Hi All, this is a remake of my unfinished story 'the song I sing' I wasn't really liking the style of it and how our main character was portrayed. For a quick summary, this story delves into a different way the dragonborn joins and saves the thieves guild, basically about an overintelligent masterthief with a bit of an adrenaline addiction and a bad case of arrogance who learns her place in the guild and teaches Brynjolf his. BxDB and BxKarliah.

Chapter One: The Brightest shadow

Brynjolf rested his back lazily against the market stall, it was raining on this dreary day in Riften, and the townsfolk certainly knew about it.

But he kept his place, occasionally calling out with trained heart about his false elixirs, smelling the cold dampness of wet leaves and sunshine. As the day rolled through, he found himself noticing a presence he hadn't before.

A Cydillic beauty leaned against another wall, near the temple, her eyes closed and her lips apart, allowing the fresh wet air to fill her lungs. She wore noble clothing, fancy dresses of the like you wouldn't even see in Skyrim, and you even could see the Goosebumps on her lily white skin as proof of the little difference the thin silk made, keeping her body out of eye's sight like a second skin.

She wore a simple necklace, although undoubtedly valuable, a thin silver chain twisting into the arms of a silver robin with jeweled eyes, matching the brilliant red of her hair.

But her wealth was as plain as day, which actually made Brynjolf's job slightly more difficult.

See, the faction he ran with, had a handful of talented members, all with their own wealth varying, their aesthetic clothing generally hung in the wardrobe so not to attract attention, as is a shadow wielder's way.

But there the lass stood, brighter than the sun on this dreary day, without a care in the world. But her naked fingers were thin, calloused, nimble and undoubtedly quick, he could see folds in her clothing that were well hidden and easily accessible, she did well to keep her possessions out of sight.

She knew pickpockets were a threat, she knew how they worked.

Her purse was kept inside her boot rather than at her belt.

Not that she was wearing a belt with such clothing.

By now, the girl had opened her eyes, and although the girl had a shapely body and beautiful hair, he found her eyes to be quite dull, they were dark, much like a Redguards, black even. There was a certain need in them, but although sizing up a mark was his specialty, her particular need was far from reach that he could wrap his mind around. Although her eyes intrigued him, it was the fire behind them, not the black marbles themselves.

And she was looking straight at him, walking over slowly and cautiously, like a cat when it spied its prey in hopes not to frighten it.

"Need something?" She asked softly, her voice was like a purr.

"I was just thinking that there's allot of gold you're carrying considering you didn't earn a Septim of it honestly"

She then grinned, pink lips pulling back over white teeth, "You might want to finish that sentence."

He grinned, "I run with a certain faction that's all about wealth, I may have a proposition for you, if you were interested."

Her eyes quickly searched his face, probing his thoughts with her own. "Go on…"

"Well my client has eyes set on putting Brand-Shei out of business, and that's when we come in. If you plant Madesi's ring on him whilst I destract the crowd, things should go smoothly, and you'll walk away just a little bit richer."

"Done"

The way she said the words, it's as if they bored her. He was mildly shocked to say the least at how quickly she replied, not a thought to process.

And before he had the chance to open her mouth, she was glued to the shadows like a master, the dark colored satin of her dress folded over her bright hair much like a hidden hood, one lock pick in hand she waited near Madesi's stall for him to start his speech.

So he started to cry to the crowds that began to gather round to an audience. She was seconds on the lock, and emptying the strongbox in moments, and as she slowly stepped towards the elf to complete the second half of the plan he noticed the fire in her eyes raging furiously.

And he realized then what the hunger was.

Her fingers slipped inside the dunmer's pocket brilliantly and neatly, placing the ring comfortably deep and pulling out at a steady pace.

She obviously was trained from somewhere. The technique was standard thieves guild but she had done every step seamlessly that she might have even mastered the traits.

So he ended his speech and stepped down to congratulate her, to offer her prize, to extend the family's arms to her.

Only to find no trace of her.

What a strange thief she was.

He must remind himself to tell Delvin of her over a tankard of mead when he next visited the Flagon.

It's a bit short, I'll be going with my usual 3 reviews requirement for an update. Keep reading and reviewing! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and future chapters.