PROLOGUE
Dunwall, like every major city of its size, has a prison. And Coldridge, like every prison of this age, has a drawbridge. And the drawbridge, like all its predecessors, has a gatehouse; the gatehouse, a gate. And the gate, guards the barracks, which in turn guards the cellblocks.
Are you with me so far? Good. Because this is where it gets interesting.
Each cellblock, like every prison of its kind, has been divided according to an occupant's offences against society. Lesser crimes, such as theft, where one might only lose a hand, are positioned closer to the gate. Crimes of more substance, murder and treason, are locked further away in the near total darkness with only the rats for company.
For many, this place will be their tomb. But even killers know that there are worse fates.
For all know, though they have not seen, what it means to be truly damned.
Their screams echo up through the bedrock as the Overseers inflict their trade.
It is a place of darkness.
A place of fear.
A place of suffering.
And it was built to house the most monstrous criminal of all. The assassin.
It is here, beaten, and chained to the confines of his cell, that he rests. An innocent man, though that in of itself is nothing new, and it's certainly not what makes him interesting. And while he is a man of great passion, of both unwavering loyalty to those he loves and terrible wrath to those who would threaten them, that's still not why he has been chosen.
Can you not see it? Perhaps it is because you are looking with mortal eyes.
For if you were to truly comprehend why he is important, you would not only understand time, but also be able to perceive it.
Change it.
There are precious few of you who can and fewer still that would, for fear of upsetting the natural order.
But where is the fun in that?
He is ready. The duty that bound him has been stripped away. The love that nurtured him has been violently snuffed out. The honor that defined him has been warped beyond recovery. He is a man capable of anything.
And yet fate would decree that he is to be executed. His efforts unrecognized. His potential unrealized.
No.
I think, we can do better.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Very short I know. But I'm happy with how it's turned out. This is my first fanfiction so if I've made a mistake please do not hesitate to correct me.
