A/N: Guten Tag all! I saw the trailer for the new Dishonored game and I kind of... got carried away. I'm hoping to write more Dishonored fics because I played the game a year ago and finished it, and have been exploring ever since, (up to fifty hours) and I adore everything about this game ahjsvohvlehj. ANOTHER INSTALLMENT IN THE SERIES? HELL YEAH!
Anyways, sorry for my excitement. Have a fic!
He could still see him.
Still see him holding his little girl in a choke-hold.
He could still feel the rush of white-hot anger.
He stopped time. Briefly.
But it was all he needed.
The assassin moved forward, but the spell broke.
Havelock dove off the edge, the little girl still in his grasp.
He could hear Emily's scream as she tumbled over the edge.
He could still hear Havelock's wail of anger...
Corvo awoke in a cold sweat, heart pounding hard in his chest. Dressed only in a pair of loose fitting slacks, Corvo moved silently through the halls. The stone was bitterly cold against his bare feet. He moved towards Emily's room, and nudged open the door. He saw she was curled up in the bed, a small lump. He heaved a sigh of relief and retreated back to his massive room, the one that he and Jessamine had once occupied in a night of passion.
He sank down upon the feather bed.
He would never forgive himself if something happened to Emily.
Corvo lay there for hours, thinking to himself, silently weighing in the risks, the pros, the cons.
Finally he came to a decision.
He would never let anything happen to his little girl. Not while he still had breath in his body, fire in his soul, anger in his heart.
He would train her.
His little Emily would be able to defend herself.
In the wee hours of the morning Corvo rubbed the mark of the Outsider, that was forever branded on his left hand. He bit his lip and quietly got up to suit up.
Emily would have to start now, and would have to start early.
If she were to have any chance at all.
It was the last thing Corvo wanted for her, and it was something he never wanted himself, but the dishonor that had lain heavy across his shoulders had taught him something he never wanted his daughter to learn until she was ready.
But she hadn't the time to wait. She needed to learn now or be defeated. The lady Emily Kaldwin must grow up, or be annihilated.
And there was no way Corvo was going to let that happen.
Lately a new threat was rising to the east horizon.
Corvo sat atop in the watchtower, his hair blowing in the breeze, cooling the sweat that glistened on his face, he watched as the sun rose. His mask was clutched in his right hand, the left holding tight to the stone edge from where he was perched.
She was ready, he decided. No matter what, she was.
Corvo hopped down and went to wake his daughter, the empress.