Thieves of the Night -Skyrim-

Skyrim, for those of you who know what it is... then here! If not, it's a video game of amazing awesomeness. Picture on the side is of the games logo, I'll try, I swear. 

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My black eyes scanned the area for my target. I was crouched behind a barrel, hiding from plain sight. He was known for his long red hair and matching beard. Sometimes he would be selling his items in the market or drinking mead in the Ragged Flagon.

               “Who are we looking for, lass?” a voice asked from right behind me. I jumped, and pulled my dagger from my hip.

               “Who are you?” I asked, pointing my dagger at him.

               The mysterious man smiled and lifted his hands, “I’m a friend, lass. I heard you were looking for me,” he smirked and looked at me with a devious glint.  “Is there anything I could help you with, Loki?”

               “How did you find out my name?”

               He smirked, “The same way you found out mine.”

               “Brynjolf?” I asked; my dagger still in my grasp.

               “That would be me.”

               I put my dagger away, my arms folding over my chest, “I heard that you are a part of the Thieves Guild,” I lifted my chin, swiping the dark brown hair away from my face.

               His smile dropped, “And who would have told you that, lass?”

               My lips drew up into a smile, “I have my resources,” he frowned.

               “I have a job that needs doing… think you can do it, lass?”

               “Nothing will stop me,” I whispered and listened as he told me what to do.

               “Speak to me after it is done,” he glanced at me once more before turning around and walking away.

                I watched him as he walked away before I turned away and crept to the market. My steel boots clinked loudly and I winced when my target, Madesi, looked around.

               “Halt! Leave, sneak thief, before I throw you in jail!” A Riften guard yelled, he pulled me up by the collar and shoved me the in the opposite direction that I was heading.

               I hit the ground on my hand and knees with an ‘Oof.’

               “Don’t come back here, milk-drinker,” the guard growled before walking away.

               I looked down at the ground, my cheeks red with embarrassment, “Get up, lass. We should talk,” Brynjolf’s voice spoke from above me. He grabbed my arm lightly but firmly and pulled me to my feet.

               People stared at me, the woman who sold armor smirking and the lizard who I was attempting to steal from wore a hard glare. My mind was too focused on my failure than the people surrounding me.

               “I-I failed…” I whispered. This was the first time I had failed anything I didn’t like the feeling.

               “It’s okay, lass. You just need training in the way of the sneak,” Brynjolf looked at me with a smile, “Good thing there is a whole guild dedicated to it,” my mind was still racing with the fact that I had failed.

               “How do people live like this? Failure… I do not enjoy it,” I said, my lips twisted in disgust.

               Brynjolf raised an eyebrow, “And that is why I want you to join the Guild. Of course there will be-“

“I accept,” I interrupted, tired of his useless banter.

 He glared at me for a moment and continued on, “ there will be things for you to master before you can actually be a part of it,” he led me towards the Temple of Mara, his footsteps silent while mine could be heard from miles away.

               “Where are we headed?” I demanded when he pulled me behind the Temple.

                “Usually when we have new recruits, lass, we tell them to go through the Ratway; this usually lets us know whether they are worthy members of our guild; but you, you have been through enough. The moment my men and women saw you enter Riften, I knew you would become a member,” I snatched my arm from his grasp.

               “What do you mean you ‘knew I was going to become a member’?” my voice came out harsh.

               Brynjolf simply threaded his hands together, his smile mocking me, “Don’t you think the Thieves Guild tracks who comes in and out of Riften? Your name, lass, spreads across Skyrim; many know who you are,” I glared at him; not liking the fact that people know who I am.

               “I suggest we go in, lass, before the guards start to wonder why two people are standing in a cemetery.”

               I looked around us and noticed the large statue of Talos at the back of the cemetery.

               “Lass,” I turned my attention to Brynjolf, “Are you ready to be a member of the Thieves Guild?”

               I had fought dragons, killed vampires, taught an orc a lesson, and joined the Companions… I was ready.

               “Yes.”

               Brynjolf stepped into a separated chamber and pressed the triangle on the front of the stone casket, “Welcome,” he said as a part of the floor slid away, revealing a  porthole that lead to somewhere, “To the Thieves Guild, lass,” with that, Brynjolf walked down the steps and disappeared into the darkness.

               I walked forward, preparing myself for the unknown.