A/N: This is my first real fanfiction, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This story will probably tie in with others I write which are based on Skyrim. Critiques and suggestions are appreciated! (Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC, Luceria. All rights to Bethesda.)

Part 1

Just get in and out as fast as you can. Take what you want and run.

Those words repeated themselves over and over again in my head. I had stolen from so many other places, taken thousands of septims' worth of other people's possessions; so why, then, was I unsure now?

My hands trembled as I lifted a gold necklace from an end table. As I slipped it into my satchel, I noticed it had been laying on top of a note. I unfolded it out of curiosity. What I read almost made me feel guilty:

Dearest sister,

I've been thinking of you. It's been quite a long time since we last spoke, hasn't it? How are things, back in Cyrodiil? Is your shop still as successful as it was when I left? I hope you and your family are happy. I may be coming home soon. I'm excited to see you again. I'm sending you a gift, since I know you like to collect jewelry. I hope you like it.

For some reason, knowing that the necklace I was about to steal was to be a gift made me uneasy. I folded the letter and placed it back where I'd found it, laying the necklace back on top of it. I had stolen enough from here already. I left quickly, locking the door behind me. I slipped over Whiterun's wall with little difficulty. Tired from the long day of thievery, I sank to the ground, leaning back against the cool stones of the wall. My black hair tickled my face in the breeze.

I wondered why I suddenly felt remorse when it came to stealing sentimental objects. I'd never had any use for such emotions, as I had lived alone since I was a child, having run away from my home in Valenwood at a young age. Then again, maybe that was the problem.

As a Bosmer, darting around in the shadows came naturally to me. It wasn't hard to teach myself how to steal, and I made a decent living that way. However, as much as I enjoyed life as a thief, I would begin to feel terrible after stealing from someone I knew. Therefore, I quickly learned to avoid relationships with people while appearing charming and elegant at the same time. It would take a long time for townsfolk or guards to get suspicious of my actions, and if they did, I would simply travel to another town.

I was growing very sleepy by now. Luckily, there was a small bandit camp nearby that had been cleared out earlier by Whiterun's guards. I settled down in one of the abandoned tents and fell into a fitful sleep.