So i'm hyped for dishonoured two, and hyped after playing dishonoured one. let's see how far i get with this before the hype dies down, eh?

Prologue

"What do you do with a drunken whaler, early in the morning…"

Emily Kaldwin looked across at Thomas, sat in the garden beside her, who was staring at her with a confused expression. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked. "You sung the notes wrong!"

She giggled, picking a daisy and looking around at the gardens of Dunwall tower. "It's called harmonising." She said, idly picking at the petals. "It sounded nice, right?" Thomas nodded, cautiously, and she continued. "One of the maids taught me it. She says you need to have a strong will, and be able to 'stay resolute to your tune' or something." The ten year old boy curled his nose up. "Yeah, for an empress-to-be strong will means harmonising. Where I come from, strong will means not getting shanked down a back alley."

He made a stabbing motion, and Emily giggled. When she had asked her mother what a 'shank' was, she had been harshly scolded, while Corvo had looked on, chuckling in amusement. Speaking of whom…

The boat lift to the tower began to clunk into noisy action, and guardsmen rushed to position, with cries of "The lord protector!" Circulating around them. Emily gasped and pulled Thomas to his feet, her white dress contrasting with his dirty brown rags. "Corvo's back, Corvo's back! Quick, you need to get out of here! If he sees someone like you snuck up here, he'll, he'll- he'll shank you!"

Thomas laughed. "Don't you say it, it sounds weird! Alright, see ya!" Waving her goodbye, he climbed up a pillar and disappeared over the edge, sparing a look back as Emily ran to her father figure. Grinning at his eighth successful sneak into the Empress' tower, he began the long, treacherous descent to the river below, and the city past it. A few metres down however, he spotted something flicker into vision in the corner of his eye. He turned, recognised the mask of the figure-no, figures, that had appeared on the rooftop, and blanched. "Welp, screw this I'm out." He muttered, before diving the long distance down to the water.

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Emily kicked her boots, sighing. Corvo had just got back, and after a too short game of hide and seek, he was talking to her mother about business. Ugh. She glanced to the surrounding rooftops, looking for Thomas on his descent, and then frowned. "Why are they climbing on the rooftops?" No sooner had she said it than some terrifying figure appeared out of nowhere, wearing a mask and carrying a pistol and sword. She screamed and clung to her mother as Corvo engaged. She saw him slice at one of the assassins, but it just vanished, and as two more appeared and charged him, another blinked into vision before her. She screamed and it took her arm and flung her to the floor, bearing down on her mother, before with a yell of rage Corvo flung himself between them, slicing again. The assassin vanished and reappeared behind them, but Corvo spun and fired the pistol point blank. That one fell with a gasp right beside Emily, who screamed and scrambled away from it, wide eyed. One assassin reached a hand out and gripped Corvo in some sort of green field, trapping him, but Corvo managed to twist his wrist and fire his pistol at that one, and it vanished, freeing him. A voice rang out. "He's mine! Get the empress!" And a man in red dashed in out of nowhere, grabbing Corvo and making them both vanish, while another bore down on Emily's mother. Nonononono! Emily spun her head around, saw one assassin blink in and grab the body of its comrade before vanishing, the sword clattering from the hand of the deceased. The sword… Her hands clasped around its hilt. She turned just to see an assassin grab her mother, and unthinking, charged forwards, ramming the blade at the masked figure, but it noticed her and vanished, leaving her blade to stick into… something else…

A few moments later, Hiram Burrows, the royal spymaster, arrived with a group of soldiers, and stopped in pure horror. Instead of the scene he was expecting: the empress dead, her daughter gone, and Corvo there to be incriminated, he was instead met by the sight of Emily Kaldwin, wailing in anguish, with a blade hilt deep in her dead mother.

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Close, yet faraway, the Outsider looked at the scenario with a fascinated, predatory smile on his face. Hiram Burrows wasn't the only one who was surprised. "Forget Corvo." He thought to himself, rubbing his ethereal hands together in anticipation. "I'm going to follow her with great interest…"

Void-singer: Emily Kaldwin

Have some intensity with your intro! Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and if you did please review and say so! The next chapter should already be up, so read on if you want, and see y'all!