Thieves of the Night -Skyrim-

Chapter 2 -A New Start-

My idea for Loki, I know its video game but I'll probably just show what she looks like in my mind:)

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“Brynjolf, who is this?” a woman’s voice asked immediately as I stepped down from the ladder.

               Brynjolf turned around and looked back at me like he had forgotten I was even there, “Oh, that’s the girl I was talking about, lass. She’s a new member, treat as such,” he looked towards the woman who spoke and nodded his head.

               My mouth tightened when he started to walk away. My gaze slid to the woman and I clenched my fists, for the dirtiest look someone has ever given me was etched into her ethereal features. “What?” I snapped.

               Her lips turned up into a smirk, “Don’t think you can just strut in here and think that you are a member. You must prove yourself. Everything you do -what you eat, where you sleep, how you finish the jobs- will be watched and calculated,” her smirk turned into a smile, “Welcome to the Thieves Guild,” she finished and walked away from me.

               My lips were twisted to the side, something I did whenever I didn’t like something.

               “Don’t worry, Sapphire is usually like that with the recruits,” a hooded man said from next to me. He had a smooth voice, “Come on, I’ll show you to your bed,” he waved his hand for me to follow. We delved deeper into the cave-like room and walked along the wall.

               In the middle of the room, shallow water was pooling from the water fall that fell from the ceiling. A large circular walkway arched above the water.

               We continued walking until he came to a short bridge that hung above the water, “This here is our prince, Nocturnal,” the man said while pointing up to the statue of the daedric prince. “She guides us in our duties, although she hasn’t been very kind to us for the past few months,” the man grumbled and slouched his shoulders.

               He started walking and I struggled to pull my gaze away from the dark statue. Something was pulling me… something unnatural.

               “Are you coming, Loki?”

               I turned my head to look away, but my eyes stayed locked on Nocturnal’s own eyes. Out of nowhere they flashed a deep purple and I stumbled back, my ankle catching the rope that held the bridge up.

               Water soaked into my armor, my hair matted to my face. My eyes stayed locked on the prince’s eyes, searching for that flash of purple that I had sworn I had seen. What was that?

               “Loki?” I tore my gaze away and looked up at Brynjolf, “Are you alright, lass?”

               I opened my mouth to reply, but words wouldn’t come out. So I nodded my head slowly, dizziness swarming my eyes. Where is this all coming from?

               A pair of hands lifted me up from my armpits and leaned me against their side. “Niruin, help me get her up,” another pair of hands took hold of my waist. They both picked me up and carried me somewhere. My eyes still swam with dizziness and I struggled to see straight.

               “What do you think that was?” a voice said right next to my ear and I came to the conclusion that it was the man who had given me the tour.

               “Probably tired, poor lass,” Brynjolf said.

               “I’m still awake,” I breathed and tried to stand up on my feet. “Get off of me,” I growled and pulled my arm out of Niruin’s grasp.