Ok guys this is my first fanfic so please flame me in a constructive way. I love the thought of elder and humans finding peace in one another so I decided to do a fanfic on it here goes.

Akrai (Ghost) Contiento was an imperial guard elite commando. His nick name came from the fact he was able to disappear and re appear any were and any time he wanted to. He was a legendary assassin and stealth man. He was 25 but already was the best commando ever to have served in his legion of the 666th hells dancers. He had received numerous awards and recognitions for his 'work'. He had stopped whole armies by putting a single bullet through the enemy leader causing the army to crumble. Or by blowing up that one strategic advantage the enemy had.

But as he reflected back on his life he regretted all of it. He had scene things he should never have scene and had to participate in some of them himself. He was now a man who wanted out, and fast. But the fact he was looking at a line of elder while dressed in all black kaki camouflage commando gear said different.

He was on a mission in the middle of enemy lines, were his own lines where a 100 miles backwards.

His target, the enemy farseer calling herself Liliathes.

His weapons now just a knife.

He knew if any mission before had been hard this was the worst by far. He was trying to slit the throat of a woman who could sense him coming from about 200m away.

He was dead. And he knew it.

He thought back to what had finally made him snap what had made him want out, and Ghost, a veteran of hundreds of missions, shuddered.

Paleus and Ghost had been best friends for 20 years now having met at school. But now it was changed. Paleus was tied and blindfolded staring at a wall. Ghost behind him holding his sniper rifle in his hands. The commissioner had told them to aim there weapons but Ghost paused.

His friend was now a host to a warp spawned daemon inside his body and had to die. But Ghost didn't want to kill his only friend he had ever had. He was numb but shouldered his weapon anyway his actions on autopilot. As was told to fire and one phrase escaped his friend's mouth 'goodbye friend and get out of here'.

The bullet Ghost fired travelled through his friend's brain and caused his head to explode with force decorating the wall behind with bits of blood, brain and skull. Then ghost snapped.

Know thinking back he realised he had only accepted this mission because he was likely to die from it. He was very tired and now more than ever wanted out

So resigned to his fate made a decision. Looking once more through his binoculars he saw a couple of squads of fire dragons holding long black snake shaped lances that shot out flames lining up in front of some howling banshee squads. The banshees gleaming white armour making a beacon for him. Ditching any protective clothing and his knife he stumbled towards the Eldar ready to die. He approached from behind them quietly and started to catch up. Approaching the figure with no helmet facing away from him. He felt ready to collapse. The weight of the years and lack of sleep weighing him down. When he finally got there he just had time to tap the figure on the shoulder and see an angelic face before passing out from exhaustion.

Shilith was the howling banshee exarch for the area. She was a striking woman to anybody's eyes. But she had seen war to many times and now her emotions were barred behind a wall of ice. She was looking forward to returning to battle after slaughtering so many mon'keigh filth last time. She hated them for their filth and arrogance about their almighty emperor. She couldn't wait to slay more soon. She looked around at her soldiers with they're backs to her lined up in display formation.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and frowned for two reasons. One who wanted to bother her now and two how had they got to her before she noticed only the farseer could do that. She turned round now expecting to see the farseer there but instead saw something black fall towards her. On instinct she caught it and saw it was in fact another Eldar. She laid whoever it was on the floor and went to see their face. What she saw nearly made her faint herself. An out cold mon'keigh with a smile on his face, unarmed and armoured laid there, eyes closed, on the floor.

'Farseer you should see this' Said Shilith. Liliathes turned round to see Shilith holding a crumpled body in her arms.

'What now Shilith I am about to meditate in the face of the battle to come.'

'This is slightly more important right now sister' Said Shilith.

'Well since you are my one long-time friend I suppose I could wait for what you need'

'It involves the thing I am holding sister it is not what you think it is'

'So it's not Dominicae getting into more fights then'

'No, this is in fact a mon'keigh I am holding and no I did not capture him he in fact tapped me on the shoulder while my squads were lining up and when I turned round he collapsed into my arms.'

Liliathes was shocked and took a step back almost like she had been punched by some invisible force. 'I…I…what in the name of Khaine was he doing here, let alone unarmed I see and unarmoured and why did he tap you on the shoulder then collapse. Also I can't seem to sense him here unlike yourself.'

'Exactly what I thought sister and also how did he get past 100 miles of Eldar line and then just come up to me and collapse'. She sighed 'This is all very weird and I have no clue what this means'.

'From the looks of him' Liliathes said 'He is a commando he just has no armour and he looks like he hasn't rested in days. Put him down on my bed for now I will need to speak with him later'.

'But what if he attacks you when he wakes up' Shilith said

'Oh don't worry about me I will be fine now go if you want'

Shilith pondered the matter about this strange mon'keigh and said 'I think I would rather stay' 'thought you would now make yourself comfortable until he wakes up'.