Green mist swirls around me. Hard rock beneath me. A flash of green close to me. I groan and push myself to my hands and knees. A wave of dizziness washes over me and I pause, trying to gather my strength. I can taste the coppery tang of blood in my mouth, but what from, I've no clue.
I can't make anything out in the green, hazy mist. It's too thick to see through.
But there's a light… something is shining at the top of a flight of stairs. I'm blinded for a second but I can make out a figure… a person.
My legs move on their own accord… I begin walking towards the figure.
Green mist swirls around me and all I can do is keep moving, my eyes glued on the flight of stairs.
I don't know how long I've been walking for… but it doesn't seem too long. The stairs stretch out before me. I've got no choice but to climb them.
I hear a squeal behind me, followed by more. Spinning, I can make out five bodies rushing towards me. Bodies with eight legs and seven eyes.
I scramble, tripping on a stone step. But I manage to heave myself up and continue up the stairs, getting away from the giant spiders.
My throat closes up…
Spiders. Anything but spiders.
I run, not daring to look back. The figure is shining a brilliant yellow and I keep my eyes on it. Its hand is outstretched, reaching for me.
The steps are steep and my boots slip on the rock, unable to gain purchase. I try not to think about falling to my death.
I stretch my hand, trying to reach for the shining figure.
I can hear the spiders behind me, hear my heart thumping against my ribcage, ready to explode.
A green light swirls from my hand and my eyes widen. But before I can figure out what it is, my finger touch the figure's.
A flash of white light blinds me and I'm thrown through the air.
I don't know where I am. In bed? In the library? Probably in the kitchen.
Darkness swirls across my vision, through my mind. I can hear footsteps and look up to find myself lying on the ground, around me a destroyed building.
My eyes are heavy, my brain scattered. I can't form a single thought.
A few soldiers surround me, but my vision darkens and I fall into a sleep.
Author's note: Whelp. Prologue done. It doesn't seem very exciting now does it? But please bear with me! I'm hoping to make this as awesome as the franchise already is! I'd like to warn thee that this story shall contain a lot of dialogue and scenes from the game (but along with many scenes I manage to make up myself). I own none of the characters in the serious, but my Inquisitor. I'd also like to point out that I really want to take a Game of Thrones approach to the story: a long high fantasy style—essentially a novelization of the game. Ha. Hopefully it all works out!