A/N: And here it is: the (not so) long awaited sequel to the Watcher at Highpass! As for update schedule, I'll do my best to keep regular updates coming, but well, between a junior level Oceanography class and Calculus, I've got quite a bit on my plate.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Elder Scrolls series, I only own my original ideas.
Highpass Chronicles: World's Fate
A Skyrim Fanfiction
Prologue: Assassin's Blade
4E 205, 23rd of Last Seed
The Assassin moved through the Katariah, silent as a ghost. He'd avoided notice so far, and was nearly to his target, Emperor Titus Mede II. The assassin didn't know why Amaund Motierre wanted the Emperor dead, and in truth, didn't care: The destruction of the Falkreath sanctuary was more than he could bear… his family: Gabrielle, Festus, Arnbjorn, Veezara… almost all those who he'd opened up to were dead at the hands of the Empire's agents. There was only one thing he could do: Repay the favor. He reached the door to the Emperor's chambers, and with a bit of work with his lockpick, popped the door opened. Within, he found the Emperor, standing there in his purple robes and waiting for him.
"So, you've come," said the Emperor, "I thought you might try again. Maro is a fool, none can prevent the Brotherhood for completing their missions. Before you kill me, I have one final request for you".
'Might as well hear what he has to say, won't hurt my contract,' thought the Assassin, who then said, "What is it?"
"The one who hired you," said the Emperor, "I suspect he wants me dead for some special reason. I wish for you to strike him down as well. One who wishes to harm the Empire is a far bigger threat than a tired old man. Whether you do this or not does not truly matter… I'll be dead anyway".
The Emperor then turned his back on the Assassin, accepting his fate, the Assassin lashed out, driving his blade straight into the Emperor's heart. The Emperor fell, and the Assassin's job was done.
"It is done," whispered the Assassin, "Hail Sithis".
The Assassin straightened up, and started for the exit… only to find himself face to face with most of the Penitus Oculatus, as well as Commander Maro.
"He's killed the Emperor!" shouted Commander Maro, "To arms!"
The Assassin backed away quickly, heading for the window. He may have been a skilled assassin, but he knew he could not take on an entire army. He leapt out of the window, diving into the waters below. He quickly downed a Water Breathing potion, and swam away, surfacing in the marshland where he could vanish easily. Now that he was in the clear, he whistled, calling Shadowmere to him. He hopped on the horse's back and rode off, heading back to his contact in Whiterun. The Assassin had no idea just what his actions would lead to, that they would be the spark that lit the fires of war and change, and bring the downfall of his ultimate employers. All he knew was that he'd done what he'd been hired for, and that his pay was awaiting him. Once that was done, he could head to Dawnstar, where the remnants of his family awaited him.
A/N: And there we are, a short prologue to start us off. Now that things have been set in motion, see you next time!
