Lost Shepard: Act 1 Part 1

Shetland blinked, looking around confused. He heard a noise and quickly turned around, eyes going wide. "...Den...mark?" It..couldn't be! Before he could say another word his lower arm way grabbed. "He-hey!"

"This way!" Before he could do anything he was being dragged towards the stairs, his choice made for him. Slowly things seemed to get lighter. The black steps turned a midnight blue, the blue light becoming brighter, almost white. Suddenly he found no more steps, the light glowing beneath him. "What the blo-the hell!? It's a bottomless pit! What i-"

Without warning he was shoved towards the light, falling backwards as he was unable to help  it as he found himself screaming, closing his blue eyes as he felt a strange wind blow his messy red hair into his face. And then...nothing. No further movement, no pain. Just... "...Salt water?" He'd recognize that smell anywhere, slowly opening his eyes. He realized he was sitting again, hands on his knees and gazing at a shoreline. "...Home?"

Was it really this easy? No...something wasn't right. It looked like his home but... Connor was thrown from his thoughts by a voice that made his heart freeze over. "Come on, Magnus! Before the sun rises!" No... A childish laugh and another voice that tore at his heart. "I'm coming!"

Slowly he willed himself to look to his right to see Norway heading his way with very old fashioned fishing gear. But...he was younger. Appearing no older than a young teenager. And behind him...rushing to catch up was.... "...Impossible." It was...him. When he was a child...when he was owned by the Nordics. Laughing and smiling as he finally caught up to the static viking he admired so, carrying his own fishing gear with him. It...was truly him, even wearing a blue cloak like most nations around him wore back then.

Connor was frozen in place, watching as the ghosts of his past started fishing together at what had been their favorite spot in Shetland in the early morning hours. Magnus...laughing and smiling and Lukas without a care in the world. He wasn't sure what to do. Part of him wanted to walk away and just find a way home but the other...the other wanted to get closer. Long to see if he could truly relive the memory. Maybe...maybe this wouldn't even be so bad. To possibly stop time and stay in this moment where he was happy and carefree with a Norway that was proud of him. What was he to do?