Welcome to Book Two of The Silver Crescents Trilogy. Please read and leave a review.

Royal Tribes: Greenpact tribes that have special abilities and jobs.

Raw Tooth - Hunting (Soul Collecting)

Clavente – Home Singing (Magical Prowess)

Parikh – Warriors

Red Moss (Rovseed) – Chroniclers (Memory Banking)

Silver Crescents – The new Thieves' Guild of Valenwood

Leucrota – A group of powerful rogues

Rovseed – The last remaining survivors of the Red Moss

Boghadians – A Wood Orc mercenary clan

Iron-Scales – An Argonian bandit clan

Tam'Akar (Dawn Dragons) – An elite force of Thalmor inquisitors

Pondus – A sword once wielded by the Camoran Usurper but now owned by Milkar Lockharte. Its power allows him to teleport seamlessly to any area in his vision.

Nocturnal's Talon – First named Twilight Talon, but now transformed. Can draw on the Ghost Flame power or Leila's own power, the Shadow Flame.

Goldfire – A sword of pure gold created by Augoth Thornbush for Monsotar Handseed to counter the Ghost Flame.

Spell Thorn – One of three legendary swords own by King Eplear Camoran. Now wielded by Elren

Lord Nethilvere – The Tam'Akar's Grand Inquisitor

Seruniil - Second-in-command of the Tam'Akar. High Inquisitor that controls Earth destruction magic. Sister to Florentine

Arvancano – A Tam'Akar Inquisitor and prodigal student of Aridiil the Nefarious

Seedale Fort-Grazer – A half Bosmer, half Altmer battlemage that was once a part of the Ranger Guard. He defeated all eleven Elder Guard at once after betraying them and disappeared. He resurfaces as one of the Tam'Akar's inquisitors

Stolen Vengeance

Prologue

These Wood Orcs were mere berserkers. Just a bunch of blundering fools easily molded to ideologies they knew nothing about.

The assassin stood on a ledge overlooking the ensuing carnage. They killed without mercy or remorse. Only a few well-placed words to hang them on his side. He did good work. Heated winds ruffled his dark robes. Wild Bosmer cried out their pleas, they fought, but they were too weak despite being a Royal Tribe of warriors. He wouldn't have the wood orcs kill all of them, just most to get his point across.

There was no other way.

Flames engulfed their village, and their homes burned to the ground. Everything that made the Parikh who they were was gone. A job well done.

'You… you did this, didn't you?'

The assassin spun on a heel to see an older member of the clan limping towards him. Their eyes met. Both shouldered a potent hatred. The elf held a distinct structure and demeanor of the body of an old warrior but wore the garments of a priest. A shaman, the assassin thought.

The assassin parted the ends of his robes, revealing a golden sword which earned widened eyes of shock.

'You! No…you're dead!' He cried out.

'Dead?' The assassin inquired, wearing a sinister smile. 'You've confused me with someone else, Shaman.'

Although the wild Bosmer was wounded and bleeding, he could feel no remorse for him. He aligned himself with the squalor of Valenwood. Those that threaten its structure of law and culture. He needed him to die to send the world a message.

Being a priest of a warrior clan, he too knew battle. Even in his current state, he won't take the shaman lightly. The Shaman charged, but such a weak advance wouldn't win any fight. The assassin stepped to the side allowing the shaman to trip over his own feet. Pathetic.

'Why us?' He asked in Bosmeris.

'When a tree burns another one grows in its place. That is the circle of life. I shall cleanse these lands. And from the ashes, a new Valenwood will rise.'

The shaman spat blood. 'You'll pay for what you've done!'

Another robed Bosmer approached. Taller, older, much more confident in his evil; and wearing the same robes. 'It's unlike you to play with your food, nephew.' He withdrew a straight sword. The black metal gleamed in the firelight. It pulsed red down the fuller like a throbbing heart, hungry.

'There's no reason to kill this one. His death will serve no purpose.'

The second assassin plunged his sword deep in the shaman's flesh. The priest gurgled and squirmed as his body fell limp. His skin began to crumble, blood streamed from his body and into the blade of the assassin's black sword. The youngest watched as his uncle smiled through the murder.

The assassin wielding his black sword raised a brow and sighed. 'Are you sure this will lure her out?'

The youngest of the two Bosmer closed his eyes and turned back to the burning village. The Wood Orcs had done their job and were retreating into the forest. Their dark silhouettes fell back one by one, trickling through the trees. 'The Black Raven is diligent in her duty. She won't allow something like this to go unfollowed. She'll go after the Wood Orcs first, and their entire alliance will break apart.'

'Divided, they will be easy to conquer. I like it.' The second assassin spat onto what was left of the Parikh.

The younger assassin withdrew his golden sword and examined it. 'Through the ashes, Valenwood will know true peace. And I will steal back the vengeance I deserve.'