Author's Note: Unfortunately right now I have to use NotePad, which makes this quite bad, but you gotta do what you gotta do! So, first things first, this is my first fan fiction. I don't expect this to be great, so I will accept all criticism with open arms. School, homework, after-school activities, you know the excuses, but I'll try to post at least once every two weeks.

I apologize for the short beginning.

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Chapter 1: The Revival

What was she doing? Repeating the same words she had said before slipping into the grips of the Primal. This was madness, she couldn't even seem to control herself, it was as if she watched the scene of horror as a ghost.

"Garrett, I'm slipping!" Erin exclaimed, the same voice of before, the exact same words as before, the exact same movements as before. Yet there was a twist this time. A flash of blue clouded her vision causing Erin's hand to slip away and fall to the water, yet the Claw found itself in her grip.

It still felt as if she had no control, but her arm dug the Claw into the post of the ship, allowing herself to climb up.

Panting from the pressure and anxiety she had just witnessed, Erin looked at Garrett picking up his limp body and resting his shoulders in her lap.

"Garrett?" There was always some odd connection she had felt for him. Did she love him? Was he like a brother? Or like a father who always stared down for doing something wrong, yet praised for greatness?

Thoughts clouded her mind, and suddenly after a minute of silence, the worst thought came. Could he be dead?

No, that was not an option. Surely he was just unconscious, there was no way the Master Thief, Garrett, could simply die from a small incident that had not even injured him.

Reassuring herself, Erin kissed him lightly on the forehead and lay him a little farther from the edge of the broken ship.

"We'll meet soon again," A light smile lined her lips as she walked away from the scene, ready to gather her thoughts on every event that happened.

What had happened though?

"This isn't a proper place to think," she muttered, making her way out of the sea vessel ready to find a quiet place. Maybe her hideout would be a good place. Though the place brought back bad memories, they creeped her out even if she had been the cause of them.

Tear down the pictures, maybe keep one? Rearrange the furniture, that would give it a different feel, surely. A decision was made. Go back to her home, rebuild it, and think.

Even before that though, she needed to ditch the dress. Erin was in no position to defend herself without the Primal. Thin, weak, pale from hunger, she needed something to sneak around in.

Fortunately for her, in turned out that Garrett had actually killed one man, and he was in the path back. Those zombies were gone too, how fortunate. First undressing the man, then undressing herself, Erin slipped into the leather outfit that the other man wore. It was quite big, making it so that she had to tighten the belt all the way and ditch some of the larger items.

"No gold," Erin sighed, clearly upset. Well, thieves had to steal, and there was always competition for coin.

Making her way off, Erin regretted leaving the Claw in the post.

"I can always make a new one," A few positive comments to herself would boost her moral.

She also found herself still completely capable of sneaking around, but because of the rising sun, there was no time to take a detour of thieving. The Watch, they were all still roaming around, such a nuisance. Making her way through the City, Erin noticed the amount of people roaming around, more than she was used to, that's for sure. This was a great morning, sort of. Free of the Primal, saved from drowning, some new clothes, she even found a bit of bread and cheese left by a patrolling guard of the Watch.

Now it was time to return home, her journey was normal and Erin remained undetected.