A/N: Hey guys! So here's the sequel to TESV Incident! If you haven't read it yet, please do so unless you want to be lost for the entirety of your time reading this story. It is available on my profile.
Here's the prologue. It's going to be short for the first few chapter. Enjoy!
My body has been still and cold for many years. For the first time ever, I was gladly able to open my eyes, only to be blinded by light. The blinding light, regardless of the pain it brought to my eyes, was the most beautiful sight I've seen since I was well met by a stranger in Skyrim.
Not only is the light warm, but so is the person waiting for me. I wake up, then the most comforting rush of adrenaline springs through my veins knowing that next to me, holding my hand, was the said stranger. I owe him not only my life, but his, too.
I look at his eyes that are as brown as the most luxurious chocolate ice cream on Earth. His eyes dig into my gold- no, green eyes of guilt. Guilt that his life was lost in partial thanks to me. And now, somehow, I found it. Here he is, holding my hand, being the only thing I can see beyond the beautiful blinding light. He's smiling, happy to see the person that couldn't save him in time.
Before I could apologize, all the weight in my head vanishes. He spins as the light slowly darkens, until I'm back into a pitch black abyss. I flail my arms, attempting to grab his hand again. It slips away, and I'm woken by a shake.
"Summer," a soft voice mutters. "The sun's going down. We have to leave soon."
I sit up as I recollect my thoughts. Oh, right. I haven't woken up. I've been in Skyrim for much longer than Asuna told us. I joined up with the Thieves Guild after the accident. The Thieves Guild was apparently untouched, probably because all of the old user's data was erased. Not only were all quests reset, but Helgen was never burnt down. It was as if the entire system was reset. It probably was reset by Kirito, for who knows what reason. To save my life? Yes, cause one life was all it took for him to realize what was happening.
Greedy bastard.
"Unless you want to go to the Reach in the daytime?" A voice that was slightly less soft questions me. "You wouldn't like that, would'ja lass?"
"Shut your hole, Brynjolf," Karliah snaps. "This isn't a time for jokes, she's been asleep for a lot longer than usual."
"How much longer?" I question.
"You usually sleep for nine hours. It's been twelve," Karliah informs me.
"What's up, lass?" Brynjolf gently asks. "Bad dream, or something?"
I nod truthfully. It couldn't have been a vision. The dead cannot be brought back to life without conjuration. I may be a mage, but I'm no necromancer. I clutch one of the two pendants around my neck: the gold one with a ruby in the centre, enchanted for good health.
"Well, luckily you're back to reality," Karliah assures. "And we've got a job to do."
"Right," I patiently agree. "Let's not waste time. You're keeping watch, Brynjolf?"
"Yes, Guildmaster," he states.
The closest I've ever been to happiness was when I was "coronated" as Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. Even the milestone of taking the role as a leader for the first time wasn't enough to exterminate the chaos infecting my head. I've learned to shut it all out at this point. The best thieves don't get rich by dwelling over the past, but dwelling over the future can be considerable.
Unfortunately for me, I'm too busy with the present to even look at what I'll eat for supper today. Karliah and I have business to take care of in Markarth.