mycroft looked up to see the giant rift, and frowned.
It was bigger than he expected.
Alarming, as it meant he vastly underestimated the magistrate's power.
A mistake he doesn't plan on making again.
"We call it the Breach." Cassandra's voice pulled the hidden God out of his thoughts, as she suddenly appeared next to him. "It's a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour. It's not the only such rift, just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the conclave."
The appearance of demons is going to make getting the damn rift closed, all the more harder, as he doubted they'd go back to the Vail like good children, if he asked them to.
And, since when can explosions create such enormous rifts?
"An explosion can do that?"
It was then that the hidden God realized that even his voice sounded different from the one he had back in England. He hasn't had the chance to check out what he looked like as of yet, but he'll be sure to check once he has access to a mirror.
Right now he's just happy he's taller than the woman holding him hostage.
He would have been quite embarrassed if that wasn't the case.
"This one did. Unless we act, the breach may grow until it swallows the world." Came the curt response.
Before Mycroft could ask another question, the rift reaching for the sky expanded, causing his mark to flare and him to double over in pain.
Immediately, Mycroft cursed the fact that he gave humans nervous systems.
'Bloody hell, that hurt.' He thought after the pain subsided enough for him to think clearly.
"Each time the Breach expands, your mark spreads… and it is killing you." Cassandra kneeled down next to him, close yet distant. "It may be the key to stopping this but there isn't much time."
'Well...' Mycroft considered what she just told him. 'It was nice of the world to give me the perfect cover for my own godly powers. And the fact that it can close rifts? A very nice bonus, indeed.' He looked down at the mark with a little less hate. 'You might not be so terrible after all...'
He then looked at her. There was something he still needed to ask her.
"You still think I did this? To myself?"
"Not intentionally." She conceded. "Something clearly went wrong."
He nodded, accepting her response.
"And if I'm not responsible?"
"Someone is, and you are our only suspect. You wish to prove your innocence? This is the only way."
He wanted to point out that, just because he's the only one they found at the scene of the crime, doesn't mean he's the guilty party, but decided against it.
With that said Cassandra pulled him to his feet and escorted him through the village, they were apparently in the middle of.
Looking around as they went Mycroft only grew more confused.
Not only did humans and elves exist in this world, but it seemed that dwarves also decided to take resistance.
Did nothing stay the way he left it?!
Said villagers were also glaring at him rather spitefully, and Mycroft had to restrain from glaring right back.
'They have a right to hate me.' He thought, looking away from the accusing stares and focusing on the road ahead. 'They do think I'm responsible for the hole in the sky, after all.'
"They have decided your guilt." Cassandra decided to inform him of the obvious. "They need it. The people of Haven mourn our Most Holy, Divine Justinia , head of the Chantry. The Conclave was hers. It was a chance for peace between mages and templars. She brought their leaders together. Now, they are dead."
Mycroft loved how the world he was now in, looked less and less like the one he created all those years ago, the more he learned about it.
'Mages, Templars and Chantries...' He shook his head in silent amazement. 'Dear God, what a mess.'
He deliberately ignored the irony in that statement.
They finally got to a gate situated at the edge of the village, which Cassandra opened.
"We lash out, like the sky. But we must think beyond ourselves, as she did. Until the breach is sealed."
He listened as she talked, wishing to know more about that Divine which seemed to be in the center of the giant mess.
The woman then pulled out a dagger, and for a second Mycroft was worried she was going to attack him with it.
"There will be a trial. I can promise no more."
She then did the unexpected and actually cut his ropes, leaving him free.
He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering if there is a catch to this action, but she simply turned away.
"Come. It is not far."
"Where are you taking me?" It was an obvious question, one he wouldn't have had to ask if she just told him where they're going in the first place.
"Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the Breach."
'So she's taking me to a smaller one.' He groaned.