A/N Okay, this is the first chapter. Thanks to anyone who's reading my story! Please r&r with any suggestions, corrections, etc. =)

I have also changed a few things to fit in with what is to come. I hope it also makes the chapter flow smoother.

Chapter 1

Five years later

I followed him into Cheydenhal. He's quite drunk, but I still hoped that he was too occupied to see me.

I wonder why he's going into the abandoned house.I thought.

I followed him through the door, and contemplated briefly whether to silence him now, or follow him further. I decided to see where he was noisily sneaking off to.

Interesting, he's going into the basement, and yet this is not just some drunken wandering, he seems to have a purpose.

I kept to the shadows as I watched him proceed down the stairs. Ahead of me, I saw a strange red glow. As we moved closer, I realised that it's a door emitting the dull light. It had strange carving on it, the most noticeable of which was a skull and a hand-print. I nearly jumped when I heard it speak in a chilling voice.

"What is the colour of night?" it asked.

"Ah come on!" my prey shouted, "You should know me! Fine, fine, sanguine, my brother."

The door opened for him, and I crept in behind him before the door closed, saying:

"Welcome home, brother."

I found myself in an underground building, not unlike the many forts scattered across Cyroldiil, the only difference was that it was in perfect condition, and almost welcoming. It must have been some sort of common room, as there was a fireplace with benches all around it, as well as a book case with two comfortable looking chairs and a small table with a bowl of fruit on it. In the corner, there was a ladder leading to the outside. To my left and right, there were two heavy looking doors. I saw the life-force of a figure moving in the corridor ahead of me.

I hope he moves before that figure comes too close.

He stumbled towards a door on the left. He jolted down a small flight of stairs and into a small dormitory.

He settled onto one of the many beds. Only two of these were occupied, one with an Argonian, the other with a Wood elf.

Before he could retire into the world of dreams, I had my blade pressed to his throat and my left hand over his mouth.

I grinned at him with a grin that would make the person it was aimed at sure that this was the last thing he would see. As was the case with this short Breton, who was staring me fearfully in my deadly eyes.

I had removed my disguise so that I might take his life as my true self.

"It seems that I have won, this time," I said maliciously.

I swiftly sliced my silver blade across his neck.

He made a slight gurgling noise, which unexpectedly awoke the two other assassins.

They immediately stood blades in their hands.

"Now what do we have here. A murderer in our sanctuary? How ironic, but shall we make quick work of her, or should we wait for Ocheeva?" the Wood elf didn't seem too sad about her comrade's death.

"No need to wait, I'm already here," a female Argonian appeared in the room. "Keep her here, alive," she added meaningfully," and I will contact our Speaker at once. Oh," she turned to me, "please don't try to escape, you won't like the Dark Guardian when he's angry," Ocheeva chuckled softly before exiting the room.

"Well, we'd better get acquainted, I'm Telaendril, and this is Teinaava," Telaendril said with a sickly sweet smile.

"And what might your name be?" asked the Argonian named Teinaava.

"My name, if you must know, is Minerva," I said, using my alias.

"No no, your real name," Telaendril's smile turned into a grin, revealing a row of perfect teeth.

How could they know that? I have never told anyone my real name since I left Kavatch.

"Don't act surprised, you'll find the Brotherhood knows many things," Teinaava smirked.

"But then you should already know my name," I said, testing their knowledge.

"Ahh but we do. Your name is Eveandril Miranda Leomly. You were born in Valenwood, but came here when you were eight. You stayed in Kavatch for another ten years, then, after your late friend finished a contract there, you left. You spent two years in the guilds, but then you just disappeared from existence for a year and a half. You also hunted Kim over here," he motioned to the stiff Breton murdered in his bed, much as my sister had been, "for about two months. You're quite good at those things.

"You don't lie when you say the Brotherhood knows many things," I said, impressed.

"Are you hungry?" Telaendril unexpectedly asked.

"Famished," Teinaava said.

"Not you," she hit him playfully in the arm, "her."

"Yes," I said.

Can I trust them not to poison me?

"Well, follow us into the dining room, and we'll give you something to eat. I hope Antoinetta hasn't been cooking again, so that maybe Vicente can have a decent meal for once," Teinaava laughed, escorting me out into the common room and through a small door leading to the kitchen and dining room.

"Don't worry; she's out on a contract. And Vicente has already fed tonight."

We reached the dining table, and Teinaava showed me to a chair and pulled one up next to me. Talaendril sought after something to eat.

I closed my eyes and sought my Spirit.

Can this "Family" be trusted?

"Yes, they will be part of your life for as long as you wish it,"the deep, soothing voice of my Spirit had been a part of me for as long as I could remember. He came to me mostly in my dreams, telling me of what the future held, but I could seek him when I was I'm awake, and he gave me advice on who to trust, where to be, and what to do. My sister had the same voice, but mine was, and still is, stronger.

They spoke of matters in the Brotherhood, but also of their Speaker, a Lucien Lachance.

After the meal, Talaendril showed me to an empty bed in the dorm.

As I lay in bed, I wondered who this Lachance character was, and what he would be like when he came tomorrow.

A/N Woot! The first chapter's finished! I hope to be writing the second one during the next few days.