(Took me long enough but here it is, the next chapter in TCoS)
A tear rolled down Shift's cheek as he fell, knowing everything was his fault. His fault that Raen was going to die, his fault that Menel was going to get away with her plans, everything was his fault. He felt the hilt of Saiven's blade touch his chest, and he gritted his teeth. So this was the end of Greenwood the Great's most adept agents. He felt himself fall upon the blade, and then he was choking, like something was pulling at his throat, cutting off his oxygen. He felt something warm splatter against his face, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, gasping for breath.
Shift opened his eyes hesitantly, but he was not atop Saiven's blade, but instead he was on the floor, several feet away, and there was yet another Half-Elf in the room. A very fast look revealed that Raen appeared to still be alive, and the blade had done little to no damage. The new figure in the room brandished a wicked-looking foil, and the male human guard that had almost ensured the death of his partner seemed to be strangely missing a head, and a growing pool of blood was growing around his decapitated corpse. Then Menel spoke, her voice cold, and very angry.
"What are you doing Nevias?" she yelled at the newest Half-Elf, who threw back his hood, showing he looked very much like Saiven. Same high cheekbones, same ice blue eyes. But his eyes were different from Saiven's. Within them somewhere there was a fire, burning with something undetermineable. Was is hatred? Was it anger?
"Do you really think I'm going to let you kill one of the King's agents? You fool, if those two didn't return, the entire Mirkwood army would be marching here before we could even mount a defense. And that includes the border guard, and the Prince himself. Remember what happened last time you fought the Prince of Mirkwood, Menel?" Menel did nothing but glare. After a moment of silence, Nevias turned to Saiven and spoke.
"And you, dear brother. Remember how you became headless the last time you attempted to fight the captain of the guard, and the soon to be Queen of Mirkwood?" Saiven didn't take the comment as easily as Menel, and he drew his sword and charged at Nevias. Nevias was surprised but not alarmed. He raised his foil and as the two blades made contact. A shimmering blue haze flashed over the room briefly and when the haze cleared, the brothers stood there, blades at their sides, glaring at each other.
"Enough! The two of you are acting like children. Do not forget the task at hand. What are we to do with them?" she said, gesturing towards the two agents of Mirkwood. Though she considered herself the leader of the trio, Nevias also felt that he led the group, and he took this decision as his own.
"Let this foolish one go," he said, pointing to Shift. "But keep the girl. Saiven, take her to the encampment. And tell the troops that they can not eat her."
"But what if he follows us? He can only cause problems." Saiven said, with a hint of bitterness still in his voice.
"If he wants her to live, he will leave us alone, and pretend that this night never happened."
Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door, and the trio looked at each other. "Let's go." Nevias said, flipping the bed down that blocked the window. Saiven picked up the disabled She-Elf, and the trio of two half-elves and one elf, plus the top Mirkwood agent disappeared out the window, and Shift was left in the room with a headless human and a pool of blood. Just as the trio and their prisoner disappeared into the night, guards burst into the room, holding their pikes to Shift's throat. Then one of them spoke.
"You. You're under arrest. For this heinous crime of murder, you will be executed at dawn."