Author's Notes:
This story is set in an alternate universe of the game "Dishonored". A universe in which mirrors that of the 20th Century instead of the Victorian Era, like in the actual game. Basically, this story's universe is set in the 18th Century, but everything has advanced to represent the 20th Century. That includes technology, social standards, political and ideological movements, etc. You will expect and encounter familiar characters, settings and elements of the game, implemented in a unique and unfamiliar fashion. So, stay calm. It's alright.
This story also does not follow a linear form of storytelling. It will break off from different time spans and perspectives. Similar to that of William Faulkner's works and his notorious method of "non-linear narratives". I'll try my hardest to write my story as clearly as humanly possible.
I also don't own "Dishonored". Arkane and Bethesda Studios, however, does own it. Any references from different movies you may realize, does not belong to me. They belong to their respective owners.
Enough of this lecture! Please, do try to enjoy this story.
Constructive Criticism is also accepted.
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Surrounded by the roaring oceans and seas of the Earth, lies the
Commonwealth of the Isles. Once the vast empire of all the world's civilizations
ruled over by a series of monarchs and tyrants.
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Commonwealth of the Isles, Dunwall's Regent's Park.
Winter, Modern Day
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In the vast, urban streets of downtown Dunwall, a young girl in her early twenties, with a very peculiar novel and a bouquet of flowers in her hands, walked along the city's snowy sidewalk, approaching Dunwall's well renowned Regent's Park. She hummed a tune, possibly of that of an old Serkonan folk song, and soon faced an intersection that separated her from her point of destination.
This was entirely a new and possibly frighting experience for her, coming to a large and over crowded city like Dunwall. She was a common farm girl from the extensive plains of the Serkonan Province. Coming to a huge place, such as Dunwall? Another county folk girl would not even dare to come to such a place. However, this certain girl has a reason if not that, a goal. A goal to accomplish in Dunwall.
Dunwall, where the streets were busy with whale-powered cars and transportation buses, City Watch Officers directed vehicle traffic and patrolled the streets in their cruisers, the towering buildings of certain businesses and corporations extended to the very skies of the heavens.
The city where markets and cafe shops crowded every street corner, men and women walked the streets to and from work in their high rise office cubicles. A city where possibilities are endless and Democracy reigns triumph for all the Commonwealth's citizens.
She eventually crossed the sidewalk and with focused eyes, she viewed the entrance of the park, along with the Park's numerous, dark wooded trees covered in the winter snow. She dared took the first step into the park, feeling such joy and happiness. After weeks of traveling throughout the Commonwealth, from the Serkonan city of Bastillian to the nation's capital city, Dunwall.
She had reached her point of destination, but her goal. The main reason, why she has traveled so far, lie within in Regent's Park itself.
A golden statue dedicated in the memory of her most beloved author, Piero Joplin.
The young, Serkonan girl focused her vision on statue which situated in the center of the park, avoiding the groups of people socializing, playing chess and eating their lunches on the grass fields of the park. She viewed every detail of the statue, observing Mr. Joplin's signature glasses and his skinny and lengthy proportion. At a steady pace, she soon approached the towering statue, looking at it with her utmost attention.
After a few minutes, she placed her bouquet of flowers at the statue's base and soon sat on the grey pavement, lying herself against the statue's base.
She took a small and short breath before placing the peculiar novel on her lap with the intention of reading it. Before opening the novel, she gazed at the title cover.
"The Forgotten Protector" by Piero Joplin.
After that, she soon turned to the first page of the novel, and thus began to read...
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Socialist Republic of the Isles, Dunwall
Piero Joplin's Apartment
Summer, 1785
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The frail and elderly Piero Joplin sat in his chair patiently at his desk, waiting for the cameraman facing him to give him the signal. This was it. Piero was patient, but he was also nervous. It was the curse of having such a love for literature and the wanting need to express it without any restraints. Especially, when that need brings the feeling of doing the right thing.
What he was doing was a crime against the state, but he knew the true crime would be not allowing his new story to be revealed to the citizens of the Isles. They needed to know the brave story of the man they were taught by the Communists to loathe, to hate. They needed to know the truth.
Piero was soon signaled by the cameraman who then, began to count down.
"5...4...3...2..." , the cameraman said, soon holding up his index finger to represent the last number of the countdown.
With a short cough, Piero spoke his first words to the camera.
" Greetings, my fellow workers of the Isles. I wished to proudly announce that after years of writing Socialist literature in honor of our great comrades in the government, I wish to present to you, my final work".
Piero paused before continuing.
" I have been blessed by the heavens to have my work be celebrated among you all for many years... So, before I retire to possible obscurity, I wish to bestow to you all, a story of true humanity, a story that displaces true acts of camaraderie and dedication".
" This story...This story, however, cannot be written in a novel, nor can it be distributed as a legally published document for it 'offends' the great law of our Motherland".
"And so, I, along with a brave cameraman who's name I will not give for his own safety, are recording this video so that, you and future generations onward knows about the story of this brave Emperor and his most trusted friend".
Piero was shaken, but he gained his fervor and continued speaking.
" Even though, I could not legally write a novel about the past 'aristocratic oppressors' whom ruled over these lands for centuries, I have done so anyway. Why? Because, this one Emperor and his most loyal friend managed to display what we, as humans, have lacked for decades because of Communism".
"Our humanity and freedom".
"So,... for the next few hours, I will tell the story of the men who were cheated by the victors of history and most importantly, faith".
"But, this story will be told in a very unusual and very thought provoking manner".
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That was the end of the first chapter. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome! Since I'm new to fan fiction, look at my profile if you wish to get to know me better.
Next Chapter- Part II: Mr. Attano.
Until next time, farewell.