Prologue

The rain fell down from the sky pelting trees in the forest. The leaves frantically beat and tumbled in the wind. The sky was dark and cloudy for it was late in the night and the stars and moon were tucked away behind the angry growling clouds. The various critters that were housed in the Great Forest ran for their homes trying despairingly to escape the storm. One creature that had nowhere to go was Fieve Shadowbrook who was running away from someone. His leather shoes splashed in the puddles as he attempted to escape. Fieve's breath was heavy and inconstant, he was getting fat in his old age and he couldn't run like he used to. A look of extreme fear was plastered on his face and he grunted in frustration and exhaustion. Though he was tired he continued to run and his wet luxurious clothing was not helping. He decided that there was no use and stopped on the stone road. The great forest taunted him with sounds of branches snapping and wolves howling in the distance. He reached for his iron dagger at his side and pulled it out. The rain fell down on the virgin dagger and slid all the way to the handle. Fieve's hand was sweaty and wet with the rain and he brandished it around him from all sides turning quickly to observe all of his surroundings. He turned to his left suddenly as a shadowy figure disappeared behind a tree. He yelled at the figure his voice squeaking with fatigue.

"What do You want with Me! Why are you doing this!" He waited for a reply but did not receive it. He turned behind him and opened his eyes with horror as he saw his pursuer standing right behind him the whole time. The figure was wearing a grey cloak that hid his face except for a blueish mouth that was turned up in a smile. Fieve yelled out in anger as he thrust his dagger at the cloaked figure aiming strait for his heart. The cloaked figure quickly stepped out of the way with great speed and grabbed Fieve's arm. Pulling the arm around his back the figure proceeded to yank it upward breaking it immediately. Fieve dropped the dagger as pain shot down his arm and through his body. He fell down to the ground his face hitting a muddy puddle as he let out a extremely loud and long scream of pain and terror. Flipping around he looked up at his attacker as he tried to wiggle away down the stone path. The dark figure reached for the Fine steel longsword at his side and pulled it out of it's sheath. He gloated silently as he looked upon his blade. He spoke for the first time his gaze never drifting from his blade.

"Are you Shadowbrook?" The figure said in a dark scratchy tone.

"Yes." Fieve cried through his teeth. Hot tears began to run down his face that mixed with the rain the was already falling. The Shadowy cloaked figure smiled as the dagger on the ground caught his eye. He slid the blade back into it's sheath. Fieve's arm was pulsing with extreme pain, it was almost unbearable. Crouching down the figure picked up the iron dagger that Fieve had dropped earlier and was now crouched down over Fieve. He twirled the tip in his other hand. Fieve was pitifully crying now. "I don't want to die." he whimpered out.

"Funny, You sound like the girl you raped and killed last week." The figure said as he lifted the hood of his cloak reveling a young Dunmer face with black hair that was slicked back getting padded down in the dark rain. His red eyes cut through Fieve's soul and he recognized the face.

"You!" Fieve's face turned from fear to anger "How dare you traitor."

"I never joined a faction. No ties, no loose ends remember, We are just individuals looking for mutual profit." Fieve's face changed back to fear as he realized his current situation. He had a broken arm and he was overweight. The dunmer was obviously stronger and more skilled than he.

"Please, I can pay you. keep the profit and the girls, take it all."

"No, there is no guarantee's or transaction's in this business," He paused and then pointed the dagger at Fieve's head "you should know that more than anyone, your the salesman." Fieve could tell the Dunmer was toying with him. enjoying and savoring the moment.

"Please."

"Are you really going to beg." The dunmer said smiling with fierce blackjoy.

"You traitorous Basta...." Fieve didn't get to finish his sentence. The dark elf plunged the iron dagger into the imperial's heart digging it as deep as he could before he finally let go. Fieve looked down at his own dagger protruding from his heart and watched as the hot crimson blood flowed out the gaping wound immersing the dagger and spilling out onto his expensive clothes. Fieve Shadowbrook drew his last breath and lay dead under the downpour as the Cloaked dunmer ran off into the cold night shadows of the Great Forest.