A/N: I am soooo sorry for the crappy structure before i just got my internet back up. so now its muuchhh better. This is a completely revised version of chapter one i hope you enjoy! feel free to review, and if you enjoy my story as it grows then be sure to let me know! your reviews are my inspiration. Again i do not own Tamriel or anything associated with it. Just my original characters
Chapter: 1
The Battle in the Silver Wood
A pair of Altmer were silently walking through the dark forest of Silverwood, watching the moon moths circling the moonlight that streamed through the canopy of the forest, their golden armor glinting in the moonlight as they themselves passed through it. The younger Altmer was following close behind his commanding officer when his commander stopped rigid. The pair had just walked into a clearing, the younger Altmer looked around scanning the lush tree line for any signs of a threat. He saw nothing. The older Altmer signaled for his son to follow as he silently pulled his elven great sword from his back. The pair slowly crept into the clearing, the younger altmer silenty pulling out his bow and notched an arrow. Upon the two making it mid way through the clearing the faint breeze died, the sounds of the surrounding forest died to complete silence in the blink of an eye. The air in front of the two began to shimmer in several spots, the young altmer tensed ready to let his arrow fly and instantly notch another the way he had been conditioned to do since he could walk. His father moved out of his direct line of fire, dropping his great sword in front of him in a defensive position. By this time the shimmering spots in the air had materialized into fierce Altmer warriors, wearing ebony and gold Aldmer fashioned armor. They had stumbled directly into a Thamlor ambush. Without even an exchange of words the Thalmor charged the pair. The older Altmer of the pair charged forward swinging his great sword taking down one Thalmor, bending low and his powerful blade taking of his victims legs at the knee. He spun in place bringing his blade around decapitating the Thalmor at his back. The younger Altmer Loosed his arrow dropping a charging Thalmor, immediately following the attack with another shot, hitting the next Thalmor between the eyes. As he turned to the right he saw three of the remaining Thalmor charge him as a group. His lips turned up in a sinister smirk as he drew three arrows notched and loosed all three of them and laughed in satisfaction as they hit all three of the Thalmor directly in the chest passing through their armor and piercing all of them through the heart. The trio fell forward propelled by the force of their charge landing a mere foot in front of the Altmer. In the few seconds that he had been distracted by his small victory he didn't sense the Thalmor mage sneaking up behind him in an attempt to end the archer quickly before he did any more damage to his company. Sighing in utter disbelief at how easily he had taken down five Thalmor without even breaking a sweat, the young altmer didn't hear the charge of electricity the mage behind him was preparing to launch. His entire body tensed muscles tensed his teeth threatened to shatter with the sheer force with which he was clenching them. He convulsed uncontrollably falling to the ground as volts of arcane electricity coursed through his body. He faintly heard a sinister laugh somewhere above him. The arrogant Thalmor ceased his stream of lightning bending down to grab the young altmer by the throat pulling him up to stare into his eyes. "You and your father will die" he laughed "You never stood a chance you little whelp." The young altmer fumbled for the dagger he kept at his hip, while staring up at the hand in front of his face and the arcane lightning bolt that the Thalmor was seconds from releasing into his face. Pulling it free seconds before he was killed execution style, he shoved the dagger into the Thalmor's neck with a grunt. He Twisted the blade watching as the Thalmor's eyes widened in disbelief, blood trickling down from his mouth. The Altmer smirked up at his enemy " What was that you said about not standing a chance?" He yanked the blade from his opponents neck and brought it around slicing his throat. The Thalmor fell over unceremoniously beside the altmer. The young altmer stood to his feet and scanned the clearing, six Thalmor laid around his position blood pooling beneath them, he spotted his father as he decapitated another Thalmor soldier.
Lletharin watched as his father, the great Battle General Taarum Elethas engaged the Thalmor captain in a lethal flurry of blade and magic. Stray lightning bolts occasionally streaking by, setting the surrounding trees and under brush aflame. The Turdas night was alive with the clashing of elven blades, as the two battled furiously to down his opponent. Lletharin moved around to get a clean shot at the captain, Taarum saw this from his perreferal line of sight. Taarum saw the captain's eyes focus on his son, and the evil smirk that crossed his face. "He fights just like us, doesn't he." A sinister laugh escaped his lips as he prepared to send a powerful bolt of lightning fire towards Taarum's son. Taarum threw all of his strength into his blow distracting the captain just enough to interupt the spell he was preparing."Lletharin STAY BACK this is not your battle, STAND DOWN and stay back!"
Lletharin watched as the two danced around each other seeming to take turns, one on the defense and the other relentlessly attacking. It went on like this for what seemed like forever to Lletharin, he saw the Thalmor make a critical error. His father saw it as well. Lletharin watched on as his father knocked the captain's blade from his grasp, then reversed his elven blade mid. Swing to slice the captain's hand clean from his arm. The Captain stared at his disfigured arm in a moment of disbelief then an ear piercing shreik of pure seething anger surrounded the near by forest. The scream that passed from his lips chased the sleeping birds from the nearby trees, and made Lletharin start at the sheer volume of it. In his moment of blind rage, Taarum managed to wrangle the captain into a headlock, disabling him completely. "NOW LETHARIN!" his father bellowed… without hesitation Lletharin notched and loosed an arrow, it left his bow with a twang. He watched as his arrow soared through the air and planted itself through the Thalmor's skull. The clearing was once again in complete silence other than the heavy breathing of Lletharin and his father. Lletharin scanned the clearing, watching as the few remaining fires dwindled out.
Taarum let the captain's lifeless body fall to the forest floor, Lletharin began walking over to his father attempting to slow his breathing, but upon his father turning around stopped dead in his tracks. He felt his breath hitch in his chest and the blood leave his face as he took in the sight. His father's helmet had been knocked from his head at some point in the struggle and his intricately designed golden elven armor was dented and scratched from the captains blade as well as scorched in places from the spells that the captain had successfully landed. Crimson blood ran down his breast plate , where the captain's blade had found a gap in his armor. Taarum's normally beautiful and well tended golden hair was matted together and plastered to his face with blood and sweat. The last thing Lletharin took in was a ghastly cut running from his high cheekbone down to his jaw line just below his lips. His father was pale even by Altmer standards and his breath came in shallow ragged gasps. Lletharin ran forward and managed to catch his father just before he fell to the ground unconscious.
Lletharin sent a silent prayer in thanks to Auri-El, that his mother had schooled him in the art of restoration in the years before his father decided for Lletharin to join his battalion in the Alinorian Imperial army. Gazing down at his father, feeling the fear starting to creep up his chest he gathered all the magic he could into his healing spell, spread his hand over his father's chest and released his hold on the healing power. Golden light glowed from his palm, enveloping his father's entire body illuminating the small clearing with its light The dark green growth brightened as the golden light danced off of it. The sheer intensity of the spell caused it to brighten the clearing as if it were daylight in the forest. Lletharin watched as the cut on his fathers face knitted itself back together leaving only a thin scar, the scorch marks on his skin slowly lightened and smoothed over healing themselves completely and the flow of blood ceased flowing from under his fathers armor. Once Taarum's breathing leveled itself out Lletharin severed his magic from the spell letting the glow slowly fade and once again the two Altmer were enveloped in darkness.
Lletharin realizing that his spell was in a very literal sense a beacon for any near by enemies strained his keen elven ears listening for any signs of the enemy. He heard the crickets of the isle chirping, the occasional hoot of an owl in a distant tree, the sound of a nearby brook gurgling away and the faint breeze whispering its way through the forest ever so slightly rustling the leaves in the trees. Once he was satisfied that there were no immediate threats in the area Lletharin decided they would make camp until his Father regained consciousness. He moved his father up against a near by tree and pulled his ring of invisibility from his pack he turned the ring over in his hand remembering, as it glistened in the moonlight, the proud look on his mother's face when he had successfully completed his first enchantment. She smiling down at him beaming with pure love and pride in her son. She took to schooling him in various magical arts since earlier than Lletharin could remember. Coming back from his thoughts he slipped the silver ring with its gold inlay on his father's finger and watched as both his father and the ring vanished from sight. Rising to his feet Lletharin started to chant the words to a ward of protection. Watching as the lightning blue glyphs created a circle around the entire clearing bathing it in it's arcane light, shadows dancing around Lletharin's feet, then glyphs slowly faded from sight taking with them the arcane light. The only evidence of the incantation was a slight shimmer in the air surrounding the clearing. Looking around and doing a quick nod of satisfaction. Lletharin started pulling the dead Thalmor from the clearing to at least give him a little ease. He honestly didn't relish the idea of spending the night among corpses. Once the Thalmor were disposed of Lletharin walked over to inspect the Thalmor captain's body.
Lletharin bent over the body looking for any clues as to why they were ambushed. He started with the armor checking for any secret sections, where they were known to carry their orders. After a few minutes of searching he was rewarded with a small roll of parchment hidden just below the outer layer of gold on the captain's left gauntlet. He slowly unrolled the parchment simultaneously casting a night eye spell so he would be able to read the orders in the faint moonlight offered by Masser and Secunda. Lletharin's eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief when he saw who the order's were addressed to, he quickly scanned through them the disbelief only growing more intense as he continued. Once finished Lletharin slowly tore his eyes from the orders to the dead captain's body, then to the spot where the invisible body of his father lay still unconscious. The shock of what had actually just transpired, slamming into the young Altmer. The full implications of tonight just starting to register in his mind.